Journeying Home Together
But I have raised you upfor this very purpose,that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth. (Exodus 9:16) For the past several years, I’ve been on a journey of intentionality – of living with a purpose, embarking on everything intentionally. This has all been based on the realization that if I don’t do things on purpose, I won’t do them
Over the past few days, I’ve had some of those recurring thoughts. I think you know the ones I’m talking about. “I’m a pretty awful mama. I shouldn’t have yelled at her like that.” “What kind of mother am I? I can’t even make a meal that my child will eat? It’s my most basic of responsibilities to this little person – to feed her – and I can’t even
This post is another in a series I’m writing about the relationships I’ve formed during three mission experiences in Belize. To read more in this series, you may click here. Allison is three. I think she’s the youngest one I’ve connected with in Belize; my connection to her probably developed because of her closeness in age to my own little girl. She is Jessica’s little sister, and when I met
This post is part of a series of posts I’m working on about the relationships I, and other members of our team, have developed over the course of three mission experiences in Belize. To read more about these relationships, click here. Our team first met Mrs. Rash in November of 2010, on the first of our three trips to Belmopan to work with EQC. German, the pastor of our sister
This is a continuation of a series I’ve been doing on my relationships and experiences doing missions in Belize. To read more about these experiences, click here. I met Jessica and Ingrid in November 2010, on my first visit to Belize. On Sunday morning, the first full day we were in Belize, I sat alone on the front row of the tabernacle waiting for worship to begin and wondering what
This is part of a series of posts I’ve been doing on relationships built over the course of three mission trips to Belize with my church. We are in a long term relationship with a church in Belmopan, and each time we visit we work to facilitate the missions and ministries already in place within their community. To read more about my experiences in Belize, you may visit here. While
I wrote this post nearly a year ago, as I reflected on one of my mission experiences in Belize, Central America. I have been on four such trips, and whenever I reflect on my experiences there it is the names and faces of real people who make up my memories. To read more about my passion for the people of Belize, feel free to visit my Belize page. To my
I wrote this post after reflecting for awhile on a friendship I got to watch develop while I was in Belize. One of our team members blew my mind and inspired me with her fantastic grace and unconditional love for one of society’s forgotten children, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. We’ll call her Elizabeth. She is twelve. Her standard American name does nothing to conceal the reality
“All I know is I am not home yet. This is not where I belong. Take this world and give me Jesus. This is not where I belong.” (Building 429) It has been a little more than a week since I stepped off the hot, dusty tarmac in Belize and boarded a plane bound for home. A week of confusion. A week of sadness and joy and elation and heartache.
March 27, 2013 – This is an older post, published exactly one year ago. Since then, I have been on two more trips to Belize and have left more and more pieces of myself there. The same issues are weighing on my mind and my heart today, and in my homesickness for Belize, my heavy heart has no words other than these. To my new friends who are visiting today,
