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Sophonie, she scratches words on peach-colored concrete with a sliver of yellow chalk. She points to them and then to herself. "God. Me. Father. Mother." I brim and pull her close. "Yes. God. He's your father and your mother." And He's enough. Jeffrey's fifteen, he...
[serialposts]I've thought a lot about Christmas gift giving lately. It's something that weighs heavy on my mind now. Maybe it's because I know it'll be a pretty light year here in the King household. Between losing my job of 13 years just a few months ago, and...
I've had months to get ready. But I'm not ready. I google "animals in Haiti," "birds in Haiti," "snakes in Haiti." and "Haitian culture." I immerse myself in Flickr'ed blue and red and green and pink gingerbread architecture and cough from dust rising in YouTube...
[serialposts] "No education, no future. With education, dreams come true!" I discovered these words scribbled in chalk on a door while visiting a very poor community during a recent mission trip. It's a statement that's stuck with me as I've visited other...
[serialposts]I've really been having a tough time holding it together over the...
[serialposts]Sometimes you just never know what God is up to. On our final...
I can't remember the last time I cried like this. As we entered the gates on...
[serialposts]Paint streaks decorated the legs of his jeans. As he came out to...
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