"When Jesus saaaayyyyy yes, no-bod-eeee can say noooo." As I visited different villages in Haiti, this one song rang through all of them. The kids sing it on repeat and dance around confidently. They … Read more about On Making Friends When You’re Bald
An Open Letter from Jesus to Me
One week ago, I shaved my head. It was a decision that I made based off what Jesus was telling me to do, so I listened. Honestly I am still not sure exactly why, but I do know that He has me on a … Read more about An Open Letter from Jesus to Me
There Will Always be a Place at the Table
We stood between the two concrete buildings under the shade of the tree planted right in the middle. A unique opportunity to spend a morning in the headquarters of Three Cords came up for myself and … Read more about There Will Always be a Place at the Table
Gusty, Blustery Promises
You're never gonna let me down. As I sit on a rooftop on a mission compound in the middle of Haiti, these words flood my spirit and heart yet again. The wind is whispering by me gently as the full … Read more about Gusty, Blustery Promises
My Playdate with an Angel
No one knows his real name, so they call him Angelito, "little angel." When I first spotted him, he was throwing a full-on temper tantrum as he bolted away from his caregiver. His thin arms crossed … Read more about My Playdate with an Angel
My Calling Confirmed While Holding a Dirty Baby
The day felt scattered and not as "full" of ministry as a typical day here usually does. As we made our way up the hill and out of the city to a small, forgotten area of aluminum shacks and mud-slick, … Read more about My Calling Confirmed While Holding a Dirty Baby
The Woman who Asked Me to Sing Her a Song
She captured my attention the second we walked through the door of Pastor Ramon's house as she sat in the corner alone, thumbing through her Bible. Her name was Martina, and my teammates had met her … Read more about The Woman who Asked Me to Sing Her a Song
Rediscovering Wonder in a Cinderblock Schoolhouse
Beads of sweat rolled down my back as I stood in front of 19 Haitian kids in a cinder block, dirt floor room that was divided into two "classrooms" by a chalkboard. The kids, ranging in age from three … Read more about Rediscovering Wonder in a Cinderblock Schoolhouse
Vows, Bus Accidents, and a New Country to call Home
Fifteen months ago, I applied for the World Race. It was also around the time that I started to pray that God would use me in big ways that I couldn't even imagine, to make me uncomfortable, to take … Read more about Vows, Bus Accidents, and a New Country to call Home
