no more recipes or dirt

Shauna is talking about how we follow a recipe and it’s like learning the rules and the non negotiables, and I picture myself following recipes. needed and necessary at times but not nearly as fun and wild as taking them as guidelines and honoring them but having total freedom to make what I want and do my own thing. no pressure of doing it right… I think she is on to something and it’s the beginning of a lot of freedom. I am still making it “right”, if I accept that it doesn’t perfectly have to be what someone else made or did. and as long as I am not throwing dirt into the dish (sin) which I would never want to do! I don’t even have to purposefully avoid throwing dirt in there… no part of me wants dirt in my dish. so it’s not about following the rules or doing it right according to what someone is telling me to do, it’s trusting that I am making something magical and enjoying freedom to make it with the One who provides it all and just wants to do it with me. are ya picking up my metaphor here? no dirt included. 

my lane

it is so hard to stay in my lane. to not compare and glance over and see how someone else is driving. if I can cheat and take up something that looks to be working for them. to copy what they are doing because it looks Deep and fabulous and right. it’s hard too to not hold others to my lane. to try and make them look over and notice and compare, in hopes that they might validate that I am fabulous or deep or light or right. it doesn’t make sense. but it does. it’s hard to just run my race. when it feels like I could trip and fall or get lost or drop out or mess everyone else up at any second. who cut in on you? you were running so well? I feel like I run well at 20 second intervals, every few months. and the other moments in wondering. feeling not enough. feeling not right. 
but to try to fix my eyes on the Champion. who didn’t waste time wondering if it was right.. he knew his Dad’s voice who said “keep going” he knew his dad’s ways who confirmed “you’re doing it right” he knew his dad’s heart that beckoned him forth: the only thing that you can get right is coming to me, looking at me, sitting at my feet while I sing over you how proud I am. so just wonder about doing that while I orchestrate the rest of your steps. live in response to what I reveal step by step. you can do it. all of heaven is cheering you on. 

when you stand beside the ocean

VSCO Cam-1-2I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,

You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,

May you never take one single breath for granted,

GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,

Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,

Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,

Never settle for the path of least resistance

Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,

Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,

Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,

When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,

Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,

Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,

Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,

Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

I hope you dance….I hope you dance.

that song strikes something in me. in us. it’s awakening and disruptive. its a song of hope. its a song of big dreams. its a song of an awakened heart. its a song of joy and freedom and desire.

its a song that i sung on karaoke when i was 8 so its a song of a little cheesy conotation, but as i sat on the balcony of a hotel looking out over an ocean, this song began playing in my head and something stirred in me.

“i hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean” was the line that captured me.

the past few months coming to a ragingly hard and painful head in the last few days have left me feeling incredibly small. they have left me raw and weak and out of control. but beautifully so. because they too have been the gateway to feeling humble. honest. authentic. vulnerable. full of wonder. gentle. so much more alive and awakened to my true self and young heart and surrendered spirit and open hands.

i remember every year since before i was born, my family would go on beach vacations for a week of the summer. this week was a time where we are all able to be together and enjoy each other, catch up, savor meals that we look forward to year round, and take some time to be still. i have special memories of being invited by my daddy to go on a walk down the beach every once and a while. and every chance i get to be with my daddy thrills my heart. i remember how we would walk. sometimes next to each other, but my favorite way was to walk directly behind him, making my gate a little wider than usual, and stepping my little high arched feet into his larger deeper footprints in the sand. sometimes i would follow so closely i would step on his heels. other times i would be bounding to catch up. but i always knew that that next step was secure because my daddy had gone on before me. i felt settled knowing that my next step probably wouldnt be on top of a jelly fish or a sharp shell. i knew that he knew where he was leading and he knew i was behind him.

i hate trying to figure out the best steps for myself.  figuring out has pressure and the chance that i will mess it up so i have to figure it out right for myself and by myself. it leaves me exhuasted and irritable and hollow. if I feel like I have a grasp on life or I’m trying to grasp life, my story is too small and I’m an anxious figure outter. but when I allow myself to be small, and wonder at magnitude, and admit defeat, and let people in who see me and can speak life and light back into me, and trust that my Good Good Father will make known the Path of Life to me, I feel unstoppable. I remember who is more than able to carry me and who is the One mapping out the direction of my life and walking the footprints in the sand that I step in.

