Hymns, Hope, and Honesty

“Be still my soul, the Lord is on your side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to your God to order and provide, In every change, He will remain.

Be still my soul, your God will undertake. To guide the future, as in ages past. Your hope, your mind, your will, let nothing shake. All now mysterious, shall be bright.

Be still my soul, the hour is hastening on, When we shall be, forever with the Lord. When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone. Sorrows forgot, love’s joy restored.”

Hymns have become very important to me over the last two years. In Denver, I would start my mornings at work with my feet on the desk, the lights off, a cup of coffee, and hymns blasting from the speakers. I was normally the first one who worked on the 3rd floor to get to work, and oh how those mornings refreshed my soul. Singing and relaxing and praising at the same time. I think I would’ve gone crazy some days without hymns. If it had been a rough morning I would spend my lunch break in my office listening to hymns and trying to piece my heart back together. Seeing so much brokenness on a daily basis can start to break you if you let it, and sometimes even when you try to keep the darkness away it will find you. I laughed with clients and I cried with them. Sometimes they would let me into the deepest and most painful parts of their hearts, and though I would try to give some of my own to repair the damage I knew I wasn’t truly fixing anything. Simply living alongside someone and listening to their story, while having them hand you their worn and hurting heart-not to fix or replace, just to validate with love and respect-is not such a simple act after all. I had my heart and soul validated with love and respect in return and I will forever be changed because of it. I also had my heart broken and discouraged, and at both extremes I turned to hymns. I did not grow up at a church that sang a lot of hymns (at least not in the services I attended) so many were new to me. I found ways to express things I was feeling and experiencing by singing words written a long time ago. The world changes, quicker with each year that passes I think, but the Lord is constant.

“Thou changes not, thy compassions they fail not.”

When I’ve been feeling frustrated, irritable, or just…over it, I do my best to turn quickly to hymns and prayer. It centers me and makes me feel whole. I can sit in a room infested with bugs and mice and take a deep breath. It doesn’t make me love the bugs and mice, but it allows me to keep moving forward when I feel that I am utterly stagnant.

The above was written months ago……….The below was written today.

Lately I have not been doing such a good job of turning to the Lord and hymns when I’ve felt broken. I am full of fear and doubt. I try not to think about it and I definitely don’t admit it to other people, but here I am. I’m not exactly sure what all I’m afraid of, but I know I’m scared. I recently moved houses so I don’t feel scared at home anymore, but I have this persistent feeling that something bad is going to happen to me. Do other people get those feelings? I’ve felt like I couldn’t say this out loud to my family or friends at home because I don’t want anyone to worry about me, but it is honestly how I feel and it’s awful. I’ve said on many occasions that I have lived a full and blessed life so if something were to happen to me, it would be okay. But I don’t want something bad to happen to me. I don’t even want to think about it… but I do.

It has been a trying season. I have had a wide variety of health problems since being here, most of which no one knows about, and it’s hard not to get discouraged about things when your body is fighting you. I don’t feel at home in my own body, let alone this country. I am extremely vulnerable at this point in life, and I’m ready to not feel this way. Sometimes I tell myself to “snap out of it” and get back to “normal”, but I don’t think it’s going to be that easy. I know I need to give myself fully to the Lord. I know that. It’s just harder than I imagined.

“Here I raise my Ebenezer, hither by Thy help I come. And I hope by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God. He, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood. Ode to grace, how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be. Let Thy goodness like a fetter bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it. Seal if for Thy courts above.”

This morning my dad texted me, “That illusive place where faith, hope, and trust overcomes stress, doubt, and fear is hard to find and even harder to live in.” He was referring to my remarkable lack of sleep over the last year and turning my brain off at night, but it hit more parts of my soul than he realized. I am living in that place of stress, doubt, and fear. I don’t show it very often, even to myself, but I’m there and I’m hurting.

“Counselor, comforter, keeper, Spirit we long to embrace. You offer hope when our hearts have hopelessly lost our way, oh we’ve hopelessly lost our way. You are the one that we praise, you are the one we adore. You give us healing and grace our hearts always hunger for.”

So there it is. A post I started awhile ago about hymns has turned into external-processing word-vomit. I will listen to hymns for the rest of the afternoon and try to piece together a recovery plan. I cannot live like this anymore, it is so draining-especially when I can’t sleep. Prayers are greatly needed and appreciated, and I thank you in advance for your love and support.

“Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth. Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide. Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow. Blessings are mine with ten thousand beside. Great is Thy faithfulness. Great is Thy faithfulness. Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I hath needed, Thy hand hath provided. Great is Thy faithfulness Lord unto Thee.”

Here are some links to a few of my favorite versions of some hymns I love: How Great Thou Art https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HJYZj8PqEY&list=RDT3wSbLa2uGg&index=2 Come Thou Fount https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_HGdRnQ3ro I Need Thee Every Hour https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3wSbLa2uGg Be Still My Soul https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f79VVBt6W4A Great Is Thy Faithfulness https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3iwZ3Ym2BE&index=7&list=RDT3wSbLa2uGg

My Job

I realized that I haven’t actually posted a description of what I am doing for work, so here we go.


Many of the cases NUPL represents are highly politicized and sensitive, thus lots of rallies and protests outside courthouses against our opposition

No amount of research could have prepared me for this job, or life here for that matter. This country is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced on a long-term basis before. I have obviously been to third-world countries and lived all over, but this is different. Excuse me for the first/third-world terminology, but it can illustrate what I’m talking about fairly well. There are aspects of first-world progress and wealth and consumerism, but there are also millions of people that don’t ever even see that world, let alone live in it. Walking through a mall you can feel like you’re in any western country, but then you walk outside and see a slum community across the street. These two worlds are pushed so close together, and at times overlap, but it is such a huge disparity that can leave you wondering where exactly you are.


NUPL Atty. Edre Olalia being interviewed after a hearing in the case against former General Palparan

For work, I am an intern at the National Union for People’s Lawyers. To borrow from one of my law school admission essays, The NUPL is a group of lawyers, judges, paralegals, and law students directly engaged in working to support various groups of marginalized people in the Philippines through providing legal services, advocacy, campaigns, education and research. Farmers, women, indigenous peoples, fisherfolk, trade unions, urban poor, and children are some of the groups affected by the cases that NUPL lawyers choose to take on with active defense when a sector or large group is having their rights violated. Lawyers and judges in the Philippines are far from immune when it comes to having their rights violated and they are frequently under attack, including being murdered. I am doing research on this subject and have created the most comprehensive and accurate database on attacks on lawyers and judges in all of the Philippines. There is a remarkable level of impunity in this country that continues to shock me, but it has also enhanced my desire to attain a legal education and degree in order to better understand and assist in situations like this one.

The OCD part of my brain loves organizing case files

The OCD part of my brain loves organizing case files


Some of my lovely coworkers

I have been given more responsibility than I expected upon accepting this internship position, and I am very grateful for the experiences afforded me. An average week contains tasks like: doing hours of research; attending meetings and forums with lawyers and activists; preparing documents for trials; reading and organizing case files; creating summaries of documents; attending case conferences; preparing presentations for lawyers and congressmen to give; and attending trials. I have already been asked to write an article regarding the research I’m doing for a book that will be published next year. I have attended many different levels of the Philippine judicial system, including the Supreme Court, for a wide variety of cases NUPL has taken. I spent three weeks in Congress meeting with representatives and discussing upcoming legislation that would protect individuals and agencies working to protect the rights of others. I planned a forum with a Congressman to engage other representatives in a conversation regarding the Human Rights Defenders Bill that NUPL lawyers worked on, and are pushing to get passed soon.

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Some days are pretty slow and some days are insane. There really isn’t a typical day I could paint for you, but I am typically happy. It can be hard being this far from family and friends, but I think the holiday season was the hardest and now it has passed. I don’t like missing birthdays, weddings, graduations, and special moments, but that’s just how it goes sometimes. A huge amount of Filipino folks work in other countries to try to make more money for their families and themselves. Overseas Filipino Workers is the term, and they are all over this world- also away from their families, so I know I can do this for a year. I think I could do almost anything and live anywhere for a year. In the grand scheme of things, it’s really not very long.


Anyway, that’s a bit about what I’m doing for work over here. It keeps me busy, interested, and continuously learning. I have grown quite a bit since being here, especially building upon foundations from last year in Denver. I live a simple and mainly sustainable lifestyle, and I love it. I’m still obviously a work in progress, but I am working on it.


