Ghana: Day Six – A Mama in Cape Coast
My sweet friend traveling with us had been waiting to meet the two little boys that would soon become her sons for six days. Various court document snafu’s prevented their travel to us as was planned and by Thursday, a mere two days before we were due to head...Ghana: Fill My Hunger, Quench My Thirst
Because isn’t this just what really matters anyway? Car in hand, perhaps his first real possession, something to finally call his own. He peers out at what is known as “The Slave Castle” in Cape Coast, Ghana, a place in which slaves were held in the...Ghana: Day Three – On Ghanaian Health Care
Waiting to enroll in the health care plan… The roosters crowed. It was time to wake-up. As Norman Rockwellian as this sounds, it’s true – one does literally hear crowing roosters when the sun rises in Ghana. I felt like I needed to put on my...Ghana: Ashes to Beauty
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the...
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