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...

I thought I was going to come to this country to make a difference. I thought I was going to come back with stories about the hundreds of people that accepted Christ, the thousands of orphans that now know they are loved, and the many that were healed. While we did amazing things, or rather God did through and in us, it is so little compared to what this country needs. It is impossible for us to create the men of God that this country needs, or love every orphan, or pray for everyone that needs healing. It is so hard to know that we will leave this country without seeing drastic...

Every time someone asks me about what I want to do with the rest of my life I tell them that I feel called to a tiny place in southern Africa called Swaziland. I wish you guys could see some of the looks I get.   “Swaziland?! Is that even a real place?” “It sounds like an amusement park” “Really funny, so what are you actually planning to do with your life.”   These are just a few common responses I get when I mention Swaziland.   Yes Swaziland is a weird name, and yes it is a very small but I look at some of the most beautiful faces on the planet everyday and it breaks my...

A boy called me mom… My heart will forever be changed.   I will forever be attached to Swaziland… Because a boy called me mom.   A boy who is old enough to know the meaning of mother… Called me mom.   A boy who speaks good English… Called me mom.   A boy who I met on the first day we ever did ministry and have been OBSESSED with ever since… Called me mom.   A boy with gaping holes in all of his clothing… Called me mom.   A boy whose shoes are barely holding together… Called me mom.   A boy who at the age...

A boy called me mom… My heart will forever be changed.   I will forever be attached to Swaziland… Because a boy called me mom.   A boy who is old enough to know the meaning of mother… Called me mom.   A boy who speaks good English… Called me mom.   A boy who I met on the first day we ever did ministry and have been OBSESSED with ever since… Called me mom.   A boy with gaping holes in all of his clothing… Called me mom.   A boy whose shoes are barely holding together… Called me mom.   A boy who at the age...