I emerged from another morning in the laundry room at Camp Adesevci and found Saba sitting in the breezes outside. She slid over and I sank down beside her and we caught each other up on the last several days. An Iranian Arab woman whom I'd met before, joined us on the bench. She'd had … Continue reading Tears in Adesevci
The immigrations officer looked up in delight after I greeted him in one of the simplest Swahili greetings. I swallowed the overwhelming lump of happiness and watched the random assortment of missionaries and adventurers and businessmen standing in line for their visas. How is it even real...how did I ever end up here in this … Continue reading Tanzania Tena.
I was already late for work when my travel mug tipped from it's precarious position and precious latte spurted out over my phone screen, soaked into my wallet, and ran in a little stream across the passenger seat. Today the sky over the mountains was a deep greyish blue and the metal on Soloman's roof … Continue reading How short term missions trips can actually be God-directed.
There are numerous drafts on my computer but I can't bring myself to post any of them. Fall of 2017 was a season of my life in which brokenness and many wordless moments seemed to be the calling I was called too. In some ways I'm still in that season but I am so grateful … Continue reading Treasures out of darkness
“Mlaja died today.” I forgot the other words in Kim's note as my mind caught a glimpse of Mlaja – suavely watching me from across the compound, and I felt again how I'd felt then – Trying to be respectful so that he would allow me to interact with his two youngest wives. Mlaja, the … Continue reading Mlaja, and incapabilities.
When I left Texas the first time, Jo and Claire both handed me carefully scrawled cards that made me cry, they were so what I needed. I didn't know whether I'd ever see them again until heaven. Two weeks later all the higher powers decided that it'd be fine if Lana would go back … Continue reading Mashed Potatoes and Harvey >Part 2
Miss Lucene called while I was at The French Press doing homework, and asked how soon I could be in Houston, because they need a cook next week. She thought maybe I could just fly down cuz she didn't know of a ride. I blinked and sat down to google cheap tickets. I found a reasonable … Continue reading Mashed Potatoes and Harvey >Part 1