memorias refrescantes en una botella
El sábado, 30 de enero jamás me imaginé que al visitar el Centro Presidencial William J. Clinton en Little Rock,
waves: crashing fear in the face
I had ventured deeper than my parents probably would have liked for me to venture alone. But I loved seeing
I Will Climb This Mountain
(*trigger warning: some graphic descriptions about plane crash) The morning of Wednesday, August 6th, 2014, I woke up with a
When Mother’s Day Gives You a Lump in Your Throat
In Nicaragua where I grew up, my church would hand mothers a rose when they walked through the door on Mother’s
General
When I Said No, I Really Meant Yes
The last 48-hours have been intense in my heart. Let me explain… Yesterday I was still basking in the glory
Sermons
Sharing in His Suffering
My friend & pastor Bobby Harrison invited me to give “words of hope and healing and courage and conviction and