I give you this life though it's made of dust and you build me a house as if it's a must. Made of mud, dirt, and clay found here in the ground yet praise from this creation is your … Read more about God’s Obsessed With Dirt
Nasty Habits of the American Dream
Shoes tied and sunscreen applied, our squad was ready to adventure together on a hike through the desertous mountain ridges of Kyrgyzstan. We embarked together through the dried river bed that led to … Read more about Nasty Habits of the American Dream
Entering the Throneroom
I stood before these huge white doors with light beaming through the small cracks between itself and its hinges. There was no doubt that I was before the throne room. It seemed as if those doors were … Read more about Entering the Throneroom
Dunk’d
My feet were numb as soon as I dipped them into the freezing water. No matter how cold, I knew I had to go under. Things were different this time. I had complete faith in that. I didn't care if I was … Read more about Dunk’d
Altar to Alter
I've never seen anything quite like it, the look on someone’s face as they read the bible in their own language for the first time. "This says Messenger from heaven!" our neighbor, Sarah, … Read more about Altar to Alter
First Steps Back on American Soil
As the team stepped onto Georgian soil, I was at the place I hadn't imagined possible while on the race, home. I'll be honest, the whole plane ride home was consumed with thoughts of what home would … Read more about First Steps Back on American Soil
Small Mistakes. Little Lies. Big God.
Tired and dragging our feet, two of my teammates and I were excited to finally get home and eat our pre-dinner snacks of chips and cherries. As we approached the walkway leading up to our Airbnb, one … Read more about Small Mistakes. Little Lies. Big God.
Not By Sight
I wish I could update you on everything God is doing right now, but I'm afraid I can't see it. It seems as if I can make out shapes and shadows but unable to have clear vision. As one who has … Read more about Not By Sight
The Key to Anxiety
Two girls, fourteen bags, one taxi; That is how our Sunday morning started. Our team felt prompted to spend a couple of nights on what is called the Asia side of Istanbul. This doesn't sound like much … Read more about The Key to Anxiety