i am freed up to write and sing and dance even on disappointment’s melancholy melody. I am surrendered to the Voice that wants to free me and quiet my anxious heart and wait on His timing and give me exceedingly abundantly more and make each step deep and secure and right.

and i want to always feel incredibly small in the vastness of the enormity of Life God has planned for me. I want to walk in the sure and trustworthy footprints of my Daddy who promises He will never let my foot slip. i want to always dance no matter what the soundtrack of my life sounds like at that moment. i want to trust that my heart is good and trust that i am hearing the Voice of Truth who is making me more like Him every moment of every day.

this is my prayer: spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. let me walk upon the waters, wherever you would call me. take me deeper than my feet would ever wander. where my faith would be made stronger, in the presence of my Savior. so i will call upon your name. and keep my eyes above the waves, WHEN OCEANS RISE MY SOUL WILL REST IN YOUR EMBRACE for i am yours, and you are mine.

THIS IS NO SAFE LINEAR PREDICTABLE PRAYER. but it is the most right settled huge prayer that leaves me absolutely safe as i focus my eyes on Jesus, walking on the waters of the unknown, amidst the swirling storms. i never want a predicatble easy life. this does not mean i create my own drama by any means. it does mean that i am open to the Voice that stirs the parts of my heart awake to what he has for me. no matter what. even though i mess up and sink in the waves and cause pain and hurt because of it all. but i am trying. trying my best and coming back to the Truth a little more quickly each time. like a small human learning to walk whose daddy is so proud of everytime they try again.

so i hope i always feel small standing beside the ocean. i hope i always feel small sitting on the lap of my Jesus. i hope i always feel small when following the footsteps and call to the exceedingly abundantly more life that my Daddy has for me. i know that when i feel small, i am more my true self true posture ready to dance with Jesus upon the waters.

He makes me brave enough to leave the cocoon.

One night I dreamed a dream.

As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.

Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.

For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,

One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,

I looked back at the footprints in the sand.

I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,

especially at the very lowest and saddest times,

there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.

“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,

You’d walk with me all the way.

But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,

there was only one set of footprints.

I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you

Never, ever, during your trials and testings.

When you saw only one set of footprints,

It was then that I carried you.”

– by Mary Stevenson




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anders and i got to start off the new year with a passion conference that changed our lives, and a trip to miami that refreshed our souls with warmth and vitamin d and fun.

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we ate a restaurant called Joe’s and nearly cried the food was so good… stone crab bisque, crab cakes, mahi mahi, and lobster mac and cheese. and Jesus showed up big time.

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i got a little too much sun😉

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he said “you bundle up in the cold, i bundle up in the warm”

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sprinkle kisses

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view from the balcony

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macaron shop!!

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super cool clean eats

to becoming love,


Uniquely Ablaze

“When we are whom we are called to be, we will set the world ablaze.” -St. Catherine of Sienna

Processed with VSCOcam with c6 presetso many times i feel that i have nothing unique to offer. nothing new. nothing that i am learning worth writing about. no song in my heart to sing. very few dance moves. no courage or bravery to be like Jesus. more confusion than clarity.

these lies come from my accuser and pull at a place where i want you to see me growing and brilliant and shimmering. a wonderful desire warped a little too fleshy. it comes from a place of not trusting Jesus when He says He is crazy about me. a place of not remembering.

but mostly it comes from a place of me going so far down a road that i think is good for me, only to realize that i have made a formula and religion out of my own thoughts and ideas about how i need to arrange this God-life of mine to be lived out. i feel if i can only conquer or do or get to this place, then i will feel God more or hear from Him more… and so on down that stupid road.

it comes from a place of striving.

i am seeing more and more how my enemy attacks the places that would be the most powerful and lovely, and cripples the beauty that is uniquely mine to give to the wold and to others.

and he wore me out yet again by pulling at strife and control.

why is it the easiest thing in the world to listen to a chorus of voices telling me the way to live, the formula, the to-do list in order to live this life right with Jesus, instead of falling in love with The Way Himself and learning His Love Voice?

i continue to heap “things” on myself in the name of doing more for Jesus, and i so easily forget that IT IS FINISHED.

