These are the faces that move me. So many of them bring joy and other’s bring prayers for His mercy, and grace. Many, even only in the last four years, I have seen grow from children into young women and men. I have seen smiling and laughing when the only logical expression my American mindset would think possible is tears and mourning. But the joy of the Lord is their strength. When we are weak He is made strong and it has never been more evident to me then when I walk the streets of a mud hut village or sit in a cement church in a remote village. He created humans to be strong, to endure, to fight life when it get’s tough. But not to do it alone. And so when you look around at all these faces you see, as clear as day, that they lean into and on the God of the universe to survive daily and to thrive with a spirit of joy. It inspires.

All photos are from our 2015 five week trip to Southern India.

Carissa Christine

"First and foremost I am saved by His grace. I am a wife to a bearded man, a momma to a lovely little lady and a baby bear, a photographer and a creative." xo, Carissa Christine

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    Wow, very special photography………Beautiful and touching

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