Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
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It Is Well With My Soul

It is difficult for us to trust. To simply let go of our puny human strength and fully embrace something that we cannot physically see or touch. And yet every fiber of my being chooses to trust that God is sovereign, that He truly is who He says He is and that He is in complete control of it all. 

My precious grandmother passed away last week and I know with all my heart that she is staring into the face of her Savior Jesus and worshiping at His feet. The pastor who spoke at her funeral this weekend sang one of her favorite songs to begin the service, It Is Well With My Soul. A few hours earlier, the song, It Is Well, played as I got ready to tell her goodbye. My grandmother was ready to meet Jesus face to face. She had filled her ninety years to the brim with life. It was well with her soul to see her beloved husband once again. It was well with her soul to be free of her earthly shell and live in perfect peace. 

I realized this morning that as sad as it is to lose a loved one, that I am truly grateful that the Lord called her home when He did. As much as He is involved in the big events in our lives: marriages, births, deaths, I love that He's a part of the little details in our days too. The fact that He is so intimately acquainted with my thoughts, my desires and my heart is beautifully overwhelming. I don't want to spend my life filling it with things or activities that simply make me busy. I want to fill my life with actions and words and prayers that matter. 



Thank you Betty Davis for living your life with purpose. Thank you for pouring truth into your children and your grandchildren. Thank you for passing down your love of gorgeous flowers, your thirst for adventure, your sassy attitude, your desire to dive into a good book and your traveling spirit to me. I love you dearly!

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There is ALWAYS something to be Thankful for.


Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. Growing up my family always chose this holiday to travel and visit our extended family. When Drew and I got married, we decided to try our best to balance our time between family and establishing our own traditions. I love the traditions that we have embraced and look forward to making new ones in the years to come. This time last year we celebrated with people from all over the world with the best friendsgiving you ever did see.

I remember feeling so thankful to have people who loved me scattered around the house and the joy that they brought me. Being home this year there is a shift in the way I feel about this holiday. As excited as I am to celebrate with family, there's an awareness that has also come as we we have returned back to the States. Even if we didn't have an elaborate meal planned, It's so much more than the food and I think I've realized why I cherish this holiday above the rest. It's about the people. It's choosing to praise the Lord in plenty and in want. It's making an active choice to recognize His goodness and how he lavishes His love upon us even in our most undeserving moments. 

We have been given the opportunity daily to praise Him for his grace and I want my life to have more thankfulness in it. Even when we face difficult circumstances, we have the hope of our salvation and the anchor of the gospel to cling to. This is where true joy springs from. This is the source of life-giving hope. Friends, there truly is always something to be thankful for and my prayer is that this continues to grow in the hearts of my family and friends. Thank you for taking the time to read my words and invest a moment of your day in this little blog. Happy Thanksgiving to you!
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Do Less With More Focus

I recently ran across this great quote from the brilliant gals over at Small Fry. This past year of my life has been filled with more change than I have thought I would have the strength to muster but the Lord has been gracious to provide peace. When we moved back to Atlanta, I didn't know what specific direction He was leading me in but the one thing that I heard from Him clearly was this, "be patient and watch me work". 

I'm a jump-in-with-both-feet kind of person and it's both a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that I totally and completely commit to whatever it is that I am involved in. The curse is that there are so many great things to get involved in, that I often want to commit to multiple things at once. Trial and error has proved that this is an exhausting and unsuccessful cycle in my life.

Drew and I's time living overseas allowed us to see that the hustle and bustle of constantly living with a full plate for years at a time is not a life-giving way to live, it's a life-taking one. Choosing to put something on my calendar should not reflect a need to feel accepted. Instead it should be a purposeful choice to choose community and life giving structure to my life. I'm actively seeking to measure the amount of rest in our lives versus the busyness. So here I am, pursuing to live a life that is honoring to the Lord, use my gifts wisely, work in a way that is edifying and not over commit. I love the ministry that I have the privilege of working for and I truly want to give my energy and focus to them so that I will have more emotional, physical and spiritual energy to pour into my marriage, my relationships and my faith. 

The Lord's word of warning to watch and wait to see Him network was the truth that I needed to hold onto when facing a mountain of unknowns. The beauty of not rushing to commit is that you are able to fully know that He brought the opportunity to you. It wasn't birthed out of striving or frustration, it is graciously given as a gift. I feel more peace about my decision to focus on fewer things in my life and know that I'm hearing the Lord more clearly without the other distractions. I know that the most difficult thing now will be to stay on this course for the long haul but I know deep down that it will be worth it.
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Nothing is Wasted


I love how God designed the Bible to meet us right where we are. His words are active, alive and appropriate for any time period. I'm a bit behind in the 1st and 2nd Peter study but I don't mind because sometimes I need time to sit with what the Lord is showing me before I just jump into the next study. 

