Of How God Took Me to Greece

This is a post I wrote on one of my long layovers from Greece back to Chiang Mai:

It’s been ages since I’ve blogged. It’s been one of those years where writing that was once therapeutic seemed extremely elusive and didn’t come as naturally. I’ve been tired. Weary. It’s been one of those seasons where God has led through closed doors, not open ones. And to be perfectly honest, those seasons are some of the hardest in which to keep hoping and dreaming and having vision.
I just gave my one year notice to Ransom Ministries in August after much wrestling and uncertainty. This has been my home for the last four years and I love it in Thailand. The country and culture that captured my heart the first time I touched down seven years ago has even more of a grip now than ever as I’ve lived here, learned the language and poured into the people. I love these people and this place and I can’t imagine leaving it. But I’m tired and not doing super well physically, so through some gentle nudging from my dad and my Father, I’m finally seeing that this season is drawing to a close for me, hard as that is.
It’s like an identity crisis, really. I find myself wondering who I am outside of being a missionary to Thailand, and if I really am secure in who Jesus says I am outside of that. And I don’t always like what I see.
In the midst of the season of closed doors, one day I got an email that was another nudge from God  towards the refugee crisis in Greece. And this is just one thing in a long list of things God has been doing this year for me, bringing some amazing opportunities to me, and just all together showing me more of His heart for me. When my dreams are broken, He brings new ones to light, and they’re way better than any I could have hoped for.
Enter Greece into my picture of broken dreams. This past year has been what could look very ”unfruitful” to my human mind. What it has felt like has been us reaching out and longing to help and offer hope, but the people that we’ve been reaching out to have pretty consistently been rejecting what we’re offering. That kind of ministry is what you call draining, you know? No matter how much you remind yourself that it’s not about results, that we’re called to be faithful and not necessarily successful, it’s still hard and after awhile it takes its toll on you.

Over the past year I’ve been hearing stories about the refugee crisis and the camps in Greece. I thought how much I would absolutely love to be able to go help with something like that, but I’m already serving in Thailand, right? So, basically, impossible. God smiled and said, “think again.” During a period of time that several team members were going on furlough, nothing much was happening in the ministry, I get this email and instinctively knew that I couldn’t dismiss it. I prayed that if I was supposed to pursue it, my director would bring it up while I was at their house (they were leaving for furlough that day so I figured he would be too busy..heh…think again!) and he did. I prayed that I would be able to go over a specific period of time, and got the go ahead for that from the ministry in Greece. I prayed that my brother could go along, and what the world….he could!!

So I just got done spending the last month on the island of Lesvos, Greece and getting a glimpse of what God is doing to draw the nations to Him. It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I firmly believe that God’s ultimate plan for the earth is and always has been to glorify Himself so that the nations of the earth will be drawn in worship to Him. This is why we’re here. And this is what’s happening in camp Moria, as all of these people from so many different nations are together in one place. There is tension, hopelessness, despair, and fighting when you get so many different nationalities trying to live in close quarters. Never before have I been in one place that had so many different nations represented! It showed me that we are all, in spite of our differences, so much the same at our core!
So I was only able to come for a month—that’s just what was available for time given to me by Ransom. And right now I’m sitting here thinking that it was incredibly too short. I feel like I was only just getting started. I’m asking questions like, why did God bring me here? What did I even do? Was it worth it?
Last night I said tearful goodbyes, and my heart wrestled with the reality that so many of my new friends I may never see again on this earth. I wrestled with why God would bring me here for such a short time to love these people who have such instability in their lives already, only to have yet another person walk out of their life. Why does He choose to work this way?
This past week tension in the camp reached extremes, and someone set fire to a tent, which spread and destroyed so much. Some parts of camp were untouched by the fire, but many people who had so little already, lost all that they had as the fire took out several housing sections. Why did God choose to have me be there in the middle of all of that chaos and loss when I’ve never faced that kind of devastation in my own life?
I don’t know why God chooses to put His people where He does, and for certain times, and in situations that make no sense. But I do know that He’s good. So, so good. And working in ways unimaginable to my little human comprehension.
This week He kept taking me back to Isaiah 40.
The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
4 Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain:
5 And the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.
There it is. His glory being revealed through Jesus in the middle of all of the awful stuff that’s happening all over the world right now. He’s bringing redemption to so much of this messy stuff, and He’s giving us the chance to be a part of it. Seriously, right now? This gives me hope. Hope that it’s all so much bigger than my little picture and the fact that I only had a month to pour out His love in Moria. Somehow He can use that, and for some reason that was just what He wanted to happen and how. Hope that the friends that I made and hated to leave are loved by Him so incredibly much and are in His care.

