The other day as I picked up the kids from school, he wanted to hold my hand. Usually on those walks back to the Casa Hogar, I keep my focus on the littlest ones or the most ornery ones for … Continue reading
Meet Eduardo. He is sweet and loving, and rambunctious and crazy all in one moment. His little voice is raspy, his personality big and his desire for attention even bigger. He is incredibly creative and if his immense energy can … Continue reading
When I went on the One21 retreat in February, I met a 13-year old girl who lives at a family-style children’s home in the next state over. She had lived at the home for less than a year, but within … Continue reading
A couple weeks ago, I arrived at Del Norte and was greeted by three new faces. They belonged to three new children that had come to the home only days before, and they carried fear and confusion. I remember watching … Continue reading
Meet sweet Edgar. He a rambunctious and wild 5-year-old, always getting into mischief for this or that. Yet, when he is pulled away from the chaos and receives some one-on-one attention, sweet Edgar comes out with songs and creative stories.
A guest post from Jill Hubbard, a child sponsor, mission’s trip participant and an answer to my prayers for a girl that I love dearly In 2012 my husband, Matt, in desperate need of some time away and a little … Continue reading
In honor of my 100th blog post, I wanted to share with you 100 faces of kids and teens in Mexico who I love. In the past year, I have gotten to meet and build friendships with so many individuals … Continue reading
Every week of summer begins the same, with a Monday night worship service that features our Hope Program teens—the work that God has done, is doing and will do in their lives as they surrender in service to Him and … Continue reading
I am always fascinated by stories of people who find a new gift or passion. The old man who began to paint at age 60 and found it he is awesome at it, or the man who poured concrete once … Continue reading
Paloma and I were sitting in my apartment after making mini-cheesecakes when someone knocked on our door. When the door opened, one of the teen boys who lives on our campus was standing there. He asked me (in Spanish of … Continue reading