{Cerra Flores, Panama | 2009}
I carry the stories of the people that I meet with me in a very protected place in my heart that never seems to reach maximum capacity. I cherish each one and every ounce of me aches to see them live abundant lives.
"and, my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking, great “AMEN!” from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself"
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