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When we walked into the Kadariya’s house, Narmiya and her friend were on the floor, reciting the Bhagavat-Gita.

In heaven now

“She looks so peaceful.” People often say those words to try to console someone who has just experienced loss.

Brokenness and beauty

The other day, as Kristi and I headed to Dilli and Bhuma’s house, we saw two Iraqi kids playing outside. As we walked closer, we saw a beer bottle shattered right where they were playing.

Finding contentment

Ever wondered where Jesus would go if he where walking the earth today? If you ask me, I found out in Jamaica.

Love needs no translation

MoldovaAs we visited three orphanages, I saw each one filled with so many beautiful little hearts wrapped inside little bodies that don’t get enough warm socks and shoes, hugs and kisses.

Here am I. Send me.

Since we travel so much and only are able to spend small amounts of time in a city, we aren’t able really to connect with the people in a way where we see how we have made an impact on them. However, after we have left each city, I definitely can say that every time they make an impact on us—or at least me.

Christmas memories

We had a chance to talk with our Bhutanese friend, Dill, the other day about Christmas.

Fishers of Men

We were up and ready about 5:30 a.m.  On our island in the Philippines, the roosters usually start crowing about 4:30, and you can start feeling the humidity at about 5 a.m.

You are loved

The South African winter wind blew gusts of sand in every direction, making the small forms running down the dirt paths toward me hard to see. The sun has just risen covering the village in bright red and gold hues.

Wrestling with hard questions

Recently we celebrated Dasara with some of our culturally Nepali Bhutanese friends. They were excited for us to take part, and it seemed that as we partake, we are being accepted into deeper levels of friendship and trust.

Hearing the voices of the silent

As a Christian, I always had understood that I have been freed from the bondage of sin and darkness. But I never had seen people physically in bondage and enslaved until my internship in Johannesburg, South Africa.
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