When we adopted 4 little ones two years ago, I thought I might die. FOR REAL. We spent the first 3 months alone as a new family. There were 5 of us (big people) and just 4 of them! How hard could it be??? They
WHAT A NIGHT! Thank you for coming to the screening of our 3 micro-documentaries. IF YOU WATCHED, let me know in the comments below, which of the three films was your favorite. IF YOU DIDN’T WATCH, CLICK HERE to watch all three. I remember getting
One year and 7 months later, WHERE DO I EVEN START? Let me just say that it’s SO GOOD right now (keep that in mind as you read the update), but it wasn’t always that way. As we were in process of adopting 6-year-old Joseph and
Our fundraisers in November were INSANE. Our goal was to raise the operating budget of $58,024, which to be honest, was a stretch. We’ve never raised that much money in two nights. We ended up raising just over $70,000. This is what that extra money
Where does the time go? SERIOUSLY! WHERE DOES IT GO? Cecilia graduated from High School and she and Gabriel are traveling to Colorado to attend Ellerslie Bible School, NEXT WEEK! After Bible school they’ll be working for a month, to make a little money, but
I was driving home after dark and passed this small tienda. There’s a lady on every corner selling tortillas, so the competition is massive. You can usually get 4-5 tortillas for 1 Quetzal (.13 cents) which means the profit margin is horrible. They have to
Photo credit Oliver De Ros AP Last Sunday, Volcan De Fuego (Volcano Of Fire) erupted, spilling lava for miles. Initially reports said 6 people lost their lives. That number climbed to 62 within 24 hours. As of this morning, there have been 110 confirmed deaths
If you’re not careful, if you peel too many layers of an onion back, you might feel. Pain. Sadness. Heartbreak. Hunger. Love. I think it’s easy to go through life, not actually feeling. We all generally have routines. Get up. Check social media/email. Coffee. Breakfast.
For the first few years, as I drove into El Rosario, Rosalinda would often run from her house that was tucked away from the road, to meet me as I drove by. Every time we talked, she seemed desperate. Life or death desperate. Of
The days in El Rosario start out pretty much the same for everyone. Mom gets up to make a fire for breakfast. Dad gets up to get ready to work in the blackberry fields. Eventually, the kids crawl out of bed and stumble to the
