Host Summer 2004 Spring 2006 July 2008 Spring 2008
It was awesome to come the first day of the trip and be greeted by the boys. The boy my family and I sponsor was waiting for me and said "my God mother is here."
...In every single essay, I wrote that I wasn't naive or idealistic, that I knew I couldn't change the world in two months, and that I simply planned on doing what I knew how to do: love children. I completely underestimated the power of love. And I was dead wrong on what I was capable of when God is the one doing the loving...
... a little boy by the name of Jhonny T. grabbed my heart. As I sat talking with one of the guys there he started telling me Jhonny's story. I could hardly hold my tears at bay as his story of abuse and desperation unfolded before me...
...I was flipping through channels one night and came across Life Today with James Robinson. There was a short segment about the life of the orphans living on the streets of Bolivia sniffing glue to stay warm...
In all of my walk of faith, I had kept God in a box. Searching for what He can do here, now, around me, in my life. I created boundaries in my mind on how I thought the Lord could do things. On our trip, the Lord taught me that when He calls out missionaries, He calls them not just to serve Him, and use them, but also to...
When I sat on the ground with a crying Jesus in my arms, there was no other place in the world that I would rather have been. To know that this terrified little boy could finally feel safe in my arms was the best feeling...
...Before our bus had come to a complete stop they ran to the doors; however, only one ran to the front passenger seat door, where I sat. He stood there, with a smile that would melt the coldest of hearts – yes, Ernesto!...
