15-Feb-2005

Anyone who knows me well has probably been subjected to an assortment
of stories about the time I spent in Tanzania–more specifically, the
time I spent at the orphanage in Tanzania.  There is always an
ache in the pit of my stomach that comes from loving and missing the
children there.  It varies in intensity, and my soul is wearied
sometimes with the weight of the awareness of all of those motherless babies.

I would like to share a couple of things: first, an essay which I wrote shorty after returning
( http://www.geocities.com/beejuce/sonu ), and second, a link so you can see/read for yourself about Sonu–through the eyes and words of people who are still there ( http://www.lightinafrica.com/index.htm )