He taught me more about His heart for His people—and that He’s not calling me to come and take away their pain, but to offer Him is the answer.
So while my heart is hurting after all of the goodbyes, I’m also incredibly thankful and refreshed through this experience.
Greece was one of the most beautiful countries I’ve ever been too…here’s a few pics to give you a glimpse.

And I could post so much more, but that’s all for now!



Three Years

Today is a milestone for me.  August 12th  is 3 years to the day that I said tearful goodbyes and boarded a plane to move from my family and all things familiar to Chiang Mai Thailand to join the Ransom Ministries team. I remember how long three years looked at the time. Like an eternity! Now I look back and think about how short it’s been.


If you would ask me to talk about what these last three years of life as a missionary have been like, I think I would say it’s just hard to put into words. I think I would say that the more I learn the less I know. (Cliché, but true.) But if I could put into some main points what I’ve learned, they would be these:

1. Missionaries are just normal people. One of the things I most dislike about being a missionary is when people glorify it. “You’re doing a great work!” People say, and mean the best. But I’m not. I’m simple, ordinary, and used of God. Just like you. Whether or not we’re serving God on the foreign field or in North America where we grew up, we have the potential to be used of God is we avail ourselves to Him to use. If you’ve ever said that to me, don’t fear. I’m not offended. 🙂 I just want to recognize that life is life, and service to God is service to God, no matter where you are on the big, wide earth.

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2. Missionary life (normal life) will always involve an encounter with the cross. I like how Elisabeth Elliot often defined suffering: “Having what you don’t want, or wanting what you don’t have.” I’ve learned more about suffering and sacrifice these past few years because life with God involves this. I’ve also learned that it doesn’t stop there. There is always hope. One of my favorite quotes right now:

Hope is not an absence of sorrow but a refusal to allow powerlessness to silence our cry or to shake our confidence in God. Instead we are to call on God to be God—to protest His silence and anticipate the day when He speaks. And we are to risk despair by asking God to show us himself…how much easier it is to listen for good words that speak of him but do not comfort us with his presence or lead us forward with his promise.” –Allender

3. Missionary life is often NOT doing great things for God. We like the idea of doing great things for God’s kingdom. But in reality, missionary life is just doing normal life in a foreign setting. It’s plodding along with the language and the struggle to express oneself in that language that can be oh, so very exasperating at times! It’s keeping my house clean and deciding what to do for dinner again. And it’s going to work every day, even on the days when all I want to do is cover my head with the pillow and shut out the world. “The taking up of the cross is no great action done once and for all, but the continual daily practice of small duties which are distasteful to us.”

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 4.Missionary life has taught me more about just how very much I need God. Oh sure, it’s something we all know. But I think these past several years have shown me in greater ways than ever before that “Without me, you can do nothing.” I come face to face with it every time I get ready to go out on outreach one more time. It’s those moments when I realize that I can extend friendship and care all I want, but what it comes down to is God’s Spirit in me reaching out with love. I think about it when I’m sitting in the card room and am faced with a bad attitude or challenging situation and I know that I need God’s wisdom more than anything. I think about when I am once again stressed out with life and all it’s uncertainties and He whispers, “Hey…just be still. And know that I AM GOD.”

5. God doesn’t call us to be successful as much as He calls us to be faithful. This is one I must remind myself of often. Right now as I look back over the past three years, I want to measure success by what I can see. I’m tempted to look at all of the hours and hours of hard work learning Thai and think that I should have more to show for it by now. I look at relationships and I see people who have come and gone and I think I should have been a better friend, Christian, missionary. But the truth is, if I’ve been faithful in what God has called me to do, that is what matters. If I have loved, to God, that  is beautiful. “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. ( 1 Cor. 13)

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These are some of the biggest things I’ve learned. And there’s much more I could say, because every day is an adventure of learning with God. Can’t wait to see what the next three years bring!!

Living out Redemption

  It’s always a little awkward coming back to a blog after a prolonged absence. I won’t waste your time with all kinds of excuses except that sometimes life just needs to be lived, and the usual therapeutic writing isn’t the best outlet. My life is full, and beautiful, and I want to do better at documenting some of those blessings.

