Freedom. Love. Freedom and love. Freedom and love. Freedom and love! That’s what you have in Christ. No condemnation. No punishment. Only freedom and love. And that … Read more about shaking off the shame. (pt.2)
shaking off the shame (part 1)
The front door stood wide open and as we walked up, Johnjo hurried to put out his cigarette and hide the evidence. We were back, exactly one week later, just like he asked. And this time, I knew … Read more about shaking off the shame (part 1)
a time to mourn. a time to dance.
Twenty four more hours. That's how long I'm giving myself to mourn the end of my time in Asia. Twenty four more hours to be sad, to reminisce, to soak in every last drop of … Read more about a time to mourn. a time to dance.
womanistry & why women are the bomb.
For most of us, the World Race is lived in co-ed community. (Because of numbers, our squad does have two all-women teams.) It's been such a cool experience to walk alongside the men on my two … Read more about womanistry & why women are the bomb.
The JIG is UP!
I am so blessed to be FULLY FUNDED for the World Race! Thank you so much for giving, praying and supporting me. In doing so you have become a part of this journey. Thank you for your faithfulness. … Read more about The JIG is UP!
a page from my heart
I'm not really sure how to describe exactly where I am right now. It's a good place. A new place. A big place. I think the easiest way to let you in to what I'm experiening is to just … Read more about a page from my heart
they were stunning.
It can be hard sometimes to feel beautiful on the Race. I don't have a lot of clothes in my pack, and the ones I do have aren't exactly what I would wear at home. My selection of … Read more about they were stunning.
here we are.
Where, exactly, you might ask? Oh you know.... just the HALFWAY mark of the World Race! It's true. There are a few different ways to "measure" half way, but today is halfway … Read more about here we are.
hello, goodbye. again.
I tried really hard. To keep my heart guarded. After having my heart smashed to pieces by the children I lived with in Guatemala and their stories, I just didn’t want to let my heart be that … Read more about hello, goodbye. again.
