Last Tuesday afternoon I went on a prayer walk with two of my teammates.  Basically we asked the Lord to lead us where He wants and we prayed along the way.  I had an interesting thought at this point. “Last Sunday was a festival.  Today if we find someone at the temple it must be because they are really looking for something.  Those who just do it to pay their dues went on Sunday, so they probably don’t feel the need to go there today.  Let’s go to the temple.” Off to the temple we went in search of who we were meant to talk to. At the...

For as long as I can remember, I have been asking God to reveal His love and power to me. And I felt like I was searching around for it aimlessly and without results that truly changed me inside. I felt like most of the time I was almost there, but could never quite reach it. A few nights ago, one of my teammates asked one of the most convicting questions I’ve heard in a long time: Do I trust God’s love to be enough? Yikes. I wanted to say yes, but I realized that I hadn’t completely surrendered to the Father’s love for me. It’s super easy for me to believe in...

So I would like to think that things make sense in life. That things come in neat little packages and I know what is happening, when it is happening, and why it is happening…pretty much I like to be in control of my life and the situations I am in (aka control freak).   I think when signing up for this trip I didn’t quit understand the real meaning of being uncomfortable. I knew it was going to be hard and challenging and I wanted and welcomed the challenge. I had such a desire to seek God in a different way and I knew that meant he was going to do some rearranging in me,...

Jesus loves the prostitutes. Jesus loves the men who buy women for sex. It's crazy. He loves them BOTH. My flesh wants to be disgusted with men who would buy a human being for his sexual cravings, but the truth is, men are broken and longing to fill the emptiness in their soul. I am in NO way excusing their behavior but seeing God's heart for these men to be set free and to know the One who can heal their souls and fulfill the longing of their hearts. Today, a couple of girls and I from my team prayer walked around the red light district in Chiang Mai. Did it feel weird? Yes. Was it...

As I walked around I was almost overwhelmed by the color of gold… it was everywhere. I asked our guide if it was real and she said probably not, but all the people thought it was. Imitation.  Just like the god they were worshiping.        Incense was burning continually and there was a continual tink, tink, tink of coins being dropped into cans.  Not just one can.  There was a continual series of cans with worshipers trudging by, dutifully dropping in their money.  Wealth given to appease their god and the spirits.    Money wasted....

As I lay here and ask "what did I really leave behind?"  I think about my whole life that I dropped for the next two months and how I ended up in a place so foreign to me, but yet so pretty. I lay here drenched in sweat and the humidity is killing my hair, and everyone else around me. You may ask "well why did you leave? Why did you you go somewhere where your comfort zone will be no more?" And is all I can say is when my Father in heaven called, I answered and ended up here. Yes this a sacrifice for us, but in the end every drop of sweat I drip will...