Looking at the pictures on here produce a feeling in me I can't explain, kind of like the one
i get when I look at houses, imagining all the lives and stories that go on and will go on and how it would be if it was my story.
Just overwhelming cannot categorize breathtaking.

Why must I be torn in so many different directions?
Husband, let us be travelling missionaries to orphans.
No, I don't need a husband. I just need my Lord.

And some more bravery, courage, money etc.