The streets of Kolkata

 

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Last night after dinner a few of us took off to walk the streets of Kolkata.

We usually get taxis but tonight we decided to walk a little in search of  sweets. We have been warned to stay clear of any street food (and after watching how they prep I am fully in support of this), but Kolkata is known for their desserts and we figured these should be okay, right?

I know, dumb, but we did it anyways. Continue reading

My Day in the Brothel- When God Speaks (Part 3)

There was no one left and I was tired.

Feeling emotionally drained yet so incredibly loved, I slowly walked back over to John’s office.

He saw me walk in, “Just one more, “ he said. Uh, really.

I mean, I loved this, but it is very emotional and I was drained and was feeling a little faint. I smiled and nodded my head, I mean how many chances do I have to do this?

Uh, like none.  Continue reading

My day in the Brothels- The Plan (Part 1)

THE PLAN (Part 1)

Let me warn you, dear sisters, this is long. Like, beyond long.

I have broken it into five sections to make it more manageable, and I encourage you to read it all.

Set aside time to read it all, the parts that are hard to understand, the parts that are hard to hear.

Read it all, dear sisters, for this is our world, our brokenness, our God.

I am still trying to make sense of my last few days.

I had a plan. The people I was scheduled to meet with had a plan. And then God shows up.

Wham… Continue reading

Dear Ana

Sometimes when I don’t know how to express all that I am feeling I write letters, letters that are never sent and often never seen by the person I address them to.

These letters give my heart space to work things out-to have a voice.  It is with caution that I write this next letter because I know how deeply my heart has been touched by this woman…. Ana. Continue reading