Author: Adventures

Within the past two weeks of living in the Philippines and doing ministry here, I realized something really quirky about myself. Little did I know that God would use that quirk to teach me something about Himself. Imagine walking into a store and instead of seeing adults shopping or working you see little babies and toddlers in their place. You see a cute little 3 year-old with an over-sized purse pushing a tiny cart. Or maybe a child wearing an apron and working behind the cash register. There might also be a couple little boys stocking shelves. All around you there are children, and the...

Within the past two weeks of living in the Philippines and doing ministry here, I realized something really quirky about myself. Little did I know that God would use that quirk to teach me something about Himself. Imagine walking into a store and instead of seeing adults shopping or working you see little babies and toddlers in their place. You see a cute little 3 year-old with an over-sized purse pushing a tiny cart. Or maybe a child wearing an apron and working behind the cash register. There might also be a couple little boys stocking shelves. All around you there are children, and the...

It was a Sunday. The day of rest that seemed to be way too restful. It wasn't our off day, we were supposed to be doing ministry but somehow it just seemed hard to find something to do that day.  To put it simply: I was bored. I was bored and I was tired and I was homesick. Satan had crept into my weak and tired mind- something I hadn't let him do on this trip yet. He found his one moment of that one day to get into my brain and I had let him in. The thoughts started to circle: "Why am I even here? I'm not even worthy to be on this trip. How can God even use me when...

It was a Sunday. The day of rest that seemed to be way too restful. It wasn't our off day, we were supposed to be doing ministry but somehow it just seemed hard to find something to do that day.  To put it simply: I was bored. I was bored and I was tired and I was homesick. Satan had crept into my weak and tired mind- something I hadn't let him do on this trip yet. He found his one moment of that one day to get into my brain and I had let him in. The thoughts started to circle: "Why am I even here? I'm not even worthy to be on this trip. How can God even use me when...