I thought I was moving up in the level of "Missionary." You know, after seven years, you have experienced the heartache of rejection.

The sun was peaking through the palms and shining on the bunch of bananas like a spotlight. I had separated myself from the group of...

I should have seen this coming. These types of scenarios lend themselves to deep conversations. Mostly empty and picked-over plates and...

In an attempt to find a rhythm, I have made repetition my master and driver. Instead of moving throughout my day with love, I have found...

I am a mess. However, as I sit here all packed in with our family on the airplane to Barranquilla, I recognize that the tears, the panic...

Tears began to stream down my face, as our hands united us around the room. Chairs, sofas, and benches lay empty like open hands...