When I got to Mozambique and found out that the ministry God had told me to visit, Arcos-Iris ministries means…
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loving the poor
Touch.
Very often, they smelled of urine. Their clothes would have been worn for days on end, even in the sweltering…
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Fragments.
So it’s been a while. The past three weeks have been life-changing, to say the least. Dirty, dirty children. And…
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Off and away.
It’s only just sinking in. The M.B.B.S (my final examinations for medical school) has ended and in a few hours,…
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Packing lessons.
Today was a day full of tears. Tears of joy, tears of nostalgia, tears of brokenness, tears of healing and…
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Desiring, more.
“I have fun doing a lot of stuff like you do. I enjoy golfing and surfing and laughing and playing….
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