Mouse Rat

For those of you that instantly thought of Andy Dwyer’s band that continuously changed names but always came back to Mouse Rat, I applaud you. For everyone else, you need to watch Parks and Recreation. No discussion, just watch it. Start at the beginning and watch every season-preferably in a binge-like manner.

This post is not about Parks and Rec, sadly, it is about my housemates. Ants, cockroaches, mice, rats, and bugs I do not know the names of. They aren’t the best housemates and they seriously do not respect my personal space or belongings. That’s why I kill them on a daily basis. Do I feel bad about it? Not even a little bit. I was always the kid in school who, while everyone else was squealing and/or on top of their desks, would trap the larger spiders/insects in a paper clip box and take them outside. If there wasn’t a need to kill them I wouldn’t. But now…there is a need. A fiery, desperate, angry need to kill them. I might be exaggerating, but who can really say for sure if I am? No one. Friends here have said that only super expensive residences are immune from critters, but from what I’ve been told the ones in my house are worse and more tenacious than the average Filipino pest.

For example, I’ll be sitting on my bed (“mattress” on the floor*) reading and I’ll see movement out of the corner of my eye and I’ll turn to see a mouse climbing my backpack- literally less than a foot away from me- trying to get inside. Like…I’m right here. I can see you. So I say, “no!” in my stern mom voice and it runs away in shame. I mean, can’t you wait until the lights are out? Or until I’m asleep? If we’re going to share space they could at least be courteous enough to run around when I’m not home or awake. I’m also pretty sure that they cuddle with me while I sleep. I mean, I would if I was a pretentious and rude mouse. Stupid mice.

I guess by now you can get a sense for how I feel about these little guys. Some days I just shrug my shoulders and go buy more sticky pads to catch them (yes, I catch mice alllllllll the time-they die eventually-yet more keep appearing) and other days I want to personally sit down each one and scold them for invading my space. As I typed that last sentence, a rather large black insect flew into my coffee cup and is now floating in my coffee. Awesome. I could use the protein. I know I said in the ‘Toilet Seats’ post that I was grateful for my house and everything that came along with it, but I was DEFINITELY not referring to the pests. I am not grateful for them. I don’t like them. They can leave.

This weekend when I went to the grocery store (in part to buy sticky pads) a giant- biggest one I’ve ever seen- rat ran past my foot and under the small refrigerated section. Some of the employees got flashlights and a stick to try to catch it, but it didn’t seem like a big deal. Even grocery stores aren’t immune… no one is safe.

Last night I was cooking dinner, minding my own business, then I saw a mouse scurry under the stairs when I was getting something out of the fridge. No big deal really, just another mouse. As it ran by me, I said something mean to it like it was someone who had personally wronged me (if I can’t get rid of them, I might as well insult them), then my eyes followed it under the stairs. Next to where it ran, sitting in the shadows, was a spider bigger than my palm. I stopped breathing for a moment and froze. Like I said previously, I always took spiders outside and they didn’t really bother me. This was different. I’m pretty sure it could have eaten that mouse if it wanted to. So I’m standing there, frozen in spider fear, I start cursing under my breath and realize I should take a picture to document the stupid size of said spider. As I reached for my phone it scurried around the corner and I cursed not so under my breath. The way it moved made me want to vomit. I texted Emily immediately and said that I felt like I was going to throw up and pass out simultaneously, while also wanting to move houses. I then went into hyper alert whenever I sensed movement around me. It was normally my own shadow that was freaking me out as I tried to keep my mind from going straight to the-spider-probably-watches-me-while-I-sleep-and-lays-eggs-in-my-ears mode.

All that to say, it is what it is I guess. I live in the Philippines and so do all these critters. Ideally, I don’t want to live with them, but I do. We can try to coexist as long as they’re okay with me still trying to kill them and get them out of the house. That’s coexisting, right?

*Mattress is in quotes because in my humble and sore opinion, it is filled with springs, potatoes, and crow bars. There are only a few spots you can lay without something sticking into your body. While I am grateful not to be sleeping directly on the floor, it is by far the most uncomfortable “mattress” I’ve ever slept on.

