Stories
about Care for the Discarded
It’s easy to get caught up in trying to figure out if needs are real. I see a homeless woman begging on the street corner and question her motives....
More often than not, Jesus comes to us incognito. ~Ian Cron I still remember it. The first trip. The first day. The first orphanage. The first face....
There are days when I’m simply homesick. It’s a homesick that isn’t really about a specific physical destination at all – but about a place where I feel most...
We sat quietly as the dawn began to break, the landscape around us shifting from grayscale to color. Jim was reviewing the images he had captured while I organized...
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all...
I wish sometimes that I could be a bird, like the eagles that soar effortlessly in the skies here in Uganda, flying in circles over a moment to...
Today’s journey took 11-1/2 hours, and left me weary and worn and covered in dirt. It was caked around my nose, had congregated on my forehead in a misshapen heart,...
There was something about her smile that told me we were sisters. As I walked through the doorway of the church made of mud and sticks and into the...
“I want to see myself in there.” He pointed to my iPhone as I stooped to get photos of family at a water well. We had walked some distance...
There is a ritual that takes place every night of every mission trip. While to those who receive an email it looks like a mere update, to me it’s...
13 people from 7 states join 4 people from Guatemala on a single journey. And God shines. I am so very thankful for the little family He crafted in...
She’s the new girl. And it’s a brand new world for her, being in such a safe place. You can see it in her eyes as they dart from...