Stories

A cold morning, a chirping bird, and a quiet reminder about the seasons we wish we could skip—and why they matter. It felt unbearable. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but it was uncomfortable enough to make me question God and His ways all over again. I was walking to catch the bus for work on a mid-December morning. My backpack was loaded with all the winter essentials, and I was confident my giant sleeping-bag coat (I look like a black caterpillar in it) and my h

A story about low vision, inner resistance, and learning to meet ourselves with gentleness. It happens every time I have a morning shift. Without fail, I arrive at work at 10 a.m., and despite my alertness, caffeine intake, and good mood, my eyes refuse to cooperate. In case you’ve forgotten, I have low vision. Most days I get along just fine at work—even with my disability—except in the mornings. For the first hour or two of my shift, my eyes and brain argue. I give my eyes