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Dancing Widows, Hungry Orphans

One of our ministries this week was to share the word with some widows. What happened next was amazing! We went in expecting to just share a couple testimonies and a sermon but we were surprised with singing and dancing. The widows meet at an orphanage where they help take care of the kids and create some home made crafts. Their dancing was so filled with joy it was impossible to not dance with them. We had colorful wraps tied around our waist and then we were taught how to do one of their t

I pity me.

We have been in Africa for two months now. I have seen things here that have shaken me to the core. My eyes have gazed upon sights that I won't find anywhere else in the world. I'm not talking about lions or the fiery African sunsets (even though that's pretty amazing also). I'm talking about the people and the way they live. I have seen squalor that words won't possibly help you understand. Most of the children here are dirty, filthy, wearing torn clothes that are two sizes too small or two siz

I pity me.

We have been in Africa for two months now. I have seen things here that have shaken me to the core. My eyes have gazed upon sights that I won't find anywhere else in the world. I'm not talking about lions or the fiery African sunsets (even though that's pretty amazing also). I'm talking about the people and the way they live. I have seen squalor that words won't possibly help you understand. Most of the children here are dirty, filthy, wearing torn clothes that are two sizes too small or two siz

Entering Their Reality.

Throughout this month, I've seen and experienced a lot of things. And the thing that keeps blowing my mind is that this is real life. I haven't entered some crazy documentary. I'm not reading a book. I'm not going to wake up from a dream. When we leave Nepal, these people's lives are going to continue on in the way that they've welcomed us into. Sure, it's different from America. The past few days I've gone into the slums, which are "temporary" houses for people. Basically, they're homeless, bu

Dirt Roads and Little Feet

Imagine walking through a poor Zambian village with me made of dirt roads, trash filling what they have of streets, flower bushes withered from lack of water, kids running through the street with no shoes kicking a ball made of paper and trash, women busy carrying large bundles on their heads, cooking, and washing clothes as they sit on the ground outside, some houses with only cloth hanging where doors and windows should be.I didn't always grow up with a lot and I've ministered to the homeles

Finding Life at the River

  We were enjoying dipping our little biscuits into our Nepali tea. Most of our group had cleared out when *Brandon approached the few of us remaining and asked us to pray for her. She was a beautiful young woman who was seated on the floor and had been having an intense conversation with Brandon. Her name was *Rosa. We sat down next to her and asked what was going on. “My head,” she said. “I get dizzy. And sometimes, I shake.” Immediately, in my head, I was trying

Fellow Citizens

As part of our ministry around Kothe, we trek around the mountains, (drenched in our American sweat from the humidity) to surrounding villages to do home fellowships. During home fellowships, our host will give us some info about the people and village we are in, perhaps a little of their story, then we sing a couple songs, share somethingout of the bible and what it means to us (translated through our host) and then close by praying for the people we are visiting Nepali style (aka everyone pray

"It" Just Got Real

It's seen in the movies, written about in the news, talked about at conferences, but today it was staring me in the eyes. "It" took on the form of a girl whose hair is as black as the room where she sits. The dot on her hairline shows she is married, but her occupation is not one we would think a married woman would have. For 12 hours a day she waits. Waits for a man to come in and ask for a dance. Waits for a stranger to come and take advantage of her. Waits for a little more of her soul to be

"'Now you are a lioness' said Aslan. 'And now all of Narnia will be renewed."'

Lioness. Renewal. God's love.  What do each of these have in common?  They have six beautiful ladies, and myself, and the breath of the Holy Spirit in common. You see while at training camp we were given our teams and then sent out for an afternoon to make memories. I am ecstatic to present to you, dear readers, Team ROAR- Renewed On Abba's River!   Left to right: Kaiulani Houston, Anna Friedges, me, Holly Swaney, Kaycie O'Neil, Rachel Sperry, and Ellen Scott (our team leader)

Let the deep peace of God fill you

I wrote the following prayer this morning during my devotional time and posted it on the Light for the Journey Facebook page. My mind keeps returning not just to the prayer but to the posture I suggest we adopt for the prayer. I realize more and more how much we all need not just prayers(...)

What if the world were only 100 people?

Breathe in and Let God Fill You

Yesterday I wrote and posted this breath prayer on the Light for the Journey Facebook page. Its popularity makes me realize that I am not the only one who appreciates these prayers. I wrote it after wandering around my garden following the first rain we have had for about six weeks. The wonderful fragrance that rain brought(...)

Are Your Prayers as Big as God Is?

So this post isn't too deep, theological or thought intensive, it is merely the result of my inability to keep what God is doing  in my life to myself. I've been learning, really over the last year, to pray more boldly. One of my favorite books is The Circle Maker by Mark Batterson, and I have a billion favorite quotes, but one is: "Bold prayers honor God, and God honors bold prayers. God isn't offended by your biggest dreams or your boldest prayers. He is offended by anything less. If yo

I hit a low point two weeks ago

I’m going to be very vulnerable with you guys so bear with me. It hit a personal low this past month. It all started a few days after we arrived in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam. My team and I were doing Unsung Heroes, which is where we go around the country or city we’re in and try and find future contacts for AIM. The first few days were great then on the 4th day in Vietnam I woke up with my hands swollen and my skin covered in hives. I have a lot of allergies to many different things but

To inspire

Ever since I came home from Training Camp and told everyone I wasn’t going on the Race just yet, I’ve gotten a ton of Facebook messages, texts, emails, and carrier pigeons (okay, just kidding about the pigeons… but that would be cool) from my squadmates, friends from college, and a handful of people from other places/parts of my life. My love languages are supposedly quality time and words of affirmation, so the fact that so many people have taken the time to write a quick no

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