I was sitting in my cabin alone while all of the other camp staff and counselors were busy corralling campers, breaking up fights, and preparing for evening chapel. It was a weeklong summer camp for abused and neglected foster children. I knew it was going to be rough. I prepared myself for reckless behavior, shouting, angry outbursts, and a measure of chaos. What I wasn’t prepared for was what was going to happen on the inside of me as I encountered all of this. I sat on the edge of my bed weeping with my head in my hands and my heart on the floor. It was only day three of five, but I was ... Read the Post
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When You Can’t See
The torrential rain poured down mercilessly that Saturday night, as I drove my husband Chris and myself home from a whirlwind day-trip for our friends' wedding in Dallas. The country roads were not giving me much help to see--no white or yellow lines to follow. And my Chris was fast asleep! I remember looking at him and thinking, "Wake up and help me." But he still slept. My eyes could not make out the road before me, only buckets full of blinding rain on the windshield. The wipers gave no rescue either. I could not see, and there was no shoulder to pull off and wait it out. What ... Read the Post