Reflection

The Domino Effect: The cumulative effect produced when one event sets off a chain of similar events. Imagine you decide to climb Mount Everest.For months, you train. You book a flight. You buy supplies. You clear your schedule. You reach the summit. Your impromptu decision influenced ensuing action. Just. Like. Dominos. I decided to take a Gap Year. Domino falls. I find Adventures in Missions. Domino falls. I choose the route traveling to Southeast Asia. Domino. Domino. Domino. For the past three months, the theoretical “dominoes” have been knocking into each other, methodically...

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Reflection

The Domino Effect: The cumulative effect produced when one event sets off a chain of similar events. Imagine you decide to climb Mount Everest.For months, you train. You book a flight. You buy supplies. You clear your schedule. You reach the summit. Your impromptu decision influenced ensuing action. Just. Like. Dominos. I decided to take a Gap Year. Domino falls. I find Adventures in Missions. Domino falls. I choose the route traveling to Southeast Asia. Domino. Domino. Domino. For the past three months, the theoretical “dominoes” have been knocking into each other, methodically...

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Slamming Doors

Life is cool. I’m utterly amazed, immensly thankful, and incredibly proud to say: I’ve bravely ridden, and shamefully fallen off, a Costa Rican horse. I’ve aimlessly walked the bustling streets of Madrid. I’ve spent 9 hours in Morocco. I’ve surfed epic swells in the Dominican Republic. I’ve seen incomprehensible poverty in Haiti. I’ve traveled through 6 European countries with my grandmother. I’ve witnessed God in a Khmer child’s bright smile. I’ve picked pesky weeds in Thailand. And, in January, I’m flying to Ecuador to...

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Slamming Doors

Life is cool. I’m utterly amazed, immensly thankful, and incredibly proud to say: I’ve bravely ridden, and shamefully fallen off, a Costa Rican horse. I’ve aimlessly walked the bustling streets of Madrid. I’ve spent 9 hours in Morocco. I’ve surfed epic swells in the Dominican Republic. I’ve seen incomprehensible poverty in Haiti. I’ve traveled through 6 European countries with my grandmother. I’ve witnessed God in a Khmer child’s bright smile. I’ve picked pesky weeds in Thailand. And, in January, I’m flying to Ecuador to...

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Words Will Never Be Enough

Share your story here… As I’m sitting here, staring at those four simple, self-explanatory words, I’m suffocating under my inability to form a decent thought. How!? The cursor blinks. And blinks. And blinks. After a ridiculous amount of procrastinating, I’m convinced it’s mocking me. How could I possibly glorify Him and His Greatness through a few measly words? How could I possibly illustrate the awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping beauty I’ve beheld in only two weeks? How could I possibly describe the satisfaction of neatly hoeing little rows for corn, and...

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Words Will Never Be Enough

Share your story here… As I’m sitting here, staring at those four simple, self-explanatory words, I’m suffocating under my inability to form a decent thought. How!? The cursor blinks. And blinks. And blinks. After a ridiculous amount of procrastinating, I’m convinced it’s mocking me. How could I possibly glorify Him and His Greatness through a few measly words? How could I possibly illustrate the awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping beauty I’ve beheld in only two weeks? How could I possibly describe the satisfaction of neatly hoeing little rows for corn, and...

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