After God’s Own Heart
It’s 10pm on Friday night here in Madagascar. As I type this, voices of our kids and their Malagasy friends fill our home as they speak a conglomeration of Malagasy, French and English. There’s 9 teenagers and 4 younger siblings having a sleepover at our place… a normal occurrence when we’re back on the Red Island. As we sit fully emerged in this world, it’s a hard to believe that just a week ago, we said farewell...
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