I'm pretty sure that in the last two weeks I've eaten more french toast than I have in the rest of my life. That's not an exaggeration, either. Growing up I wasn't the biggest fan … Read more about french toast & jesus.
it was bound to happen…
Crazy travel days are kind of like medals of honor on the World Race. No one likes what you have to go through to earn them, but in the end, when it's all said and done, every racer loves telling … Read more about it was bound to happen…
sometimes…
Sometimes we wake up and there is no water because the neighborhood has used it all. Sometimes we walk down the street and random people touch us in weird ways. Sometimes when people ask if we … Read more about sometimes…
God gave me my dream.
My alarm goes off at 7:00 am. It's another travel day. I roll off of the top bunk and hazily pull on my traveling clothes - sweat pants, a tank-top and my fleece. Brush my teeth, throw my hair … Read more about God gave me my dream.
she was eight years old.
we stole glances at each other all afternoon. as we worshipped, i watched her and tried to keep beat with her steps. she was eight years old. and she had more passion than … Read more about she was eight years old.
he did it again… and again!
Nearly a year ago I was astounded when the Lord healed me at World Race training camp. [Wait... he did WHAAAT?] I went with a brace on my ankle and a worried heart about whether I’d be able to … Read more about he did it again… and again!
God is doing a new thing!
Behold… I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland. –Isaiah 43:18-19 We are making … Read more about God is doing a new thing!
paradox: fleeting encounters. deep community.
Miriam and I chatted in the kitchen that was actually a shed with a dirt floor as we prepared lunch for 100 elementary students. We talked about our families, our faith, and our dreams. Faith, a … Read more about paradox: fleeting encounters. deep community.
hello, brokenness.
I walked down the street with tears stinging my eyes, hands shaking, heart pounding. The three boys followed closely with their hands out, pleading. “But you already promised. All we want … Read more about hello, brokenness.