I sat. Posture perfect. Back board straight. Unwilling to sink too deep into the yellowed, warn love seat. Around me were two American friends and a Kenyan. He had invited us into his house for tea. “You look uneasy,” he said. Words cut deep into my soul. Instantly, I realized the negative vibrations of my… Read More Posture & Chai Tea
We walked up stairs into a small, blue room. A woman was sitting behind the desk and welcomed us warmly as Kenyans were passing by – freshly changed into workout clothes with a look of excitement on their faces. Michelle and I were with her friend Emily who lives in Tigoni, a small tea town… Read More Sweat & Fat Crying
Initially, I ran across this post at Easter – fully intending to come back and read it within week. It’s now June, but thankfully, today I stumbled on Ann Voskamp’s words once again and am working to unpack my experiences learning from her writing and adventure to the Church of the Nativity, Israel. Ann Voskamp,… Read More Hope In Our Hidden Hells – By Ann Voskamp
Africa came like a whirlwind and parted like a best friend leaving for a trip, only to come back and visit in the future – fully clad with a monstrous bear hug and a smile stretching ear to ear. I’m still trying to absorb all I learned in a place so similar to yet so… Read More Mountaintop Adventures & Chapati
Cow-clad runners labored up hills, scooted around turns, and steadily made it closer to 13.1 miles. They passed by in a stream of sweat as members of my closest community handed out cups of water on Saturday at the Chick-fil-A Connect Half Marathon (CFAhalf). I was driving around in a pickup truck. // My community… Read More Cow Spots & Water Cups
I experienced deep laughter from the children twirling around my ankles. I smelled the dust from mototaxis swerving and weaving along the hard, bumpy streets. I felt included in new community as we walked and offered greeting to women fanning themselves in the shade. I saw American women my age serving and loving in a community… Read More Peruvian Memories & Stepping Stones
“$5 for one raffle ticket and $8 for two tickets. How many would you like?” People handed me 20s and 50s and 100s at tonight’s Acceptance Recovery Center, a symposium to support women in recovery. They gave big bills, but also have big hearts. My friend Brandy is trying to open up a women’s recovery… Read More Pork Dinner & Recovery Raffle
My heart carries a burden when I look around and don’t see many beside me. My hands are helping, but why aren’t men and women of faith showing up? Why aren’t they present? Culture tells me to work harder and get higher. It tells me to stay connected at lightning speed. To rush around and… Read More Burdened Chili & Grilled Cheese Talks
The Joy of Serving 