About Charith Norvelle

I’m the girl that laughs at the “writers” who sit behind their Macs at a pretentious coffee shop trying to find inspiration... and then I laugh harder because I’m one of them. A coffee obsessed photographer, in love with God, people, and travel... but where I’m from, thats not original at all. Planted in Portland, Oregon growing in Phoenix, Arizona. I joined Food for the Hungry in 2008 because I love people. Photographing them, learning and sharing their stories and helping you to touch, taste, and smell their world... don’t worry... the smell's not that bad.
Author Archive | Charith Norvelle

mirror mirror on the wall… what brokenness do you see?

When you think about poverty through this lens of broken relationships… does it change your view? Stop picturing children in torn clothing in huts in Africa and start envisioning business men, your neighbor, yourself. Hold up a mirror and look poverty in the face.

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statistics can be alarming

Do you feel crushed under the weight of that statement? Statistics can be alarming. But much like the alarm that wakes you up in the morning – it might make you move initially – but you won’t think about it until you hear it again tomorrow. And for a moment we might drop our jaws [...]

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Poiema … God’s Workmanship

The early church taught about two types of lives: the Perfect life and the Permitted life. The spiritual and the secular. The Perfect life allows for reflection in place of work (monks, priests, nuns, anyone who does nothing but sit around and think holy thoughts, etc). The Permitted life requires labor. These people (the laborers) [...]

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how to stay grounded in a world of marketing influence

Without God as our foundation we can be easily manipulated by our environment and our culture. I find myself carrying around my android phone with iphone envy… a true victim of marketing manipulation. Don’t judge me – I know you’ve done it. Ever caught yourself purchasing something or doing something only to realize you never [...]

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my grandparents are inspiring

My grandparents are retired and have a winter home in northern Arizona. Sitting on the porch swing a slight breeze brushes through my hair. A sweet flowery smell fills there property… no flowers to be found. In the middle of the desert, an hour from the nearest town… we’ve named it the healing place. Mending [...]

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faces of South Sudan

South’s Sudan’s independence day is coming up this week.  The people of South Sudan voted and won their independence by a 98% vote on July 9th last year. The youngest country in the world – and many of us know so little about it. Though I know what work FH DOES in S. Sudan, when [...]

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What voices speak into your life?

From the back room of my house, I stood getting ready for my day. I could hear the TV on in the next room and I began to listen, analyzing the script and the voices, trying to guess what show was on. It didn’t take me long to make a guess… and I was right. [...]

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just a little lyrical inspiration

Sitting down at my desk in the morning, I set up my playlist. Always a new tune or two to keep things lively. My co-workers frequently give me a scare when then tap me on the shoulder after realizing they’ve been conversing with themselves for several minutes. Headphones on high, I tune into the days [...]

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The way I see Haiti

On roads lined with cactus and palm trees intermixed in tall green grass, life seems to face the road here. As we drove through towns and villages I felt the constant urge to snap a quick shot out the window. Everyone we passed was perfectly posed, facing the road for a perfect shot from the [...]

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Journey to Haiti

Some of my first thoughts as I journey to Haiti…. On the plane from Ft. Lauderdale to Haiti at 6:30 am. Without leaving the ground I have already seen many things that remind me of Kampala and the people and culture I love so much. A man on the plane wears two fedoras… One black [...]

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