My Nuclear Waste

My Nuclear Waste

I think this whole life is a gift from God to me. Straight Christmas every day. Just look around at beautiful sunrises or sunsets, the ocean, the mountains, beautiful people and places all around the globe. I love the swallows that float so close to the ground and...
Just a Little More Beauty, Lord

Just a Little More Beauty, Lord

Just a little more beauty, Lord. That’s what I’m asking from you. I’m not begging for a model’s thighs or to wear a slim size two. Smooth out these rolls, this dimply skin, lift up some sag, if you will. Wipe out each stretch mark too please, Lord. I know you have the...
When I Wanted Someone to Complete Me

When I Wanted Someone to Complete Me

When I was thirty-two, there was only one thing missing from my life, but that one thing seemed so important that the lack of it darkened all the other good. I was in a great career—I was teaching theology and Bible to college students and taking them on international...
The Woman Under the Palm Tree

The Woman Under the Palm Tree

I was nine years old when it happened, peering out the window of our second-story apartment in Monrovia, Liberia. The multiplex we lived in was in a good area, popular with internationals; the families on the top story were from India, the Peace Corps volunteers...