Toilet Seats

When I told my parents about the strange lack of toilet seats in this country, they both (at separate times) looked horrified. “Why wouldn’t they have toilet seats? They aren’t very expensive.” was the rational response I receive. Who knows, I said, but there just aren’t seats in most places. Nice restaurants and hotels will almost certainly have them, but in homes and average places you will only see the bowl, and not normally a clean looking one. This may sound like a strange thing to write a blog about, but bear with me a moment. A few weeks ago, I had a conversation with a fellow American friend that went like this:

Friend: “They’ve got a really nice bathroom here, they have a toilet seat AND a sink!” Me: “Wow! That’s awesome!”

It didn’t phase me at the time but I later realize that to someone where I come from, it would probably sound like a strange thing to get excited about. But friends, toilet seats and restrooms with a sink (and at fancy places even soap!) are something to be grateful for. If I had never moved here I wouldn’t think that way but I am so glad for the perspective shift.

There have been multiple things that have changed my perspective and I honestly hope it never goes away. I want to always be grateful for running water in my home. In the rural communities we always had to go fetch water from somewhere in order to shower, cook, do laundry, clean dishes, etc. Sometimes it was down at a local stream, and other times it was from a well out in the middle of a field, but it was never readily available at the home. It was the same with CRs (Comfort Room=Bathroom). Sometimes they had them and sometimes they didn’t so we would go to a neighbors house. Even when they had a CR at their house it was generally a small cement room in which to take a bucket bath, and connected to that would be a small cement room with a hole in the ground and often a ‘toilet bowl’ that you would flush by pouring water down.

Now flash forward to moving into my apartment in Manila and the first thing I checked was the bathroom. Boom! Toilet (not hooked up to anything and seat-less), sink (I brought my own soap), AND a shower head (obviously it would be a cold water shower, but when it’s so hot everyday a cold shower is all you want). Hallelujah I was in heaven! It was the bathroom that my Filipino dreams were made of. I am still grateful for my apartment and everything that goes along with it, except the mice and bugs but that is a story for another day, and I hope I always am. I know once I get back to the US I will be overwhelmed by a lot of things, especially the things that make our lives more comfortable, but I sincerely hope and pray that I will always be thankful for toilet seats. And water. And soap. And all of the things I took for granted before.

Following in My Footsteps

Sometimes bonds take awhile to form between people. Sometimes they don’t. I feel that children are generally quicker to be vulnerable with new people because their souls are usually a lot more innocent and trusting than their older counterparts. The kids we’ve met the last few weeks have normally been hesitant to talk to us or play with us at first-a big part of that being that we look so different than they do-but they warm up after a little bit and treat us like their own.

One morning spent on Kinatarkan I had coffee waiting for me when I rolled out of my hammock to greet the day. It was glorious. I then went to clean up and make an even bigger cup of coffee to take to the beach. I spoke with one of the older men who lives on the island to help coordinate typhoon relief efforts and enjoyed the ocean breeze on my face.

I stood their in my malong thinking about how glorious of a place I woke up in. I took a big sip of my instant coffee and thanked The Lord for that island and everyone on it, and giving me the opportunity to share life with them for awhile. Once my coffee was gone I put my mug away and took a stroll on the beach. Within 10 seconds I was joined by some of the kids I had spent the most time with. They walked with me for awhile then hung back a bit so I kept going, thinking they were just being shy or silly. After awhile I turned around because I heard a giggle, and I saw that they were in a single file line walking in my footsteps. Literally walking only in the places I had already stepped. It soon became a game of me taking long strides then little steps then jumping, etc. until we were all a little winded.

We laughed together and walked back to where we had started and on the way back I reflected for a couple of minutes. They liked me. They trusted me. They went wherever I went. Obviously it was just walking on the beach, but through interactions during my time there I know they looked up to me and respected me even though they barely knew me. They could understand 30% of what I said but they looked at me like my words were all that mattered in that moment.

People over here give me all sorts of credit I don’t deserve simply because of how I look. They tell me I’m smart without knowing my merit. They trust me without knowing my heart. They respect me because I’m white. They say how friendly I am before I ever get a chance to be friendly. I could seriously just coast on what people assume about me and have a great time, but I’m not about that. I do my very best to earn the respect of those around me even if I don’t need to. I’m also very conscious of what I say and how I say it, because someone is always listening. Most folks here can understand a good bit of English even if they can’t speak it- though most do both. The same applies to the kids. I could be an awful person and teach them terrible things, yet I’m pretty sure they would still follow in my footsteps. Therefore, I’m treading lightly and carefully these days being sure about the places and the ways I choose to step.

