I was nine years old when this photo was taken, I was on my first missions trip to Mexico. We were doing trailer ministry working with local families and kids, when this little guy started to follow me around. I went the rest of the night with him on my hip, and it wasn't until we were about to leave that I figured out who he belonged to. An older woman approached me with the biggest grin on her face because she was so excited that the "blonde girl" took the time to acknowledge her grandson. Little did I know, this boy was planting a seed in me for seeing the unseen that would follow me for the rest of my life.

My dad quick snapped this photo to send to my mom back home. The sad thing is I probably would have forgotten this entire moment if it weren't captured by photograph. 
This imperfect, grainy, spontaneous photo captured a fleeting moment, and turned it into a memory.