(I’ve come to a realization that finishing g42 is finishing a season that was started 3 years ago when I heard a message at church and took it as my cue to jump. And as I will be sharing what’s next soon and where this season of 3 years has brought me; I wanted to… Continue reading hit replay: of a different spirit
It’s been over a week. Over a week since I walked the streets of Mijas, over a week since I sat at Maria’s one last time with Kaitlyn. Over a week since Patty and I got in a car with Kellen and Whitney and held back tears on our way to the airport. So what does… Continue reading an attempt at an elevator speech
Due to the fact that my friend Santiago has a countdown to traveling to see his girlfriend that happens to fall on the same day that I leave Spain for the states I know exactly how many days I have left. But I’m going to pretend I don’t. Let’s just say I don’t have a… Continue reading don’t drink my coffee
I’m ready. Or at least, I think I’m ready. When I had two months to go on the World Race last year I was in the middle of Cambodia in a village, hand washing my clothes and taking bucket showers, battling Small Eye, teaching little children English and for a season being a vegetarian because… Continue reading do the damn thing.
Before coming to Spain I had the vague idea of what I wanted to do. But mainly I just had this large pile of things that I wanted to be involved in. Passions, gifts, talents, words. Just in this bag of tricks that I lugged with me over an ocean. I had no idea what… Continue reading Cake with Jam
(before I begin this: a shoutout to the incredibly amazing, lovely, dance party-riffic staff & counselors of Newport Mesa Church’s Royal Family Kids Camp. Your kindness, encouragement and love spurred me on last week and I was completely and utterly humbled by your words!) Last year in February I did ministry for the day along… Continue reading an afro, some sequins (& 92 kids)
I feel naked. Really emotionally vulnerable and out there. I’m about to get trampled and wrecked And after that no one is going to recognize me after. I’m ok with all that though. Really, I’m totally used to getting trampled and wrecked. I’m used to people not being able to see who I am anymore because… Continue reading an emotionally-naked sit in