I Don’t Like Children

Something I’ve generally always thought and said, but I now have clarification. I don’t like spoiled or bratty children. I guess that’s generally the ones I’m around so it has skewed my perspective. Granted, I’m not one of those people who could be around kids all the time or wants to have 7 babies and stay at home forever-but I do like kids. It has surprised me how attached I’ve gotten to the children in the places we’ve been the last month.

In Kinatarkan, the first of the small islands we spent a few days on recently, we got off the boat met by 20 beautiful little faces with gaping mouths. We said greetings in the local dialect and were met with a few giggles and more stares. Once we put our bags up I went back to the beach to take in the view, and was once again met by the group of ragamuffins. This time, a few answered when I asked for names and helped tell me who everyone was. The names here have been hard to understand and long for the most part, so I didn’t really take them in at the moment. Thankfully after we finished pleasantries a perfectly timed hermit crab walked across my foot. Of course it startled me so I screamed and naturally they all laughed at me. Once I saw what it was I picked the little guy up and let him walk in my hand, inviting others to do the same. Mateo was the first to take the crab and probably the only other one who could stand it for more than a second. It surprised me that island kiddos didn’t want to play with a little crab since I did it all the time as a child, but it was still a solid ice breaker.


They were still shy during pictures and some conversations, but they liked me. I was in. A term used in the Philippines for older sister type people is ‘Ate’ (ah-te). I was soon Ate Kelsey and they helped each other learn to pronounce my name-it’s hard for folks over here.

The first full day spent there was a rainy one (a small typhoon was passing through) so Emily and I spent a good portion of it in our hammocks under a shelter on the beach. Not a bad set up if I say so myself. It was peaceful and relaxing for awhile, then the kids showed up. Normally I would whine and moan (internally) about children ruining my safe space, but the 3 hours that followed were so fun and life-giving that I left grateful for their presence.


The next day held a similar chunk of time full of giggles, games, and grace. Play time started when I heard running feet and ‘Ate Kelsey! Ate Kelsey!’ coming at me as I snuggled in my hammock cocoon. Initially my mind went straight to ‘ughhhh I’m so cozy…I don’t want to play yet…’ But when I emerged from my shelter I was greeted with the biggest smiles and kids with freshly picked flowers in their hands. Some handed them to me with pride, and some threw them at me and ran away embarrassed, but they were so beautiful-the kids and the flowers. I sat back down and started arranging my new bouquet and soon enough there were more and more flowers brought to me by the sweetest of humans.

Other islands we visited held similar situations and a gaggle of rugrats. The last baranguay (similar to a suburb) we stayed in held my favorite children of all. On the first day we put our things away and were invited to go play volleyball while we waited for dinner. Obviously I was in. My German travel companion and I were both experienced in volleyball and at least a foot taller than everyone on the other team. It definitely wasn’t a fair match up, but we went easy and just had fun. The other YAVs joined us and the games got intense (and hilarious). I noticed some adorable kids playing off to the side so I had someone take my place so I could go make friends. Reflecting about this after the fact, I realized that at any other time in my life I would’ve been the one to play volleyball until dinner was ready to avoid interacting with children. Even if I didn’t want to play volleyball, I would have done anything to keep the little ones away. That is not the case anymore and I’m still adjusting to it.


The kids I ended up meeting and playing with now occupy a special corner of my heart. Two in particular. Angela and I stayed in their home the first night (we moved every day) so we got some extra time to bond. Less than 24 hours after meeting them, their mother told me they both cried when I left for another house the next day. They kept asking where Ate Kelsey was and when they would see me again. Charity (their mother) became my friend. We talked a lot and she let me into her life, including her parents house, meeting her extended family, serious talks in broken English, and bringing the kids to see me before I left the island. The little one, Diboi, played and hugged me and I know he didn’t get that I was leaving for good, but still looked sad I was leaving for the night. Stephanie is 6 and understood what was happening. She gave me a big hug, turned to leave, then came back and hugged my legs so tightly. She looked up at me with her beautiful and teary eyes and said, “I love you Ate.” Of course I said I loved her too, then turned around as she left so she wouldn’t see me cry.

