This old cabin was once filled with life. A fireplace kept the simple abode warm. A wood-burning stove fed the bellies of inhabitants and guests. Love made this one-room cabin a home. Now it lies in ruin, a relic to a past long forgotten. 2021 and each past year is like this old homestead. Nostalgia… Continue reading Grace, Gratitude & Hope
Jorge, with watery eyes proclaimed to Yeldín, "Seguramente, Dios está con nosotros." ("Surely, God is with us.")
It is easy to not see the traveler with one bag, a bundle of paperwork, and no shoelaces.
Solitude is abandoning ourselves to the simplicity and sacredness of a Maker who loves us the same.
As travelers milled about Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport on a recent Thursday afternoon, an unmarked white van came to a stop beside the airport’s domestic terminal, having completed its two-hour trip from a sprawling immigration detention facility in Southwest Georgia.
The unspeakable happened; B.'s beloved suffered a miscarriage.
We are called to be midwives of hope.
This was our guest’s first full day of freedom in the United States; he had plenty of free time and wanted to see the area.
These are glimpses of grace in the midst of the grit of life.
Mothering is hard work, but it’s also a gift of grace and love. Let’s celebrate those who mother us and work to end systems that are ungracious and unloving towards moms everywhere.