Life began for me in the rocky mountains of Colorado. From there, my family went into full-time ministry working with persecuted christians. We sold our home and lived in an RV traveling the United States. This is where I believe the root of who I am and what I love to do all began. Traveling with my family in the RV gave me a sense of God's global family and a love of discovery and adventure. Finally, we moved to Arizona, the state of red sand and blue skies, the state that I claim as my home. It is in Arizona where I learned to make deep/meaningful relationships and began to crave anything with outdoors. In college, I moved to Mississippi where I experienced kind folks, sweet tea, and occasionally some tasty fried chicken. It in in MS where I began praying about working cross-culturally and grew from my college professors and friends. My junior year of college, I studied and lived in North India. Everything I had learned previously all came alive for me. It was my most difficult year in college yet the best one. I came back to the states with a fire lit in my soul. I was changed and could not turn away from what I had learned. I was adamant about finding an organization that works with unreached people groups. And now, here I am working in the Foothills of the Himalayas.
The last couple of days I have felt like I have been in an emotional rut. The enemy likes to toll with our emotions, our self esteem, and relationships to steal our joy and distract us from Father’s works. Today was a day of finding wonder in the details of Father’s kingdom and the culture I am living in. I was walking home and realized I don’t take the time to slow down and notice the tiny details of what is happening around me. My city is a sleepy one, a much different pace from other bustling and lively Asian cities I have been to. Men are often found playing Ma Jong on the sidewalk and…
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I leave in six days. The closer my departure date nears, the more I have been reflecting on the costs of leaving home and joining the field. Recently, I went on a run at cross-cultural training to clear my racing mind. I came to a stream and decided to stop and enjoy the beauty of the rushing water. I dipped my feet into the water and quickly withdrew. It was freezing and the water stung my skin. I began comtemplating on how often our lives dedicated to Jesus is not easy but even painful. Yet, the pain leads to so much joy. I sat by this cold stream and wrote a poem to my…
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