Every other Wednesday, we visit the local landfill called Mbeubeuss. Here, thousands of people scavenge through trash daily looking for things to repurpose or sell. We have many good friends who work there every day, and others even who live inside of the dump. They have taken tin, wood, old signs, and rugs to construct...
A good friend of mine recently shared with me that self-knowledge is self-gift. Hearing this quickly summarized what has been surely the most difficult, yet probably the most rewarding part about being here so far. They come in the form of two French and two Slavs. ...
A few weeks ago, I had just finished buying vegetables from a friend of mine at the market. I think I had shared with him some joke I had heard the day before. As I turned to leave, there was a small boy in my path. He had ashy skin and was wearing an oversized...
Two months ago, I arrived at the airport here in Dakar, Senegal. I had previously heard stories of other missionaries being welcomed with big signs or parties and I had honestly hoped that such would not be the case. Thanks be to God, I was met by a tall French guy and a Ukrainian girl...