Sunday was a day of rest for us, exploring and immersing ourselves into the culture. It’s Monday here now and we’re off to film an incredible story of a nine year old boy that I can’t wait to share with you soon.
Until then, just a quickie video with me and an unfortunate khaki hat.
Much love,
Tim & Anne
Hello from Manila! We are starting our fifth day in the Philippines and our third day of work. Tim is working on getting our second video update for you, so in the mean time, I thought I’d share a few pictures I posted up on my Instagram. Apologies for the quick post…I’m using my phone to write it!
An amazing smile from Malabon.
Chinatown as seen from Fort Santiago.
Two sweet girls from Malabon.
Our friend Tracey snuck this photo of Tim and me making a quick video yesterday.
More soon. So many amazing and hard and lovely and confusing stories to share. Thank you for your love and prayers!
Tim & Anne
Hello from Manila! We are starting our fifth day in the Philippines and our third day of work. Tim is working on getting our second video update for you, so in the mean time, I thought I’d share a few pictures I posted up on my Instagram. Apologies for the quick post…I’m using my phone to write it!
An amazing smile from Malabon.
Chinatown as seen from Fort Santiago.
Two sweet girls from Malabon.
Our friend Tracey snuck this photo of Tim and me making a quick video yesterday.
More soon. So many amazing and hard and lovely and confusing stories to share. Thank you for your love and prayers!
Tim & Anne
Malabon is one of the roughest areas in the Manila area – police don’t even go in. It’s where murders go to be safe…and ironically, to protect those doing good things too.
This is a video we shot for our church and we hope you enjoy it as well!
Malabon is one of the roughest areas in the Manila area – police don’t even go in. It’s where murders go to be safe…and ironically, to protect those doing good things too.
This is a video we shot for our church and we hope you enjoy it as well!
Smoke, ash, fuel. rain;
Red & yellow lines of light;
Fingers grasping water-air;
Lost & found; found & healed.
God’s circles are not round.
Manila, Philippines
Smoke, ash, fuel. rain;
Red & yellow lines of light;
Fingers grasping water-air;
Lost & found; found & healed.
God’s circles are not round.
Manila, Philippines
As you read this, Tim and I are off to the Philippines. We’ll arrive around 10pm on Thursday, Philippines time, which is around 9am Thursday morning, CST.
We’d like to thank you for your support with this little video and ask for your prayers as we get adjusted. We’ll update as soon as we can!
Much love,
Anne
There is at least one spot in each of our hearts that lights up as fast as gasoline whenever that one thing happens. For you, it may be when your spouse has that look on his or her face and as soon as you see it, the torch flares inside you. It could be seeing someone else’s highlight reel in this virtual world where we peer through each others’ windows and expose ourselves without shame – either the Photoshopped good or the sensationalized bad. But the comparison we make as Peeping Toms yells at us and reminds us that our life is not nearly as special or bright or dark or good or meaningful as the person we spy on. Or maybe it’s that friend who you thought was a friend until they disappeared and when you shout out to them in the forest, “Where are you?” and you swim across the lake and hopefully sing, “Marco!” and there is no reply of “Polo” and there is no reply at all and your heart ignites in fear and anger and insecurity.
I have many of these spots and as I wake up I lay in bed for several minutes and pray desperately to dance over them with love and softness instead of give in to the torpedo of fury. Like a lighter these spots spark throughout the day and eventually something provides it enough fuel to explode and sometimes I cannot control it.
There is a thing I do that is probably much like a junior high boy. I exist on one plane of real life where there are people and bodies and air and gravity. In my head I click the imaginary + sign and add a layer only I can see and in this layer I throw a bomb at the car that just cut me off or I imagine cartoon arrows shooting at that one man whose existence frustrates me to no end because he hurt someone I love. I look and loathe and try to find some kind of cloak of invisibility so that these things I imagine will never be known or seen though I know the only one who matters both knows and sees these.
My soul grieves the way my heart throws its fire around so easily and with such entitlement. Forgive me, forgive me, I say over and over again. And I know I am forgiven and I know with time and surrender maybe these fires will become smaller and burn so slowly until the embers turn to ash and disappear forever.