Let me set the scene: It’s a bustling city filled with world travelers, business owners, and new friends. The streets are loud and busy—filled with so many colors you almost have to … Read more about The Story I Haven’t Told
Wimbi Never Says Die.
I sit, in church, in our room, with my team. Janelle’s arms are lifted high in praise. Kristen sways with her eyes closed, singing out. Hallie squeezes shampoo packets into a … Read more about Wimbi Never Says Die.
My Body’s Biggest Flaw.
One head, two hands, two feet, some other stuff between. A beating heart, eyes that see, a mouth that says “I love you.” My body is a temple, designed for a purpose. My legs carry me from … Read more about My Body’s Biggest Flaw.
Unfailing Love: Fana.
“So…what do you want to do?” Shrug. Run away. Repeat. It was our first day together. We had nothing in common other than being stuck on a mountain so remote it wasn’t … Read more about Unfailing Love: Fana.
Sometimes…
Sometimes on the World Race you’re sitting alone at place ambiguously referred to as The Lodge. You rode 45 minutes in the back of a Defender, pressed up against the sketchy trunk and feeling … Read more about Sometimes…
Fearless.
How do I sum up a month? The laughter, the tears, the friends made and lessons learned. I’ve had hard days, but only a few. A bad attitude, but not often. Small fights, but soon forgotten. … Read more about Fearless.
This is The World Race.
I have a lot to say about this week. Like a lot. I’ve officially made the switch from “I’m going on the World Race” to “I’m on the World Race.” And it’s … Read more about This is The World Race.
Naked and Unafraid.
I’ve never considered myself a very dependent person. And then this crazy thing called Training Camp happened. In the entirety of Training Camp, my phone was off, dead, and shoved into a pocket … Read more about Naked and Unafraid.
I Found Jesus in a Port-A-Potty (and He laughed at me)
Let me start by saying that this blog is just the beginning. Training Camp was life-altering, earth-shattering, soul-changing. I can't even begin to write about my team (Wimbi) or my squad (UUUU!) … Read more about I Found Jesus in a Port-A-Potty (and He laughed at me)
