Lately these images had been on my mind, so I dug them up from my New Mexico files.
They were taken when I rode with one of the missionary couples as they dropped off children at their homes on the Indian reservations. The area in which they live is dealing with some extremely tough situations. Suicide is rampant along with abuse and alcoholism. However, these children are being loved on because of the amazing people there and the faithful God we serve. The missionaries live heavy lives… heavier than I can even begin to comprehend. Why do they stay? Why are they passionate?