Just One at a Time
I learn that a “base” is both a geographic location and a group of people – a sort of mix between a gang and a homeless camp. This base hit all five of my senses at once. The sight of 30 children living and sleeping in a park, the smell of sewage being used as both a bath and a washing machine, the taste of air so grimy and dirty it coats your throat, the touch of a boy – 12? maybe 13? – so high he needs your steady arm to stay upright, the sound of traffic driving past seemingly unfazed by it all. This base was only about 30 kids. “Only” because there are an estimated 60,000 kids – children – living on the…
A Girl and her Prince
It’s funny how some things in life are universal. Each culture, gender, religion, race…some things just work everywhere. Smiles. Weddings. Love. Laughter. Babies. Nature. Chocolate. Everyone loves those things. I think fairy tales are pretty universal, too. One dashing young hero + one maiden in distress + one incredible rescue = true love. Who doesn’t love a story like that? I realized the power of fairy tales about 5 years ago during my summer at an orphanage in Ghana, West Africa. Part of my time there was spent tutoring children who had fallen behind in school or were new to the orphanage and had never been in school before, like…
Ordinary meets extraordinary.
Serious Tuesday post time. I’m not really sure why Tuesday, it just seems like a good day to be introspective. Last Serious Tuesday post, I wrote about why I wanted to adopt. In the post, I mentioned the blog, Kisses from Katie. A precious (and super hilarious) lady at church gave me a copy of Katie’s book a few weeks ago. I must confess how negligent of a parent I was the day I started reading it, because I absolutely could not put it down. Beckett got some quality bonding time in with his swing, bouncer, toys…pretty much anything to keep him occupied while momma read her book. It’s an…
