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.
Continue reading God is good.
A few things I know for certain: God called me here. I have a specific calling that will not be stifled. God is the one who orders our steps and directs our paths… Continue reading Change is Coming
I don’t say it often enough. Probably, most of us don’t. But the truth is, I owe a lot of people a lot of thanks. Continue reading A Big, Fat Thank You
I hope through my writings, sporadic as they may be, that I have found a way to articulate the sheer joy and blessing of walking this journey, while being honest about the struggles. Continue reading Six Months, Three Days
There are times I close my eyes and suddenly I’m a little girl again, sitting on the floor spinning a globe, wondering and imagining what I might find if I ever got to go to those far away countries. Continue reading Surreal
It’s a little bit hard to believe that I’ve been in Kenya for 3 months already. On the other hand, there are days I feel like I’ve been here much, much longer. Continue reading Three Months!
I knew he had more children than adults. However, I was not expecting 21 children sitting quietly in their chairs, waiting for Pastor to begin, and only 1 adult… Continue reading Community of Hope