Home is sweet for sure. This has been the best year of my life but I hope that this time next year I can say that again. God has done so much and it would not have been possible without each and every … Read more about America the beautiful
Loving the least of these
Part of me is so excited to come home and see my family and friends. I can't wait to go to El Paso and eat Mexican food until I have to be carried out. To hear how all my sweet girlfriends are doing … Read more about Loving the least of these
Tamara
We arrived in Transnistria on a chilly Saturday night. As we sat in the storage closet that was to be our room for this month, this tiny little lady in ski pants and a jacket came in with the pastors … Read more about Tamara
On Guard
It's a dreary, drizzly Sunday morning here in Transnistria. The chill of fall has settled in as trees began to shed their leaves. The Main Street outside this cafe is occasionally occupied by German … Read more about On Guard
I am a Teacher
I am a teacher. This may be one of the most crucial lessons God has shown me on the World Race. In Asia, I taught at a police academy in Thailand, a college and seminary in Cambodia, and at an … Read more about I am a Teacher
Welcome to Narnia – The Country That Doesn’t Exist
Month 10 has arrived. My team and one other team are stationed in Transnistria, an area of land beside Moldova. Moldova claims it as part of their country and that is how it is recognized by the rest … Read more about Welcome to Narnia – The Country That Doesn’t Exist
A Week in Romania
It's been a long time since I blogged. First, I'd like to shout out to my sweet Wednesday night elementary school friends who have been faithfully praying for me all year. I'm so excited to see you … Read more about A Week in Romania
An invitation to goodbye
Razgrad. This month has been hard for new reasons. The end of the World Race is in sight and I want to reach out and take a hold of it sometimes. To sit at home on the couch snuggled up with … Read more about An invitation to goodbye
His Name is Toshko
Severely disabled children have always frightened me. Not because they were disabled but because I was afraid of hurting them or causing further injury or death. I got nervous just feeding little … Read more about His Name is Toshko
