My heart eyes can still see the place, the moment when I first felt God leading me into service to Him. I was maybe 9 or 10 years old, with my face down on the scratchy red carpet in a very old camp building. There weren’t any spoken words or big declarations of a calling. …
Behind the Prayer Card
As a little girl, I remember missionary prayer cards. I remember having missionaries come to our church. I remember their fun tables full of interesting things. I remember big pictures projected on the wall of the church fellowship hall. They had pictures of things I’d never seen before and talked of places I had never …
Willing to be Weary
What does it mean to be weary? I had to look it up. Not that I didn’t know what it meant but because I wanted a clearer picture for the word. weary – to be physically or mentally exhausted by hard work, exertion, strain Yep. I feel weary. A full blown “I don’t feel good, …
A Speed the Light Experience
Since I was a young girl, I’ve helped raise money for Speed the Light. Speed the Light is the giving focus for the youth in Assemblies of God churches all over the United States. Together, youth raise money to buy vehicles for missionaries. And it is AWESOME. STL is a blessing that benefits the Kingdom …
Mending Thoughts
I have a notebook that sits near me at my laptop. Throughout the day, as I work around the house, I jot down a note here or a phrase there… things that, if developed, could become a blog post. It is where I make lists or write down scripture verses that mean something to me …
Waiting for Joy
I recently read Elizabeth Trotter’s post on A Life Overseas called When Singing Joy to the World Feels Too Hard. And every word was one I could have written. I just didn’t have the words. I had the feeling. The feeling of lost joy. Of knowing that joy is there, happening all around me, even …
First Moments
“Jeremy! The doorbell is ringing again!” I yelled from the kitchen. We had only been in Africa a few days and it seemed as if the kids in the neighborhood just KNEW someone fun had moved in. Our doorbell was ringing off the hook. Mostly boys. Wanting water. and bikes. and candy. toys. food. more …
The Fruit that is Wasted
On our run last week, Jeremy and I found a huge row of berry bushes. Big, heavy with fruit bushes. Because of the limited rain over the past month, the berries were struggling to ripen but they were there. Tons of them. Today, we took the time to walk over to these bushes with the …
Living out the Words
Usually at some point between 6 and 6:30am, I’m squeaking our bedroom door open, leaving the precious air conditioning, hitting the immediate wall of humidity, to make my way downstairs to begin a new day before the girls wake up. I am sure to have my cellphone in hand with my flashlight app turned on. …