Spanish Interpreter and Translator, Bible Teacher, and Cross-Cultural Trainer. Memorias refrescantes en una botella. El sábado, 30 de enero jamás me imaginé que al visitar el Centro Presidencial William J. Clinton en Little Rock, Arkansas, se me iban a venir recuerdos gratos de mi infancia en Nicaragua. Todo por una botella de Coca-Cola! Lo que el viento se llevó. Para más información del centro y membresía, visite Clinton Presidential Center.

Despite what it seems or how it feels, this is a perfectly, appointed time, place and season. This is not a mistake. This is not left to random chance or circumstance. This season is part of the story and this part is necessary.

Will you let me love you? Will you let me give thanks for you? Will you let me care for you? Will you let me lessen your burdens? The hands of Jesus have no distinct size.

Life has been a blur in recent months. That mixed with trying to find community, trying to sleep and rest and be life is chaos. What Needs To Be Said About Sex. An Ode To My Mother. Turns out I need you.

8230; greater things are still to be done in this city. What images or feelings do these words suggest? All of these rich experiences will forever shape who I am.

Life while abroad, at home and all in between. An Interview with a Hermit. A Carton of Life Lessons. Rebecca Bradshaw on Bluegrass in a Bar. When I was young life was chalked full of wonders,. I built houses for fairies with my mother and brothers,. Our imaginations were wild as could.