This week we did ministry going door to door, went to the deaf school, and orphanage. The first day we went door to door and it was a bit discouraging. We struggled with conversation. Every door we knocked on whoever opened the door kindly welcomed us into their home, but they either didn’t seem interested in talking to us or conversation just didn’t really go anywhere. Wednesday was much better though. I realized that without God guiding our steps and words we were useless and our efforts were in vain. It was much better. I prayed throughout each visit for God to guide our...

used a squatty everytime I have used the toilet. slept on a matress which I feel the frame on my hip every night worn a skirt almost everyday washed my hair only 3 times since being in africa (record for sure!) woken up at 5:20am about 5-6 days a week got used to walking everywhere or taking a bota! seen manafestations (evil spirits) leaving the body seen kids in the orphanage with so much hope when we enter the place got used to seeing africans so every time i see a white person i stare forgotton what an iced cold water tastes like played soccer with kids...

God works in mysterious ways.  He works in ways no one thought possible.  He uses ordinary people to do extraordinary things. He is a God of miracles and still continues to do them.  I want to tell you about my exciting, crazy, and unbelievable week of ministry.     Our team had the opportunity to be apart of a week long revival, lead by a pastor from Uganda.  Many people assume that African churches are hot and loud but that doesn't even begin to explain African revivals.  You sweat.  Its hot….EXTREMELY, hot.  Its so loud that when...

 As a small group of my teammates and I walked down the side streets of Busia, I heard a faint voice behind us calling out to get our attention. Not bothering to turn and look, I assumed it was yet another child wanting us to stop and play with them or shake their hand. Plus, we were deep in conversation so by ignoring the child he would get the hint and stop, right? Wrong. The little unrelenting voice was still there trailing behind us.                 I eventually turned around and my gaze met with a small boy...

Street Kids– filthy, commonly inappropriate, uncontrolled, shoeless, abandoned, homeless and hungry boys who lives on the streets in Busia, Kenya. They have no place to call home and nothing more than the clothes on their back.           Believe it or not, our ministry with these kids is spent playing soccer in large local fields. We divide up into teams (commonly Americans vs. Kenyans) and just go for it. And man, do we have some fun! For about two hours, these boys can be just what they are supposed to be… little boys!...

So I sat here trying to think of a word to best describe God's love and nothing I came up with even began to scratch the surface. God is moving in my heart so much that I don't even know what to do with myself. He has taken my heart captive this past month in ways I couldn't even begin to imagine before arriving in Africa. I thought I knew the meaning of being in love with Christ before I came here, but now I'm fully aware that I honestly had no idea. He has been revealing to me exactly who I am to Him, and exactly what He sees when He looks at me. He keeps telling me that...