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 firs...
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...
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 wor...
Choosing to step outside my Cambodian door I am met by Khmer people whose occupation title reads “begging.” Little boys, girls, moms, aunt...
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. Enou...
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. ...
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. ...
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, a...
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. ...
There is a place I often go. It’s a shaded path with majestic trees and jutting paths that meet open meadows. The destination is usually a grass...
