My good friend Kristin is heading to Uganda this summer. Many of the kids in the orphanage she'll be staying at don't have beds, so she's raising money to buy them some. She's selling these super cute t-shirts for just $10 each and also stickers for just $2! Head over to the Facebook page and buy one! If you live in the seattle area and you're planning on buying one, let me know and she can ship me yours in my package. Then I'll get yours to you when the package comes. That way, they spend less on shipping and more money goes to the kids.

Just finished my new website today! I might still make a few changes. Not sure yet. But the website builder I made it with doesn't have a limit on the amount of pictures I can upload like the other one did. And it's still free! Take a look and let me know what you think!

El Túnel is a residential area in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic. The DR is often seen as a vacation spot or destination wedding venue. But the truth is, many Dominicans live in extreme poverty. The Dominican Republic has many slums, and El Túnel is just one of those. This boy is one of the children living there. While I was there, I had the opportunity to work with an organization called Healing Waters International. The organization "empowers local ministry partners to bring physical, social and spiritual transformation to poor communities by providing sustainable, safe water solutions." They sell purified water for a fraction of the price it is normally sold for. This creates better health, more job opportunities, and hope for the communities they work with. To learn more about this organization or to donate to their cause, click here.

More faces of El Túnel:

The City of Light. The poorest region of Port-au-Prince. Though the people living in these tiny tents have next to nothing, they have more joy than many people I know in America. They worship Jesus with dancing and smiles. This area is known as one of the poorest and most dangerous areas in the western hemisphere, and it is also one of the biggest slums in the northern hemisphere. Many of the people I met here, however, were some of the kindest, most hospitable people I've ever met. Though they had nothing, they insisted I come into their home and take a seat on their only chair. We tried to communicate with what little I knew of Creole, and what little they knew of English. Their gestures spoke louder than their words ever did. The children I played with needed love more than anything. We played all day long in the crazy Haitian heat, twirling and clapping as long as we could. Here are some of the people that will be in my heart forever.