Liz Ortiz

I look at Jonas’ photo every day to remind me to pray for him. But today when I looked at his picture, I burst into tears. I miss him. I miss my life in the field. I miss teaching in Togo. I have enjoyed teaching these last few weeks with my nephew (DJ) and niece (Ani). It has reminded me how much I love teaching. One day, DJ asked, “Aunt Lizzy, do you miss Jonas?” I was instantly brought back in my mind. I imagined I was inside the church at Amou Oblo next to the school. It’