I’m a Writer. What Are You?

This may come as a surprise to you, but writing is really quite difficult for me.

Yes, you probably scroll past my lengthy instagram captions and doubt this heartily, but  it’s the truth.

Some of you know I am writing a book. I have been writing a book my entire life, it seems. My first story is written in a peach-colored notebook from Big Lots. I started writing it when I was probably ten. It was called Lydia’s Heart. In my child-like mind, it was going to be a hit. By the way, Lydia is still my  favorite name and will most likely be the name of my first daughter. But I digress.

Writing  is in my bones. It’s something I have to do. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not really a matter of  whether I love to write that keeps me coming back to my dunder mifflins. Writing is simply part of who God created me to be, and I have to do it like I have to breathe in and out each moment.

Is this making any sense?

There is something God put inside of you. Something that makes you, you. You feel alive when you do this, while simultaneously you find yourself terrified of what would happen if you totally devoted yourself to it. Would people like it? Would it be worth the cost, the sacrifice? It’s awfully difficult to be fully alive, doing what God created you do. It requires something grand of you. It requires you to be fully yourself, and be okay if not everybody likes your thing.

This book I’m writing is painful for me because it’s the story of my life, and it’s basically a lifelong journal of some incredibly profound experiences. It requires me to be all in, fully there, fully Sarah. 

Wouldn’t it be wild if God created his children, hardwiring with them fierce passions and skills and abilities, things which ignite your soul in a deep and raw way, and he intended you to use these things to reflect his glory to a world in desperate need of something, of someone authentic?

And wouldn’t it be crazy if that just terrified the enemy of our souls? If his greatest fear was us being fully alive, devoted to glorifying God through the things we love to do, the things we must do. What if he wanted nothing more than to deprive you of you?

If all this is true, I have to write, because it is my greatest weapon against a pathetic devil. You have to sing. You have to paint. You have to sculpt. You have to play the piano. You have to dance. You absolutely must do that thing, even when you are scared, especially when you are scared. People need to hear you. They need to see you. Fear is stupid.

I have recently stepped out in my other area of deep passion, which is Spanish interpreting.  I love it with all my heart, and I am terrified of failing at it. But guess what, I’m doing it. And it’s building my faith in huge ways. It’s helping me see I’m more capable than I thought I was. Only by the grace of God. Only  through his power. All for his glory.


Do that thing.

I’m a writer. What are you?



The Mission Trip Myth

The Mission Trip Myth

So I went, and I’ve come back again. My heart is full to overflowing with hope for Honduras. My time there was sweet like mangoes and deep like coffee and hard like rain.  Reunited with friends and family over tortillas and hot coffee and served together the amazing Honduran community.

Th time I spend in Honduras is my favorite time of year. Do you know what it’s like to be surrounded by love on all sides? To be encouraged and supported and challenged every minute of the day? This is what a trip  to my sweet place looks like.

Many of you have remarked on my trips, and I have to say, i’ve  taken offense as you’ve asked about my mission trip. I repent even now for this spirit of offense, but here’s why.

This is the mission trip myth….

Mission trip? That’s like asking how a charity project went when you were really just spending the day with your best friends..

Mission trip? More like family reunion with people I would literally  give my life for.

Maybe I’m the one with a messed up idea of a bunch of people in neon t shirts going to Haiti to save the world, but friends, it’s so much more than a one week trip to another country. It’s about saying yes to God and letting him break your heart for people all over the world. This is not a mission trip high that fades a week after you land. No, it changes your whole life. It redefines your idea of wealth and poverty and success and failure. It makes your world bigger and introduces you to family you didn’t know you had.

I want you all to dive into the world of overseas travel and find out what a mission trip really is.

It’s not just one week a year. It’s a whole life surrendered. Send me, I’ll go…

It seems kind of silly this terminology would offend me so much, but I think I know why it does.

It breaks my heart that people automatically assume the only  reason I would visit this beautiful country is because I was helping the poor. It breaks my heart that people scoff at the very concept that someone would come to the USA on a mission trip.

I want you to know a few things:

You need to go somewhere far away from your home. You need to make friends in other nations. You need to join your heart and your church with what God is doing in another part of the world. I would love for that to be Honduras, but you ask God where you should go. 

