The Panama sun beats down on the cracked ground, even in the mid-morning. I have never been out of the country in my nineteen years of life, but here I find myself in the suburbs of Panama City, serving with global missionaries and other students from my college.
Read MoreI threw my dusty suitcase in the pickup truck bed, and jumped into the back seat. I was in Idaho. A sweet couple serving as YWAM base missionaries had picked me up. We struck up a conversation about life and disappointments.
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