If you didn’t catch my breakup letter post (here) maybe stop. Read that. Then come back here and get a glimpse of where my relationship with the church started. I was brought up in church, started out as a quintessential baptist — at church when the doors were open. Being as church kid delighted me. Awana. Youth group. Choir. Christmas…
This August will mark eight years since coming home from YWAM and my time around the world. Lately I have been mulling over my time overseas wondering if I really did anything. I keep seeing news reports of terrorist attacks on so many places I love and where friends have been and I start to ask myself, “What was the point?” I…
This morning I woke up to an article in my newsfeed from a YWAM team serving the refugees in Greece, seeing it made me both nostalgic but also reflective on my time spent with YWAM now seven years ago. I had no idea my time doing international missions would be interrupted in the beautiful way it has been and often…