As I faced a dangerous virus, fear took over. Every day felt like a struggle, and the idea of dying paralyzed me. Medical help wasn’t enough, so I turned to prayer....

Everyone goes through storms in life. My biggest storm was when I entered college. I felt a huge weight on my shoulders as a first-generation Mexican-American woman. I had support from...

One summer afternoon, we drove down the lane to our rural neighborhood. We were surprised at what we saw in the grass by the road: a fox, a turkey, and a...

For a time I lived in a country far from my parents. At one point my mother got sick and was hospitalized, then passed away after months of painful treatments. Unable...

When an overseas missionary came to speak at our church, I was reminded of my own short-term mission trips to Liberia over 10 years ago. In my heart, I long to...

When I was a child, I loved riding the merry-go-round. Watching the world spin by in a blur was fun. Getting dizzy and trying to walk a straight line after hopping...

A few years ago, I was struggling with postpartum depression. I felt as though my life had veered off course; my ambitions stalled in the wake of motherhood, and I felt...

When traveling in northern Mexico, I have noticed that during late summer and early fall it is common to see large strings of chili peppers, known as “ristras,” hanging from buildings...

My first sentence as a child was, “I do it myself.” From the earliest years of my life, being fiercely independent has been part of my identity. It is a trait...