Author: Adventures

I wouldn’t trade it.

Since starting college in 2011 my life has felt like an endless series of meeting people, getting very close to them, falling in love with a new location, and then saying goodbye. For a 10/10 “F” on the Meyers Briggs personality test (for those of you scratching your head, it means I am extremely feely), this is hard for me. Every. Single. Time. Last week my team and I said goodbye to our Cambodian family. We left behind 45 children and an amazing staff of brothers and sisters to head to Northern Thailand for the second leg of our three months abroad. Per usual, I quietly sobbed...

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Listening is Loving

Our time here in Port Elizabeth is coming to an end and I’m so thankful, yet so sad. As excited I am for Botswana, I’m going to miss everyone here so much. Love Story truly is a family and they invited us in, loved us and made us a part of their family. I hope and pray that I can love everyone I come in contact with the way they loved and served us.   Coming in to this trip I was most excited about kids and thought that would be my favorite part, but I NEVER expected to enjoy homeless ministry the most. It’s definitely not something I loved in the beginning, but it...

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From Dirt To Gardens

“Allow Me to pour into you and from your gardens, I will flow.” When I first came to Jacó, I remember the Lord speaking this truth into me so clearly. For twenty years, the Lord has poured into this garden of mine in a multitude of ways. I began as a land of dirt: Anyone would look upon my soil and see hopelessness as a result of my sin. But know that God pursues our dirt-stained hearts and transforms them. He cleanses us with a heavenly rain and makes us new. All because He saw in us what the world had not. Each species of flowers is a result of different seeds planted...

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They Are The Roses in December

“They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” -J.M. Barrie, “Courage”   The first line of this quote is tattooed under my left collarbone. I remember reading this quote when I was 15 and crying because it touched my heart so deeply. I remember being so taken aback that someone could turn losing people into something beautiful. That someone could thank God for the memory of something instead of crying out in pain and anger for a life that involved losing people. The organization...

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They Are The Roses in December

“They are the roses in December; you remember someone said that God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” -J.M. Barrie, “Courage”   The first line of this quote is tattooed under my left collarbone. I remember reading this quote when I was 15 and crying because it touched my heart so deeply. I remember being so taken aback that someone could turn losing people into something beautiful. That someone could thank God for the memory of something instead of crying out in pain and anger for a life that involved losing people. The organization...

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I Cried While Asking God, “Why?!”

At the start of my time at NHO, I met a 15 year old boy named Chheng Hak. He sat on the back of a motorbike with a mischievous smile on his face as he showed off how well he spoke English, having full conversations with me and my teammates. He helped us to learn how to say the simple things like “hello,” and “thank you” in Khmer, and, as we became closer friends, he loved to mess with us by responding to every question we asked him strictly in Khmer as he smirked at our frustration. We all quickly found effortless friendship in him and joy in the the opportunity to...

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