Stories Shape Us
Stories shape us. They begin at bedsides and become the movies and novels that line the shelves at our favorite bookstores.
Stories shape us. They begin at bedsides and become the movies and novels that line the shelves at our favorite bookstores.
Jane wakes me with a panicked cry. I hurry into her room to find our 21-month-old daughter burning up with a fever of 101.3.
The bus stopped in front of the Museo Maya de Cancun. Everyone streamed down the bus steps and then back up the concrete steps of the museum.
A tired road leads from the highway into Tres Reyes. Storefronts and hollow buildings rest under layers of dust.
We convinced him to spend the three weeks of Christmas vacation with his daughter, and he reluctantly accepted. Now he sat at my kitchen table, like he had done many times before, and I asked the big question.
I was serving in Mazatlan, Mexico recently, and I met a new student who is living in the Abigail House, Back2Back’s Hope Program home for girls.
Rosa started working with fourteen-year-old, Laura, over the summer. Laura had failed her previous classes. When school ended last year, she was tired and frustrated.
Alan is 10. He lives in a small community outside Cancun called Tres Reyes. Like most boys he loves soccer. Tres Reyes, unfortunately, has no soccer fields.
Trauma cuts deep, dark fissures in people’s lives, but hope heals deeper and shines brighter.
Each Saturday, Back2Back Cancun staff invite the children in the Tres Reyes community to join them for Bible classes. This particular Saturday, the lesson was about the armor of God.