I’m back to writing, and back to hopefully keeping up the blog a little better, starting with what’s on my heart today in this blog post:  I’ve been thinking about this thing called evangelism lately. I’m sure many of you have heard of Ray Comfort and have maybe even tried some of his methods. I love watching some of his videos on youtube and seeing how he reaches out and cares about people and the Truth of the Gospel.But I’ve also been thinking about the ways that we as a Church reach out to those around us. It tends to be one of two things:

1. We jump on the bandwagon of “my life is a witness; therefore my life does the talking,” and steer clear of getting into uncomfortable situations or conversations with non-believers.

2. We ask everyone we meet whether or not they will be able to enter heaven if they die tonight.

These are definitely two extremes. Sometimes we’re some of both, and sometimes we float around between the two, trying to find a happy medium. Neither one of them is all bad, but are they all what Jesus had in mind when He told us to go into all the world and preach the Gospel?

The thing that strikes me the most about the two options above is that they can both tend towards self-protection. If I believe that my life is a witness and it requires no speaking of truth, then I can comfortably be friends with everyone, agree with everything they say, (or at least pretend to) and everything is hunky-dory. Or, if I go around preaching truth to whoever listens, I can say what I came to say whether someone is ready to hear it or not, and then go on my merry way without getting too involved in their lives. I can be satisfied because I have now done my job/responsibility—the rest is up to God.

Nothing sacrilegious here, right? But what if we’re missing something crucial?

What could it look like if we as a church would be willing to pour our lives out for those around us? To walk alongside of those whom God has brought into our lives and be involved in living out the Gospel? Do we even know what that looks like?

I’m amazed at how much I want my life to look like a nice package, and keep it that way. I get frustrated when one of the girls calls and wants me to take them to the doctor, because I was planning to have a nice, relaxing evening at home. Oh, I care, and I love them to death. But I want to love on my terms, and according to my nicely laid out plans. If I can think ahead and plan an evening to spend with them, then I feel good. But when they come knocking at my door when I’m already in my pj’s, then it’s a different story.

Love isn’t like that. I think about Jesus’ life and ministry, and it’s SO evident that He lived to pour out His life into the lives of others. He spent pretty much all of his time with those disciples who most of the time didn’t even get it, and He loved them, and kept patiently teaching them, and just did life with them. I notice that while He did get away sometimes to be with God, He didn’t just plan random coffee dates with the disciples and then call it good. He got involved in every way.

Why does that scare me to death? Because relationships are hard. And getting involved in people’s lives takes some deep commitment. It’s one thing to hang out. It’s another thing to get into the nitty-gritty of life—the joys and the deep, deep pains, where we have no answers. Am I willing to go to vulnerable places in someones life where I don’t have all of the answers?

How much am I willing to risk when it means entering into the stories of those around me? All around, people are inwardly weeping, longing for someone to care enough to not only listen, but imagine with them what redemption, hope, and healing can look like. But for the most part, we stick to the safe places like the weather, sports, and the latest sale at Target. We want safe, and yet we all long for more.

“Incarnate love seeks out the lost and says little, then gets the best room and board money can buy and tends to the care of the wounded. Shouldn’t that be the redeemed heart’s response to the sexually and physically abused, the raped, the battered, the homeless, the neglected?” – Allendar

What people are looking for is genuine, unconditional love—not the kind that is trying to sell the Gospel and get them to believe so that they can say they’ve won souls, but the kind that is living the Gospel and passionately calling others to redemption and healing through Christ. This person knows it because they’ve experienced it, and their lives are an open invitation to others to come and drink deeply of that kind of love that can only come through Christ.

What can be extremely powerful is when the stories of our lives intersect as we all wrestle with the real questions of life—pain and suffering, meaning and human dignity—and it leads us together to the foot of the Cross.

Who is willing to live that kind of sacrifice? It’s not easy, and many times we will mess up. But then, that’s the beauty of redemption, isn’t it?

When the world around you is crying…

IMG_3736Have you ever loved so much it just hurts?

Sometimes I can hold back loving so much so that it won’t hurt so much to let go. Because truth to be told, God has called us to love without reserve, but at the same time, He asks us to release.

This is something I’ve been contemplating a lot lately. Sometimes my heart hurts so much with the reality that the people around me that I care about are in pain. The world is in pain. Everywhere you turn, someone is aching and someone is crying inside and just needing to be valued and loved. Sometimes God opens the door to extend that love, and sometimes He doesn’t give the opportunity, and we have no choice but to leave them in His hands and know that His love is so vast and so much greater than we can comprehend and He holds them in His hands.