I refer to Drew and I's time living in China frequently but I know that I'm still processing what we learned there. I think that I will be gleaning what the Lord did in our hearts for years to come. When we were debating whether or not to move back to America, we shared our torn hearts with our directors. I will never forget sitting in their car, about to head into the office, tears streaming down my face and the director's wife sharing this truth with me. She simply said, "Nothing is wasted with the Lord". Tears continued to flow as I realized the truth behind what she was saying to me. Even when your life feels like it's in a tailspin, the Lord will use it. Even when you don't feel His presence, the Lord will use it. Even when your joy has been taken from you, the Lord will use it. Because the Lord is gracious and compassionate, he desires to draw us into himself, even when we try to push him away. 

I love that the Lord desires to use our weaknesses and shapes them into strengths. He makes the impossible seem possible because Jesus lived that way himself. Fully God and fully man. When I have felt the most confused, frustrated and lost, that is when I have encountered the Lord's provision, peace and purpose for my life. He longs to meet us in those places and use them to show us that he was there all along and He is in control. I had to choose to let him in though and now I am able to look and see that it's so true: Nothing is wasted in God's economy.
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The Refugee Sewing Society






I am a true believer that the Lord allows us to see glimpses into his plan for our lives. A few months before Drew and I moved back from China, we were struggling with the thought of leaving and returning back to the States. But the Lord made it clear to us that our time was ending and that he had other plans for us back in Georgia. At that time, we had no idea what those plans were or what we would be returning back to do. We just felt lost. But during that time I had a few dreams, where I was surrounded by women from different parts of the world and we were completing simple tasks and chatting. It was a tiny glimpse at best. 

In the months that followed, the Lord provided me with a few part jobs that I was so grateful for. We were still unclear about what we were supposed to do and why we were back in America, but we continued to trust that He would provide. Before we moved to China, we had visited a small town just outside of Atlanta, Georgia, called Clarkston. Some very dear friends of ours had moved there and we were excited to see them and visit this unique place once again. Inside this square mile town, over fifty languages are spoken at the local high school, people from all over the world are coexisting and essentially starting their lives over. All of these people have one thing in common, they are refugees. Many of them have lived for years in camps after having fled their homelands due to war or the threat of genocide. They are then brought to America and dispersed into a few different towns, Clarkston being one of them. Essentially the Lord has brought the nations to us. 

Our hearts have been moved deeply over these visits and we began connecting with various people and organizations whose desire is to serve the refugees. One of these organizations is called Friends of Refugees, which offers programs like mommy and me classes, after school tutoring, summer camp, job training, food and clothing distribution and hosts a community garden. Additionally under their umbrella of programs is the Refugee Sewing Society; a volunteer group of women meet weekly with refugee women who knit, sew, crochet, weave and bead to create beautiful handmade items. The sale of these items generates income the refugee women use to feed and clothe their families. The staff's desire is to share the love of Jesus with these precious women while creating a sustainable business. 

My heart immediately began to get excited when I heard about this program and these women. Here's where the story gets real good. I had been making crafts with the women we were serving in China and was hoping to be able to get involved with something similar in the States. I knew that my photography could be used to benefit these women and their story. I had run my own Etsy store a few years ago and knew that I could run another one. I had just taught myself how to design a website for my photography business. And there was now an opening within the Refugee Sewing Society for someone to take pictures of their product, run their Etsy shop, redesign their website and teach one of their jewelry classes. The glimpse that the Lord gave me back in China to work alongside women from all over the world became an opportunity for me to now serve these precious refugees.

The Lord is so good to us. Even in the midst of the confusion, he provided me with a thread of hope to hold onto. He knows what we need and his timing is perfect. He can see what the future holds and asks us to seek him for the next step. I would invite you dear friends to visit the Refugee Sewing Society's website to find out more about the women who I love, their Etsy shop  and follow their new Instagram account to support them. I would love to hear a story that you have of the Lord's faithfulness in your life and if you are in a place where the end of the story is still unclear, cling to Him. He is waiting with open arms to provide you with everything that you need. Thank you so much for reading this story; I've created a free printable just for you! Click on the image below to download it. 
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Fall is in the Air

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There's something that you must know about me, I'm a huge Anne of Green Gables fan. I remember curling up with a blanket and devouring Lucy Maud Montgomery's classic series about a fiery red headed young woman, with a tenacity that I envied.  The biggest thing that Anne (with an e) and I have in common is a love of reading. I look forward to getting to the place in a book where I don't want to put it down. As much as I love reading, I also love Fall....a lot. Last year, when we were living in China, we didn't have a Fall season. It went quickly from sticky, blazing humidity right on past my favorite season and into chilly weather. We lived in a semi tropical area and so the leaves stayed green year round. I missed Fall terribly, so this year I am not taking for granted one minute of this change in the weather at all. 

