I like to think stories are my thing.
God gave me a passion for them as a little girl, sitting with my grandmother and listening for hours on end as she told tales about ancestors who had long been dead and in the ground. These people I never could have known otherwise came alive.
I choose to believe these stories have helped to shape who I am today.
Because of these stories I fell in love with history. Even though these people came alive, there were still holes in their stories, things I didn’t understand (and desperately wanted to). Little else gave me more pleasure in junior high and high school than to blaze through the history books in search of a timeline, a place, a context… something to fill in the gap between who these people my ancestors were and the things I’d been told all my life.
Little else than being able to make that connection. The study of history gave me all the tools I needed to do that.
You see, history gave me a chance to be like my grandmother… to tell the stories of people who have come before. To bring them back to life, to breathe their existence into another generation. God is giving me that chance…
but in an entirely different context.
In this journey across the globe next year, I will find stories – and stories will find me. Some I’ll be dying of excitement to share. Others I’ll feel compelled to pass on, even though parts of me will shrink back from the task.I pray you will laugh until your stomach hurts. I pray you’ll sit in your chair or on your couch or on the floor or in your bed for hours thinking. I pray the tears you’ll shed will burst dams and send water rushing downriver. Most of all, I pray that once the laughter and the tears subside and you’ve pondered what’s been said, you’ll be too uncomfortable to stay where you are.
That you’ll be moved to act-just like I’ve been moved.
Because stories have power.
They bring life.
They bring courage.
They bring hope.
This site is your invitation to go with me, to share in the story and fill in the gaps for people who don’t even realize something is missing.To breathe life back into brothers and sisters struggling to hold on.
To bless those who have abandoned their hopes and dreams for God’s promise that Kingdom has come to earth and He has a part in that for them.
All that, and so much more.
Find out more about where I’m going here.
Meet the men and women God has given me the privilege to travel with this year here.
Meet the rest of the group that will become my family here.
I’ve raised $13,488 out of the $13,800 necessary in my AIM support account in order to take care of my travel, lodging, and food costs next year.
If you can help me get closer to that $13,800, then click here.
