My Nigeria Part 2 – A Separate Peace
I ask to wash my hands and find that my aunt doesn’t have running water. In the bathroom, a large plastic pail filled with water sits next to a generous scooper and a bar of soap. I struggle to rinse…
View PostI ask to wash my hands and find that my aunt doesn’t have running water. In the bathroom, a large plastic pail filled with water sits next to a generous scooper and a bar of soap. I struggle to rinse…
View PostI review my plan as our plane taxis to the gate. I would dispense with expectations. I would focus on experiencing every moment as it happened. I would cast no judgment and draw no comparisons. I was prayed up. I…
View Post[Disclaimer: the main photo is back when I didn’t know about modesty. I don’t mind visual reminders of my spiritual progress so I’m not taking it down.] I recently came back from a four-day wedding weekend in Puerto Vallarta. It…
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