For me, becoming a missionary was not an easy road. It wasn’t the path I ever imagined I’d find myself on or dreamed I would walk one day. Yet, here I am. Just starting our second term and still pondering the process of becoming a missionary, what that means and how I landed here. {the …
Hearing the Whisper to Go
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 weary mean? 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, this season of …
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
You know you should share your faith. You know that God has given you gifts that He wants to use. Yet, you often struggle to bear fruit and share your faith with others. You. And me. All of us. Share your faith While on a run, Jeremy and I found a huge row of berry …