Lydia Loescher

I’m a terrible artist. Truly—I’m awful. I cannot draw, sketch, or paint an image to save my life. But there are many times when I wish that I could. I’

In a small West African city, dust clings to and thickly layers everything in sight. The impenetrable haze of harmattan settles over the city. Harmattan is a mixture of Saharan sand, smoke, and

It’s funny how often we as humans enclose God within a little capsule of impossibility.   Even without knowing it, we are constantly making assumptions about God. We look at a person, situation,

In 2018, my dad, mom, brother, and I moved from the United States to France. It was a hard transition. I had made other transcontinental moves before, but France…was different. It was