Author: Adventures

Hola? Donde? Que? Como se llama? The Spanish words are swirling through my head, every day all day here. I can never put all these foreign words together to make a reasonable sentence let alone understand what anyone is saying to me. It would be an understatement to say that I’ am beyond words frustrated with the language barrier.   One thing that doesn’t require understanding of words is seeing deep into people eyes and looking into their heart. Yesterday in the market I became haunted and forever marked by piercing eyes that I will NEVER forget.    As we walked...

We are now in the 4th week since this trip began. Having been surrounded by a different yet vibrant language, culture, and landscape, and people group, i know i have already been changed forever.    My peace and security is challenged as i am i introduced to new and thought  provoking experiences.     Yet when i am weak, Christ can be made strong. He alone is my real security, peace, and power.   As a christian family we often have times of feedback. Every person must speak encouraging or constructive  words to another out of love and care. I...

When we went to church last Sunday night, I stood from my seat and watched as the church community and my teammates all went up to the front of the church and were singing, jumping, and dancing for God. Everyone was so pumped up and excited, and all I did was stand there. I felt lifeless, energyless, and emotionless. I knew something wasn't right. I mean I'm not usually one to go crazy and dance around like no ones watching, but to do it for my king isn't something I felt timid about. My problem was that I didn't even feel like I should have been up there at all. I wished...

Before I left the fickle weather of my home in the northeast for the thick, warm, bay air of Guatemala, the Great Father told me something about children.  A dear friend of mine had a cousin pass and leave behind a six-month-old child.  As I was praying for my friend and the family, God said, “You’re going to see a generation where 12-year-olds walk in the authority of their Father.    Dear little Nazareth is living that.  As she sat in my arms I noticed a puckered scar on the inside of her arm.  I was told later that during a cooking accident...

What to do post-graduation? Am I ready to begin the next chapter of my life? Am I really a grown up? I have spent the past year anxious of what the next step in my life may look like. Somehow, by God's grace I stumbled upon this trip to Guatemala. I must admit I was drawn to this trip selfishly in pursuit of adventure. However, I didn't realize that my greatest adventure might be searching out the places deep within in my own heart. I came into Guatemala last week with absolutely no expectations. I left my iPhone and pretty much everything else that I would not go a day without at...