I'm soaking up wearing sweaters, breaking out my faithful moccasins, drinking hot steaming cups of apple and cinnamon tea and I'm on the lookout for a new pair of boots. But beyond the gloriousness of the falling leaves, pumpkins appearing on front porches and the nip in the air, the Lord is showing me something far more beautiful. Fall is a season of things preparing for a harsher time of year. The falling leaves are actually dying and yet there is so much beauty in their demise.There can be such beauty found in dying to ourselves as well and no one knows that better than our Jesus. He's shown me this truth before through lessons that are sometimes painful due to my own disobedience, but he's choosing to show me now in the loveliness of this season that I love the most. I'm so thankful that Jesus is tender with our hearts. That he is patient and willing to wait for us to realize that what we actually need the most is him. And so like Anne, "I'm so glad we live in a world where there are Octobers".  
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When Technology Takes Over: Fighting for Balance


Drew and I recently went out on a date and were having a lovely evening. After we had ordered I glanced across the room. Nearly every single person in the restaurant was looking at their phones, instead of the person they were sharing a meal with. I looked at Drew and we talked about how we never wanted to follow suit.

Let's be honest, just for a minute or two. How much time do you spend on some kind of electronic device? Phone, TV, laptop, a Netflix account, Pinterest, the list can go on and on. I'll be honest, if I'm bored, I'm on my phone Instagram account. My bible study (which I love dearly), is on my laptop and is also accessible through my phone. As a photographer, editing pictures and marketing them wisely online is an essential part of my job. As a blogger, if I didn't have internet access, a computer and my phone to help take pictures, I wouldn't be able to write these lovely posts. So much of my daily work schedule revolves around the internet in some shape or form. All of these devices and tools are super and within the context of using them in a healthy way can do wonders and a whole lot of good. But I wonder if they are also harming the way we communicate, the way we interact with friends and the way future generations will experience the world. If there is not a balance, then the question that I'm left with is this: has technology taken over?

I sat at my computer overwhelmed earlier last week with feelings of inadequacy, wondering if what I was producing through my camera lens and words on my blog would truly matter. I felt this way after perusing fellow bloggers sites with like-minded passions and then spent time reflecting on why I was feeling so insecure. I think that there is something that everyone could agree on: we all want to be known and be heard. I believe that the Lord placed this desire within us to actually draw us back to himself. He is truly the only one who can fill the void and bring our hearts back to the truth that He is all that we need. Sadly I think that many of us can say that we fill this void with social media likes and comments and often find our self worth there. I don't think that's what the Lord intended and I'm so thankful that it's not.

My heart's desire is to build community with other women, for someone to stumble upon a picture and feel inspired, to create a healthy recipe for their family and to be encouraged to seek Jesus. That's what I feel led to do through this creative space but I never want it to take away from time that I could be making a memory with my husband, taking my little pups to the park, grabbing a cup of tea with a friend, creating something original and not just a Pinterest replica or (dare I say it) sitting in stillness for a bit. It's almost like there is always a void to be filled these days and I never want it to consume me. I don't want to waste time and knowingly allow technology to become an idol in my life. I want to fight for moments of simplicity and have technology free days as part of the norm in our life. But I also would never want anyone to feel the inadequate by reading my blog or looking at my photographs, I truly want to encourage and not discourage. I am just as guilty of indulging too often in what technology has to offer, but I want to use my influence wisely and choose to be more balanced. Do anyone ever feel the same? What boundaries do you take to protect your heart against technology taking over?
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She Reads Truth: Reflections on Hosea


What I love most about Hosea's story is that it is a beautiful picture of the Gospel. A man is asked to marry a whore, have children with her and be alright with all the implications that are birthed from their marriage. Hosea was a prophet, a man who heard clearly from the Lord. I'm thinking that that he probably encountered a great deal of smug looks, that he was talked about behind his back and that he wasn't invited to certain people's dinner parties anymore. The only thing that I wish Hosea had more of is commentary from the man himself. What was his initial reaction to what the Lord had asked him to do? In all honestly I know mine would have been straight up fear and doubt. Having waited my whole life and stayed pure for my husband, I can't imagine the Lord asking the equivalent of me, go down to a strip club and ask one of the men visiting it to marry me. But Hosea was following the Lord. He was obedient and I gained so much insight from his life these past few weeks. 

Hosea's immediate obedience is the first thing that struck a chord in my heart. He was willing to give his life, his inheritance and his heart to Gomer. How often in my life do I know that the Lord is clearly asking me to do something and I question it. I spend too much time talking to my husband about it before actually taking the first step of action. Or maybe this scenario occurs, an idea is birthed in my heart and I do take actions on it but they are my own. I will them to happen and I end up striving instead of waiting on the Lord to show me the next step. I envy Hosea's attitude and I asked the Lord this week to help me to wait on him with gratitude, knowing that He will provide. 

