One thing that attracted me to my husband when I first met him was his compassion for the downtrodden. It seemed out of the ordinary that a 20 year old serving in the U.S. Navy would notice poverty’s pain. I was also attracted to his creative photography. His slide show presentations would wow me with scenic shots of far-away countries interspersed with family shacks in the slums. It left me a little heartbroken. I married him and his burden for the suffering and our newlywed budget included sponsoring a child in a third world country. When our kids were little, we gave our hearts to Jesus. I remember asking God how we can live our lives for Him and serve in His kingdom as a family. I was surprised back then the way that prayer manifested. It linked to compassion; our family would learn how to be compassionate. A young, adult woman landed a job in our little town but she was homeless. We opened up our hearts and home to this gal and many others in the