The Waldron World
Our children’s support group often does artwork or works on their scrapbooks during group meetings. A few months ago, they were supposed to be painting pictures of their families (as shown in the above photo.) One little girl, however, seemed to really struggle with this task.
Mother’s are sweet Mom’s are nice They love you even… When you have lice!
If any of you have been tracking with us, you will know we have been “triathletes” for the last couple of years…. together with some of our young leaders from Bhekulwandle. These young men have truly transformed before our eyes and we are thrilled to watch them grow and develop. Last week we had them…
He is almost 6 weeks old. She is just over 2. Their mom abandoned them and their father doesn’t want them. They showed up at Seed of Hope with an extended relative. The baby was screaming! He was so hungry! The 2 year old’s pants were wet with urine. We found some milk and a…
Beating is the common mode of discipline amongst the Zulu population in the township where we work. Children come to expect it. They do something wrong, they prepare themselves for the whip, stick, hand, or whatever implement their disciplinarian chooses to use… It came to our attention that one of the little boys in our…
I hope I don’t gross anyone out with the blood and guts blog…. but this has been on my mind quite a bit lately. Blood. A requirement for sin. This has always seemed very foreign to me and kind of bizarre.
Yup, that is me. Frugal! And I am actually quite proud of the fact. My kids call me “cheap” in the most loving connotation possible! 🙂 So when one has a wedding to attend, many people run to find a new dress to wear… not this chick.
I did not feel like an open, loving person yesterday. It felt pretty horrible, actually, but I am not sure I would have done anything different in hindsight.
I met a young lady this last week. 15 years old and recently lost her vision.
Yup, I made it to 16 without ever being kissed. Well, that is if you don’t count the kiss through the tent window screen when I was 10, or the kiss “dare” my 10th grade year in boarding school where Cory Fortner laid one on me. At least I think he did. I remember the dare. I remember the hype….