This is not about “giving back” or fulfilling a service requirement or anything like that. This is about living, truly living, and being obedient to God’s voice.

I want you to know that people are people everywhere, and poverty  doesn’t define us just like wealth doesn’t.

I want you to be in a little church with two light bulbs singing songs in  other languages, knowing this is what heaven has got to feel like.

I want you to know safety is an illusion, and your desire to stay here for fear of danger is robbing you of the best days of your life.

I want you to know my best friends in all the world live in Honduras and their country is full of promise and hope and people who are hungry for Jesus. It is my deep privilege to know them and be a voice for their cause. 

I want you to know going to Honduras is not like going on a mission trip. It’s like  going home.

And  finally, I want you to go. 🙂


15 He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.


Why I Haven’t Moved to Honduras Yet

Why I Haven’t Moved to Honduras Yet

This week, in four days to be exact, I am getting on a plane and going back to Honduras. For the sixth time. Many of you know this. If you know me even a little bit, you probably know I love this nation. It comes up quickly in conversation, like mothers bringing up their children.

What do you enjoy doing?

Oh, I enjoy going to Honduras and anything having to do with Spanish or children.

Oh wow, that’s really cool. Why don’t you move there?

Nervous laughter.

Well, I’ve tried to before, but it’s never been God’s timing.

I have  had this conversation more times than I  can count, and looking at it on paper makes my answer feel even weaker.

Why haven’t I just pushed through all the obstacles  and moved there! Other people do it?! Why have I allowed my life to be ripped like a sheet in two complete halves? One in the USA, at home in Thomasville with my family, with the nice car and the white picket fence dream, and one in Honduras with dirty feet and a cotton skirt, surrounded by children, doing what I feel like I was born to do. Why. Why why why am I leading two different lives. In a few days I will be back in this place that feels like home to me, and I will drink up every moment there and probably ask God lots of questions. And then  I will get on a plane and come back home, and wonder why I’m coming back and how long will I have to wait before I go back. And slowly, I will acclimate to life in the states agin, and my memories will dim and I will  feel the pull of the so called American dream, and I will think, I would much rather be here. This is easy. This is safe. This is home.

And then the cycle will begin again.

So why am I telling you this? Why are you getting this open heart look at my life? Because I want you to know why I haven’t moved to  Honduras and why it may be why you haven’t moved into that thing, whatever it is for you.

Quite simply, it’s not time.

There is nothing especially profound about this.

Someone asked me the other day why I’m still in Thomasville, and if I’m “ever going to leave.” As if leaving Thomasville is to be equated with success.

There is this underlying suspicion in our modern society of what success is. How much money we are supposed to have. What degree we should have. How many children we should have. What kind of car we should drive. Where we should work. What clothes we should wear. The list goes on. At times, I feel like I’m doing pretty well on this list, but most of the time I feel way off. My life doesn’t fit into a box, and I can’t seem to stuff it in one no matter how hard I try.

My life is not my own. I am not here for earthly success. I’ve known since I was a little girl, my life was not going to be like other people’s lives.

I listen to my Father, and He guides my steps.

He is not a tame lion.

I’ll go ahead and tell you right now, following Jesus makes for one adventurous life.  I used to live for the five year plan, now I’m all about the tomorrow plan.

I don’t know why God has me here in Thomasville, working with mom, living at home at 24, but I know I’m in the right place. I don’t know why I love Honduras so much, and why I have this deep need to see the entire world,  but I do.

I encourage you to get alone with God and figure out what makes you tick. What do you love so much it hurts?

Now give it to Him. Give your whole heart to Him. This is what is to be a Christian. It’s saying, “I don’t understand all this, God, but I’m giving it you. It’s ok with me if no one understands. If my life looks like a failure to everyone around me. If it looks like nothing is going on.  If my dreams appear to be dead, that’s ok God, because I trust you and I KNOW you are GOOD, and you are writing a beautiful story. I’m happy here, because I know I’m in your will. I don’t get it, but you do.”

So I don’t know what God is up to, or why I’m not there, or where my life is going, or how this trip is going to go.

