The Story of Six Months in Photos

To commemorate the halfway mark of this year, I decided to make a post dedicated solely to the fun, crazy, beautiful pictures I’ve accumulated since August. Let’s be honest, photos are the best part of blogs anyway 😉 Packing complete. Hello, Carribean. I like you. I get to live here? What? My hood Home for…

Interrupted by Jen Hatmaker

We looked each other in the eyes, and we were the same – fragile humans who are patterned after Jesus, which makes us all beautiful. We’re all poor, I just have more stuff.

2014: Four Months of Haiti!

Living in Haiti is not without its challenges. There have been days where life is just hard. Problems seem insurmountable. Circumstances seem too dire. Poverty seems too prolific. The brokenness seems too ingrained. Those days are the ones that friends are made for. So many of you have written, texted, called, emailed and even made videos to express your love and support.

Six Week Rule

I’ve found myself, at several points in this experience, marveling at the awe of how well God has prepared me for this year. In ways I didn’t even recognize until arriving here and in ways that I’m sure I will continue to uncover as the year unfolds.

September Update!

It’s hard to believe I’ve already been here a month. I’ve heard a few people comment that the days in Haiti are long, but the time flies by.

Bonjou!

I had a stash of letters saved up for the plane and they were awesome. I got nauseous. Then re-read them. I smiled. Re-read them again. Cried. Re-read them again. Then I just breathed. Thankful for the opportunity this will be and the change this will bring. And then I landed, minus all of my luggage, and walked out into the frenzy of heat and dust.

T-minus 7 Days

I have an amazing grandmother. She is a gifted woman who loves to sew. Years ago she volunteered to make me a t-shirt blanket using old shirts I had accumulated. The first one had a conglomeration of shirts from sports I played, camps I went to, girl scout crafts and the occasional favorite printed tee…

Mack Trucks & Physical Touch

So add that to the list of prayers. That these kids might know the love of Christ, who wraps them in His arms and holds them close because they are enough. He knows them each by name. They are worthy. They are loved.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the opposite direction. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The Call

One of the books that has been significant in my experience of faith is called Blue Like Jazz. While the quality of Donald Miller’s writing has been a point of contention in at least one of my friendships, it doesn’t negate the fact that so much of what Miller expresses in his semi-autobiography has spoken…