Where are the Men?
“The women come, and the women do all the work,” she said with voice trembling. “Please help us. Please tell us where the men are when it comes to...
Stories about orphan care
And All the While…
We mean so well, we really do. We want more than anything for every child to feel known and valued and love. And there are moments we get it...
Shoot like a Girl | World-Changer
I sat at the coffee shop, across the table from a beautiful fiery-souled woman who had just adopted a child from a troubled foreign land and was ready to...
Shoot like a Girl | Flight (#31days)
Day 14: Montego Bay, Jamaica The quiet and noise battling for position, the shadows marking their territory – and the words that cause my heart to ache for the...
Hey there, story.
“alright, flowers. here’s your part, and trust me, it is a glorious part. you will adorn the heads of royals. you will grace tables of the mighty. and the...
No More Labels.
I didn’t want to do this. I wanted this to just go away. Because blog posts like this need to be rendered obsolete. But here it is. And my...
Something is Missing
We gathered in a church classroom at the Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit – a group of strangers joined at the heart with a passion for orphan care and...
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...
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...