Tears in Adesevci

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


Tanzania Tena.

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.

How short term missions trips can actually be God-directed. 

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.