Who Do We Say That He Is? Two words. One evening, I found myself watching. A man who is FAITH. And a man who is LOVE. Jesus Growing up, I always viewed Jesus as someone to have faith in, but not someone wh.

To Volunteer Or Not To Volunteer? A Commentary on the White Savior Complex. A Part of Something Beautiful.

Elena in Los Estados Unidos. You actually thought I was done writing about all things Spanish? Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends. I digress, and on a lighter note.

Searching for the extraordinary within the ordinary. The past weeks have been a whirlwind of change. Mothering The Girl Who Never Lies.