"Shattered. Broken. Bruised. 'How do I capture it?' Struggling to piece together the bleeding fragments of their past, to suppress the struggle itself. Turmoil. Emptiness. Hopelessness. 'What, then, do I see in them?' Hunted, they learn quickly that survival means invisibility, so invisible they become. Invisible and isolated, silent, until they are touched by radical, transformative grace. 'That’s it.' Such I have seen in my loved ones of Zambia, and such I wish others to see—not simply because I want Americans weeping for the children I love, though I do. And not simply because I want them to grasp the depth of joy these broken vessels and in the mundane, though that I also do. But because I want each child’s full story to be understood, to have a voice. I want these Forgotten Ones to be remembered. I want these Invisible Children to be seen. That was my mission: to capture the essence of the orphaned and vulnerable children of Zambia. I tested limiting myself to materials they can...