I know I love the nations, I can’t figure out a career besides telling people I love Spanish and the world and oh yeah, I want to have 8 children.

I can’t explain how I know what God is saying, I just know. I  invite you to begin a conversation with Him. Especially if you are feeling restless and unhappy.  I don’t know what he will tell you. But you should listen. Because you will be in for the ride of your life.



And here’s an example of living  your life, doing your thing, and then all of the sudden, bam, everything changes and God changes history and invites you, lowly shepherd, to be on the  front row. So when you get an answer from him, don’t be afraid. And when people question you, tell them I AM sent you.:)




 Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the wilderness and came to Horeb,the mountain of God. There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. So Moses thought, “I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.”

When the Lord saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, “Moses! Moses!”

And Moses said, “Here I am.”

“Do not come any closer,” God said. “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.” Then he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob.” At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God.

The Lord said, “I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers, and I am concerned about their suffering. So I have come down to rescue them from the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey—the home of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites. And now the cry of the Israelites has reached me, and I have seen the way the Egyptians are oppressing them. 10 So now, go. I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt.”

11 But Moses said to God, “Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?”

12 And God said, “I will be with you. And this will be the sign to you that it is I who have sent you: When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you will worship God on this mountain.”

13 Moses said to God, “Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what shall I tell them?”

14 God said to Moses, “I am who I am. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: IMG_1190

15 God also said to Moses, “Say to the Israelites, ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has sent me to you.’

“This is my name forever,
    the name you shall call me
    from generation to generation.

16 “Go, assemble the elders of Israel and say to them, ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob—appeared to me and said: I have watched over you and have seen what has been done to you in Egypt. 17 And I have promised to bring you up out of your misery in Egypt into the land of the Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—a land flowing with milk and honey.’






Dear 13 Year Old Me

Dear 13 Year Old Me

Dear Thirteen Year Old Me,

I have such a myriad of memories of you. With your rainbow beaded dangly earrings from Claire’s and your camoflauge pants from Limited Too, you are full of life and zest and so many questions.

I remember when you woke up on the day of your 13th birthday, the weightiness of “teenagerhood” keenly felt. Becoming a real teenager was almost idolized, and though you thought you were all grown up, I wish I could tell you a few things which might have helped you along the way. So here’s a  few things I thought of; I hope they encourage you.

  1. Life gets better! Judging by your journal entries, most days the world feels like it’s coming to an end. You and Mom are constantly at odds, and you are grounded about once a week. But it does get better! There is life after 13! Keep working hard and keep a good attitude. Give up your need to have the last word. One day, many years from now, you won’t always be in trouble.
  2. These are not the best years of your life, but they are very important. Everyone puts adolescence on a pedestal, like it’s the best time of your life, and yes, there are some perks,  but dear little sparkly earring-ed Sarah, your best days are ahead! You haven’t even been out of the country or to Disney yet. You’ve barely lived! You are becoming the person you’re going to turn out to be. Don’t expect to know how your life is going to turn out.
  3. Listen to your parents! They sound old-fashioned, but they see things you don’t. You are way too young to be so obsessed with cute boys. If you only knew you would still be single 11 years later, you might lay off the boy crazy a little, haha. Bikinis are  overrated. Stop saying you’re not allowed to wear them and go ahead and make it a personal conviction. Begin to make the choices a wise woman who values her body makes, even before you feel like a real woman.
  4. Be wise with your friendships. Avoid girls who manipulate you and make you feel small. If you feel a red flag go up, run. You are still very impressionable. Choose people who build you up, rather than tear you down. Avoid drama. Forgive people. Learn to take a joke. Realize that most friendships are seasonal, and few are life long. Enjoy your  friends, but don’t make them a god. Spending time with your family is fun too.   IMG_7037
  5. People are not thinking about you nearly as often as you think they are. Life is too short to be ruled by what other people think of you. Choose to only allow your family and core group get a say. Be silly. Wear what brings you joy. Don’t worry about clothing labels. Don’t be embarrassed to shop at Wal mart. One day you will be shopping at Roses, so get off your high horse. Don’t be embarrassed you are only allowed to listen to Christian music. Most everything else is trash anyway. Get over the fact that your room is still Winnie the Pooh themed. 11 years later, not much has changed besides my comforter.
  6. Don’t think that 18 is the end your growing up years. Our society is so warped, you’re probably thinking you’ll move out when you’re 18, but learn to love being at home. Home is not something you just graduate from. Learn to love being at home, and hold onto your dream of living there until you marry.
  7. Take it easy on the boys. Women’s rights doesn’t mean what you think it means. Avoid hitting people with your purse for laughs. Don’t expect 13 year old boys to conduct themselves with maturity. They don’t. Treat them with kindness, not arrogance or flirtation.
  8. Finally, invest in your relationship with God! Don’t think for one second that because you’re homeschooled, don’t have a job, and don’t leave your hometown too much, that a relationship with God isn’t important yet. You are building a foundation for a lifelong faith.  You are uniquely blessed. You have had an amazing childhood. This is rare, and God is going to use your purity and innocence in big ways some day. Don’t wait until you’re an “adult” to seek God. Now is the time to build. Continue to love Jesus passionately.
  9. Also, your huge collection of Crocs will soon be out of fashion, but your Steven Curtis Chapman CD’s will always be cool. Oh, and keep your Walkman. One day you’ll be super hipster for carrying that around.