i continue to compare my life with others’, my relationship with Jesus to others’, and then i wear myself out trying to catch up, or worse, strive to figure out why i feel like i am behind and feeling insignificant.

weary soul of mine, please remember faster and faster that it is finished.

i forget that i am called to just enjoy Him. to abide and be still. to let Him sing over me. to trust that it is finished enough that i do not have to clean myself up anymore or do it right.

yes, i am called to move mountains and make disciples and serve… but if i miss His heart for me and mine for Him, none of that fruit will be natural. none of it will be desirable. none of that will be good for anyone’s heart. including mine.

mountains will move when i am living out of my true self and true calling: a daughter of the Most Incredible Magnificent Being, a daughter who is called to be delighted in and then delight in her Dad and others.

but this calling is unique to me. i cannot fit it into someone else’s calling. but oh do i try. i think i need to heal others in the same way my friends do, or have the same personality as my fun friends, or try to have a voice as loud as my other friends, or believe the same things that my friends believe…

this calling is unique to me and my journey is different and Jesus has different timings for me. my beauty/calling/true self will make rooms hush and in awe and Jesus will shine and mountains will move and my face will no longer be under a veil of pretending or hiding or doubting or anything else. and this is only easy and natural and good and not exhausting when He leads me to it. i am learning that i dont have to arrange for it to happen or go looking for it. He will do the uncovering. as i naturally abide and enjoy Him and continue my journey trusting and following, He will lead me to pastures and waters and adventures and mountains that need uniquely Him in me to bring my true self to speak to them: move.

i am along the journey of figuring out what is uniquely me, but i am working on not working on it. i am letting go and surrendering trying to figure out the next things. letting go of the control. He has an irreplaceable role for me. He has beautiful life giving work that only i can step into as He leads. as i become my true self, these things will come up that are actually enjoyable for me to walk in because they are the beautiful jobs that He created me to do.

so i do the opposite of try: i be. i be with Him. i listen and follow and enjoy and dance and sing.

i surrender and walk with Jesus. i spend time with Him. i enjoy that walk like a walk on the beach. i love others that are already in front of me. i love whatever Jesus brings my way.

Good and More and Abundant Magic and Kingdom Life will always find me and never leave it up to me to figure it out. He will set me ablaze.

thank God.

to becoming love,


i cannot recommend a book more highly: Listening to Love by Jan Meyers. “for anyone who wants more of God.”

there is magic to be done


i hate when i go so long without writing. it feels like i am moving too fast. and i was. not taking time to sit and ponder where my heart has been going. to go deeper into the Deep that has found me. that i have prayed for. i am too quick to move on.

pausing now to account for and remember and re-turn. and i guess to report!

i love you grace, but i also still get frustrated when there seems to be so much to keep track of and remember and control my own growth… there i go again. needing to freaking pause. remember. its not me in control. its Jesus in ashley. He is in charge of my pruning. He is in charge of my growth. He is in charge of my rest. i simply partner and posture myself. and accept the grace and room and remember there is no rush. there is no test i have to be ready for. and everything is connected. all of this Life with Him makes most sense to me when i am constantly abiding and connected. it flows together and stands on its own… Jesus and His Story and this Life, it is so cool to me how they flow best when i am most intimately connected to Him. one concept is connected to another and another explains another.

i finally feel like i am out of school and travel the world mode and into summer mode. while i am still working a full time job, i am able to enjoy my time and feel very present. i am back to enjoying Jesus which i feel like i havent done in forever. i have wanted to, but i have been in my own way, trying to control my rest and growth and hoard love for myself and judge others and not love well. my time in europe really showed me that, as well as my best friend getting married. getting to be around her who models everything i want to be, as well as getting to be around her friends. all that to say, even though i am loving myself more and more, and i love my grace and my freedom, but i see that i have been using my freedom selfishly. and i dont love my life nearly as much when i do that. i dont love others well at all. all this sounds super self-annihilating and brutal and probably not very fun to read thus far, but it is more to be a confession of sorts, an honest repentance, and in hopes to usher in freedom for others who can relate, i dearly hope.

