Author: daylerogers
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He Came–They’re Still Looking For Him
They came in droves. Buses from every tour group in the area. Languages of all kinds. People from a variety of countries. We have a few days in Israel before we need to work again. We’ve taken a tour to see sites that many people only hear–or dream–about. I’ve been here once before, but it’s…
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Remember–Because Forgetting Is Easy
They came from all over the world. Women needing space and grace to process life. A time to breathe. Being one of the volunteers coming alongside to encourage and pamper them was a wonderful opportunity for me to give back. Living in America, it’s easy to overlook the ease with which I fit into my…
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Don’t I Deserve Something That Nice?
There’s something incredibly wonderful about the Mediterranean Sea. The beauty of the salt water gently lapping against the sandy shoreline. The way the sun glints off the slow-moving waves. The calm of a non-American beach where time has slowed and people smile and wish you a good morning. The place I get to be…
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When A Celebration Isn’t A Party
When I think of celebrations, I imagine happy chatter, friendly smiles, light-hearted decorations, and great food. A time to gather to honor somebody, something or some day. A party. Not every celebration promotes a party atmosphere. There are times when what or who is honored doesn’t feel comfortable. The impact made by a life warrants…
Tip of My Iceberg 