Joy comes to mind when I see this photo. The joy of getting to take my husband and three-month-old son to South Africa and Swaziland where I was born and raised. We drove through Swaziland in the heat of December 1994 and stopped at the place where I first called home. We came unannounced, but were met by our old friend, Ruth Methlomokhulu. I’m so glad that Kerry captured this moment. The joy of reuniting with an old friend and catching up on life a little. For Ruth the important thing was not the past but the hope she had for her future that she is now living. Her life may have been hard, but she wore her soul out in faithfulness and love.