The Weakest Reed

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.

April 7, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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It’s not looking so good for those who have it all together.

This is the ugliest scar.  The one covered self-consciously, forearm drawn close over the vulnerable spot: I felt cast-off and forgotten.  And when I dusted myself off, I looked around to see that there was no one in particular to … Continue reading

September 18, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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How I dreamed of Africa, heard voices and went anyway. Twice.

Today, I had the honor of writing a guest post over at one of my friend Cate’s (two) blogs.  She has had Uganda on her heart lately and, as you know, it’s a very important place for our family.  She’s an … Continue reading

May 17, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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For those unable to put the oxygen mask on yourself first

I remember it as an old-fashioned bike painted shiny black and it was heavy. Or at least it felt heavy to me. I was probably eleven and the bike was made for a man, not a child. The problem of … Continue reading