Today marks my last day in Cambodia. This past year I have been spending endless amounts of prayer time asking myself a few questions in preparation for this trip, what exactly is love? What does my God’s love look like? What does love in ministry look like? This month Love has had many faces. Love in ministry has been helping villagers pick rice. It’s been going into random strangers houses and playing charades to overcome the language barrier, only to end up awkwardly sitting there(still loving every second of it). It’s been playing soccer even when you’re dangerously...

Today marks my last day in Cambodia. This past year I have been spending endless amounts of prayer time asking myself a few questions in preparation for this trip, what exactly is love? What does my God’s love look like? What does love in ministry look like? This month Love has had many faces. Love in ministry has been helping villagers pick rice. It’s been going into random strangers houses and playing charades to overcome the language barrier, only to end up awkwardly sitting there(still loving every second of it). It’s been playing soccer even when you’re dangerously...

There have been numerous days that I’ve sat down with a pen and paper, and the intention of writing a blog post, but ended up staring at a blank page for hours. Trying to figure out what to say, and how to describe the things that I have experienced was just far too stressful, intimidating, and felt impossible. The truth is, I still don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to put together coherent thoughts of everything that has happened. Over the past month we have picked up two new team mottos: “plan on it happening, but expect it to change”, and “everything...

There have been numerous days that I’ve sat down with a pen and paper, and the intention of writing a blog post, but ended up staring at a blank page for hours. Trying to figure out what to say, and how to describe the things that I have experienced was just far too stressful, intimidating, and felt impossible. The truth is, I still don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to put together coherent thoughts of everything that has happened. Over the past month we have picked up two new team mottos: “plan on it happening, but expect it to change”, and “everything...

After months of planning, hours of packing, and countless tears, I said one last goodbye to my family and stepped into my next big adventure. I boarded my 45 minute flight, and before I knew it I was landing in Atlanta. After retrieving my gigantic blood-orange bag, I headed to the food court to meet my “family away from family” for the next three months. We wandered around the airport and finally found our vans. Everyone squeezed into the van and we were off.As we arrived at training camp we began to get to know each other with awkward hellos and stories of our homes. The first...

On September 10th after a long day of ministry, our Passport Team headed home to clean up before dinner. After a few minutes of chatting and struggling to connect to the wifi, Josh, Jordan, Morgan, Madison, and I decided to hit the streets. Our mission: to take pictures of the wild dogs of Mae Sot to post on Josh’s Instagram page, “thaidawgs.” As we were wandering the streets, clueless to where we were going, we made a series of turns that lead us to Grace Life Church. It was in the middle of a quiet Thai neighborhood. As we stumbled upon it, we heard what we thought was worship...