one year ago. . .

we were in choluteca, honduras.



we held babies.



we visited casa hogar vida.



we colored.



we helped a mother move her children to a safe home.



we smiled. (and we cried.)



we fed children.



we played frisbee.



we met families that we will never forget.




we made forever friends.



we missed our families.


this time last year, we were forever changed.


You feel the grieving of the broken, And You hold them in Your hands
And You listen to their prayers. . .
You hear the crying of the orphan, And You hold them in Your hands
And You listen to their prayers. . .

Wake up, God, move yourself, wicked men crush Your children
We pray...we wait, how long until you say "Never Again"

[never again by enter the worship circle: fourth circle]