A beautiful example of this has occurred over the last three months. Since my husband and I have moved back from China, Drew has been looking for a job. We have been blessed with sweet friends, good connections and lots of interviews but either the jobs weren't suited well for Drew, didn't provide insurance or the job description didn't match what the company actually needed. A few weeks ago I felt my anxiety grow and as much as I was asking the Lord to help me give it to him, I was also holding onto it. As Drew was job hunting, I knew that through re-launching my photography business, as well as nannying, that I could provide some income for us. As excited as I was to officially have a photography business of my own, I was equally terrified. Unlike the other photography jobs in the past, there was no one to bounce my questions off of and I felt like there wasn't anyone who could really "get it". At the same time that I felt completely inadequate, the Lord started providing me jobs. And not just one job but many. In my doubt, He provided. In my feelings of inadequacy, He reassured me (and thankfully my husband rocked at this as well). In my joy, He gave me peace. And if that didn't top the cake, last week He provided a job for Drew as well. I was getting my hair cut and my lovely hairdresser shared with me that her husband's company sounded like a great fit for Drew! Drew is now in training and loves that fact that he will be able to help people for a living.

Just like the Israelites, like Gomer and the people of Ephriam, I am guilty of doubting that the Lord will come through for me. But He does, every single time. I connected the most with the following quotes from the Hosea study:

"God calls us to seek Him because he desires good for us and not destruction".

"It's by His beckoning and His help that we even so much as turn our eyes to Him".

"As the ever faithful groom, He remains. Even as His anger burns over the unfaithfulness of his bride, he forgives her. He provides her a fresh start. And even, in His severe mercy, he withholds good things from her, that she might return to Him". 

"So you, by the help of your God
RETURN,
hold fast to love and justice,
and wait continually for your God"
Hosea 12:6

Even though I don't desire my heart to stray, it wanders. Even when I try and will myself to be obedient, I know that I will sin. Thankfully God has made a way for us to be with Him and even in wandering and doubt, HE is the one who leads us back to himself. How beautiful is the heart of the Lord? I am so thankful for His mercy and desire to be obedient to His plan for me. He even provided this study in a time when I needed to hear it the most!  Did you follow along with the study? I would love to hear a bit from your heart! 
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*If you would like to read the She Reads Truth study on Hosea, head on over to their website, here.

Story Behind the Photo: San Marcos de Colon, Honduras


I have realized that I live for moments that take my breath away. The goose-bump giving, mind blowing, God given revelations that assure me of His presence in the day to day. This story is no exception. As I mentioned the previous Story Behind the Photo post, a few years ago I visited a small village in the heart of Honduras. As my heart often tends to do on trips like these, I was drawn to the children living there. 

At first your heart breaks for their meager living conditions, their dirty, shoe less feet and their tattered clothing. My heart ached for them and secretly wished that I could scoop each of them up and take them home with me. But then the Lord pushed me to look deeper than their circumstances, their living conditions or just simply the location of their homes. He was asking me to look and find Him in the moment. A few seconds later, I turned around to see two brothers riding bareback and ecstatic to see a group of Americans close to their home. And I saw joy. All over their precious faces. I saw love in the way that they interacted with each other and their families. Yes, they needed medical care. Of course their home could use a little tender loving care. But it was almost as if I saw a small picture of how the Lord sees us in that moment. Tattered, in need of repair, in need of rescue, just waiting for a glimpse of glory to give us hope. 



The remainder of that week I kept thinking of that moment. Just like Jesus, our rescuer, riding up on horseback to save the day. I'm so thankful for the small moments that I was able to spend with the children in that tiny village. To encourage a smile, to play a simple game of hide and seek, to give a hug or a piggy back ride. And to be reminded in the midst of difficult circumstances that Jesus is there. He patiently waits for us to look to him when we are in need of rescuing and healing.
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Returning Back After Life Overseas: Part 2


My husband and I have some great stories that I can't wait to share more of and most of them have to do with differences in cultures. We often felt out of place living there and even coming back here we feel a bit like fish out of water. My husband read a fantastic article the other day that a friend had shared and I thought it would help give others some perspective on life in a foreign country. And so I present to you "20 Things No One Told You About Moving Overseas" by The Bray Family. (It's a bit of a lengthy read but worth it, especially if you are overseas or have lived overseas in the past). If you missed part one of the series, check it out here.

