In December, we welcomed a family. They came with very few possessions and could speak very little English.

During her time with us at Hope House, Nicole was able to hear the gospel many times.

My name is Dana. In my village and in many others throughout West Africa, girls like me face an uphill battle.

Lia* was so tired. She hated her job at the garment factory. She could handle the long days—six days a week—with few breaks, but she hated the way her supervisor constantly shamed her for not working fast enough.