The Cost
The Cost of Discipleship, by Dietrich Bonheoffer is my favorite book. Not because it’s an easy read, either. I couldn’t finish it the first time I opened it. I felt asking me to die was just "too much” for me.…
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The Cost of Discipleship, by Dietrich Bonheoffer is my favorite book. Not because it’s an easy read, either. I couldn’t finish it the first time I opened it. I felt asking me to die was just "too much” for me.…
This week I did something a wee bit unusual for me. I cracked open some acrylic paints, grabbed a blank sheet for my canvas, and set to work. Creating some art that only a mom would call a masterpiece, but…
What is the purpose of spilling out words on a canvas for you? Why do I share what my struggles are, where my heart lays? I have become wordless recently, as you may have noticed, realizing that you have…
Choosing to step outside my Cambodian door I am met by Khmer people whose occupation title reads “begging.” Little boys, girls, moms, aunties and uncles…missing limbs, blind, deaf, uneducated. They put out their bowls and make the global “need rice”…
One day, I woke up and thought to myself: “I’ve been in Cambodia over one month; I should get out and start doing something. Enough with this whole learning phase. I’ve had about 10 Khmer conversations, read some books…
The first night eating out in Phnom Penh, I witnessed a police officer sitting while a 50 year old man sat with a young girl one table over from me. I was a bit shocked then, I knew it…
In Phnom Penh last night, a girl was gang raped by fifty men. This is normal. It happened to many girls last night, not just one. In your neighborhood, a girl was violently assaulted before, during, and after…
I feel a deep desperation welling up inside of me; one to search and know the entirety of the Trinity. I want to understand dreams, intercession, acts of love, and how all of those come together as the same thing:…
For years of my life I have believed a prideful lie. One that has been re-iterated so many times, it is commonly believed to be Truth. The lie that I have more than “poor, deprived, starving children in…