So long, friend.

24 year old Sarah, who is still on her way.


Don’t let anyone put you down because you’re young. Teach believers with your life: by word, by demeanor, by love, by faith, by integrity. Stay at your post reading Scripture, giving counsel, teaching. And that special gift of ministry you were given when the leaders of the church laid hands on you and prayed—keep that dusted off and in use.

1 Timothy 4

My son, do not forget my teaching,
    but keep my commands in your heart,
for they will prolong your life many years
    and bring you peace and prosperity.

Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
    bind them around your neck,
    write them on the tablet of your heart.
Then you will win favor and a good name
    in the sight of God and man.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
    and he will make your paths straight.

Do not be wise in your own eyes;
    fear the Lord and shun evil.
This will bring health to your body
    and nourishment to your bones.

Proverbs 4

If You Have a Case of the Beths

Here’s a fact:

Social media is not real life.

This seems obvious, like me saying, “lemons are yellow and apples are red.” but we have a really hard time wrapping our brains around this.

I wonder sometimes what my life looks like to you. She is always going somewhere fun. Is she out of the country again? Wow, she seems to have a lot of friends. Her business seems really successful. Working for your mom must be a cake walk. Does she ever have a bad day?

I say this not to evoke pity, but to present us all with a dose of reality.

I feel like I’m traveling all the time, but I don’t have a home. I’m just circling the globe, waiting for my life to begin. I have amazing friends, but we are all in such different seasons, and most have gotten married, engaged, pregnant, into graduate school far away.. you name it. Everyone seems to be moving on with their lives, and I often feel like Beth in Little Women, happy for her sisters’ exploits, but feeling left behind nonetheless. Planning more bridal showers for weddings that aren’t yours, and listening to stories anout the amazing man who has swept you off your feet. So proud of that job you just landed in a big city, and feeling small for my part time job. So happy you are a new mom, and yet feeling so empty because that season feels so, so far away.

And I know, I know what you’re thinking. Your time will come! Enjoy this season while you’re not tied down! Travel before you have kids! etc. etc. etc….

But don’t you ever feel like that too? Like you’re scrolling through Instagram going, “if I see one post about how perfect her boyfriend is, I will throw my phone across this room.Or maybe you’re trying to conceive and all your friends seem to be having surprise babies so. dang. easily. Or perhaps you’re still working a job that feels small while your friends are posting pictures from their fancy looking desks and your retail job is nothing to stand up and  dance about.  Maybe you’re involved in ministry and your Facebook posts make it look like the ministry is thriving and you are full of the holy ghost, when in reality you’re suffering from depression and about to burn out.

I don’t know what season you are in or what season you would rather be in, but trust me when I tell you this: all those pictures you’re seeing aren’t the evidence of a perfect life. I need to pause here and clarify, because I hate it when people say, “you know, marriage is hard. kids are tough. it’s not all sunflowers and daisies like you see on Facebook.:” Yes. I get that! Duh! Life is hard; noted.