I met those kids just a couple days before, and they made me cry! What is going on? I’m not that person. I don’t like kids. I don’t cry.

But I love these kids. I feel like I’ve grown as a person somehow that I can’t quite figure out yet, but I know those dirty little angels changed me. Coming back into the city and seeing crazy kids running around in a restaurant I was quickly back into the not-liking-kids thing so I guess it depends on the situation, but I’ve deeply enjoyed getting to spend time with all the mini humans the last month.

Forever Changed

It has been quite a wild ride since landing in the Philippines 10 days ago. It feels like I’ve been here a month or two already because we’ve had so much packed into our time thus far. I won’t go over everything right now, but I know there will be more reflections and thoughts coming about these experiences because I already feel like my life has been changed-it’s just a lot to take in right now.

After the first week of being here, I told a fellow YAV Emily that if I went home right now, this would have already been worth it. I would already be different and look at the world in new ways. Obviously, coming home from trips and intense experiences can feel like that for awhile before slipping back into normal routines and ways of thinking, but I know in my heart that this will be different. I am extremely thankful that I will be here for a year so all of these feelings and experiences will be intensified and more personal before I leave. Since I haven’t settled in to where I’ll be living (which is still up in the air I’m told) I don’t have routines yet, but I already feel like I LIVE in the Philippines and I seriously love it. These past 10 days have been far from easy or a ‘honeymoon phase’ so I know it’s not that kind of feeling. I just seriously love it here already and I am so blessed to be living the life I’m living.

I didn’t know what to expect coming in to our orientation period, but I am grateful for it in many ways. We flew into Manila and stayed there one night before flying down to Davao City the next morning. We stayed in Davao for 3 days to adjust to jet-lag, learn about the Philippines through seminars and discussions, get closer to each other, and prepare for our immersions. From Davao we went into the Compostela Valley and subsequently into the mountains of that region (on crazy motorcycles that I loved-sorry Mom) for 3 days to stay in an indigenous community. We then came out of the mountains and went to Tagum City for one day to get some supplies, rest, shower (kind of), and go to a karaoke bar. From Tagum we went back to the Compostela region into a banana plantation community to stay with workers for a few days and tour some packing plants and discuss what life looks like for the folks living and working there. That brings us to now-back in Davao at what feels like home base for us at the moment. Every time we talked about Davao we all got sentimental and wished we were back at a place with beds, toilets, clean clothes and wifi. I know that I will forever be grateful for those things, and many others, from now on.

Since I can’t break down all of the impactful experiences right now, I will describe one of them to you to hopefully paint a small picture of what my life looks like right now.

In the indigenous community there is a school where children from the region live because it’s too far to travel home often/at all. There are very few schools in IP (indigenous people) communities, and this is one of the good ones. The teachers are volunteers with great educations who want to spread the joy of knowledge to kiddos who wouldn’t normally be receiving it. When we got to the end of our motorcycle ride and saw where we would be, we stood there speechless. It was the most beautiful place full of the most beautiful people. It was one of the most welcoming environments I’ve ever been in. One evening at supper we ate in the common house (20‘x10’ room) that includes the kitchen. There were about 40 of us in the room eating and socializing by candlelight-there is no electricity or running water. Some people were singing, some were playing games, some enjoying their food in silence, some giggling about our attempts at speaking their language, and then there was me. I sat in the midst of all of the various noises trying to take them all in and remember that moment. There were two little kids counting my toes out loud over and over to practice their numbers, and about every other time they would stop at my toe rings and play with them. They would stare at me with amazement when I spoke and get the biggest smiles when I would play with their hair or count with them.

As they continued to touch my toes I went back to sitting and taking it all in. I kept saying “Remember this moment. Remember these feelings.” in my head as I sat there. My heart was full to the brim with love and gratitude. I cannot express how privileged I feel to have been there with those people and to have lived along side them for a brief moment in time. They are living in such a different world than I am used to, but I have to tell you friends that it is a glorious world. It doesn’t have the same comforts we’re used to, but the community and love present in that place is unlike anywhere else I’ve ever been. I will take the mental images and videos of that place with me where ever I go from here on out. My heart is still full of gratitude each and every day-even the days with motion sickness, exhaustion, and a dirty body-because I am forever changed.