Christmas Shoeboxes; A Poem About Poverty
As a child I filled shoeboxes with Christmas gifts, toothbrushes, and ticker toys galore with my family every year. I used to wonder with delight at w...
As a child I filled shoeboxes with Christmas gifts, toothbrushes, and ticker toys galore with my family every year. I used to wonder with delight at w...
Hope Church takes place in a small conference center hidden between a bundle of other office buildings. On a typical street level, there is nothing sp...
Today is a sad day. Goodbyes are never easy and this is no exception. When I first met my team leader, Sydney, and heard she would be with us until mi...
The World Race has been so good for so many reasons. One of those is that I have fallen in love with my Bible. I have always loved, studied and craved...
I was caught by surprise when I was told that I was going to plan Thanksgiving this past week. Not because I do not like planning, (I absolutely love ...
Southern Romania is known as the graveyard of missionaries because very few come to stay. I did not understand the depth of the darkness in this city ...
Europe. It is just like the movies and the tabloids. I am currently writing this while pouring from a yellow tea kettle on a red and gold bench surrou...
Here is a text I sent my mom today: “I am having the worst day. For no reason at all my computer won’t turn on- I did not drop it o...
A few other girls and I began loading crates of bananas, oranges, croissants, sausages, and some other goods into the vans while I started preparing m...
An hour drive to the Atlanta Airport, 7 hours waiting for our 9-hour flight, 3-hour layover in Paris, France, 3-hour flight to Bucharest, Romania, an ...