Month eight on the Race is called "manistry month." All of the men leave their coed teams and serve together while the remaining women from new teams. I was super excited to be on an … Read more about sight.
encounter.
All it takes is one time, one moment, and everything changes. Month seven. Cambodia. I was exhausted. I was checked out. Our time in Kampong Thom was coming to a close and I was ready for what … Read more about encounter.
tarantula.
My heart was racing. I thought my stomach might jump out of my mouth. The World Race is known for pushing us out of our comfort zones. That was a big part of by I decided to join. One area of … Read more about tarantula.
ignite.
I had no idea that my experiences with refugees in Colorado would come back to face me on the Race. During the summer of 2012, I had the incredible opportunity to serve as an intern with … Read more about ignite.
resilience.
There are few times where I have ever felt so humbled. Early in the morning, we boarded a public bus (along with 300 locals) heading to a nearby city to visit Home of Joy, a ministry we learned … Read more about resilience.
expectations.
How in the heck did I get here? It has been a wild seven months. So far I've traveled to two continents, gotten into a lip syncing battle, and eaten a tarantula. At training camp they told us … Read more about expectations.
censored.
It looked like this was going to be a month of ministry where we couldn't talk about God. Missions work without preaching the Gospel? How was this going to work? Our sixth month of ministry was … Read more about censored.
help.
It's about that time again. The time where I set aside up my pride, humbling myself to ask for help. I have been on the Race, traveling on the field for about five months now. I have … Read more about help.
paint.
Who would've thought I would feel so at home in the middle of Nicaragua? During our month in Palacaguina, our team was fortunate enough to stay at a brand new missionary house with our host … Read more about paint.
