In the morning I wake up early to the sound of car horns and Hindi music and stray dogs; 75 degrees and usually pretty breezy.  I walk outside, and talk to my Indian neighbors in broken English, and then go eat things for breakfast that I can’t even pronounce.  I make my way around the streets of this third-world city flooded with color and noise and busyness like it’s my job.  I am 100% a minority here, and just about everywhere I go I could easily count at least 86453948603 big brown intrigued eyes staring intently at me.  I guess white people don’t...

Week 4. We are in a routine, finally getting comfortable. Maybe too comfortable? Yeah, let’s start there. I can only speak for myself, but that is how it was for me last week, until Sunday afternoon.  A few things that have made me almost “too comfortable.”  1. Our steady routine.  2. Our frequent down time. 3. The way that Pastor and his family treat us.  Our steady routine is nice, because the days go by so quickly. However, at the same time, I started to get dependent on the routine and become almost reliant on it. We have worship every night...

we have found peanut butter.  Day=made.

Doing ministry in a children’s home grabs your heart in a different kind of way.  I’ve been around over time and I have seen some hard things.  Poverty, unrest, sickness, sadness, godlessness… it absolutely hurts me to see those things.  But there is just something about orphans.  Innocent kids who are for whatever reason: lost, given up, left alone.  No home, no parents, no family.  No sense of belonging to anyone or feeling secure.  No shoulder to rest on, to cry on.  They experience all the same hard things, but they are so...

I love everything about this place.  I love the twenty four children that we get to love. I love the ten girls I get to live with and learn from. I love Pastor Sam and his sweet wife Bayulla and their amazing example of commitment to our Heavenly Father. I love our AMAZING God! So much has happened I don’t even know where to start. There are 16 boys from ages 7-11, and 8 girls ages 5-10. The girls don’t speak English, but are catching on.  Please keep these precious girls in your prayers. We are continually in prayer that they would be accepted into school. As of now...

Dear all of my family and closest friends,  So picture this:  I am in a country where A) they don’t believe in trash cans and their motto is “find a lake, throw it in” but really what they mean is drop the trash wherever you are when you are done with it. B) It literally smells like poop and trash and exhaust everywhere. C) there are cats and dogs everywhere… stray cats and dogs. D) There are no traffic laws so there are thousands of cars going in thousands of different directions and honking from the time you wake up until the time you go to...