Tag: Indian Slum


It was late December a few years ago and Carl, my husband, had just left for what was to be his sixth trip to India. This particular winter, we had planned to renovate our second floor bathroom. The first part of this project was demolishing the 1920s dinosaur. Old cracked plaster and lathe walls and…
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Have you ever been in a pit of absolute and utter despair . . . where the tools and tasks of daily survival tear at the threads of your most profound resolve?  What would you do if you had no God in who you could bleed your deepest yearnings and sufferings; a God with the…
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