seven years later
Friends, this blog once served as a place where I got to share stories of how I saw Jesus around me. It’s been seven years since I got home from the World Race, and since then I’ve seen Jesus in…
Friends, this blog once served as a place where I got to share stories of how I saw Jesus around me. It’s been seven years since I got home from the World Race, and since then I’ve seen Jesus in…
“How the World Race changed my life,” is a daunting question to answer. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t dodged it, several times, since returning home 16 months ago. Where are the words? There are so many faces,…
Here’s the thing: my World Race sidekick is an kick-booty photographer and God has given her a passion, a purpose and a plan to glorify Him in storytelling. Kendra is pursuing what God has put in her heart and trusting Him…
Our contact from Cambodia, where I spent month 5 of the World Race, asked if I would mind writing about my experience serving in their children’s ministry. For anyone who followed along my blog, this was the month I fell…
Hey. Got a minute and 47 seconds?! Check out this powerful video made by my uber talented friend and Field Producer for the #worldracedoc, Kendra Harris! We watched this at the end of the year’s Final Debrief in tears. My…
It’s true. The girl who left 11 months ago on this crazy, wild journey called The World Race isn’t coming home. It isn’t possible. Because who I am today is different than who I was a year ago. And who…
When we finally made it to Eastern Europe for the last two months of our Race, it felt like a dream. We had a favorite park we liked to sit in and it was filled with old men in sweater…
One morning, I woke up with tears streaming down my face. Have you ever had a dream like that? One with emotions so real it stirs you to respond in real life? I did. It was month ten and I…
It was month seven of the World Race, and I found myself in the city of Nizamabad. For me, India was the first country we’d visited where I felt hostility for Jesus hanging in the air. It was thick, oppressive,…