Finding Dignity In The Dust: Reflections On Belonging And Identity
I often think about the dust of Pella. It clung to our feet, our clothes, and our memories.
I often think about the dust of Pella. It clung to our feet, our clothes, and our memories.
When people see hope, they often imagine light, peace, and happiness. But I learned that hope is not born in comfort.
People often think that moving up in life means having more—more money, more comfort, more success.