Lately my heart has been so weary of the pain that surrounds me. I want so badly to fix it all for the people that I care about; that are close to me. But I can’t. It brings me to the edge of a place of vulnerable trust unlike any other. It’s one thing to trust Him with your own story. It’s another to trust Him with the stories of people you care about so much it just hurts. There’s a feeling of helplessness and vulnerability in that, and it’s an opportunity for a different kind of surrender.

It’s where I’ve been lately, and it’s not fun, to be perfectly honest. What does God ask of us in these places?  I don’t always know what it looks like, and that frustrates me, to be perfectly honest. But sometimes I think He wants us in those frustrating places, when we honestly just don’t even know what to do with it all anymore…except turn to Him with hands uplifted and say, “Ok, God. Take it all. Take them…the ones that I care about and love. I know that you love them so much more and so much deeper than I ever could. So I trust You again to do what’s best.”

Sometimes all I want to do is be a fixer. I just want to do everything in my power to make it all better. But the truth is, that kind of attitude and fix-it attitude can totally mess up what God wants to do. Which is to bring each one of us to the cross, and face to face with Who He is for each of us. And for each of us to know Him, crucified. He’ll use whatever leads us to the cross.

That’s one thing when it’s just me…but when it’s someone that I love, I can hate it.


We can trust our God. He knows what He’s doing.

He is with us. Always.

Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one
and calls forth each of them by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing.

27 Why do you complain, Jacob?
Why do you say, Israel,
“My way is hidden from the Lord;
my cause is disregarded by my God”?
28 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.

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My world…these days


This blog has been feeling a bit lonely lately, I fear. But that’s mostly because I’m too busy living real life to spend much time on these kinds of things—and that’s not always such a bad thing.

Here’s just a few snapshots of what life has consisted of these past couple of months. I feel rich. Seriously.

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For Rosa’s birthday we did mookatat, and just had a grand time with some of these, my favorite people in the world. 🙂IMG_3959

Never thought I’d just love teaching a baking class, but I’ve been having a blast…and learning lots of stuff along the way. 🙂IMG_3965 IMG_3975 IMG_4038

The girls practiced what they learned by doing a tea party for the IGo students…what fun! It makes me feel like a queen, sitting in the middle of these precious ladies…what a gift they are to my life!!IMG_4043

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Me and my roomie…life without her would be…boring. Like jelly without peanut butter. Like life without coffee. One of our friends just asked us the other night after observing, ahem, interesting interaction between us and wondered, “Um, what’s it like at your house?” You’ll just have to come visit us to find out. 😉 I thank God for her, and I love living with her!

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Studying Thai with my favorite teacher. 🙂 I love it. 2014-05-19 21.29.58

Starbucks with a dear friend…2014-05-31 16.55.23

Baking with another dear friend!2014-06-06 08.34.03Face-timing with her…and counting down the days until she comes to see me. A month and a half!!!!

Hope you enjoyed a little peak into my world…



Roller-coaster rides…

As a team, lately we’ve started referring to our lives as a proverbial roller-coaster ride. This is very true. 🙂 We’ve also commented that we are spoiled for normal life forever. This also feels a bit true, although I hope that I can always be content in whatever circumstances God has me in.

Over the past few weeks, we’ve had lots of excitement as God brought lots of ladies to our banquet. We’ve had more excitement as many of them signed their names as interested in the training program that was supposed to start this week.  We cried some tears and prayed hard when we had to turn away some who really wanted to come, but couldn’t because of legal status (still believing God can change that eventually). We saw the list of twelve dwindle to 1, up to 4, up to 9, down to 1, then 2, and finally settling in right around 4. Then we entered the week, and couldn’t start training because it went down to 1 again. Currently it’s at two, and we’re praying for more before we start on Monday, Lord willing.


That’s why I say our life is a proverbial roller coaster ride. Sometimes all you can do is throw your hands in the air and either scream or laugh, knowing that there’s not a thing you can do except trust God and keep moving forward.

And is it worth it? Absolutely. Every minute of agonizing uncertainty, every tear, every prayer prayed, every person we’ve connected with and loved and hugged, every time we’ve looked at each other and said, “Here we go again!”

