Journaling is not optional (at least for me)

Today I finished filling the pages of this particular journal.  As I look back and recount where I've been I realize the necessity of journaling. 

Page 1 --  South Africa - May 4, 2011 (visiting a township school)
Even writing these words seem unbelievable.  Today was our first full day here. 

From a distance the children here appear to be like the children I see at home, dressed in their school uniforms scurrying between classes.  But as I come closer, as I step toward them and only slightly deeper into their world I begin to see the evidence of their hard lives.  A scarred face, a deformed hand, the blind eye that wanders.  Some of their eyes are dulled by what they have seen.  The hearts ache because of what they have endured.