Author: Adventures

The Secret Place

My hands are calloused from my new best friend — a trusty, old-fashioned hoe. I spend 90% of my week covered in mud, dirt, and other treasures of the earth. I have undecided tan lines on my back and feet, interesting insect bites on my ankles, and the smell of pigs, goats, and cows in my nose.  So, to say the least, our ministry here in Thailand is my dream. If you know me at all, you know it has been a recent fascination of mine to become a farmer. I find something so instinctual about working the land and seeing the fruits (literally) of my labor. It’s ironic that I was...

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The Things I’ve learned

At the beginning of this trip, I thought I knew who I was and where I am with God. I Said yes to him and got on the plane. I’ve never been on a plane before. It was intense I didn’t know if I was going to get scared or how I was going to react. I only knew Maddy for a couple of days. I asked if I could hold her had and she let me. It was so funny and great. We let go and I was looking around to see what I can do. I was trying to sleep and it didn’t work out. We thought we were later for our next flight and we went running to get to the spot we needed. Turns out the plane...

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The Things I’ve learned

At the beginning of this trip, I thought I knew who I was and where I am with God. I Said yes to him and got on the plane. I’ve never been on a plane before. It was intense I didn’t know if I was going to get scared or how I was going to react. I only knew Maddy for a couple of days. I asked if I could hold her had and she let me. It was so funny and great. We let go and I was looking around to see what I can do. I was trying to sleep and it didn’t work out. We thought we were later for our next flight and we went running to get to the spot we needed. Turns out the plane...

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Just a Mzungu

“Hi mzungu” – the two words that we hear with every step we take down the dirt roads of Maramba. The community where we stay here in Zambia is called Maramba and Mzungu means “white person.” When Zambian children see us passing by, they have so much excitement in their voices as they yell “hiiii mzunguuuuu.” Usually we don’t just pass them by, though. Usually they grab our hands, jump on our backs, or walk alongside us to where we are going. By the time we reach our destination at least 20 happy, energetic, full of life kids have joined us....

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Through The Eyes Of A Child

  These eyes. I wonder what they see every day. I wonder what goes on behind the surface. What does she think about? What does she contemplate? What does she want out of life? What does she want to be when she grows older? What thoughts circle through her mind late at night, when she can’t sleep? As she sits and eats her lunch, long after the other children are done eating, I wonder if she enjoys the alone time. I wonder what her eyes have seen. I wonder how different our lives are. I wonder how our lives are similar. After all, we are both God’s children. We are both...

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Through The Eyes Of A Child

  These eyes. I wonder what they see every day. I wonder what goes on behind the surface. What does she think about? What does she contemplate? What does she want out of life? What does she want to be when she grows older? What thoughts circle through her mind late at night, when she can’t sleep? As she sits and eats her lunch, long after the other children are done eating, I wonder if she enjoys the alone time. I wonder what her eyes have seen. I wonder how different our lives are. I wonder how our lives are similar. After all, we are both God’s children. We are both...

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