Places, Faces and Traces

And I love looking at them. Listening to them speak, listen to their laughter as they reminisce. Watch their minds focus on the memories that trigger from photographs of life passed.
It's strange how we can't remember what day it is yet we can remember an exact moment in between destinations where chains of events connect to build these life stories. They connect to create joy from laughter, tears from struggle and continued depth and connection of love in this life style of these seasons that the Lord has willed.

Have I changed from this trek? Yes.

Can I explain in the ways that I have changed? No.

There is a long road ahead... And I am excited


A little something fun to share with you.
My friend and teammate, Ellen, is blessed with spoken word. Here is a poem that she wrote about our tour. Perhaps it will give you some perspective of what we have been doing on the road, for who and why.
 Hope...Just Hope