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One of the more popular comments we get from people about living overseas is “You are so lucky! You are living my dream! What an incredible way to live!”. They’re right, it’s pretty darn amazing. When we made the decision to move to the Philippines, we knew there would be issues, inconveniences, and life would be far from perfect, but all that was glazed over by the (mostly self-imposed) promise of adventure and life-altering experiences in store. At about six months, the rose colored glasses began to come off, and reality set in. While venting with a fellow foreigner who has been here for several years on a rough day, we asked, “why didn’t you warn us about this?”, and his reply was, “I knew if I told you, you probably wouldn’t come!”. Awesome. Now I know that people probably don’t intentionally withhold information, a lot of it can be chalked up to amnesia from years of not knowing otherwise, and perhaps there is a bit fiendish pleasure of seeing others go through the same struggles we faced when fresh off the plane. Then it’s labeled as “a learning experience”. All that said, forget the adventure, forget the warm weather and the lure of a far off land for a moment, and just take this advice. After talking to countless missionaries and foreigners over the last few years, here are 20 things no one will tell you about moving overseas:
1. You will love fast food, even if you didn’t before. We rarely ate at McDonald’s in the States, but here, it just tastes like home. I have several friends who never stepped foot in a Starbucks until they moved overseas. Food is familiarity, something we all need once in a while. As bomb diggety as the local food is, we all need a fatty burger and a latte sometimes.
2. No matter how “easy” it is on paper to start a business, get a visa, make a major purchase, or start a “government approved” ministry, government bureaucracy and red tape runs deep. Multiple sources gave us similar timelines for achieving these things, but when we finally got them wrapped up, months after our projections, the response from others was, “wow, that was really fast!”. So, taking twice as long as expected is “really fast”.
3. You will not become a different person. You will not be super person. You will grow and change, but dont expect to climb off the plane and be instantly a new improved you. This is a biggie. I think on short term trips, people are more willing to step out of those comfort zones and stretch themselves, since there is a “now or never” mentality. If you weren’t serving or involved at home, chances are, you won’t serve overseas. If you weren’t an evangelist at home, you will not magically transform once you clear customs. And it’s OK. Missions and ministry takes all forms, the body needs all parts to function. Find your niche, and do YOUR best. However, this is not an excuse for inactivity. Since time is more infinite, and tomorrow is always a possibility, it’s easy to settle for a lower standard. Don’t. Push yourself everyday, stretch yourself everyday.
4. Your local circle of friends will be more like a revolving door. People come, people go, some stay long term, but friendships need to be held with an open hand. God brings people into our lives for seasons, and it’s important to invest in those friendships while you’re in the same place. If you make the effort, they will bridge the miles later.
5. Speaking of friendships, you will get jealous of friends at home! Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and good old email are phenomenal tools to keep in touch, but they are also tools that can cause jealousy, loneliness, and doubt in what you’re doing. While your friends long to be in your pictures of the beach, or surrounded by adorable foreign kiddos, you look at their pictures of birthday parties, holidays, and wide open spaces and feel a pang of “I wish I was there!”. Remember, social media shows the highlight reel of our lives, not the daily grind.
6. It’s very hard to vent or debrief with friends back home. Even your closest friends, family, and allies. People will not understand your complaints, they often see it as a long term missions trip. They see you living in a fairy tale. They don’t see everything on this list! It’s important to find someone, a friend, fellow foreigner, or mentor who will listen to your complaints and frustrations without judging, laughing, or sarcastically saying, “wow, must be hard to live your life!”. Yep, sometimes, believe it or not, it’s hard.
7. Things take longer, and are done at a lower quality standard. The rest of the world moves at a slower pace than us Westerners. Which is usually a good thing. It results in lower stress and better relationships. It also results in repairs and other services taking twice as long. We sit back and wonder, “Why doesn’t this guy just invest in a power tool for cripes sake?!? It’s taking him two hours to chisel that hole that I could do with an air tool in seconds! Arrrgh!”. Those are the times to come down off the ethnocentric pedestal and remind yourself that 1) Power tools are expensive and 2) They have been doing it this way for ages, and while we don’t get it, they are fine with it, and the end result is the same. Usually. Work quality is far below what we’re used to, and while it’s frustrating to take the car in to have the same repair done four times, it happens. Guess what? You’re living in a developing nation. This is not the United States, or even “US Light”. You need to adapt, not them.
8. Things (aka luxuries!) are more expensive. People will tell you how you will live like royalty, how you can live on $20 a month, and life will be just grand. False. While it’s possible to live “locally” and spend a lot less, most foreigners spend about the same here as they did at home. That said, housing is less, local (market) foods are less, and entertainment is less. But, if you’re craving that McDonald’s, or basically any food that comes from somewhere else, you’ll pay about the same, or more. “Extreme” luxuries, such as tools, kitchen appliances, cars, clothing, etc., will usually run about double. And speaking of clothing…
