Week #6Sunday, October 24,20105:15am I would like to set up a little scenario for you if I may. The time is roughly 5:10am on a stormy Sunday morning.  It is pitch black outside in the middle of Eastern Africa. I’m awakened to a loud CRASH and suddenly, I’m engulfed in water. I can see nothing.  All I can feel is water everywhere and I’m paralyzed. No motion is physically possible.  As my senses awaken from their peaceful slumber, all I know how to do is yell for help.  My tentmate and dearest friend, Sarah, is nowhere to be seen (quite possibly because...

Hello Friends and Family! I’m sitting here completely dumbfounded that my time in Kenya is coming to an end… didn’t I get here like a week ago? I just can’t believe it. But, I also can’t believe how God has used this time to completely flip my world upside down and I am SO excited to be able to go home and tell everyone how He has grown me in the past few months. Needless to say, this will probably be my last blog in “the pride of Africa” a.k.a. Kenya, and my mind is going a million different directions trying to think of the right words to say, but...

Hello from Kenya! This will be my last blog so here it goes…. Lately God has been teaching me so much about how he loves me.  I am involved in such a love affair.  For a long time, even though I knew God loved me I wouldn’t let myself be loved.  I kept taking away the power of what God did through Jesus on the Cross.  I constantly lived a life full of guilt.  Everything I did: quiet times, scripture memorization, going to church, and bible studies, wasn’t because I understood that He deeply loves me.  I always thought as long as I keep doing...

As our time here in Kenya is coming to an end, and I probably won’t be able to write another blog post, I thought I would end on a story that has truly changed the way I view God! A few weeks ago I met Amos, in the Bethany Kids wing of the hospital. I was handing out Chi and just kept going about my business. In the afternoon I was able to go back and visit with him and find out more about him. It turns out that he had broken his leg and the boarding school he was at didn’t tell his mom for about a month causing him to not be able to go and get it fixed. He said that he had to...

Week #3:  10-06-2010This is What it Means to be Held…. “We’re asking why this happens to us who have died to live. It’s unfair. But….This is what it means to be held, how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved and to know that the promise was when everything fell….we’d be held. ….If hope is born of suffering; If this is only the beginning, can we not wait for one hour waiting for our Savior?”  -Natalie Grant,  “Held”     If we’re...