The real, messy faith.

So, here I am, stuck in an airport, awaiting six hours to board my rebooked flight. Soon, I will get on a plane and fly back to where it all started: Atlanta. So, while I am waiting, I have decided use this time for good, and share a little bit about my month that I was to busy to actually update people on.  So what exactly have I learned within the last month? I mean, I can’t really pin down every single thing I did learn, but I can tell you that I have learned a lot. How to listen. How to follow. But most importantly, how to really have faith. Because faith is a word that  gets...

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The real, messy faith.

So, here I am, stuck in an airport, awaiting six hours to board my rebooked flight. Soon, I will get on a plane and fly back to where it all started: Atlanta. So, while I am waiting, I have decided use this time for good, and share a little bit about my month that I was to busy to actually update people on.  So what exactly have I learned within the last month? I mean, I can’t really pin down every single thing I did learn, but I can tell you that I have learned a lot. How to listen. How to follow. But most importantly, how to really have faith. Because faith is a word that  gets...

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The Last Supper

  At training camp I was deep in prayer… we were praying over one another and building each other up with the words the Lord gave to us. Suddenly I heard the sound of digging… at first I could only see rocks and a little mud, it was like I was zoomed in on a camera… the vision started getting bigger and I could vividly see a man shoveling and I was helping him. It didn’t make sense. I asked God, “what does this mean?” He told me to “wait and see.” Fast forward a couple of weeks. The culture here is very “pura vida..” very laid...

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The Last Supper

  At training camp I was deep in prayer… we were praying over one another and building each other up with the words the Lord gave to us. Suddenly I heard the sound of digging… at first I could only see rocks and a little mud, it was like I was zoomed in on a camera… the vision started getting bigger and I could vividly see a man shoveling and I was helping him. It didn’t make sense. I asked God, “what does this mean?” He told me to “wait and see.” Fast forward a couple of weeks. The culture here is very “pura vida..” very laid...

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Filled to the Brim

As I sit at this cute little coffee shop in Santa Cruz, buried in my Bible and journal, I’m having a hard time putting into words the impact Costa Rica has had on my life and the way the Holy Spirit has completely wrecked me and transformed the way I think, see, and feel. At training camp, God wrecked me with his love and drew me closer to him. I let him in and let go of all of the shame and fear I was feeling. My worship was unexplainable, and the words that were once empty were now full of power… “there’s no mountain you won’t climb up, shadow you won’t...

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Love is a Language

One thing I was anxious about before this mission trip was the language barrier. My two years of Spanish in high school did little to prepare me for a month in Costa Rica. Even so, I’ve been able to communicate and form relationships. You might be asking how that was possible. Well, as the Beatles would say, “All you need is love.” Or—to quote a more accurate source—John 13:34-35 says, “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” Because...

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