Sitting in God’s Smile
In my little mountain village in Afghanistan, this was one of a handful of photos that I straight-pinned to a long piece of fabric hung on my bedroom wall, my…
In my little mountain village in Afghanistan, this was one of a handful of photos that I straight-pinned to a long piece of fabric hung on my bedroom wall, my…
Sometimes—no, often—more than I need something new, I need to return and remember something that has slipped through the cracks that life has made in me and drifted to settle, unseen,…
It's one of those questions I’ve struggled with for years—one of those heart-deep questions whose answer you know will change you, and yet you barely dare to hope: I know…