Questions From a Single Nomad
My left ring finger is empty. It’s not bare: a freckle marks the spot where a ring might sit. But nothing winds around it as a reminder of a...
Author: Maria Mullet
On the Road to Self-Discovery
Outside my front door sits a snake plant. Beside the snake plant rest my Birkenstocks. And this bothers me. I am...
A Living Redemption {The Grove: Redeem}
In life, all of us take our turns trying to answer difficult questions. Deep questions like, “How can a good God allow pain and suffering?” Or some far less...
One by One
Whoever wrote “The Ants Go Marching One by One” did not live in the tropics. Lately, in my kitchen, it seems more like they go marching...
Two Little Words
Think with me for a moment on the power of two small words. I do forges a lifelong commitment. Forgive me can turn enemies to friends. So long can potentially...
It Has Everything to Do with Hope
Last fall, while attending pre-field training that took us deep into the wilderness, one of my teammates reached a place where she was certain she could not go on. No...
Those Pesky Prepositions
I once read the book titled With by Skye Jethani. I had long heard my pastor quote Skye, and the book came highly recommended by a co-worker. I thought it...
