Megan has lived in Haiti for a year or so – she just wrote a blog piece about a child from the same orphanage I recently visited for ten days. Her passion comes out better than if I tried writing so I’m linking it here. Some of the things she writes are just how I feel too… hearing about exploitation and seeing it firsthand are two separate things. The latter makes me angry and want to do something. But what?
I didn’t get to meet Megan while in Haiti – had a chance to one day but it was hectic and didn’t work out. I remember that day feeling it would be best I stayed with the kids.
Here’s the link: Where’s Gabriel
I prefer this blog be kept mainly for original content rather than reposting stuff I find online.
However, I’m always finding cool little tidbits online so the decision was made to branch into yet a new foray of internet publishing: Tumblr.
Check it out here:
Now I have Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, a Blog and over 100 other online accounts. I’m not joking, it’s ridiculous.
I’m off to be a camp counselor. Kids beware.
I may be away from blogging for quite some time. A month? All depending.
When I return I’ll be full of new insights, wisdom and epiphanies. Or not.
Any tips on being a camp counselor would be appreciated!
My friend Naomi gave me this thoughtful letter. I added her explanations on the side:
The question is, “What will the scribble become?”
Perhaps there are clues in the picture that would help answer that question?
I see two stick figures amongst the scribble, does that portend something of note?
It appears they are both praying in a cemetary with a cross over their heads and a gate in the background. What does it all mean?
And is one of the stick figures female? Hard to tell.