Dear Livingstone, Zambia     I can’t begin to describe my month with you. I struggle to write this last blog, because that means my time here is over. The way that you have changed me in every possible way is so indescribable, but I will try my best to put it into words for those reading to understand. Your beauty is not capable to be shown through writing, photos, or videos.   I didn’t know what to expect entering in my first month of this trip, and when I first arrived in this country, I was afraid. I was afraid of being away from home, from my easier lifestyle...

Shall we let them die without hope? Wasting away Wandering in the wilderness Finding no city of refuge in this barren land No satisfaction no security no safety. Shall we let them be afficted by their wrongs? Watch them try everything and anything except the one thing that will heap them Watch them pour into an emptiness they can not fill Throw in the needles, the drugs, the broken hearts, the broken bodies, the next rush Throw into their souls the things that kill And yet We stand silently with the fix The cure The only thing that turns shattered people into beautiful mosaics And we say nothing....

I walk into the home for the elders of Zambia and observe that there are stray dogs everywhere. They are coated with flies, missing chunks of flesh in their ears or body, and extremely malnourished. I act as though I cannot see because I am not allowed to touch them, but they won’t stop following me around the grounds of the nursing home. I see the broken windows, and residents unclothed, dragging themselves on the ground to get into the outdoor showers. We walk into the outdoor activities building, beginning to clean the tables, chairs, and floors. I pray around the grounds of the nursing...

1) Stomach rumbles can be covered up by worshiping louder 2) That empty feeling in your gut gets filled up by The Word 3) ‎Slight stomach cramps are easily remedied by deep prayer 4) ‎Those cravings you get for popcorn or literally any food throughout the day you direct toward something you don’t normally crave like actually deep thinking. Facing it. 5) ‎Distract yourself with other things when it gets hard. Like spend 2 hours studying the book of Ester and then 2 more hours playing soccer with the street kids and getting more bruises then you can count, but it’s worth...

I am sorry, Mom and Dad, that I am not what you expected I am sorry that I don’t fit the usual child That my dreams aren’t to have a day-to-day job, or begin the American Dream I am sorry I may not be what you expected That I don’t like school I don’t like wealth I don’t like man-made material I don’t like what is so common in today’s age I am sorry I may not be what you expected That I don’t feel the desire to work a steady job To achieve a goal of wealth To stay in one place I am sorry I want to go where the wind takes me To follow my heart,...

Disunity.It’s a funny thing.It sneaks into the shabbily painted concrete walls of Namatama house.It pretends it belongs and whispers to us in the African rain,Convinces us it belongs,Comes up in our dreams,Raises the hair on our necks,Causes a facade to make us think all is fine when everything is not.It’s a lie he tells us.Because it lessens our power.Together we have the strength of Heaven’s hosts,But alone… Unity.It’s a funny thing.It boldly walks into our presence and calls us to arms.Tells us to look it straight in the eyes and own up and except it,Make it...