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When the Walls Came Tumbling Down

When I was a young girl, I fell in love with words and story.  I scribbled hand-written pieces in my upstairs bedroom on that Tennessee hillside as the hemlock trees stood guard just outside my window.  I imagined a grown-up world where I could roam the globe with a camera strapped around my neck and leather-bound journals in my bag containing the stories of faraway lands and their stunning people.  Somewhere in my soul, a dream hatched.  Every once in a while, I shared it out loud, half-joking, half-hoping.  I imagined myself as the first National Geographic missionary photojournalist chasing God stories and catching them in my camera lens and moleskin journals.  I believed God could do something beautiful with His stories, and I wanted to write them for the world.  Life rarely sends anyone a hand-wrapped gift tied with a lovely bow labeled "your childhood dream."  We grow and live and learn and make new dreams.  The old dreams form new shapes and take on new meanings almost

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