When You Need Hope in Life’s Process
For the first time recently, I held in my hands an uncorrected proof of a new book. The spine was blank, and on the front, just beneath the title and…
Hope When You’re Stretched Thin
The night before my first trip into the little village in Afghanistan that became my home for four years, as I prayed, terrified, my reading contained these words: “Arise, my…
The Joy of Being a Promise
I wake and stretch, reaching my arms above my head to savor the pleasant pull of muscles through my shoulders and across my back. This morning I feel like my…