I woke up sad this morning. Along with my neighbors, I grieve the brutal death of a man who was trying to defend his country. I contemplated the tragedy of the situation and opening Scripture, truth rang clear: “There is
This Battleground
Aren’t all battlegrounds dangerous? The question rang in my mind as I sat cross-legged on a thick fleece blanket on the floor. The sun had just risen, but I hadn’t opened the blinds yet because I’ve found I’m less distracted
Cultura Costeña
I’ve come to love the Caribbean Coast. Who wouldn’t? you say… But before you think that I spent all of my time at the ocean, I have to say that when I refer to “the coast,” it has a much
What says Christmas
In my house, you can hear everything. “What is that noise??” is a frequent question when I skype with people. Usually it’s a neighborhood kid crying, a loud cricket, a passing truck, or a rooster. There’s simply no insulation anywhere, so