Author: Adventures

  There are two very distinct parts of my brain. One part was formed primarily by my engineering father. “The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.” Everytime 2+3=5. The other side lives is a constant state of disarray. I have 100 colored pencils spread out all around me to use 10 in my picture. I write and rewrite the same line of a song for 3 days. There is no reason to the chaos. Ministry has been unexpected here in the Philippines. I wake up in the morning with quite literally no structured plan for my day, even if it is structured its not. This...

  There are two very distinct parts of my brain. One part was formed primarily by my engineering father. “The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.” Everytime 2+3=5. The other side lives is a constant state of disarray. I have 100 colored pencils spread out all around me to use 10 in my picture. I write and rewrite the same line of a song for 3 days. There is no reason to the chaos. Ministry has been unexpected here in the Philippines. I wake up in the morning with quite literally no structured plan for my day, even if it is structured its not. This...

its become apparently obvious to me this week, that i am not good at this. This whole Christian thing, this whole missionary thing, this whole leading thing- im not good at it. i’ve questioned myself over and over again this week, trying to figure out why i am here. Why am i even following this Jesus guy. Maybe i came here with too much pride. Maybe i came here with too many expectations. Maybe i came here too broken. When i became a Christian, I thought that as i grew in my relationship with Him, i would become less broken. That somehow he would piece me back together so that i could...

its become apparently obvious to me this week, that i am not good at this. This whole Christian thing, this whole missionary thing, this whole leading thing- im not good at it. i’ve questioned myself over and over again this week, trying to figure out why i am here. Why am i even following this Jesus guy. Maybe i came here with too much pride. Maybe i came here with too many expectations. Maybe i came here too broken. When i became a Christian, I thought that as i grew in my relationship with Him, i would become less broken. That somehow he would piece me back together so that i could...