I'm proud of these photos.

"Older sister, can you take me to Salong?" my friend asked. So we jumped on my bike, rode an hour and a half to Salong, then back with a new glass eye! Not very many other people run across an island to pick up an eye ball for a friend.

The drive there was beautiful, banana trees, palm trees, and rice fields all bright green.
My "niece" was about 18 months old when I moved here and she'll be 3 on Thanks Giving.
I'm thankful for the life God has entrusted to me!

My neighbours all had a ceremony for this baby to cut her hair and pray for her. Now she's as bald as can be.

I love this smile!
She's the same kid in a photo from a few months ago with a spit wad stuck on her head to get rid of her hick-ups.

This is an Iraqi friend too. She's 4. We practiced counting last night, "1, 2, 3 4, W."

I turned my bike of the main road and drove up a steep incline. The view was worth it.