Always Hope

  Like a race, my life is lived one step at a time. Feet hitting pavement. Breathing in, breathing out.  Miles pass as I keep running and running. The race is long. I often get weary, don’t you? My eyes scan the sides of the rode longing for water. But there is...

High Call, High Honor

Yesterday we celebrated the day I brought home my youngest daughter, Jenny, from Russia. I’ll never forget that landing at Dulles airport surrounded by my oldest, Noelle, who was nine at the time. She ran to me her Santa hat bouncing on her black curls. My eyes filled...