Watching and learning from the people of Bosnia was delightful: sometimes heart wrenching and at others times simply stunning because of the awe or weight that it brought on me. This woman at the old town spring was one that I caught alongside the birds, in a delightful moment, as she finished feeding her winged companions. I wonder now, as I have begun to live in Central Europe, and Bosnia becomes a companion in my region. How can I care for her, how can I humbly feed her? I shall pray, and I shall return when Jesus leads.
What about you?