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We first saw this man from a distance, out for an early morning walk with his goat at his side. It was quite the sight to see, the goat appeared to be more of a friend and less as livestock as he followed his master down the path. Awhile later he stopped by to chat. He has a son who lives in Toronto and he shared with us all about his brief visit to Canada many years ago. The conversation went on for quite awhile as he shared more about his life and we got to listen through our faithful translator Oksana.
Interactions like this were common during our time in Ukraine and are a large part of what makes this country so special. The people are so open and approachable. If you are willing to listen Ukrainians are willing to share. You learn of their lives, their passions and their prayers. We might not remember his name but we’ll never forget the man who took his goat for a walk one cool fall morning in the Ukraine.
Talk to anyone who has recently come back from a missions trip, whether it be for 3 days or 3 months and you’ll most likely start to hear stories about the children. After being out in the field ourselves it’s easy to see why. Language barriers diminish, cultural differences seem unimportant and the prospect of a bright future shines through.
The view from a 10×10 shack, someone’s home here in the slums of Moratuwa, Sri Lanka.
While staying at Noah’s Ark Children’s Home in Uganda, we had the opportunity to go out in to the village to meet a few families that have been impacted by the primary school. While driving up the dirt path to one of the homes we were quite the sight, leading a parade of children that caught a glimpse of two white people in the car.
Upon arriving at the home, we were now surrounded by close to two dozen children. After learning why we were there, this little girl ran out and started telling all her neighbours that we were her muzungus (white people). It was quite the humbling experience to be greeted with the traditional Ugandan greeting, shaking our hands while they kneel in front of us.
They had so much joy and pride just from our visit. We were fortunate enough to be able to bless them with a small care package. But we received so much more from them, just getting to meet them and seeing how God is working in their lives and knowing we will always be this little girl’s mzungus.
It’s been over a month since the quake but Haiti is still on all of our minds. This photo was taken after exiting the public market in Mirebalais. We made our way through the crowd, passing by the charcoal vendors . The road suddenly ends and opens up to an expanse of green.
Life here on the river’s edge was so peaceful and simple, a tremendous contrast from the busyness of the market where your senses were assaulted from every direction. Two seemingly different worlds, only meters from each other.
For every photo I took there is a story and for me there is also a vivid personal memory of a moment in time, a real person, a new friend and real emotions. It saddens me that we will not be able to include all of them in the book, not even close. If I was to include every photo, we’d have something that would rival Encyclopedia Britannica (actually, I’d have a 2,000 photo advantage).
As I sift through the thousands upon thousands of photos, I would like to take the time to share some of them with you. Some may make it in to the book and some may not. Some will stir at my heart some may just catch my attention that particular day. I have no set formula as to how I will select them but I hope in some way that they will speak to you.
Enjoy and as always, your feedback is welcome and appreciated.
This photo was taken during our time in Waveland, Mississippi, a small town situated on the Gulf of Mexico, which became ground zero for Hurricane Katrina. Five years after the storm hit, they are still rebuilding.
With God’s timing we were there at the same time as a team from New Jersey. A team that felt that the spiritual care for the people was as important as the physical rebuilding that they split up into two teams. The prayer team would go out in to the community to visit, listen, pray and to help this broken town heal.