A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Our “regular” schedule took a more defined shape for me on Thursday. Eating a wonderful breakfast each morning at the hotel, finding our way over to the tent where the 800+ kids from all around Faridabad would gather for YCF (Young Citizens Festival), s…
We arrived in India early in the morning and I was immediately struck by the contrasts of beautiful India. Everywhere I looked something surprised me. I had seen pictures, I had heard stories and yet I had no idea how it would be. My first regret was…
We were supposed to leave on Sunday and the delay brought on by weather in New York brought on a domino effect that wouldn’t quit. Changing our flight out of Nashville until Monday meant splitting our group of 24 into three groups. I was to leave with…
Yesterday was the longest Tuesday I’ve ever had. It started in Delhi and ended in Mount Juliet and was a full 35 hours long. I know there are only 24 hours in a day but the 10 and a half hour time difference came into play and to be honest…I’m still…
There once was a plump girl named Mindy,
Who loved weather hot, dry and windy.
She thought Delhi the place,
But left in disgrace,
For she couldn’t order cheesecake in Hindi.
I’m leaving TODAY for India. Am I excited? That’s the question that I’ve fielded non-stop for the past couple of weeks. The answer isn’t what people want to hear. So I try to soften it, but I can’t lie, do the dance and just say what they want. I ju…
There once was a young man named Verne,
Who had so many things yet to learn.
He was tangled in debt,
Like a fish in a net,
But none of it caused him concern.
I was putting the last of my groceries into the back of our van when I saw him making his way around the parking lot at our local Walmart. It was cold outside and I had my two assistants with me (Ivan – 5 and Aron – 3) and was going about the sometimes…
Tiny Frieda was quiet and meek.
She heard some say, “She’s pallid and weak.”
She was pressed but not crushed,
When a “friend” offered blush,
And she turned, so to offer her cheek.
I sat behind her at the meeting. I didn’t recognize her. Maybe she’s from a different church, maybe she attends our Saturday night service, I don’t know, and frankly I wasn’t interested enough to ask. She wore black. Not strictly black, just most…