God is good.

I never wanted anything in life more than I wanted to be a missionary.

As a child, I would sit on the floor with a globe. I dreamed of discovering the places my fingers found on that globe.

Two years ago this week, I was back home after only 18 months in Kenya.
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Several people have asked me questions about the march, specifically about the reasons behind it and my choice to participate. After some time of reflection following the march, I decided to put thoughts to paper. Hopefully, the following will answer some questions, or even better, spark some discussion. Continue reading #WhyIMarch

Grown Up

I am 30. I have 2 degrees. I’ve held multiple jobs. I’ve signed leases and bought insurance and have a retirement account. I take intercontinental flights by myself. I live on my own. I have a funeral plan. By all accounts, I am a grown up. Or should be… Continue reading Grown Up