Ghana
A land covered with dirt, red clay roads, rusted metal and a familiar breeze of smoke, Ghana is overwhelmingly sharp. It sharpens and as you breath in the smells of rice and curry, it sharpens your taste buds...as you drink the sweet tang of real pineapple juice, it sharpens your spirit as you enter into a community of strangers, you come out a friend. My first weekend in this, my first truely foreign country has been epitomized by different moments--some good and so many insignificant after tonight. They pale in comparison to truly doing what I'm meant to do when I'm here, make an impact--tell their story. The story of the Beautiful Gate Center, surrounded by a dustry front yeard filled with a parade of smiling face, and sweaty squinty eyes...smiling and laughing, laughing sweating, smiling. Through all this laughter you wouldn't know they were starving sometimes, you wouldn't even realize some of them aren't seen for long periods of time, swallowed up by the dark Ghanian streets."
To see more pictures and here a bit about the work my first half of my trip focused on VBS and the second as a Medical missions through Fulness Ministries Interntional.
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