Sarah’s Story: Sweat trickled down my forehead as I guzzled down my fifth glass of water in thirty minutes. Earlier that day, I had climbed a small mountain, visited the Picasso museum, and sat on a sandy beach eating brunch and cake by the sea. I had planned my...
Caroline’s Story: Riding a horse may seem scary for many people. Not for me. I love to ride. As a child, I rode my first pony on an amusement ride, with my grandfather at my side. As I grew older, I went to summer riding camps. As an adult, I took lessons weekly...
Tara’s Story: A horrible realization came to my mind. God drew my attention to something I needed to discuss with Him – as soon as possible. I had to wait, though, until everyone else finished telling stories after dinner. I let my hair fall in front of my face...
Karen’s Story: As I picked up the phone to call the registrar, I thought about my detour to Tarshish and hoped I could still catch the ferry back to Nineveh. Like Jonah, I ran away from what God assigned me to do. Now I wanted to fix it, but I worried my...
June’s Story: My mother died twenty years ago, yet I never grieved for her properly until recently. I got stuck obsessing over which exact moment she died and never moved on to the grieving. I witnessed the moment of my mom’s passing, and yet I missed it, or...
Michele’s Story: When smoke fills the air, you know the Holy Spirit is in the room … or is that just the onions burning? Heat is already in the room with parents from two different world religions. My father was a Muslim from Iran and my mother was a stubborn...
