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Zawngeklien and the Global Neighborhood

I am a few short days away from the finish of this Race, and my feelings are still at war. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, on the one hand I'm beyond excited to see all of you beautiful people (and sleep in a bed) again! On the other hand I am beyond sad to be leaving the beautiful squad behind.  I'm afraid that during the last few days I have done a bit of reflecting. I know, I know! Just when you thought I was done with reflections, this blog happens! Don't worry though, I will s

I'm So Tired, But...

I’m so tired. I’m tired of carrying my life in a sack. I’m tired of day long bus rides and two day long flights. I’m tired of changing the time on my watch every few weeks. I’m tired of never knowing what the people around me are saying. I’m tired of being yelled at in a foreign language. I’m tired of smiling at strangers. I’m tired of always being a stranger. I’m tired of mispronouncing the same word 78 times in a row. I’m tir

Albania: What is Your Worth?

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient or you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12: 9-10 Daughter, This year I will use the things that you view as weak about yourself. You&

We Couldn't Do the Race Without...

I just wanted to take a moment to honor a group of people we COULDN'T do the Race without. Can you guess who they are? Translators. Translators do so much for us and their job is SO important. A translator: -Is the bridge that make it possible for “we” the Racers to encourage fellow Christians or reach someone who has never heard of the name of Jesus. -Works tirelessly to translate English to the other language or the other language to English so we can understand what the pers

the last blog post

I’ve been wanting to write a blog on my thoughts about reentry but sadly have not had the time or will power to do so until now in a quaint Airbnb with two of my beloved squadmates slumbering beside me. These are the words I can assemble to best represent my tender heart towards the groups people I claim as mine.   To the ones who were stateside. Oh how elated I am to see you, hug you, squeeze you, talk with you, cry with you, and laugh with you. I cannot wait until I hug the necks o