A Voice in the Deep

On a perfect August afternoon at Durrance Lake, I spotted strangers in troubleโ€”thirty meters out, one already lost beneath the surface. In muddy water, a voice urged me: Go deeper. What followed was a desperate, minute-long dive, a rescue, and a reminder that God works through willing hands.

Bleeding Streets and Burning Faith: My Three Days in Tachilek

Tachilek doesnโ€™t want to be found, but once youโ€™re there, itโ€™s unforgettableโ€”hot, raw, and riddled with discomfort. A place where wild dogs roam and red spit stains the streets from locals chewing betel nut. Itโ€™s where hope meets despair, and survival is a grim dance played out daily.

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