"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.

Ok, so if in Acts 3,000 believed in one day... then if we, who know the truth, start boldly telling people on this island, we should have told the 3o,ooo in about ten days.

I drove around a little and took some photos. I wish the photos were as beautiful as the real things. This is a beautiful island. Lost but beautiful.