9. It will be hard to find clothes that fit. The majority of the world is much smaller than us tall, husky Westerners, and anything over a size 6 is a bit of a novelty. If you can find “plus size” clothing, for women at least, the styles are usually styled after Miami Beach retirees, if you get my drift. Eventually, all of your clothes will have holes, stains, and will be thread bare due to the harsh environment, lack of stain removal products, and hours of drying in the sun. 
10. You will get tired of being stared at. Even after being here a few years, we get daily stares when we leave the house. Everyone wants to be your “friend”. Seriously, and at the risk of sounding narcissistic, I can understand on a minor level what celebrities deal with. There are days I just don’t want to leave the house, or run to the store to pick up two items, for fear of the constant attention. It’s amazing how people study your every move, and watch what you put in your cart. Yes, we buy toilet paper and bread too! Isn’t that just crazy?!? and Andrew, our 14 year old, garners a lot of attention, especially from giggly girls, and as of now, is completely oblivious to it. Other missionaries have said that their kids never “got it” until returning to the States, then they wondered why they didn’t get constant, undivided attention.
1. You will never fully grasp the culture, no matter how long you are in one place. Just like you physically stick out, your attitudes, beliefs, and roots are deep. You can adapt, and accept, but there are things you will just never fully understand. And it’s OK, as long as you accept that things are done differently than you might have chosen.
12. Learning the language takes time. I love movies where the foreign character arrives in America, doesn’t speak a word of English, and within two weeks is fully fluent, complete with pop culture references and obscure idioms. There are exceptions, some people are hard wired to pick up languages, but for us normal folk, it takes time. Years. You will make mistakes, and the locals will laugh, but I promise, they will appreciate the effort. Don’t get discouraged, practice as much as you can, ask questions about vocabulary and grammar, and it will come.
13. You will be confronted with realities firsthand that are hard to imagine. Problems that were faraway and didn’t bare themselves in the “clean” western world will smack you in the face. In the last two years, we have narrowly missed three major typhoons, a phenomenon that before only appeared to us on international news. Privacy is not part of the culture in the majority of the world. This leads to personal tragedies being viewed by all, out in the open, exposed and vulnerable. Grisly car and motorcycle accidents are not covered up or cordoned off. Prostitutes walk the streets openly at night, and dirty, begging children aggressively approach cars at busy intersections. Disease and disfigurement are not covered up. I hate to say “you’ll get used to it”, because that just seems to minimize it, but you will adjust to the shock over time. It doesn’t make it less tragic, but it’s necessary to find a way to cope.
14. People back home may expect it, but you will not save the world. But, for a few, you can change their world. This falls under the “super human” category. Supporters will send $50, and say, “Here, now you can buy seeds, and start a completely sustainable farm for a village, for life! In one weekend!” Oh, how I wish it was so easy! Projects take time, relationship building, training, and yes, financing. Even the smallest project costs more than expected, and takes time. If you have enough confidence in the person to help fund them, you must have confidence in their ability to be good stewards of what they’re given, and make good, prayerful decisions.
15. You will eventually surrender in the war against the insects. All the bug spray, organic mixes, bug traps, and secret formulas that Grandma swore by will not completely eliminate bugs in the majority of the world. Do what you can, seal you food as tight as you can, check your holey clothes before putting them on, and move on. Extra protein, right?
6. When you return home for visits, high on all your experiences and full of stories, just know that not everyone will be as enthusiastic as you are. And that’s OK. We all have interests, and travel is not for everyone. Just spend time with those you love, be yourself, and when stories come up, great! Remember that people at home will have stories too, life didn’t stop for them once you climbed on the plane. Don’t come home expecting all eyes and attention will be on you, remember that only happens when you’re overseas ;)
17. You will lose your temper, and have “ugly” un-Christian moments. We all do. As a missionary, or even an ex-pat, yes, we are supposed to constantly walk around with a smile and a Bible in hand, without a care in the world. Not true. We all have bad days. Just like everyone else in the world. We’re supposed to be “representatives” for our country, and the Kingdom of God, but we snap, we say things, and openly express our frustration. This applies to sales clerks, government officials, the street kids that relentlessly panhandle after firmly being told no, and our own families. Fortunately, most people are forgiving, as is our God. Apologize quickly, forgive quickly, and move forward with a smile. Then go home, scream into your pillow, and call your venting buddy.
But it’s not all bad news!
18. You will find strengths you never knew you had, or develop strengths you didn’t have before! All these “refining” experiences will grow you, if you let them. Your patience, endurance, creativity, and faith will grow in ways you never thought possible. If you want to be successful, all these attributes are necessary for survival.
19. You will find sentimental connections with your adopted culture, and will really miss things if/when you return to your homeland. While you’ll never fully adopt the culture of your host country, you will build deep connections with parts of it, and the people that are a part of it.
20. You will meet people on every economic level and background, and soon learn how alike we all are. Instead of going to “help”, you learn you have come to “partner”. You will learn that other lifestyles are just as fulfilling and legitimate as the “American Dream” we are all brainwashed into thinking is the pinnacle of success.




