We reached the end of the line. The furthest distance we could travel together before we were separated by the long weaving line of airport security. There was a little café about 50 feet before the stairs down to the first level. The stairs that officially began the first level of my journey to Zambia. The café was closed but we found a little table for two. I sat down across from her and held her hands. We prayed, hugged, kissed, said our goodbyes for the month, and I wiped away the first and only tears I would cry for the entire trip. Then after...

We reached the end of the line. The furthest distance we could travel together before we were separated by the long weaving line of airport security. There was a little café about 50 feet before the stairs down to the first level. The stairs that officially began the first level of my journey to Zambia. The café was closed but we found a little table for two. I sat down across from her and held her hands. We prayed, hugged, kissed, said our goodbyes for the month, and I wiped away the first and only tears I would cry for the entire trip. Then after...

 There is one question that I keep getting asked here at home, “How was your mission trip?”. When people ask me that question I kind of freeze. I don’t know what to say, how do I answer that question? It’s so broad, open, and kind of scary. It makes me have to face the reality that I’m not still in Africa. That I’m not with my team that became my family over the past month. I’m not in Zambia where I long to be. Since I’ve been home its been go, go, go. I haven’t had a day to myself. To just break down what happened. How God moved,...

The Lord’s love is redeeming. It makes us new. It fixes us. We all knew that though. This is no news. Sure, it’s powerful, but we’ve heard about this key piece to who God is many times. We are immune to any sensitivity to it. Or maybe it’s just me.  I still find myself thinking that my sins are too terrible and too great to bring before Him. I still think with some part of me that I am beyond saving -that His grace is out of reach. During this trip I have caught my several times thinking, “okay, yes. The Lord loves me. Yes, He forgives me. Yes, I am made new...

The Lord’s love is redeeming. It makes us new. It fixes us. We all knew that though. This is no news. Sure, it’s powerful, but we’ve heard about this key piece to who God is many times. We are immune to any sensitivity to it. Or maybe it’s just me.  I still find myself thinking that my sins are too terrible and too great to bring before Him. I still think with some part of me that I am beyond saving -that His grace is out of reach. During this trip I have caught my several times thinking, “okay, yes. The Lord loves me. Yes, He forgives me. Yes, I am made new...

The course of this trip has been somewhat of a roller coaster. Going from total joy and excitement to the lows of wishing I could be back home but one theme has been constant throughout the entire trip, listening and obeying the Lord and finding patience through that. I came on this trip with a lot of expectations that in all honesty have not been met and I now know probably won’t be by the time this trip comes to an end. I have found out that my plan and God’s plan were not the same. Because of this over the past 2-3 weeks my journal pages have been plagued by many questions. What...