On my third morning in Tanzania, I arose from my jet lag stupor to the crowing of a rooster. Shortly after, a chorus of birds began their morning serenade. After a hardy breakfast and in some small way I hope to plant a seed of God’s love.
On my third morning in Tanzania, I arose from my jet lag stupor to the crowing of a rooster. Shortly after, a chorus of birds began their morning serenade. After a hardy breakfast and in some small way I hope to plant a seed of God’s love.