My last blog I tried to express the beauty of Tacloban… and I feel like I will never be able to give this city justice to how beautiful this place is. Yeah, the dark remnants of the storm is still present but the light of God is powering through. I can see the over powering light when a kid hugs me goodbye. I see the light by the hospitality that the individuals at Kids International Ministry provide. I see the light when a man holds out a bowl to be filled by lugaw. But the darkness is still present with the reminders of a home consisting of a foundation, the shortened shoreline, and...

My last blog I tried to express the beauty of Tacloban… and I feel like I will never be able to give this city justice to how beautiful this place is. Yeah, the dark remnants of the storm is still present but the light of God is powering through. I can see the over powering light when a kid hugs me goodbye. I see the light by the hospitality that the individuals at Kids International Ministry provide. I see the light when a man holds out a bowl to be filled by lugaw. But the darkness is still present with the reminders of a home consisting of a foundation, the shortened shoreline, and...

I woke up on Tacloban, in the Lighthouse-a place part of Kids International Ministry- for the first time this morning. Here I have electricity, a bed, a pillow,a fan, and the access to having my kindle charging by my head. And after getting out that, “Where am I?” groggy state of mind after waking up I was finally able to see that massive body of water out the window. These comfort things and sights started to give me thoughts of, “Wow, this is amazing, am I on vacation?” After breakfast part of my team and I walked along the beach across the street from our new...

My team spent the past two days traveling from Manila to Tacloban. We arrived at the bus terminal at 10AM on Tuesday, June 10th. Little did we know, the next thirty or so hours would be spent waiting and traveling. We waited in the bus terminal for about six hours, sat on the bus for an hour and a half, rode the bus for fifteen hours, rode a two-hour ferry and got on the bus again for seven hours. Driving in the Philippines is a free for all. There may be lanes on the road, but they are not always used. People walk throughout traffic. Vehicles get within inches (even closer) of each other...

I woke up on Tacloban, in the Lighthouse-a place part of Kids International Ministry- for the first time this morning. Here I have electricity, a bed, a pillow,a fan, and the access to having my kindle charging by my head. And after getting out that, “Where am I?” groggy state of mind after waking up I was finally able to see that massive body of water out the window. These comfort things and sights started to give me thoughts of, “Wow, this is amazing, am I on vacation?” After breakfast part of my team and I walked along the beach across the street from our new...

My team spent the past two days traveling from Manila to Tacloban. We arrived at the bus terminal at 10AM on Tuesday, June 10th. Little did we know, the next thirty or so hours would be spent waiting and traveling. We waited in the bus terminal for about six hours, sat on the bus for an hour and a half, rode the bus for fifteen hours, rode a two-hour ferry and got on the bus again for seven hours. Driving in the Philippines is a free for all. There may be lanes on the road, but they are not always used. People walk throughout traffic. Vehicles get within inches (even closer) of each other...