An indeterminable amount of years ago, on August 7th, a baby girl was born in Danli, Honduras, to American missionaries. She learned the culture and language of an entirely different people group than those in the North. But she moved to America, attended college, met me, and stayed around to be with me. She hasContinue reading “The Birthday Girl”
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