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A Slave Set Free

I hopped off the back of the mototaxi and peeked my head in the door of Grace House to surprise her. She hugged me tight and kissed my neck, smiling that wide open smile that I remember from three years ago when I first met her. I hugged her right back and told her howContinue reading “A Slave Set Free”

Pray for Grace House

I sat across the living room from her and I felt like with each word coming out of her mouth, someone was placing another brick on my shoulders. God brought her here and this journey has been devastating to all that I have ever known. For three years now, our life has been turned upsideContinue reading “Pray for Grace House”

The Savage

I remember very vividly the first time I saw him. Mariclene had been our breakfast visitor for a while and on occassion she would show up with one of her biological siblings so they could also devour eggs and bread, often their only real meal for the day. He was butt. naked. Every time heContinue reading “The Savage”

When You Know You Aren\’t Called

I watched him as he focused so intently on those little circles on the page. His little hand moving slowly but surely. It felt surreal. This is the same boy who I had little hope for. The one I wrote about just last year and the emptiness in his eyes. And yet here he was,Continue reading “When You Know You Aren\’t Called”

Grace from His Fullness

Sitting there in the corner of that little 500 square foot house, I looked around the room at the little faces of the kids that had gathered together that Saturday afternoon, almost thirty of them. It was hot and cramped and little two-year-old Francisco was not happy that his mom had brought him there. TaiwaniContinue reading “Grace from His Fullness”

If It Were Me

We drove by her in the taxi today. Her daughter was by myside and I pulled her in closer to me, just in case she had spotted her, too. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, rising up as it does every time we cross paths. Even if she doesn’t see me, IContinue reading “If It Were Me”

Meet Frankie

It was almost 9pm and Richard was coming back from running a late night errand. He would always glance down one of the side roads on our street, trying to catch a glimpse of the kids who frequented our home. Usually they were out playing in the street, dirty as could be, without an adultContinue reading “Meet Frankie”