Author: Adventures

Something that I feel more on ‘mission trips’ than anything else is probably anger. It is an emotion that I feel more than any other. It bothers me. It bothers me a lot. A lot of the times I get mad because I feel like its not right for me to get mad. Like its not the Christian thing to do. Like we’re supposed to put this smile on and say hold on to this hope that Christ has set for us. Don’t get me wrong, we must hold on to the hope and glory that has been prepared for us, but in all reality, how am I supposed to smile at a child who is staring at me as I eat my...

Something that I feel more on ‘mission trips’ than anything else is probably anger. It is an emotion that I feel more than any other. It bothers me. It bothers me a lot. A lot of the times I get mad because I feel like its not right for me to get mad. Like its not the Christian thing to do. Like we’re supposed to put this smile on and say hold on to this hope that Christ has set for us. Don’t get me wrong, we must hold on to the hope and glory that has been prepared for us, but in all reality, how am I supposed to smile at a child who is staring at me as I eat my...

Swazi sights, smells, tastes, sounds, feelings.  My mind is blown at what my God does in this world and how one side can be so different from another.     One little country.  Swaziland.  The size of New Jersey. But so much beauty and so many lessons to be learned and senses to take in.     I see children playing, goats eating trash, the red dirt of Africa, a bright white smile of a child, endless mountain ranges, people walking everywhere, cows roaming, an incredible tapestry of stars, flat feet of shoeless people, tiny African shacks, people...

An Ode to my Ducklings. Shalom my children… My ducklings. My sisters. Thank you… For having grace on me. For loving me in the midst of my mess and reaching out to me to expose your own messes as well. Because of this summer, I have legit been changed for good.   I miss you guys. I miss the nightly runs to the green castle… I miss the four hour trips to the green castle with Rugby. I miss the bat attack every single night and seeing Gene slowly scooting under the table with pure terror on her face. I miss studying James and jamming to Will Reagan on my...