One of our leaders sent us an email last night:

In the same way that the person who fills his mind and actions with fantasizing, pornography, and straying eyes is credited by God with being involved in adultery; so those of you who pray, give out invitations, plan, conduct banquets, schedule classes, etc. are credited with discipleship even if no one comes!!!!

We know that what we’re doing is not for numbers. That doesn’t mean we don’t get wrapped up in it and question ourselves or what we’re doing when the numbers aren’t what we’d like to see. But it’s God’s work, and His plan is good, even if it’s not what we had envisioned it to be.

That’s why we can ride the roller-coaster, get to the bottom and say, “Ok, God, what are you up to now?” And grin and hold on for dear life.

I won’t fear what tomorrow brings
With each morning I’ll rise and sing
My God’s love will lead me through
You are the peace in my troubled sea


The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strong rock, in him will I trust; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.(Ps. 18:2)

We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. (Ps. 33:20)

I’m just thankful today for peace in the midst of chaos. For a Lighthouse when the waves get really big and we can’t see anything around us. It’s been wild, but it’s been good, and it just gets better. 🙂

More blessings to tell about…

Ah, this busy life. Last I updated my blog, we were still househunting, and “preparing for rain.” Well, we’re still preparing for rain. 🙂 This is life in our neck of the woods. Two of us have a house (I love my little house!!!) and two of us are still waiting and searching, and holing up at the new center while waiting. Would you mind helping us pray?

This week is also a big week for us at Ransom. We’re putting on a big banquet and inviting lots of girls. At the banquet, we’ll be introducing our new Discipleship Skills Training which is designed to help women find new life in Christ, and new opportunities vocationally. We need prayers! That’s what I mean when I say we’re still preparing for rain. We’re taking a plunge, and there’s lots of really big things that only God can do. But it’s exciting to be a part of the adventure! I wouldn’t trade the opportunity for the world. 🙂

Thought I might just put up some pictures to give a little glimpse of life in my little corner. Crazy, fun, hard, inspiring, draining, amazing, stretching, wonderful good this life has been lately. Here’s a little taste…

We moved! Thankfully we were able to stay smiling and happy through all of that packing and dividing into two separate locations. 🙂2014-03-17 19.34.33

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I had some awesome help cleaning my new house. 🙂 I have some amazing friends!2014-03-19 20.13.51 2014-03-19 20.14.28 2014-03-19 20.14.43 2014-03-20 16.33.43

Painting my new room.


Moving day!


We celebrated the end of moving day by checking out the new McDonald’s just down the road from us. 🙂

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A very unseasonal, but welcome rain one day that kept us waiting after work. 🙂

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My first visitors in the new house. 🙂20140323_171538_resized

Here’s the front of my little place. I love it. 🙂 More pics later of how it’s looking now.IMG_3409

Me trying to pacify my new “nephew”. IMG_3453

We celebrated a special birthday with a dear friend!

And we had an amazing staff retreat. A welcome refresher and awesome times with IGo family!
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one of my favorite parts of staff retreat, besides the people, is the mornings outside with God, enjoying the beauty and quiet. and the coffee. 🙂IMG_3487 IMG_3500 IMG_3501

We watched a DVD series on encouragement, and then had small group discussions after each session. I loved my small group!


Rows of sweet kiddos. 🙂IMG_3506 IMG_3508

When people get a hold of your camera…IMG_3510 IMG_3511 IMG_3512 IMG_3518

I have such beautiful friends, do I not? 😉

V-ball tourneys—not as hot or as long as last year, and my team won! 🙂


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Cute babies to hold. IGo Staff Photo

My IGo family. I’m so thankful for each and every one of them. 

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I hope everyone is having a Beautiful Easter Sunday, wherever you are.

“And God has placed all things under [Jesus’] feet and appointed Him to be Head over everything for the church, which is His Body, the fullness of Him who fills everything in every way.” Eph. 1:22-23  

Amen! Praise God!

Prepare for Rain

Prepare for rain.
Been thinking a lot about this phrase and what it means. Sometimes we look in front of us and we can’t see a single thing that clearly comes into focus. All we can do is take one step, not knowing where it’s going to lead. That’s a little bit how life looks these days in the ransom neighborhood. Right now we’re preparing for rain. 🙂 we’re moving next week…we think. Actually, we know that we have to be out of our house by Saturday. As of yet we don’t have a house to move into, but we’re trusting that eventually we will.