Returning Home After Life Overseas: Part 1


It's been three months since Drew and I returned home from China and coming home has been a whirlwind full of visits with our families and friends, job searching and adjusting back to American culture. Typically the first question we are asked to answer is, "So, How was China?". My first reaction is usually an overwhelming feeling of panic as I try to compact a year of our living there into, "It was great! Difficult but very rewarding". It's been hard to find the words to fully convey to someone who truly cares and desires to hear about your life, but honestly will not be able to truly connect to what we went through, unless they experienced it for themselves. Don't get be wrong, I want to share my heart with others about what we went through, to tell the stories of the young women we were living life with, it's just that a lot of what we saw and heard was full of pain. So much of what we witnessed in living there was packed with controversy, topics that will never make headline news because of serious political and dangerous implications but topics that regardless of these implications need someone to act upon them. There is so much background information that we learned about the country, the people and the culture that to try and tell stories quickly is nearly impossible. I know that it will take time for the Lord to help me process through it, for now it's good for me to talk to my husband, who thankfully gets it and journal my heart out. 


We have enjoyed our time living with my parents and we are so thankful to be blessed by their love and generosity. This adjustment period has been alright overall but there are times when something will hit you unexpectedly and you will have a "hard America" day. I was talking to a friend this week about how many things I took for granted that are common place in America. Everything is so easy here. Daily tasks (praise Him for clothes dryers), the ability to speak to (pretty much) everyone you meet in English, driving around and not having to use public transportation, a variety of food choices, having indoor plumbing with a Western style toilet (if you've never experienced a "squatty potty", you're not missing much), the ability to shop in a store that will offer the ingredients you are looking for, central heating and air and the easy access to friends and family. As grateful as we are to be back and be surrounded by so much comfort, we feel guilty. We know that it's from the enemy and are actively fighting against it but it's tough. In China, we grew accustomed to a new town, new people, seeing poverty (I don't know if you can ever really adjust to it but it becomes a bit more a part of what you encounter day in and day out) and even in the joy we did experience, what we went through was difficult. Life changing. And we know that we won't ever do life the same way that we used to. We are trying to take each day as it comes and be patient for what is ahead.


A good friend shared some truth with me as we were deciding whether we were going to remain in China or move back to the US. I've gone back to this truth so often as we have been home and I'm so grateful for her wisdom. She told me that what we were doing in China was difficult and it's okay to both admit and acknowledge that fact. She told me that the Lord chose us to carry out what He desired during our time there and to feel cherished to be the ones to fulfill the task. She told me that whatever we decided and wherever we are living that there would be open doors to minister to others and serve Him wholeheartedly. I am so grateful for our time there, my heart wants to burst when I think of the girls we were serving and how much I miss doing life with them daily. I fell in love with their culture, their language, their smiles and their hearts. I feel like a little part of my family has gone away on a trip except I won't be able to contact them.


At the same I'm so ready to live in our own home, start pouring my heart into new women and start over here. I feel like the Lord constantly has us in a new waiting period but I think that it's honestly the best place to be. Rushing His timing, you can miss something: a blessing, an opportunity, a warning, that you may need in the next phase that He has awaiting you. I read this little tidbit just the other day, referring to Moses and his disobedience that led to forty years in the wilderness, He thought it would bring relief, but it made the burden on the Israelites almost unbearable. That's what happens when we try to make things go faster, we usually slow things down. When we try to make things easier, we usually make them harder. Don't try to manufacture your own miracles. Don't try to answer your own prayers. Don't try to do God's job for Him. Stay humble. Stay patient. Stay focused. (40 Days of Prayer by North Point Ministries). And so as my heart is trying to heal from leaving "our girls", I'm trying to be patient for what He has been brewing in my heart. Ever feel the same way? Have some wisdom to share? I'd love to hear all about it.
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She Reads Truth

 


So I don't know if you guys have heard but there is an online community of women who are serious about making time with the Lord top priority. While I was living overseas, I didn't have the ability to go down to Barnes and Noble for a devotional to read. I kept hearing about She Reads Truth and I was intrigued by the concept of making your online life a bit more about Jesus and community.

I was able to purchase their phone app and view their website and I was throughly encouraged and challend by what I was reading. I highly recommend She Reads Truth to any woman who desires to feel known, heard and poured into.

She Reads Truth has poured into me this past year and I would love for you to check it out! Their brand spanking new app launched just a few days ago and it's powerful!

Thank you She Reads Truth community for loving on my when I was without community and for providing this amazing resource to women everywhere.

Check out their website or take a look at their app on ITunes.

