Author: Adventures

    On Monday, we spent the morning playing with children at the Timbutini care point. I was sitting with this 4 year old little girl who was counting to 100 when I saw this precious boy walk by. He couldn’t have been any older than 5, but he captured my heart instantly. I waved to him and he came and sat down beside me.      He was so shy when I tried to talk to him. His hand was wrapped up, as if he had broken it, but he wouldn’t talk about it when I asked him. Since he wouldn’t talk, I decided to make him laugh. And what’s the...

              I’ve really been growing and meditating on the word BEAUTY. As  I was reading my book Captivating, I came across this: “Think about what it is like to be caught in traffic for more then an hour. Horns blaring, people screaming obsecenities. Exhaust pouring through your window, sufficating you. Then remember what it is like to come into a beautiful place, a garden or a meadow or a quiet beach. There is room for your soul. It expands. You can breathe again. You can rest. It is good.”Beauty...

I spent Tuesday afternoon and this morning at the Hope House, a home for the dying in Manzini. Tuesday, I spent hours holding the hand of an ancient, ailing Gogo (grandmother) named Ana. Her skin was soft and oily, wrinkles covered her face that not even a macro lens could lend justice to. She sat out facing the sun, squinting her eyes in the wind in her silk, polka dotted night gown. She wears a Van Gogh-esque sunflower head wrap to cover her grey curls, and hot pink crocs to cover her gnarled and curving toes. Her eyes are yellowed with cloudy blue and brown pupils. She is the picture of...

Do you know how amazing my God is?!? As we were worshiping the other day I realized that I still had many walls up that prevented me from giving my all. I had no idea what the walls were but I prayed that God would wreck my world, break my heart and allow me to be open to hear his voice. He is such a faithful and loving God!!! We went to a care point, where children come to be fed after school and taken care of by the Gogo’s (grandmas). The first day we were there everything hit me like a ton of bricks. Processing everything that happened that day was hard for me! Looking into those...