India aftermath

Well, our home has resumed to normal (at least until I leave for Uganda)… fighting, laughter, spontaneous dance parties, wrestling matches. It’s all back.

Life has definitely returned to what it was. Kids. Work. House. Dating. Juggling it all.

If I close my eyes I can still see India, but it’s starting to fade. We talk about it less and less and I miss it.  Continue reading

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

To my Christian friends (Divorced: Part 4)

To my Christian friends,

I have been thinking lately about what I want to say and how it can be put in a way that you can hear me, that you can hear my heart.

First, let me say that I know you mean well. I truly do. I know most of you don’t intentionally say things that are hurtful or biting. Your intent is not to cause more pain… but often it does. You walk away thinking that you spoke God’s truth, but in reality, it may have been a sprinkling of salt on an open wound. Continue reading

About the children (Divorce: Part 3)

Dear Friend,

Oh dear friend, it breaks my heart to see you going through this. Not just because I love you so, but because I have been where you are headed and your fears are so familiar to me.

So, when you talk about what will happen to your children and the impact this may have on them,  when your home is separated, when mom and dad no longer live together, I cannot help but cry. For I wept over my children… I still do at times. Continue reading