Monday, August 23, 2021

p.s.

And yes, I know how utterly ridiculous it is that I'm fluttering around trying to choose the colour of my cupboard handles while people are clinging to the outside of airplanes trying to escape Afghanistan. I have been blessed with a stable environment and a calm life, and I don't take it for granted. This church was built to shelter and nourish, and if I could cram every last woman and girl in Afghanistan into it and care for them, I would.

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