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This is Edgar.

His name is Edgar. He is our bus driver, charged with the daunting task of getting 23 people from here to there on a daily basis. Though we’ve only...

Hey Andrey, I’m sorry.

I first met you in 2007. The room at Orphanage #2 was crowded and stuffy, and there were new shoes everywhere. You waited patiently as each child was seated...

Olga, the Transformer

Five years ago, the last Leningrad region orphanage was opened in the town of Kalozhitsy.  The selected building was dilapidated, but that didn’t stop the government from asking a...

Anatoly, the Protector

When I first began blogging about my journeys with the discarded, the posts read like diary entries. With rare exception, the words had a similar flow to them –...

Irina, the Promise Keeper

A four-hour journey over snow-packed roads leads to the village of Tikhvin in the Leningrad region of Russia. It’s a lovely place, with a nice shopping district and lots...

The Green Dress. What We Know Now.

The steel grey winter sky is a familiar welcome. I’ve heard the summers in St Petersburg are beautiful – with only four hours of darkness, the city comes alive...

Give Us Vision, Lest We Perish.

In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.” James 1:21MSG The single beautiful blossom greeted me at the Jamaica School...

Embossed Beauty. Ana Maria.

We stood in the kitchen of one of the apartments at Eagle’s Nest. For many of the women, it was more like a castle – there was running water,...

Praying from Z to A.

It was a rather purposeful accidental thing. I sat in the dark technical booth in the back of the room, with a lighting board to my left and a...

johnny coco and the rockstar life.

It is in Him that we live and move and keep on living. Acts 17:28 (new life)   I love this guy. He flew across the ocean last summer...
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