It’s almost been one week since we returned home from the Blog Trip to the Dominican Republic. We’re slowly settling back into our routines. Remembering how to live in our reality while carefully carrying with us the reality of the children we met. More than 30 blog posts were written by our trip bloggers. It may have been hard to keep up with them all so I wanted to highlight my favorite post from each blogger! Hopefully it will help you this trip if you missed it!Continue Reading ›
Being born in America, eating every day all day any day, being able to read and write, going to university. If you can say yes to any of these you are the minority in this world. You have influence.Continue Reading ›
Marlo looks up at us and he knows. He knows he’s becoming a man. And in so many ways as a sacrificial lamb.
Yes changes lives. Yes can change a child’s life forever. Yes can change eternity.
Time used to dance slowly for me. I remember my creeping countdown to Christmas break. Spring break. Summer…The beginning of our lives was marked with seasons broken up for us, with rest. Then there was college and marriage and all the responsibility that piles itself high. It feels like a new kind of time that believes you’ve exchanged wonder for a number. An age. I’m wide eyed in disbelief that it is almost 2015. This year, I’ve told too many people that I am 26. When in fact, I turned 30.
This slum is what nightmares are made of. Filled with what gifts are made of.
Freedom came for Grace when soldiers from the government raided the Lord’s Resistance Army camp where she and her mother were being held. After this, for seven years, they moved frequently, looking for a place to live.