I’m moving to Georgia!
I could feel the little pull of my heart like God had a rubber band around it that he tugged on with ever growing tension. A little pull back home to the US, a little whisper that I wasn’t fully…
I could feel the little pull of my heart like God had a rubber band around it that he tugged on with ever growing tension. A little pull back home to the US, a little whisper that I wasn’t fully…
I’m walking the streets of a busy bizarre in Kosovo. There’s a family in front of me begging for change, little children with their hands out pulling on the ends of my shirt and pointing to their mouths. There’s…
I was listening to a podcast yesterday on the curvy streets of Albania trying to hold my cookies. An actual crazy man in the driver seat next to me is yelling out things in Albanian I don’t understand while he…
It’s so easy to feel helpless when watching the news and social media about Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. I’m here in a coffee shop writing a blog while a mother loses her son and a bomb blasts through someone’s home.…
The below blog was written about a month ago. I never finished it until now and my words from a month ago are ironically ministering to my heart as I sit and wait to launch onto the field already a…
I may have made it the whole year with the World Race without ever defining what “ATL” is and why it has become a lifestyle I can’t lose. We are in month 11 here in Amman, Jordan and…
Ok, so I click baited you a bit here, but let me explain because that title isn’t so far from the truth. In 2020 when my first try at the World Race was on pause, I felt a…
Picture this. 5 PM. The sun has started its decent, so a harsh bright light floods through the heavy wooden door of our yurt, our only lamp. Outside there is a cool breeze wafting in from the lake and…
I’ve been having versions of a similar dream lately. I’m back out on the field crazy and on fire for Jesus and no-one around me matches my enthusiasm. I’m made fun of, I stick out and I feel lonely…