For almost 2 ½ months I have been living in the Philippines. Every day I fall more and more in love with the people here. I get those warm fuzzies. But when you fall in love, your heart becomes more susceptible to break. When someone you love is in need of something, and there is nothing you can do about it…that is heart breaking. I could be talking about the children who need parents. I could be referring to that old man on the bridge whose limbs are missing and needs a home. Or maybe the girls that I adore, who come to Bible study for the Word and a meal, and go back to...

For almost 2 ½ months I have been living in the Philippines. Every day I fall more and more in love with the people here. I get those warm fuzzies. But when you fall in love, your heart becomes more susceptible to break. When someone you love is in need of something, and there is nothing you can do about it…that is heart breaking. I could be talking about the children who need parents. I could be referring to that old man on the bridge whose limbs are missing and needs a home. Or maybe the girls that I adore, who come to Bible study for the Word and a meal, and go back to...

Its been to long since I have blogged. I am sorry.  Earlier this week I had a cute little blog planned out about my whole month of October and how crazy and exciting and lovable it has been. But then tonight happened and this is a story that needs to be told. Or maybe I just need to tell it. Maybe its a grieving process for me. Thanks for listening either way. In a brief summary of recent activities, the Filipino workers left for a two day retreat. Leaving my team and a few World Race teams in charge of an orphanage of 30ish children. Oh and they don’t have school. These 30...

Its been to long since I have blogged. I am sorry.  Earlier this week I had a cute little blog planned out about my whole month of October and how crazy and exciting and lovable it has been. But then tonight happened and this is a story that needs to be told. Or maybe I just need to tell it. Maybe its a grieving process for me. Thanks for listening either way. In a brief summary of recent activities, the Filipino workers left for a two day retreat. Leaving my team and a few World Race teams in charge of an orphanage of 30ish children. Oh and they don’t have school. These 30...

Finding joy in immense poverty found here in the Philippines can be tough sometimes. The other day I was introduced to a twelve year old girl named Crystelle. a local pastor’s wife had met Crystelle a couple of days earlier at a feeding, noticed she looked malnourished, and followed her home to meet her family. Two days later, Andy (one of the guys on my team) and I were invited to take some groceries to the family and meet them. We parked the car outside of a gated community and walked through a hole in the fence into a squatter’s village. The further we walked back into this...

     SO…reading the title to this blog may leave you wondering why I’m writing about guitars, girls and jacks…just trust me. Over the past month in the Philippines, I’ve had the opportunity to come into a home for more than 30 orphaned and abused girls and play guitar, fellowship, and worship with them. Not many male figures have came here because of some of the trust issues that the girls have with men, so I was extremely nervous the first time I came into the home along with the girls on my Passport team. All I had with me was my guitar, my worship...