mongolia.

no, no. we're not going to mongolia. one of my good friends from high school and her husband are, however. in fact, they are there right now on a missions trip.


a few weeks ago, my friend jenny began blogging. she had been reading andrea's blog and recently my blog. i like to think that we inspired her to get on the blogging bandwagon. :) when we were in college the three of us all used ... well, now i've lost the word ... oh, there it is -- xanga. we all used xanga. an online journal {at the time i had no idea that we were blogging}. it allowed us to write about what was going on in our days and keep up with one another, much like our blogs do now.


it is so funny because i rarely get to see jenny {she lives in texas}, but reading her blog makes me feel like i am still a part of her world. it's the same for my other friends. some of our family members or family friends don't understand why we blog. i wish i could help them understand just how incredibly great i think it is. i will admit, i was a little slow to jump on the bandwagon myself, but i couldn't be more happy that i did. i've become a bit of a blog stalker, too.


but i digress ... this post started out about my friend jenny in mongolia. she and her husband are there on a mission trip. they've only been gone a few days, but you should check out their experience at http://justjennyproffitt.blogspot.com. she has already uploaded a couple of great pictures and is doing wonderful at keeping us all updated while she is half-way around the world. here is a sneak peak of what you will find on her page:

The center is very small, low ceilings, peeling wallpaper, pretty dirty... but it is definitely a place of refuge for the kids that live around that area. Just like the last feeding center we visited, the meal they get there is often the only one they get all day. Most of the kids actually work all day at the dump, sorting trash and recycling - it's so sad how dirty they are. They work all day and earn about $1, all of which they give to their parents who most likely drink it away. It's a terrible cycle, and without getting to go to school to get an education, I don't see how they're going to break it. The little ones are so sweet and precious, but you can tell that the older kids are already getting pretty hard. I guess you would have to be to live the way they do day to day. We met one boy who looked like he was about 10 (at most) and later found out that he was 15, and was so small because he was so malnourished. Unbelievably sad. The little kids ran out to the fence when we left and waved and smiled as we drove away - it was heartbreaking. I wanted to take them with me. We went to the actual dump site after that, and it was pretty bad. People live there and live off of the leftovers that get dumped there.

please be sure to remember jenny and tim and their group while they are in mongolia. pray that the lives of everyone they come in contact with will be impacted and that they, too, will be impacted.