From the moment this woman has entered the earth she has had to fight for her very life.  Neglected  and rejected she has grown to fend for herself.  Working the day away, she suffers with the pain of never being of any worth.  She’s looked down upon and abused by all who should have loved her.  Never having a father, she knows no man of honor.  By fourteen she’s handed off to her cousin who now is her husband.  Abuse and neglect do not disappear, but increase.  She’s living in fear.  At the age of...

Little brown heads poke around from the corners.   With a smirk on their face they give a little wave and yell, “Teacha! Teacha!”  Everywhere we go that chant is ringing.  Children we know and children we’ve never seen sing this phrase over and over again until there is some kind of response from us back at them.  Sometimes they will even trickle in from their hiding and form a crowd around and behind us.  With joy and laughter rolling from their mouth, all they want to do is touch us, have us take a photo or laugh at us.  Some even want...

     I feel that this week the Lord has been giving me a strange love for the children, culture and people of India like I never thought I would have.  As I look back on my first few weeks here, I tipped toed around garbage lying on the streets.  I plugged my nose to the interesting smells that filled the air.  I steered far away from the stray animals and their lovely trail of droppings they left behind.  At preschool I would distance myself from touching a child for the fear of getting their germs on me, sickness ect.  After using the...

Though I seem to have these marking of times in every blogpost, I find this one to be fitting because we have officially been in India for a month now. This time last month we had just made it to Goa after three days of travel from Atlanta. All the possibilities of what would occur in India lay ahead of us. We had no idea exactly what we would be doing, who we would be working with, or even where we would be living. There was so much excitement and anxiousness within us, as we wanted to get to Goa; we wanted to start ministry and just start living India! And now we have gotten over the...

Shrills of laughter slice the air as thirty children make their way onto a bus.  They are about to experience something they may never get to do again.  For a moment, today they will be taken away from all their worries and all they know.   The bus engines starts, but is quickly drowned out by the sound of praise songs as the children sing at the top of their lungs.  All the way to the beach they worship the Lord making their voices known to all we pass by.  Finally we’re there, it was only a ten minute drive, but for them, it could have felt like...

3 weeks. We have only been here for 3 weeks. And yet, it feels like we have been here for months. And lately, it feels….tiring already. We start ministry early in the morning, have about 3 exhausting hours in the preschool, 3 hours of rest for lunch, and then back to teaching and playing with kids and on many days ministering to women and their families. Most evenings we are not home until dark; sometimes we are not in our beds until 10 pm or even later, when I would like to be in bed by 9 or even earlier. I’m not complaining, but it is exhausting, and often I feel that...