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L.E.N.S photo challenge: you are my sunshine


Thinking over this week's theme, knowing I'm about to leave for Alaska on Wednesday, I was reminded of this photo taken on my second mission trip to inner city Anchorage.  It tended to be rainy each day that week (that seems to be the story of each trip I take there), but we made the most of it.  And, even if the sun wasn't shining, these children were all I needed to smile and carry on with the mission inbetween the rain showers.
The children are my sunshine in Alaska!

Who do you sing that catchy little tune to?  Share your photos over at Jen's challenge!


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  1. Their smiles are infectious!

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  2. Look at all of those smiling faces! :)

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  3. What a fun looking day! My husband and I would love to visit Alaska some day :) Thank you for the very kind comment, it brightened my day :)

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  4. what a wonderful, happy photo! Have a great Alaskan trip! Alaska is on my list of must visit someday!

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