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we want to see.

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....

incognito.

    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....

what home looks like

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 are all the same.

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...

what love does

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...

we belong to each other.

  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...

broken road.

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,...

see myself in there.

“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...

diary from the journey: monday

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...

indiscriminate acts of kindness.

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...

pamela and the shy smile.

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...
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