Branches and Flags

Branches and Flags

On Sunday people waved palm branches. High up in the air, swaying back and forth. Crowded streets on a Sunday, a crowded life on All The Days, and some days I wave the branches and cry “Hosannah!” … and others I’m too busy, too worn down and worn out to even...
Haiti Bound

Haiti Bound

We’re going back. In less than six hours I’ll be in a car headed to the airport. Two flights later my feet will touch Haiti soil and oh man, I can’t wait to see that blue sky again. It’s hard to believe just over a year ago I held up a piece of...
The Circle

The Circle

Hours before meeting a former-witch doctor and hearing a story I couldn’t forget if I tried, I found myself crying in the middle of I-don’t-know-where. In that moment, I saw heaven in a way I had only ever imagined. The beauty of it was more than I could...