Exactly one year ago I was anxiously packing and repacking my bag. I was tying up loose ends at home, binge eating all my favorite foods, and ordering last-minute supplies from REI. I didn’t … Read more about Dear me, it’s me.
This is not a drill
Ecuador is an incredible country. It is one of the most diverse places I’ve experienced in South America, both in ethnicity and natural beauty. There are mountains like Fuya Fuya which we hiked … Read more about This is not a drill
You Are Not Forgotten.
It’s been a while since I last wrote a blog. I don’t have any real excuse — just laziness for writing along with a month full of fun memories I didn’t want to miss! … Read more about You Are Not Forgotten.
Sailing through the Storm: Guest Blog by Natalie
Introducing the one and only NATALIE JOY LYLES. Natalie (or NatNat as I sometimes call her) has been my very best friend for as long as I can remember. She has been an inspiration to me to follow my … Read more about Sailing through the Storm: Guest Blog by Natalie
Thirteen Stitches
I struggled with whether or not to write this blog because vulnerability is always difficult, but I ultimately decided that the only thing holding me back was shame and I do not obey shame; I obey the … Read more about Thirteen Stitches
Bolivia: Ahava Dream
I’ve noticed that most of my blogs tend to be more about lessons that the Lord is teaching me than about the actual things that we do here on the World Race, so I wanted to take time to talk a … Read more about Bolivia: Ahava Dream
Vultures Make Great Teachers
“Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers.Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,coming down from the Father of Lights,with whom there is no variation or shadow due to … Read more about Vultures Make Great Teachers
When a baby’s burn becomes Gospel
Sweat was dripping down my forehead and new blisters had begun forming on my palms. I looked to my right and saw my dad and my step-mom waiting for their turn with the tools as we worked together to … Read more about When a baby’s burn becomes Gospel
In the candle of a boy.
I look down at my watch. 8:37pm. I step out of the creaky metal door onto the cool porch. My bare toes feel the chill that has settled into the concrete floor. To the left I find a ledge, my favorite … Read more about In the candle of a boy.