This week was a series of changes one right after another…decision made about this house or that one, it falls through and we are back to square one. We find out something about another possibility MAYBE, and it falls through so we are back to square one again. 🙂 it’s an exciting ride, I’ll tell you!
We wake up in the morning and think, “hmmm…I wonder what’s going to happen next?” We wait for phone calls and text messages with baited breath not knowing if it will be life changing or earth shattering or…not. Haha…

But this morning…wow. God showed me something amazing through the story of a dear friend who was in a situation that seemed utterly impossible to escape from. We asked for a miracle. A miracle is what we got! I just think God loves impossible situations when we sit with our hands tied because we’ve exhausted every resource and don’t have anywhere else to turn.
So we prepare for rain. I like that picture. I haven’t seen it in awhile but it reminds me of the movie “Faith like Potatoes” where the farmer prepares for the rain that seems very unlikely to come. But he asks, he prepares, and he waits. Sometimes that’s all we can do. Pray, see if there’s anything we’re supposed to be doing, and if not, wait and pray some more.

Last night we went looking for boxes because we’re just gonna move, whether we have a house or not. 🙂 My thai teacher says we can sleep by the road and it will be a good experience. We had a discussion about using the phrase “preparing for rain” as an idiom and what it means. Then we had a good laugh because she found it ironic that we got cardboard boxes even though we’re “preparing for rain.” 🙂 So this post is dedicated to her…because she told me it would make a good blog post. 🙂 (Btw…she’s an awesome Thai teacher…and she’s also probably reading this, so of course I will say nice things. :))
Laughter is also very good for times like these.
Life is good; God is great!! We hang on for the ride, and can’t wait to see what happens next! Pray for us. That we can have somewhere to move next week. 🙂

“Believe God’s word and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your Rock is Christ, and it is not the Rock which ebbs and flows, but your sea.” —Samuel Rutherford

Come away and rest…

Today I’m thankful.

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I get to serve alongside some of the most amazing ladies, who love me through thick and thin, speak truth, speak love, and exhibit Christ to me over and over…with whom I share laughter like with few else…IMG_3438 copy

For brilliant beauty…IMG_3440

For milkshakes and a fun, fancy restaurant….IMG_3441 copy2

For quiet mornings in quiet places…IMG_3443 copy

For pools…:)IMG_3445 copy

For get-aways when life has a way of sorta overwhelming you…IMG_3446 copyFor a God that just always knows what we need when we need it.

“So Abraham called the name of that place, ‘The Lord will provide’, as it is said to this day, ‘on the mount of the Lord it shall be provided.'” (Gen. 22:14)

A little a this, and a little a that…

The weather is just getting hotter and hotter…we’re headed towards hot season with incredible speed. Okay, actually I think we’re already there. I finally caved last night and used my AC in my room–I didn’t feel like sleeping in 90 degrees even with a fan.  But man, I’m grateful for the long “winter” we’ve had. And it still cools down somewhat at night.

anyway…enough about the weather.

Tonight one of my friends shared this video on facebook and I thought it was precious. Made me cry. Of course it helps that it’s my second language, and represents the people that I love. Such a beautiful portrayal of selflessness:

This gave me my laugh for the night:

Yes, I love Messy Mondays–I’m such a homeschool nerd. Favorite quote: “If your day had a mouth, it would say “Thank you!” And the lameness of that joke says nothing about my identity.”

Read this blog post tonight and it was just what I needed to read. Lately I’ve been feeling overwhelmed looking into the future, with all of the big things we have planned at Ransom. I love the story she shares about Corrie Ten Boom. So thankful for a God who I can trust step, by little step, no matter what.

Last night I made myself some Thai food. #domestic

lol…okay, sorry, I just find hashtags rather amusing. Not that I never use them or anything.

But since you can easily buy Thai food for about $1 a plate, why bother cooking for just yourself, or two or three people? So I don’t often cook Thai, but thought this Masaman curry would be fun to make, so I did.

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Please excuse the fact that m camera focused on the chair rather than the plate. Here’s the recipe if anyone likes cooking Thai.

Read this in my devotional this morning, and loved it:

” This looking unto Jesus and thinking about Him is a better way to meet and overcome sin than any physical austerities or spiritual self-reproaches. It is by looking at Him, and the Apostle says, “as in a glass,” that we are “changed into the same image, as from glory to glory.” -Harriet Beecher Stowe

Have a great week, everyone!