I came across a picture years ago of a Christian woman living in a refugee camp in Myanmar (formerly Burma). She was squatting on a dirt floor; the walls of her home empty canvas rice bags. Few possessions and no adornment could be seen. But amid the squalor, the picture captured something ...
The Light Fades Sooner Each Night
Autumn in the Desert Southwest is a time for exhalation. The incessant summer heat has passed—and we have survived. We have been transported through a window of favor. There is sunshine to smile at not hide from. The Rock Wren's bounce shouts joy while the Mourning Doves careen on breezes that ...