all this to say, this is the place that i was coming from. Jesus opening my eyes and heart to what i no longer want or have to operate in. i asked Him instead to speak words of truth over my summer and my heart heard two words: bride and marriage. as soon as i heard those words i knew that they were about Jesus himself. only Jesus. my Truest Love. my Greatest Love. i was so excited for everything that meant. intimacy. connectedness. rest and growth. remembering. returning. Love-Knowing. i was tweaking and ready. then, in the area of wanting to love others better, i was reminded that that is the fruit of the Spirit that i do not control the growth of. that is part of my new nature that so wonderfully just naturally happens when i am connected to my True Source.

all of this leads me to what i have been desiring to write about for some time now.

the question of my entire junior year was this: how are we as Christians different in showing love and winning others… how are we different from people who are just “being nice” ? what does it mean to love? what does that even look like? what does it mean to lay your life down for others?

i believe i came as close as i ever will be to finding the answer in 1 Corinthians 15:

Now if we have told you about the Anointed One (how He has risen from the dead and appeared to us fully alive), then how can you stand there and say there is no such thing as resurrection from death? Friends, if there is no resurrection of the dead, then even the Anointed hasn’t been raised; if that is so, then all our preaching has been for nothing and your faith in the message is worthless. And what’s worse, all of us who have been preaching the gospel are now guilty of misrepresenting God because we have been spreading the news that He raised the Anointed One from the dead (which must be a lie if what you are saying about the dead not being raised is the truth). Please listen. If you say, “the dead are not raised,” then what you are telling me is that the Anointed One has not been raised. Friends, if the Anointed has not been raised from the dead, then your faith is worth less than yesterday’s garbage, you are all doomed in your sins, and all the dearly departed who trusted in His liberation are left decaying in the ground. If what we have hoped for in the Anointed doesn’t take us beyond this life, then we are world-class fools, deserving everyone’s pity.  But the Anointed One was raised from death’s slumber and is the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep in death. For since death entered this world by a man, it took another man to make the resurrection of the dead our new reality. Look at it this way: through Adam all of us die, but through the Anointed One all of us can live again.

i interpret this passage for my heart in this way: while i believe that this is very much talking about the life to come, in heaven, and a physical resurrection of Jesus, i believe that that life starts now and that that physical resurrection symbolizes and signifies something so much larger than a dead man coming back to life. our eternal life, our ABUNDANT LIFE, the Holy Spirit in us Life, started the second i said yes to Jesus. and every moment i continue to say yes, i am partnering with the resurrection. the resurrection that overcame every power of evil, death and darkness. how this passage was a game changer was this: every action i ever do, every time i choose to do something for someone else in hopes they see Jesus, every time i attempt love, EVERY SINGLE THING I DO is fueled and powered by resurrection power.

that. is. the. difference.

it is a kingdom power difference. love is not a feeling. it is a choice. and that choice’s power is not of my own doing, but the doing of the resurrection and the undoing of death and darkness power. when i do something “down here” there is work being done “up there” that greatly influences “down here.” resurrection power is now the heartbeat of my life. the energy and the rhythm of all my comings and goings and doings and beings. this is what makes me different in the world. not on my own, but because of what He has already done. and i partner and walk it out, but He is in charge of how it hits people’s hearts. i just trust and walk and enjoy Him, and choose to protect other people because they are worth it. i want to use my freedom solely for others to be set free. for them to see that it is not only possible but wonderful.

and after learning all this, i am seeing that i want to start putting my relationships above all else. before anything else. i have my ideas of what that looks like, but that is how i know my life will be the absolute richest.

i am a lover. and there is always magic for lovers to do.

updates: europe. i went there. i went to italy and france. i did so much that thinking about it makes my brain explode. it was the best and i soaked up as much of every minute as i could. quick summary: rome in my opinion was touristy and tacky and i didnt love it other than the most incredible historical sites and laughing with my best friends the whole time. milan made me want to be a fashionista. florence was incredible also. paris was magic. i never wanted to leave. it felt like that feeling when you are in magic kingdom at disney world for 11 days straight.
i have being reading a little bit more which i love. i read the book scary close. i was obsessed with it until the last couple chapters that unsettled me a titch and i need to go back and figure out why, but overall i think i really recommend it. now i am reading a book by jan meyers, listening to love. other than the cure by john lynch i have never read anything more true about me. i read two sentences and i am undone. it might take a while.
i caddied. anders’ first pro tournament i got to caddy 36 holes! i think i did 34/36 if i am being honest, but i was pretty proud of myself. and since this is my blog and i can go on bragging about myself, it was in 107 degree heat. thank you very much.
i am with my sisters and it is the best summer ever. i am working at bull street but mostly spending as much time as possible with hannah and abbey and obsessed with every minute of it.

