The cemetery here in Chichi is so colorful and is unlike anything I have ever seen. It has the ability to make you feel a bit joyful. However, the darkness is still present because among those graves are people who are forever burning offerings and candles in hopes of receiving something such as good luck, money, or malice to others. It is sad to see these people so lost and so focused on what may never come out of the offerings they burn. I see the hope in their eyes and the longing for a gift that only the one true God can give which is salvation. As I walked through the cemetery for the first...

Wow. I’m still in awe that I’m here in Chichi. How did I raise enough money to get here? How did I take a month off of work? How did I leave my precious kitten?? All I know is I’m so happy I did! I’ve been on two short term mission trips out of the country, but Chichicastenango feels like home. I feel like I know the community, I know the places to go to drink coffee, I know how to get to the grocery store and my favorite street quesadilla place (seriously the best in the world) without asking, but yet I also feel like I have so much more to learn from the people of this...

The cemetery here in Chichi is so colorful and is unlike anything I have ever seen. It has the ability to make you feel a bit joyful. However, the darkness is still present because among those graves are people who are forever burning offerings and candles in hopes of receiving something such as good luck, money, or malice to others. It is sad to see these people so lost and so focused on what may never come out of the offerings they burn. I see the hope in their eyes and the longing for a gift that only the one true God can give which is salvation. As I walked through the cemetery for the first...

THE STRUGGLE BUS After lots of time and no blog update I feel somewhat ready to share the dreaded truths and the wicked realities of being on a month long mission. TOUGH TRUTHS. I seriously need hot water. I will say that my lowest lows come at 6:15am when I’m outside showering with ice cold water looking at the fog roll in and saying to myself that I could’ve been back in New York City working a normal job. I would LOVE some American food. I have lost weight and I am low on energy and a green juice or any near equivalent would be tight. More clothing options? Unheard of at the moment....

A look into our month so far:   We arrived in Guatemala July 6 and have gotten settled into our home for the month. In the afternoons on Monday through Friday, we work in shifts at the local school- teaching them English and helping them learn a bible verse (Joshua 1:9). Our other ministry includes: prayer walks, picking up trash around the city, college nights where we worship and share a devotion or testimony, police and hospital ministry where we go to the local hospital and hand out hot chocolate to people waiting on family members inside the hospital, and soccer ministry. On our recent...

  I was blind to the pain and affliction people face everyday. I was blind to the grace and love The father pours on me DAILY. I was blind to the amount that I can do to spread the gospel. I was blind to the amount of power that comes from the Holy Spirit. I was blind. I was blind to the fact that all of these things are also at home in Spring, Texas. But now I see. I would compare our first week in chichicastenango, Guatemala to the conversion of Saul to Paul. Acts 9:8 says Saul opened his eyes and saw nothing. The numbness of day to day life and the busyness we Americans drown in, blinds...