I’m saying we are all fighting our own battles.

The girl with the perfect relationship might be really struggling because she has a broken relationship with her dad.

The mom of the precious baby  girl may feel like she has no friends to walk through motherhood with her.

The lady with the fancy job may be in deep debt.

The ministry wife may be about to give up and leave everything.

The homeschooling mom of 7 you envy may be on the verge of putting  her kids in the dreaded public school.

We are all going through it, in one way or another.

In church yesterday, the pastor preached on the widow with the oil in 2 Kings 4. She didn’t feel  like she had anything to offer. She was focused on what she didn’t have, rather than what she did have. When she took the  precious oil she did have, God multiplied it and it fed not only her and her family, but her community as well.

So my question to us today is this. It’s easy to focus on what you don’t have. But if you focus on what you do have, you are postured to give, which is exactly what the enemy does not want.

What do I have?

The very great and high privilege of traveling often, and the opportunity to encourage others as I travel. I know younger girls I can pour into. I have friends I can serve as they prepare for marriage. I have a business I can use to sow into the kingdom! I have so much, and I  bet you do too!

Look at Beth: slight, frail, quiet… but I would  venture to say Beth was the sister who held her whole family together. You may see yourself as small, but I imagine the people in your life would disagree.


“The secret of joy is Christ in me, not me in different circumstances.” -Elisabeth Elliot

How to Have Counter-Cultural Opinions Without Offending Anyone

How to Have Counter-Cultural Opinions Without Offending Anyone

This has been my struggle lately.

I look at the way the world is turning, and how seemingly concrete things like gender  and marriage and the right to life are being questioned like never before.

Sometimes I post my thoughts about certain issues, and ‘m really not trying to be controversial, I just really feel passionately that what I believe is true,  because of what the Word of God says.

Then, inevitably, I receive a whole heck of a lot of flack.

I’m narrow-minded. I’m intolerant. I’m sexist, racist, homophobic, anti-woman,  etc. I find myself becoming extremely befuddled. Since when did thinking marriage was between a man and woman become offensive?

Why am I losing friends because I believe the feminist movement is one of the worst movements to ever happen?

Why is modesty seen as ridiculous and enslaving to women?

Why is every other woman lauded for speaking up and “using her voice” but me?

Why have I lost so many friends because I believe in abstinence? Why are these very common-sense views so absolutely counter-cultural??

Why am I offending so many people by walking this road?

This is a look inside my head. This is me being so very sad  when I look into your eyes and  I see you telling me you are happy with your life choices, but I  know your eyes are telling me another story.

This is me feeling lonely and feeling unable to process my feelings because I fear I sound self -righteous or prudish.


What are you saying, Lord?

Many are saying, who can show us any good? Let the light of your face shine upon us, O Lord!

You have filled my heart with greater joy than when their grain and new wine abound. I will lie down and sleep in peace, for YOU, alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. –Psalm 4:6-8

I read this passage yesterday and immediately felt the Lord invite me to lie down and sleep in peace. Yes, I believe these principles to be the path to life, but my job is not to be God’s defense attorney. My job is to behold his face and allow him to shine upon me. I should be obedient to speak when He tells me to, but  never to hear my own voice.

My job is to love people with his love, not mine. My job is to walk the walk He has called me to, trusting he really does have the whole world in his hands. My job is to worship him in my everyday conversation, not worry about what people think about me.

You can’t hold counter cultural opinions without offending anyone. Jesus offended practically everyone. He is as counter-cultural as they come.

This should not be our goal. To be passive or tolerant or hesitant to take a stance.

Our goal is run daily to the Word of God, to be kind over being nice, to love each person individually, to be bold when he says jump, and to be still when he says wait.

It’s not about a blanket approach to the “lost,” it’s about stopping for the one, listening to the Holy Spirit, and resting in peace, knowing the battle is not ours, but God’s.

That’s all I’ve got, folks. Go walk with God. Never compromise. Listen to his voice.  Live full of joy… and relax, already! This world is not our home!





