Well back in America, on my own bed for the first time… How strange it is to be here. I just spent the last 2 months with the most amazing people ever. Now I am home in an unfamilure place. So really where is home?? Answer to that is: Where God takes me. But to be back in America feels unfamilure and odd. I miss the smells of Africa, and the people we encountered. The family that I gained is now all back to their homes and lives. So time moves on and so does our lives. But one thing I am sure of is how I now have a new family that even though we are not together all the time we will always...

“If the Son sets you free, you are free indeed.”   Oh Africa. Where do I even begin?   These last two months have been amazing. Crazy hard. Sweetly broken. and just plain BEAUTIFUL. In the words of a dear friend “I am just in this crazy season. It has been a difficult season… a season of being still before my Lord and listening. It has been a season of really clinging to the promise of Romans 8:28 and BELIEVING it. It has been a season that has left my pillow wet with tears, but has also caused my feet to dance in praise. It has been a season of declaration,...

God you make beautiful things out of us.  You make us new.  SO who am I to doubt what you tell us or ask us to do? You have the blue prints to our lives.  We are still being built, so why do we question the grand plan?  Why do we mess up our lives?  WE are the ones putting the cracks in the walls.  IF we just listened we would be made without any cracks.  SO who am I to think I am in control of my life? I don’t even know the plans you have for me…                    ...

One of my favorite songs to sing is Nothing I hold on to by Will Reagan. I can’t even count how many times I’ve sung this song and think, Yes God, I put you first in my life. Then I continue to sing, “I give it all to you God.”    But what does this really mean? In Psalm 73, David  is honest and true with God and says, Lord I have so many times in my life put worldly matters in my life before you God. At the same time, I’m thinking that’s completely true. I get jealous when people succeed in school and I struggle to make ends meet. I get frustrated...

So, I LOVED Kenya. I have to be honest and say that I had no desire to leave those people and places that I loved. I could write 50 blogs about all of the incredible things that God did there, but I only have 30 minutes in a sketchy Tanzanian internet cafe, so I’ll just give a Kenya recap…   July 1st: -gave my first sermon ever to a huge congregation -40 minutes flew by as I talked about the importance of the Word of God -got to sit in on the “boys talk” (every christian girl’s dream!)…it was horribly awkward and SICK. be careful what you wish for. -found...

So, if you read my last blog, you will know that my time with hospital ministry in Kenya was very interesting. I only got to pray for a few people, and had to leave without knowing if anything came of it. But a few days later God blew me away with a response to my short time in prayer!       As we went out one morning for door to door ministry, a woman came up to my translator, Elica, and said that she HAD to talk to me. As she started to speak, I was given the most incredible gift! She said that she recognized me from the hospital…I had fainted while I was praying...