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Day 6, India Summer 2012 – Swimming & the Beach


The following is excerpts from my journal from my most recent trip to see the girls of STEPS Home in India. 

July 28 –

It is Saturday and we are taking the girls to the beach! We loaded up early, and I road with the girls on the bus. We were headed to Scripture Union Camp where they have a pool and beach access, which is an hour or two south of the city… I lost track of time because we were having so much fun on the bus. They were SOOOO excited to be on our way! I think Karunya bounced in her seat most of the way there.

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August 2012 Ministry Update


Happy August!

I hope it’s cooling off by you – I know I’m enjoying the cooler (upper) 80s that I have come home to after being in the tropical heat of India!

My time in India was just as wonderful as I could have hoped. I couldn’t get enough hugs from those dear little girls. Read my summary of the trip in the picture below. If you would like to read my day-to-day adventures click on my India page, and go to my facebook to see the pictures, or click here:  https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10151102265894031.467459.503809030&type=3&l=b60cc4c038.  Please let me know if you have any trouble opening any of these items.  (more…)

My Relationship with Water


Water and I have an unstable relationship. It all started when I was young. My mom decided that it would be a good idea for my brother and I to take swimming lessons at the local pool. I was game for this because little did I know what a fickle friend water would be. In my 7-year-old mind, it seemed like water would make such a good friend. And at first, water was a great friend. I loved to play and splash in pools in my little adorable swim suits with the frilly tutus. But when it came time to actually learn to swim by putting my face in the water, I quickly discovered that water didn’t always play nice.

Sure, every kid sucks in a little water when first learning to swim, but water had a way of creeping into my nose and down my throat even when I was holding my breath. After trying for many summers to master the art of holding my breath without pinching my nose shut, I am said to say, I still to this day do not have that talent. No matter how hard I try, water weasels it’s way down my wind pipe in yet another attempt to drown me. (more…)

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