My friend needed to go to this village about 2 hours from where we live. She didn't want to go by herself so I went along as the driver. Parts of the road were pretty bad and the mud was so bad in some parts that she had to git off and walk as I attempted to drive through (only getting the bike stuck twice). As we wound up through the hills and dodged the deepest of the pot wholes, we could look down below at green hills surrounding blue coves, miles of untouched beaches. That and the opportunity for my friend to tell some of the people the story of God providing a way for us to be forgiven, made the mud and sore "bums" completely worth it.

This is what heads of the rice grain look like.

Several people asked me about what rice looks like when it is grown. This is the sun coming up on a rice field just a day or two before it was harvested.

These faces make me smile.

Ray (3) and Agis (4), each on one of my hands pulling in opposite direction, "come to my house Tanta Pru." It's really good to be back.







New babies and big girls.

Fill the bucket,






lift it with your friends,




and carry it on your head to the construction sight.

I got to go to the circus for the first time! And there was a rainbow over the tent!

This is in the Singapore airport.