Congratulations,
you're the one millionth visitor
to this site, so you win a
very special prize!
Actually, that's a lie.
(I think- I don't know how to track how many people have been here.)
BUT, here's the truth:
you DO win a prize.
Confession: It's the last week of ministry,
and to be honest I'm kind of out of blog ideas.
SO here's where the prize comes in:
Natalie Dache is an open book. For the next few days, you can ask me anything and I'll answer it as honestly as I can.
In the comment section, you can just write in "anonymous" for your name.
Then I'll start answering the questions in future blogs.
(this idea was stolen from Lauren)
Let's make this fun!
Seriously, ask me anything- want details on that time I projectile vomitted in Nepal (or watched teammates do the same)? Interested in the night I lost my cool (oh wait, that's a daily)? Curious about favorite (and least fave) meals / beds / ministries / whatever? Want to know about growth (of any type- spiritual, emotional, physical…)?
Start thinking- the craziest questions will probably get answered first.
Let the soul baring begin. 🙂
Some ideas to get you started:
T squad is obsessed with the Prum Bayon
why dance parties happened in SA
African safaris- what we saw, what rules we broke, where we slept and how a hyena ate my chacos
women who love the Lord (gentlemen- most of these girls are single)
crowd pleasers: when David and Goliath come to play
(and what in the world is Kacie doing in the corner??)
the international sign for begging
when you realize there's a time for ministry and a time to… put your purse under your jacket?
this baby peed on me… after this picture was taken so there's really no excuse for my face there.
the bus ride from hell (this wasn't it)- and other travel days experiences
why we look so happy (and what we ate after this picture that changed our facials… permanently)
what not to eat, especially when an INDIAN tells you it's the spiciest thing he's ever eaten (and what happened to that watch?)
what I've learned about human trafficking (and why I think I need a good camera for Christmas)
what I wish I would have packed (and what it's really like to have to pack and unpack every three weeks)
two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I
(and my chacos) took the road less travelled by
and (though I wish it had been rainbows)
that has made all the difference
