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Miraculous Mundane

It’s hard to see the impact we make sometimes. And to believe teaching English and giving hugs for three and half weeks could be important enough to uproot my life for awhile seems a bit far fetched. Especially when it feels so difficult. And the kids don’t remember what we taught them yesterday so we have to review constantly. And you don’t fit in any where you go. But God said go. He said he called me here. So I have to believe he had his reasons. I have to believe something is sticking and for some reason me being me is making that possible. God is more than enough and...

The Voices in My Head

The Voices in My Head All of these voices that flood my head Are drowning my spirit Pulling me under til I’m emotionally dead My voice is focused on my hopes, dreams, and the things I want. But it all exhausts me from thinking too much My voice says “Perform! Then you’ll be good enough.” But it leaves me feeling empty, dissatisfied, and unloved. The enemies voice is easy to recognize. It’s condemnation, fear, and ridiculous lies! It knocks you down, and you can’t get back up Because the lies make you feel like you are not enough It steals your voice,...

The Voices in My Head

The Waves

September 23, 2017
Adventures
2017 Fall - India

This past week was our second full week of ministry here in India. We are spending our first two and a half weeks in India in a small village called Sielmat. While we are here, we are staying in a seminary. When we first arrived, the dean requested that we take two of the daily morning devotions during the two and a half weeks that we are staying here. That includes providing the worship and message for those mornings. The first morning that we were responsible for was late last week. One of my teammates picked the song ‘Oceans’ for us to sing. That morning, as we were running...

The Waves

September 23, 2017
Adventures
2017 Fall - India

Where’s Waldo? Jesus Edition

Our arrival at NHO felt movie-screen surreal. Children of various ages approached the van as we pulled up and began to help us carry our bags as we unloaded. We were surrounded by greenery and a few colorful buildings with that signature Cambodian architecture. I questioned what challenges might fall our way and what might come easy to us. Despite naming our team “Brutal Awakening”, (and how absolutely fitting I must admit,) it didn’t take long until I felt at home. With God as my foundation, I feel at home wherever He is. But He appears here in ways I don’t get to...

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Miraculous Mundane

The Voices in My Head

The Voices in My Head

The Waves

The Waves

Where’s Waldo? Jesus Edition

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