Follow Naomi as she talks to women working in brothels in Mumbai; survivors of an Indonesian tsunami in which more than 160,000 lives were lost; a young girl waiting on an operation to save her life; and victims of domestic violence horrifically burned by fire. Be still with her when she realizes the pain she feels in the face of these extreme injustices reveals a common struggle that exists within all of humanity. And rise with her as she wrestles with confusion over her identity, comes face to face with redemption, and then begins to understand her own story … and to find her calling. The Scent of Water will open your eyes to the complexities of the world, showing you pain can also be beauty, and how each are found in the unlikeliest of places. Zacharias doesn’t have all the answers. But she has hope and encouragement that will empower you to find and begin the adventure of your life. From the Back Cover About a year ago, I took a significant step that I was certain would redefine my life. I loaded up my television, a few trash bags filled with clothes, and my most prized possession, an 85-pound golden retriever named India. I set out across the country on a new adventure, and began the search for an apartment. I finally stumbled upon the perfect place. It was a small guest house with a fenced yard and a landlord who used to be a baker. At the end of each work day, I looked forward to this special place of solace in a city with glaring spaces I felt inadequate to fill. One unforgettable day, I came home to find my dog proudly sitting next to a huge hole she had very conspicuously created in the center of the yard. The well-manicured lawn my landlord spent weekends tending was now an eyesore. I envisioned our imminent eviction. My landlord acted with remarkable grace as I profusely apologized, and when I came home the next day, the hole had been neatly filled in and smoothed over. I was relieved; my guilt was assuaged. But a few days later, India had emptied the hole again. Months later, I returned home after a few weeks overseas. When I stepped into the yard, my eyes widened incredulously at what I saw. Where the gaping eyesore once dwelled now stood a beautiful tree that was positively spectacular. I went to find my landlord who grinned and quipped, 'It seemed like the perfect place for a tree, don't you think?' Yes, it was the perfect place, but until the tree had been planted, I had never noticed that anything was missing. The answer was not to simply cover up the hole. And it wasn't to leave the gaping chasm glaring back at us. The answer was to give it purpose. And then I wondered, What if the holes in our lives are actually there to create the space for something beautiful? Every little girl is born with dreams. She longs for an adventure of her own, to discover who she is and to leave a mark on the world in which she finds herself. She hungers to matter...to someone, to something. But when she grows up, she is confronted with obstacles that leave her tired and confused. Her dreams are diminished by societal norms and misunderstood gender roles that seem to make her dreams of lesser importance. Sometimes she believes she is defined by the dreams of another. Sometimes her choices and happenings seem to put her dreams out of reach. Sometimes she's placed in a box that makes it easy to forget what those dreams were in the first place. For me, the door to finding my place opened when I nervously rapped on someone else's door and sat next to a young girl in a brothel in Amsterdam simply to talk to her. It continued when I stepped over goats and cows and garbage to visit smiling children living in a shelter on a dark and grievous street in Bombay. It deepened when I stood on a deserted beach littered with devastation and unspeakable loss from a cruel tsunami. These places were not pretty. They were painful. They were real life. Each time, I was there to hear someone else's story. And someho