When I Failed At Missions

When I Failed At Missions

 The whisper of summer breeze caresses my face as I perch on the concrete steps of New Creation Lutheran Church. This has become a daily meeting hour. After dinner, my fellow team members and I linger outside with the neighborhood kids. They’ll pop wheelies,...
On Vulnerability, Bipolar and the Fight

On Vulnerability, Bipolar and the Fight

An ominous, foreboding cloud hovered about me. I was in the haze of the heavy sedation which was a part of my stay at Szent Imre Korház in Budapest, Hungary.I remember very little from these three days in the ICU. But I know I couldn’t breathe. I...