I smile looking at this picture of David and I standing with our “igbok” shirts. Our smiles in the picture, and even the grin on my face looking at it have much to do with where we are standing…in one of the most difficult, hard, hopeless places on the planet – [lightbox title=”Lietnhom, Sudan” href=”http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?t=p&ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&ll=9.449062,22.5&spn=60.73557,93.867188&z=4&msid=205051481327510223084.00049d4ffa9b8e43784d1″ […]
Hope recognizes that things are not the way we wish or want or believe things “ought” to be. In this, it seems to me that “hope” is utterly realistic and honest. Brutally so. Hope does not bury its head in the sand. Hope carries no scent of denial or ignorance. Hope looks at what is
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When the plane took off it was 32 degrees and snow was on the ground. When the plane landed, it was 71 degrees and sunshine. Last month I had the opportunity to spend two days in Phoenix Arizona. While we are scraping frost off our windows here in Middle Tennessee, they are in the middle
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