I began this little project almost a year ago. It had been a tough school day. The kids were frustrated with math. They didn't see the point of latin declensions. There were tears. And I was frustrated at my own limitations in helping them, in convincing them, in guiding them. I wanted them to have…
Crocs and Kids
Somehow my last post was already two months ago. Writing about grief always kind of sucks all my public writing juices for awhile. I say public because I am writing quietly here on the side when I get a chance. One project is basically completed, I am just praying about what to do with it.…
Overdue.
I'm on my third cup of tea already. First chai. Then Earl Grey. Now Ceylon Alwazateen. It's just one of those days. Delightfully dreary and slow, painfully sad and full of introspection. The neighbor girl is here, pulling out every toy possible and whipping up a general hurricane. I don't even care. Her mom abandoned…
Diffusion
It was just a little glass triangle. The late morning sun filtered through the large schoolroom window and we watched, mesmerized, as our teacher carefully placed a prism in the stream of light. A rainbow leapt from the glass, dancing, elusive, beautiful, the white light diffused into all our favorite colors. Mystery and wonder. There…
Special Prayer Request
It’s a tiny village at the very end of the road. Bordering on the Chumpán River and the southern shore of the Laguna de Términos, Santa Rita is much like any other little place in Campeche. There is one difference though. For 23 years, Ernesto and Delfina have faithfully shared God’s Word despite enormous trials.…
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