He Named Her Sarah

He Named Her Sarah

Doreen* grabbed Lily’s hand and they slid away, around the corner and behind the girls’ dormitory, back for moments into the secret sisterhood of hollow years that only few will ever fully understand. To Lily, this was now her past; to her friend, this was...

The Fellowship of His Suffering

“I’m sorry to jump into your conversation,” she said, as she knelt awkwardly over the stiff, high-backed airline seat in front of me, “but I’ve had two miscarriages and all of my friends are having kids and it’s so hard.” Her...

“… because they cannot repay you.”

My former-orphans wear flip-flops with flower appliques and madras shorts and big bows in their hair. They ride bikes and climb trees and weed the garden for the day’s “Team Hagerty” task. They have tea parties underwater and sport goggles that I...

My Life’s Bywords

We laid, nose-to-nose, on my bed and I stared into eyes that weren’t hazel like mine and I saw myself in them. She asked me why? Why all this pain?  She’s inherited her mama’s life-question. The stories that surreptitiously escaped her guard that...

Do the Little Things

This is the last guest post (for this season). Authors from all different walks and stages of life, from all different expressions of Christianity, have filled in each other’s gaps and told a story of how He turns the bitter, sweet. We’ve tasted bite-sized...

What Do You Believe?

All of His stories welling up in a person are ones to handle with care, but there are some that feel especially sacred. This story today is one of those. Katye Riselli lets us, many of whom are strangers, in to a kind of darkness which few have known. I felt...
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