I Came All the Way to Asia for This

I Came All the Way to Asia for This

I’ve been in the Philippines a few weeks now, so I thought it was time I shared a little bit about  my experiences in Asia Pacific.

First, a good  adventure is almost entirely at the mercy of who you are with. I’ve been to some pretty spectacular places, but the  view is made a thousand times more splendid when you are sharing it with who you love. I’m thankful to be sharing this trip with an incredible family. They have opened their homes and hearts to me and have provided me with an abundance of laughs and memories I will cherish for a lifetime. I recognize that it’s a very rare privilege to take a month off and travel to the other side of the planet at my age, and for that I thank my mother and my office manager and friend for covering my position and enabling me to have this experience. This has been such a gift to me and I don’t take for granted all the people who helped me get here.

IMG_5527Now, what have I been learning?

I come from a very small town full of wonderful people. It’s easy to become insulated in the safety of my community, my friends, my job, and my daily routine. The more you get comfortable, the less you see a reason to leave. I love traveling, but even for me, leaving for a month was a little difficult.

The week before I left, a very dear friend of mine was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident, and every piece of joy I felt was replaced with unimaginable sorrow. My friend was an only child and extremely close to his parents, and suddenly I was overcome with fear. What if something happened to me and I left my parents? Not only that but I was missing my friend’s funeral,  and I felt like the worst friend in the world. The night before I left I was tormented with guilt and sadness for going. What else would I miss while I was away? Even as my first plane soared into the sunrise, I could barely hold back the tears as I imagined how pointless this trip must be.


It’s taken me a few weeks to be able to articulate this, but I don’t think this trip could have come at a better time. Yes, leaving means you will certainly miss things going on at home. Yes I wish I could have been at my friend’s funeral, yes, yes, yes, to all of the things you miss when you are away. But eventually you have to get to the point where your fear of staying is greater than your fear of leaving. 

If I had stayed, I would have missed exploring WW2 bomb shelters on Corregidor Island. I would have missed staying at an enchanting bed and breakfast right out of a book. I would have missed touring the  beginnings of a city in the Clark Freeport Zone. I am less afraid now, of missing the good things, because there are so many great things you can see when you release yourself from the confines of your comfort zone.

IMG_4959During my trip,  something has been brewing in my soul. As much I’m loving the life in Asia, eating way too many mangoes and drinking way too much coconut water, this place does not hold my heart. The culture and the language of Latin America do. For at least a season I want to be there! My heart is torn between my beloved South, the place I want to raise a family, and the place where I feel so alive, in Spanish speaking countries! 

I keep thinking it’s a phase and it will pass, but it doesn’t ever go away. You  know that thing you’re so passionate  about it keeps you up at night? You feel so alive when you are doing that thing, but something about devoting yourself entirely to it absolutely terrifies you? You are so scared of missing the will of God you stay put and wait for the writing on the wall before you take the big leap into the unknown?

Here’s a secret: most of the time you will not see the writing on the wall. Most of the time you will to activate this little thing called faith. It’s spelled R – I – S – K. God gave you two commandments: Love the Lord with all your heart soul mind and strength and love your neighbor as yourself.  Then he fashioned you and set you free with all your idiosyncrasies and passions and quirks, and I believe He is so excited to see how you will uniquely serve him on the earth.  Don’t let the fear of failure keep you from ever leaving your small town or chasing that God-given talent. Note: sometimes your small town is exactly where you need to be. 😉IMG_5290

Can I tell you a secret? I’ve been subconsciously or maybe even consciously staying put because I want someone to find me. My greatest desire in this life is to be a wife and mom, and I’m daily  terrified of doing or not doing something that will keep me from being right where I need to be to meet him or  be found by him. I’m by no means giving up, rather I’m choosing to place my trust in God rather than in the safety of my circumstances.

So here I am sitting in the Philippines (watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers), planning and dreaming of a future in Latin America.

What’s the gist? You will never do anything or go anywhere as long as your excuses are bigger than your faith. And sometimes we  have to trust God that no matter what corner  of the earth we may find ourselves on, He hears our prayers and knows the desires  of our hearts.


That’s all for now, folks. Thanks for reading, friends.