prayer requests: energy. i work all day and give and give and love it, but want enough to stay up late and have fun celebration parties for no reason with my sisters, to be able to do fun things with anders who deserves my best, to enjoy making plans with my friends and getting coffee and doing dumb stuff because we can.
also pray that all of this will be that absolute truest in my life. that the Holy Spirit will be my best friend above all else, and everything else falls under that.

to becoming love,


walk on

“Travelers who have crossed the Alps know how dangerous those mountain passes are, how narrow the foothold, how deep the rocky ravines. They know how necessary to safety it is that they look up continually. One downward glance into the dizzying depths might be fatal. So if we would surmount the heights of faith we must look up-look up. Take your eyes off yourself, off surrounding circumstances, off means, off gifts, and turn them to the Great Giver.”
A.B. Simpson


i’ve been exercising a lot lately.

its no big deal, but its a pretty big deal so leave a comment if you’re proud of me.

but yesterday i was relieved to not have to go run when one of my bestie girls who i look up to the most asked me to go on a long walk. it was about an hour of talking through sparatic breaths and waiting to cross streets and nearly getting run over by people who were actually running, and poor thing, she talked about herself for maybe 10 minutes, and the rest was me babbling on about myself through confusion and mental exhaustion and frustration. the walk was all around Appalachian’s campus, and by the time we got back, new thoughts came clear. not in hoped for answers, but in the exact reminders and half thoughts that i needed to keep going. to come full circle back to a place that i have been to before, but then make it too complicated. go the long way. forget, and have to re-turn.

these are some thoughts from our walk, aka from her wisdom, that spoke straight into the depths of what I have been wearing myself out yet again to hear.

there is a lie that i have been buying into. so subtle, so alluring, so seemingly true.

you have to do cool big world changing things-start a ministry, go over seas and live without any resources, be Super Christian Woman- to validate your faith and prove your life is worth living. that it is only enough for God if you are radically sold out and seeking the next adventure right and left.

thank. God. i was reminded of Enoch. the human mentioned for two seconds in Genesis. “Enoch walked steadily with God. And then one day he was simply gone: God took him.” that is IT. that is all we know about that sweet thing. but later in the New Testament, what i have heard to be called “the hall fo faith”, he is included! because he walked with God, that was enough. God saw his heart, his faith, and that was what mattered.

it was enough to walk with God, intimately enjoying Him every day, adoring His Presence, becoming His friend, listening to His Voice.

i need to have grace for myself, because at least twice a year i wear myself out trying to formulate and grow myself and figure out and control, and beat myself up for forgetting yet again. for thinking of what needs fixing about myself. for focusing on the wind and waves, instead of the Calm and Rest Himself.

but i am brought back to the place that changed. EVERYTHING.

it. is. finished.

i am under grace. the curtain is torn so that i can love fully and be loved completely with nothing holding me back. everything else that is added to me or changed or that i accomplish and do is icing to knowing and walking with my Father.

it is mary and martha. for sure this is my absolute hands down favorite most applicable and relevant story to me. martha doing and proving and fixing and busy, mary being and resting and listening and enjoying. i just want to sit at his feet. i feel as i type those words that that is the absolute most true thing about me.

do not hear me say i don’t want to do any of these things or take the easy way out. the only thing i am taking is the pressure off. i want to do these things. I have always had a heart for adventure and for new and for big. but i believe that as i walk, He will lead me to them, and they will be icing on the cake.

why would i want to do amazing things in His name to be in the hall of fame, and miss knowing his heart, his voice directing my path, calling me to greater things in time, knowing the Name that says i am worthy and enough and already written in the hall of faith and the book of life, and nothing i will or will not do can change that. he WILL direct me. he WILL teach me how to love better. he WILL show me how to live. but i want my biggest accomplishment at the end of my life to be that i am able to say the Holy Spirit is my best friend.

He will accomplish what he started in me (phil 1:6). He will accomplish what concerns me (pslams 138:8). I just keep my eyes on Him and walk.

