Some days I hate my life. Africa life is not all it’s cracked up to be. Sometimes I don’t want to hop out of bed and embrace the day. The language barrier is freaking hard. Being hit on by grown men just because I’m white gets obnoxious. Bucket showers get old. Walking miles and miles … Continue reading Confessions of a Missionary
As I walk down the streets of Swaziland, there is an obvious absence of father’s. There are babies everywhere I look. Infants are being taken care of by three year olds. Teenage boys living on the street, with no father figure. Twelve year old girls pregnant… abandoned. There is an oppression that I can hardly … Continue reading A Not So Happy Father’s Day
When I was a kid I literally thought I was invincible. I felt completely safe no matter what situation I was in… But as I have grown up and experienced some things, I’ve realized how freaking crazy this world is. How we are not promised another day. When I was a kid… the extent of … Continue reading Let’s Be Free.
Bangla Road was so full of lights and life that it seemed as if we just walked into the opening night of a state fair. Florescent signs flashed brightly, loud music echoed in our ears. People handed out fliers promoting different events going on. Food carts strolled up and down the road. Young girls sold … Continue reading Hope On Bangla Road
I’m currently sitting at a campground in the middle of Georgia. The air is humid and the ground is muddy. It’s a riot just attempting to get from the chapel to the dining hall down the hill. There has been a constant downpour for days. My hair is frizzy and my heart is heavy. This … Continue reading It’s Okay To Hate Your Life
I sit here annoyed. The Houston heat gets on my nerves. My lukewarm coffee pisses me off. My little sister’s attitude drives me up the wall. I find myself feeling entitled to comfort in every aspect of my life. I easily become so narrow-minded that I forget about the rest of the world. So, I … Continue reading Street Kids, Prostitutes and Witchdoctors
There is a time in life that you realize you are made for something much larger than the current life you’re leading. A deep call inside for much greater than the current. We look at people like Mother Teresa, Billy Graham, Heidi Baker or more personally, Katie Davis and think ONE DAY I will achieve … Continue reading Talking About It Doesn’t Change Anything.
This is a post written by a good friend of mine. Her words sting my soul, for I too have been in this place. _____ I ran away from home… But, it’s a secret. No one knows. My face didn’t end up on a milk carton. There weren’t flyers posted to downtown telephone poles hoping … Continue reading She Ran Away From Home.
Walking the block from the bus stop to my front door seemed like miles and miles as I saw both my parents cars in the driveway. They had planned for weeks to be out of town that day…I knew that it had to be something big for them to be home. They met me at … Continue reading What If Today Was Your Last?
Sometimes I don’t understand the Lord at all. By sometimes, I mean most of the time. I was reminded of this a couple of weeks ago as I walked up to a friend’s house for Easter lunch. There were people in every direction that I looked. Bright colored outfits filled my eyes. Laughter and joy, … Continue reading Why Do Horrible Things Happen?
