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we went to the beach

spring break has come and we headed to the beach for a few days…

it was a much needed getaway for our little family :)

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this is how i commute

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a Gentle Hands interview by my cousins

my cousin blayne and his wife tara were here in january and spent time in india and manila.

they got back to Morden, Manitoba, Canada STOKED about the minstries of both Gentle Hands Manila & India.

here’s an interview they did that was aired. so cool!

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a day in the life at Gentle Hands

for the next week i am blogging every day about just about all i can that goes on over at Gentle Hands..

follow us there!

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Gentle Hands of India

we finally have a dedicated Facebook page for GH of India..

check it out, LIKE it, and stay informed! :)

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flavors of india

 

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i recently went on a quick trip over to india from the philippines. 6 days actually. and in those six days i took 7 flights, stayed in 3 hotels, drove by bus, van, taxi, auto (3 wheel trike), train and walked a ton.

the trip was for the main purpose of documenting for an NGO that will be opening a girls home/orphanage sometime this year, outside of chennai, tamil nadu.

then we went to mumbai for 2 days and then to nagercoil fro the last two.

what i didn’t know is that my world would be completely rocked in mumbai.

mumbai 10:30pm – i have no words to describe what i saw. all i know if that i will never be the same. and i will not be silent.

driving through the infamous “cages of mumbai”,  in amongst pimps by the hundreds, lie dozens of streets upon streets of what look like residences. except they are not. we are in amongst the biggest known brothel of the world. women and children, stolen & bought into sex slavery. they say there are over 200,000 people living in this area.

when my eyes wandered thru the crowds as we slowly drove thru this hell on earth, I saw one–one young lady sitting, waiting. and as we drove past her, I saw her eyes meet mine and all there was was dark loneliness screaming for hope, or someone to love them. as we drove past and onto the next street, a couple of young children no older than 5 playing at 11pm at night in the streets, in the middle of this hopeless death.

I am only one. and I am not sure what one like myself can do. but I know I came here for a reason. more than one reason. and I, in my own brokenness and frailty, will now begin to search out where it is I fit in all this…because I know one thing–I cannot be silent after what I saw tonight.”

i have always had a heart for india. and in recent years been more and more aware of the the reality of the sex slavery that goes on in our world in this day and age.

i loved every single moment i spent in mumbai. those two days solidified something in my heart: i could DEFINITELY live here, smog and all.

and so as i am back in my home in manila, philippines, i see those girls in my dreams, i see them daily. and i anticipate the days ahead when i can go back…and do more.

xotracey

ps - here are a few of the snaps i took from the trip :)

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a broken arm

this happened earlier today:

5pm: sitting in the ER waiting for a cast.

Rosie got tripped by accident while running at school.

diagnosis: two fractures on her left arm.

she is a trooper :)
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a day in malabon with charity

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my sil, Charity, who runs gentle hands here in manila asked me to document while in malabon, for one of her masters program assignments. i obliged with delight :) here is what she and GH do every week for this poorest of the poor community here in metro manila. there is hope in love. ♥

a family of their own

the amor children - Catherine, Alex and Cherilyn - have been at Gentle Hands and with the Graffs for over 6 years.

yesterday i had the priviledge to document their special day - meeting their forever family - what a beautiful day that was. giggles, smiles and hugs. so very sweet.

bittersweet, of course - thrilled the kids have a forever family, but hard to see children who have become a part of your family (extended for us, and immediate for the graffs) go.

the beginning of a new chapter for all involved ♥

yes, there is hope in love!

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blogging from MUMBAI

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in amongst pimps by the hundreds, lie dozens of streets upon streets of what look like residences. except they are not. we are in amongst the biggest known brothel of the world. women and children, stolen & bought into sex slavery. they say there are over 200,000 people living in this area.

when my eyes wandered thru the crowds as we slowly drove thru this hell on earth, I saw one—one young lady sitting, waiting. and as we drove past her, I saw her eyes meet mine and all there was was dark loneliness screaming for hope, or someone to love them.

as we drove past and onto the next street, a couple of young children no older than 5 playing at 11pm at night in the streets, in the middle of this hopeless death.

I am only one. and I am not sure what one like myself can do. but I know I came here for a reason. more than one reason.

and I, in my own brokenness and frailty, will now begin to search out where it is I fit in all this…because I know one thing—I cannot be silent after what I saw tonight.