Matthew 6:30-34 (MSG)
30-33 “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.
34 “Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.

“Wisdom means to choose now what will make sense later. I am learning everyday to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be, to inspire me and not terrify me.”

― Tracee Ellis Ross

Lizzy gerl to Mozambique!


Sometimes I do not think when I look at Lizzy that I have ever seen beauty shine any brighter. Her heart for the Lord is unlike any I have ever seen. In excitement and Joy, she knows the heart of her Father, and she has been dreaming of showing others in Mozambique for about as long as I have known her. Please read the beauty of her words and give what you can or feel lead to give, and I hope you have the honor of meeting this beauty-full human.

from her blog:

This summer I am heading off on an amazing adventure to Pemba, Mozambique on the east coast of Africa. I need to raise $7,000 by April 25th and I’m so excited to see how the Lord will provide. My fire was lit for long-term international ministry during the summer of my sophomore year of high school. It has continued to grow and Harvest School, the missionary training school I’ll be attending this summer, is a huge step forward into that call. I am about to learn what it truly looks like to live with and love and learn from some of the most spiritually wealthy people in the world. My heart is bursting and this is my attempt at articulating almost 3 years worth of thoughts into one blog…bear with me.

The past few years have been full of lessons. Deep disappointment, overflowing joy, lots of tears, and days of constant laughter have marked the path of processing this passion for a place I’ve never been. Confusion and doubt have threatened the joy in my heart but I’ve learned more about God’s character than ever before. When I was believing the lie that I would never see this dream come true, He reminded me that he saw my passion (he’s the one who put it there), that he knew how I longed to go. He taught me how truly His heart was for me and how He was preparing me through being present where I was to step into the next part of this journey. It wasn’t time yet. So I waited. There is so much of Him to be found in the waiting. We don’t just serve a God who tolerates us in our questioning. We are children of a father who delights in showering us with love. In the middle of my doubt, He sent me strangers and friends from across the country to divinely reinforce the knowledge that was so hard for me to believe: He has, for some reason, chosen me to carry His love to Pemba. He didn’t just calm my fears, He removed any source of doubt that this was His call for my life. When the enemy told me I was inadequate for this assignment, Jesus reminded me that He never asked me to be, all He wants is an available, teachable heart whose sole purpose is to love Him. He chooses the lowly, the unimportant, the broken and makes them righteous, worthy, and wholly new. I am nothing, He is everything, and I am in awe of His graciousness.

I have no idea what I’m getting into, but I am trusting in His steadfast faithfulness that never wavers. I’m not going with the notion that I’m somehow better than those we have the opportunity to love. These brothers and sisters understand the greatness of our King and live their lives with a freedom and rest many of us have never known. The dirty, starving, unloved children of Mozambique are receiving crowns of beauty instead of ashes every day. Emotionless, traumatized, violent kids are being transformed into peace-carriers, made into the likeness of Jesus and overflowing with joy wherever they go. And they are going. In Pemba, I’ll be learning the greatest lessons from His greatest treasures. His little ones who know of His power and cannot keep it hidden. Cannot keep their light under a bush. Are not intimidated at the thought of telling someone about Jesus because they understand it is truly good news!! He is worth talking about.

Everyday in Mozambique, miracles are taking place. Food is being multiplied. The blind are given sight. The deaf hear. The mute speak. The lame walk. The dead are raised. But the physical miracles, while world-changing and good, are not the ultimate point. Without the relationship, nothing matters, nothing lasts. So the most incredible miracle of all is that people who were once dead in their sins, tortured by an enemy who used to hold the power are being set free into new, glorious, abundant life with Jesus Christ! Nothing can compare to the surpassing greatness of knowing Him in His death and resurrection. I am beyond excited for what’s in store and I plan to update anyone who wants to read as often as I can. If you are interested in Harvest School or just want to learn more about Iris Global and the amazing work they’re doing, you can find more information at 

Please please please, friends or strangers, join me in the testimonies that will rise up from this summer. Pray with me for the hearts of Mozambique, my classmates, and our leaders.

Like I said before, I need to raise $7,000 by April 25th. That’s a lot of money in not a lot of time. If you would like to offer financial support, you can click on the link and follow the steps to make a donation  –>

I could not be more grateful for you love, prayers, and support.