I don’t know why I gave up wearing dresses, perhaps because I never wore many dresses growing up on a sailboat. I like dresses. I just don’t buy them very often. But I knew I needed something special to wear to meet my sponsored child, Nairesiae. A week before we left...
As we’ve spent the week in Kenya, I’ve had the privilege of getting a close up look at the work of Compassion. I can literally walk into any project, point at any kid, and ask to see their file—a thick, 3-ring binder filled with monthly, quarterly, and yearly reports...
A special post by the love of my life, my super hot hubby, Leif (pronounced lay-f). Passing through the slum, our van paused in front of a gray metal gate. Voices were already singing on the other side. We pulled into the courtyard of the church that hosted...
The church property where the Compassion program is hosted is an oasis. The small lot feels expansive compared to the cramped quarters of the slum. The entrance is marked by trees, vegetation and pink hibiscus; a stark contrast to the stench, filth, and garbage just...
Leif and I had the privilege of sitting down with the head of Kenya for Compassion International, Joel, to learn more about their work to serve more than 93,000 kids throughout the nation. “What’s the hardest part of your job?” I asked. “Capacity,” Joel said. “We’ll...
