Choeung Ek.  Tuol Sleng.  Dachau.  A-Bomb Dome. 

All places that tie my stomach in knots to even think of the atrocities that were committed to innocent people.  So, why do I continue to choose to take time out on my travels to visit these places?  To find hope...to find beauty...to find God.

I realize that that might sound rather strange, but somehow that is what I have managed to find at each of those locations.  Don't get me wrong...each is so full of pain, sorrow and anger that it is sometimes hard to breathe, but at each I have been able to find some ounce of beauty, often as simple as a single flower.  To me it is a symbol that God has not forsaken us.