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CHRISTMAS IN JULY! (and Easter, My Birthday, Thanksgiving, Halloween, 4th of July and New Years)!!!

Its the last Saturday I get to spend with my Dad before he and my sisters head to Colorado for the French Family Reunion and I head out into the world for the next 11 months. All I know at this point is that Dad asked me to save the entire day to hang with him. We leave the house at 9am, make a quick stop at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf to grab me a White Chocolate Mocha Latte (w/ whip cream of course) so I can function for the day and we head to the beach. We find the spot we used to go to when I

Cool, You're Home... Now What?

One word comes to mind when I think about this past year: Deconstruction. As I spent each month traveling from country to country, my idea of the life I wanted to rebuild back home began to deteriorate. God used these 11 months to show me what I was putting more value in instead of Him. How I was trying to build a life in accordance to what our culture insists will ultimately fulfill us. Go to school. Get a job. Get married. Have a family. Now spend your life seeking affirmation from others,

My Challenge to You.

As I sit here at my gate in Houston Texas waiting for my next flight home, I have nothing but time and a million thoughts going through my head. And I'm pretty sure some of you are probably interested in what those thoughts are. So I shall try my best to give you a peek inside this crazy mess of a brain of mine. But first.. lets rewind a little bit. Last night I went to sleep around 11 pm in San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua. We (Z Squad) woke up and left the hostel by 1:45 am and headed to Managua ai

Fundraising UPDATE!!!

First off. God is so good. So very good. When I started this journey preparing for the World Race, my biggest fear were the funds. Where was the $16,561 going to come from? I surely did not have that in my savings. So when my first deadline of $5,000 was quickly approaching, I was very doubtful and was prepared to use my savings to reach this goal. But God is so incredible. Each time I was doubting myself and my fundraising efforts, I would get an email, a notification that someone had donated.

God the Gardener and the Start of Pruning Season

So I am not a perfect person. (No surprise) And I’ll be honest, I wasn’t 100% forthcoming in my last post. And mainly that’s because I wasn’t being honest with myself. You see, God wasn’t calling my jealousy out in to the light to examine and assess what that meant about the way I saw Him (though I’m sure we will work on that at some point). He was calling out my anger. And I’ve been so angry for the past month and a half. And not righteous anger. It&r

The Weeds.

Almost every day I go on a walk down my street and it’s remarkably therapeutic. It's an opportunity to soak in the simple beauty of the day. The breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining the roadside, the smell of the neighbor’s freshly cut grass hanging in the air, and the songs of nearby birds weaving their way in and out of the soft sounds of nature. In these moments, all is well in the world.       Until I noticed the weeds.     In some

I'm going to go spend some time with Jesus

Close your eyes, imagine this, you are in this extravagant room you begin walking around examining the beauty that you see.. the light is shining in from the high windows above, as you are looking all around amazed at the room, you stop and stare ahead and you see a huge chair in the distance and someone is sitting in the chair.. As you walk closer to the chair you realize its Jesus. Wow, He says come here, come closer, sit next to me.. You proceed to go and sit next to Him and He says so.. tell

~Broken Independence~

I'm broken. You're broken. It's inevitable. No matter how hard we try to keep ourselves together or act perfect, it just doesn't work. Last week at training camp, this really hit home for me. Growing up I was very, very independent. With my first job at the age of 12, my second job at 14, and before I knew it I had three jobs, played sports, volunteered, and took honors classes at the age of 16. Independence was my middle name. I was pretty proud of my accomplishments and being able to mu

My first REAL blog #finally

Basically, up to this point of being accepted to the WR, I have been absolutely terrified to write on this blog. When my mobilizer explained the blog to me, all I could think was just no no no no. I journal a lot, pen and paper of course. But my desire is definitely not for anyone to see and to know me in such a way. To let another human into my very personal and vulnerable place that only God and I share seemed offensive. Everyday I sit here looking at my 2 sad little fundraising entries and t

I got exactly what I asked for

At the beginning of this summer, I decided to pray and ask God for something that sometimes I wish I hadn't asked for: I asked for Him to hold up a mirror to myself and show me things I needed to change or work on. At the time, I was like, "yeah, do it!" and now I'm like, haha, can I take that back? In reality, I love good self-reflection. I'm constantly making lists of things that I've learned in certain seasons of life and trying to be a better me, in general. I love verbally processing the t
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