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Even in the heels too big for her feet, her pace exceeded mine. Kiwi Jase and I walked down the Antiguan cobblestone behind her for at least a block, giving me plenty of time to take in her teal earrings and her formal skirt as she balanced a napkin-covered plate in one hand and carried [...]
No child should grow up without knowing love. No child should need permission to laugh.
Dear Smile,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I was in Guatemala on your birthday. You are in El Salvador. We were so close yet still so far away.
You were on my mind all day. I prayed for you as I ran my hand over El Sal on the map hanging outside my hostel room.
As [...]
Three of us walked down the street towards the parking garage. Around the corner came a man in an unzipped coat, too big for the mild winter weather. He looked at us and asked for $1.25 so he could buy some chips—or at least that’s what I heard as I diverted my eyes and picked [...]
She slid into the wooden kitchen chair beside me, crashing my pity party as the music began at our nameless house church.
I smiled, hoping she wouldn’t see the tears ready to make a break for my chin. Absent-mindedly, I cracked my knuckles, glancing down in time to see her trying to do the same.
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I had a dream once.
Back when I had a mommy and daddy.
I had hope once.
Back when this river had more water than garbage.
But it’s gone now. The dreams, the love, the hope, the water.
Ok, God, for the record, I’m less than thrilled that my hard rolls have gone bad. I feel like I just bought them, splurged on them really, and TWO are moldy. That was going to be my lunch! Surely You could have salvaged one for a few more hours for me to eat it. After all, You created the universe. You rained manna from the sky, You rose Your Son from the dead… my hard rolls wouldn’t be too hard to unmold. Just sayin’.
I spent less than an hour with her almost eleven months ago. I don’t have a photo of her. Her facial features have become blurred in my head. Yet her words are forever etched on my heart.
Somewhere between the airport and the house, I always ask Mom (or Dad) what’s new or changed since I was home last.
This is a lesson I’ve learned the hard way since moving in 2007. I got home to some major–though not bad–changes. I don’t handle change well. This is one last chance to tell [...]
When I was unemployed, I’d often see the beautiful face of my Compassion daughter hanging on my nearly empty fridge. I’d look into her eyes and realize that for $1.25 a day I was providing her with food, medicine, education, water… I was providing hope in Jesus.
I often thought about the 1.4 billion [...]
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