Author: Adventures

 I wonder how so many could be in so much pain, While others don’t seem to feel a thing. I curse my whiteness and get so damned depressed, In a world of suffering why should I be so blessed? Brett Dennen, There Is So Much More     Sometimes I catch myself staring.   I’m staring at the beggar children. At the people dying on the streets. At the people going in and out of the mosques. At women with black eyes and men with cold hearts. I’m staring at the shacks people call home. At the trash kids play in. I’m staring into eyes that lack any...

I saw her and immediately knew to hold her. Barely one year old, she was clad in a battered white tank top littered with holes. As i situated her squishy brown body on one hip, i discovered a new part of my life. In that moment, i tapped into an inch of who a woman of God is. Noisy kids began to spill into the small room where we conduct a nutrition program in one of the nearby slums and she became shy, burying her tired head in my shoulder. She used me as her refuge and i felt it was my duty to protect her, pray life over her, and love her without condition. Honestly, i have never loved an...

Last Saturday started out pretty shocking.. As me and 4 other girls were catching the bus to go to the internet cafe, we turned around and on the wet and dirty pavement was a man with his motorcycle on top of his legs. He was shaking and my first thought was, ‘Please Lord, I do not want to see someone die!’ A man who was close by lifted the motorcycle off of him and we walked over. All i could do was sit there, stare at him, and pray!! I was clueless as to what was going on, but i felt the helplessness he had. After he finally stopped shaking, they told us he was epileptic and...

This week we were able to work in another preschool. These children were crazy,and I had no clue how to help keep them under control. There was this one boy who was pretty much the trouble maker in the class. He would misbehave, but when I would give him one on one attention his face would just light up. Then as the week went on I began to give this little boy more and more attention. He began to warm up to me as well. I realized that this was all he wanted. He wanted love and attention that he may not get at home. And my heart broke for him. He is so precious and I know that my love is...

Teacher: a person whose occupation is teaching others, esp children. When I think of the word teacher, a few things run through my mind. My Father. Just about every Elementry school teacher I had. The few I actually liked in Jr. High and High School. My basketball coaches from the age 7 when I picked up my first ball, all the way to my senior year of high school. Just about every Sunday school teacher I have ever had. And of course my parents, pawpaw, stepdad,2nd family, mentors, and friends. Why all of them? Well…..they all have invested time in me, given me advice about life, or...

So, I’m leaving 2 blogs because i have not blogged since we have been here.. Anyways, the week started off very challenging. Teaching at the preschool is pretty exhausting but so wonderful at the same time. But afterwards in the afternoons when we walk into the slums, I feel the Holy Spirit just filling me back up more and more so i can pour it out.. So, on Tuesday, I went with Laura to a families house that she was suppose to go to, to learn how to make Chipatee (an Indian tortilla type of thing). As we take off our shoes to go inside, there is an old woman curled up siting on a...