sometimes, I forget. I forget how sick I felt walking away from my family, and how I cried the whole plane ride to Georgia. i forget that first night in Nicaragua, hanging out of the back of a … Read more about Build Your Kingdom HERE.
We Gotta Burn That Fire or We’ll Just Burn Out.
here it is, I'm sure - the blog everyone has been waiting for. my very last one. i know, its about time, but i couldn't do it. i sat down so many times to try, praying for God to give … Read more about We Gotta Burn That Fire or We’ll Just Burn Out.
What Were You Doing in the Wardrobe?
Sir, you wouldn’t believe it if we told you. This won’t be a blog of pretty words, of euphoric revelation, of wisdom poured out. But it will be what the Lord has set on my heart, and it … Read more about What Were You Doing in the Wardrobe?
I Don’t Wanna Ride on Somebody Else’s Passion
“But Jesus deserves far more glory than Moses, just as a person who builds a house deserves more praise than the house itself. For every house has a builder, but the one who built everything is … Read more about I Don’t Wanna Ride on Somebody Else’s Passion
When All You’ve Got is Nothing, There’s A Lot to Go Around.
I’ve been baptized before, but this time was different. It was done by my contact, Johan, and my best friend, Nickolas at dawn. It was a windy Malawian morning, and the sand on the beach was … Read more about When All You’ve Got is Nothing, There’s A Lot to Go Around.
You Make Beautiful Things Out of Dust.
The ground the Lord has claimed for Zehandi is purely sand. Outside of that, too - every path we walk on, everywhere we go, from the well, to Senga Bay, down in the dried out gorge to the lip of the … Read more about You Make Beautiful Things Out of Dust.
All Who Are Thirsty.
Water, in Africa, is life. The well is always crowded, the women go to the pump multiple times a day to carry hundreds of pounds of water back to their home to support their families. Water. Is. … Read more about All Who Are Thirsty.
I Don’t Want to Find that I’m Just Dry Bones.
Darkness. Malaria. AIDS. Demonic dreams. Witch doctors. Conflict that occurs in a spiritual realm within our own. I’m not going to sugarcoat Africa or where we live, I’m not going to … Read more about I Don’t Want to Find that I’m Just Dry Bones.
Fly Like Paper.
My whole life, I’ve dreamed of Africa. Of saving child soldiers, of being a hero, of sacrificing my life for the greater good of humanity, of walking across burning desert sand in the heat of … Read more about Fly Like Paper.
