He calls me His own. The One Who is over all, the One Who created the universe, wants me. This is crazy, and wonderful, and overwhelming in every good way. Some days it just hits me, this reality of my identity and my place as the daughter of God. Other days I can forget the wonder and glory of it all, and I pray that those days may become fewer and farther in between. To be His daughter means to have His name.

Finding pretty stuff for the shop. Helping the new family member feel at home. Trying to get around here. Stick a fork in me. a Mender of Broken Hearts.

Maybe I do and I forgot? I hope not, that would be quite shameful. I am a Chinese,and i have been do foreign trade business several years ago. I have a beautiful dream,.

Scatterlight Donkeys and Foxballs Ice Cream. Stories and Photos from the Greek island of Lesvos, from Julie Smit and Jan van Lent.

S c a t t e r lights. She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.