Category My Journey

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…

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:…

My mind can run a million miles a minute. Potentially helpful but when operating in overdrive for long periods of time, complete collapse always comes.   In spiritual warfare, the mind is crucial. 2 Corinthians 10:5 states “We demolish arguments…

“In this moment where I’m obsessing over whose waist line is smaller, You look at me and say ‘You are my treasured possession.’”   “In moments of high anxiety, about to burst into tears, You say: ‘You are more precious…

 By the time you’ve read this I’ll have landed safely in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.   One hour till landing is a weird journey point. A <very tiny bit> scary to realize that the next time you plan to step foot…