I grew up with a lot of anger and resentment towards my dad. By the time I was in college, those feelings had turned into bitterness, defiance, and unforgiveness. That is until I went along on one of my dad, Franklin Graham’s, trips with Samaritan’s Purse. It was there in Kenya that I saw my dad living out all God had called him to, and it was there that I finally forgave him for being gone during a lot of my childhood.

