Breaking Chains

It’s only been four days since I headed to Georgia, and God is already making me speechless. His love, his beauty, his forgiveness, his grace, his freedom, and his plan for each one of us is something he wants to show us in his own way, own timing. His plan is so much better than our own. It was going to be hard leaving family and friends back at home, but I am already so happy that I have listened to God, and obeyed him to go on this trip. The verse for this trip is:   Isaiah 41:10 “Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I...

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Drowning in His glory

I have finally made it! I am at training camp, preparing myself for the spiritual battles to come in Thailand.   The second night at training camp, I had a strange but vivid dream. I am floating in an open ocean, rather drowning in a rolling ocean. There are others around me but I am vaguely aware of their presence, just peacefully sinking into the water. The swells are getting larger and moving around me more rapidly. Just as I began to sink below the surface I catch a glimpse of something just as a swell rises. I strain to stay above the water with curiosity. And without warning...

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Euphoria

            These past 4 days have been an incredible journey preparing me for Thailand. I came here nervous, anxious, cautious, and unprepared for whatever was to come for me. I felt coming into this that I had a pretty secure relationship with God but I soon realized I had so much to learn, so much to embrace. I felt like an inexperienced child among educated adults. As the days passed, I found myself struggling to find the relationship with God that I so desperately wanted. I prayed and prayed daily to Him asking why can’t I...

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Belonging

            Seasons tiptoe in and out of my life so stealthily sometimes- taking captives and leaving behind temporary refugees.  Thousands of fingerprints blend into the walls of my aorta’s waiting room.              In this new season of uncertainty, I find myself pleading with gravity to release several of the grains of sand that have conceded to the bottom of my hour glass.  I long to return to the realm of confidence; instead, I wake up startled, assuming that I overslept my...

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Micky Dee Sundaes and Reunions

I don’t always have the answers. In fact, I don’t ever have the answers. Sometimes writing these blogs becomes hard.  I feel a certain amount of pressure to relay some sort of profound experience and carefully articulate the contents of my heart.  Eloquence aside, words are incapable of capturing all of the feelings that are tap dancing on the stage of my heart.  I’m pretty sure most feelings do not actually have a name; there will always be certain sensations which are beyond appellation by Webster and friends. I fear that when I return to the...

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