Author: Adventures

This blog title has significance and I was intending on blogging about it but I have come to the conclusion that I don't want to anymore. Sorry to those faithfully following my blog. We are headed to the bush this Saturday for a bit. Later this month we are going back to Kenya for a mid-point debrief. I should be able to blog once or twice next month but otherwise I won't have any internet access.  Thank you everyone who has read my blog and has continued supporting me through prayers and encouragement! It means more than you probably realize!  Much love to everyone! 

First I want to apologize for not blogging in a while. Our schedules have been crazy the past couple of weeks! I'm pretty sure that each one of the nine participants on this trip expected to come to Africa to make a huge impact on this country, and change the world for the greater good. We each come here with the expectation (consciously, or subconsciously) that we were going to cure the area of hunger, hurt, and despair; all noble ambitions that each of us would give anything for them to be met. But the truth of the matter is that unfortunately, we can't meet any of those...

another rewind and fastforward blog. rewind to last Tuesday: first day of hospital ministry We were there to pray for patients and encourage them, oh and scrub in on surgery if we so desired. (um, heck no!) As we entered the first room I was immediately drawn to an elderly man in the corner. I don't know what it is, something in my heart just lurches and clings to a specific person. As Haddie and I sat down with him, he gripped my hand tightly and his face lit up. Calvin. In his 60s, had surgery on his spleen. He was literally skin and bones. Missing teeth and wrinkles from age. He...

Up until this point, I had been very numb. There is so much hurt all around me and I didn't know how to react to it all. I prayed hard on Monday night for God to wreck me, for God to break my heart for what breaks His. Tuesday, at the hospital, He did just that. I was kneeling beside a hospital bed where 24 year-old Patrick was lying. And where he will be lying for the rest of his life. When he was just two years younger than me, he was abducted by the Lord's Resistance Army. He was beaten to the point of paralysis, and now he'll never be able to walk again. I sat...