by Emily P Freeman | May 31, 2011 | Compassion Philippines, family
This isn’t where we visited today. We weren’t allowed to get our cameras out while on the street, so this is a photo I took from the bus of a neighborhood nearby. These homes here are much nicer than the ones we saw today. This is Rose Ann. We saw her home...
by Emily P Freeman | May 30, 2011 | Compassion Philippines
Half-way through standing in line to board the plane in Los Angeles, there was a moment where I realized I was going to have to leave things behind. Not bags or stuff, but things. Precious-to-me things. Things like my sense of normal. My sense of everything is okay...
by Emily P Freeman | May 27, 2011 | Compassion Philippines
Tomorrow, we leave. And I think stupid, unprofound things like I wonder why they call it “the Philippines” instead of just “Philippines”? And I consider that crossing the International Date Line is about as close to time travel as I’ll...
by Emily P Freeman | May 25, 2011 | Compassion Philippines, faith
“The linchpin, the engaged one, the graceful actor in an unfolding play — these people don’t seek to only inspect. They’re not traveling in order to tick a checkbox. Instead, they open themselves to the world they bought a ticket to, knowing...
by Emily P Freeman | May 23, 2011 | friendship, marriage
We weren’t the only ones in the coffee shop, but we may as well have been. We sat close at the small round table, white mugs between us. Only dating for a few months, the sky was still seven shades brighter than ever and love was ridiculous in a good way. He...
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