Blessings y'all
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My Faith Story



Hey there!
I thought that it would be nice to truly introduce myself to you on this little blog by sharing my faith story. I was born and lived most of my childhood in Jacksonville, Florida. My dad's job transferred our family to Atlanta, Georgia as I was entering middle school. I'm delightfully close to my mom and dad and am so thankful for their relationships. I have a younger sister named Bekah, who is not only my sister, but my very best friend. We were blessed to be raised in a Christian home, where the gospel was clearly displayed before us. The older I become, the more thankful I am for my parents, whose Godly example helped shape me into the woman I am today.  When I was a little girl, I was small, shorter than anyone else I knew, timid, absolutely hated to be alone and was terrified of strangers. I loved being a student at school but would cry my eyes out leaving my mother's car nearly every morning until 2nd grade. My sweet mother would hide notes in my coat pockets and my lunch box, so that throughout the day I would be reminded to be courageous and I also knew that my mother would be praying for me. My family has a running joke of how I was too scared to go ask for a ketchup packet at a fast food restaurant and I made my younger sister go get it for me.

One afternoon, when I was in third grade, I came home from school and told my mom that I wanted Jesus in my life. I remember praying with her in my room on my bed and I remember not feeling so afraid anymore.

Flashing forward, I don't really think that it was until high school that the Lord starting showing me to trust that when I step out, He has already gone before me, prepared the way and knows the outcome. Throughout high school my heart grew stronger, bolder and as I learned to trust and obey, He never failed me. College skyrocketed me into a whole new level and my many small groups, college ministry and sweet friendships helped me understand how true accountability and doing life together matters. Now I no longer felt scared by the world and my surroundings, instead I wanted to conquer them for Him. 

I remember attending 7:22 at Northpoint Church and one message from Louie Giglio has stuck with me ever since. He brought out a piece of a picket fence and set it in front of him. He began to talk about how we've all be fooled into believing how our lives should look. That the enemy had so deeply planted simple lies that seem so inconsequential, that when looked at individually, you would never suspect that he was actually up to no good. For example, who ever told you when you were little that this is what they expected of you: graduate high school, graduate college, find a job, find your soul mate, get married, have kids, retire and grow old. None of these things are innately bad. I'm an educator, I want my students to succeed as they grow older. But what if following this path led to you playing it safe and missing out on your role in His story. Maybe someone did tell you that this was how life was supposed to look, but for me I don't remember someone spelling this out and yet it was what was expected of me. Going against the grain and doing something different was just plain weird. He spoke of how maybe this was how the world wanted your life to look ...comfortable...easy...familiar...and with little risk involved. The American Dream...complete with a white picket fence. It shook me to the core. Who had come up with this? Why should my life look like everyone else's in the world? That was his point exactly...what if God had something greater, more exciting, more thrilling, a huge adventure planned for you? What if you couldn't predict what the next five years held? What if it is actually "immeasurable more than all we could ask or imagine"?

I had incredible opportunities to go to many countries on mission trips and I saw how the Lord provided the funds, the words to speak wisdom and He reassured me that He would be there for me no matter what. Throughout college, I started going against the grain...just to test the waters a bit. It seemed like everyone had their life planned out and I was left with Him holding the pen and my life's pages were blank...little did I know, just waiting to be filled. My dear friends were all getting married, I wasn't dating anyone at the time. I didn't want to teach after I graduated (and there weren't any jobs being offered) so I moved across the country for a nannying job. I quickly realized that He didn't want me there for long so I moved back home and He had several other adventures waiting for me.

I had always loved taking pictures so I decided to start a photography business. I knew that I wanted to keep helping people and I had the opportunity to work for a few non-profits and in the midst of it all, I met the man of my dreams ( I plan on writing a post just about our story soon! Read our love story here).

Now I would have never thought in a million years that the Lord had someone for me who felt the exact same way about living their life as I felt He was calling me to. Our relationship was so different than anything that I had ever had before and when He called me to teach English in China (just three months after we had been officially dating) I didn't know what He was up to. The Lord was asking me to trust Him with my relationship with Drew, my photography business, my incredible job at the non-profit and moving across the globe alone. As usual, His ways are not our ways and my time living in China helped me realize (not only that I was madly in love with Drew) but also that we would one day be living overseas together.

I returned to America six months later, got engaged, got married added two puppies to our little family and the Lord asked us to trust him again. Move to China. We told our families, the Lord provided the support, we sold our car, quit our jobs and moved to China.

We have just returned from a year of living in a rural village with eighteen precious girls from Tibet. To say it was an adventure is a ginormous understatement. My plan is to share more as I process what all the Lord showed us during our time there. 


 So what about doing some dreaming with the Lord yourself? It may start out as something very small and grow into the adventure of a lifetime. I would have never think of myself as timid or shy like the little girl I once was.
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Last Summer in Dongguan, China