Tears have been filling my eyes every time I stand and worship. I can’t seem to
even open up my mouth and have words come out. I am speechless in those
moments. I have not yet figured out exactly why. I think there are two main
reasons. The first is simply the beauty of who God is. I am overwhelmed by His
goodness; God’s grace has been flooding my thoughts lately. There is no end to it,
there is no stopping it. It is a force. It is a wrecking ball that smashes down the
walls of shame, guilt and pride. The stronger the wall the more powerfully grace
rushes in to destroy it. It is a comfort. It is the pillow I lay my head down in to
rest. The field we stroll through merely to enjoy the beauty. God’s grace takes
many forms, and however it appears, it brings me to my knees. No amount of
practice prepares me for the assault of His love. We can not brace ourselves to
lessen the blow.

My Thoughts on the genocide in Darfur (West Sudan)

Give Me a Face

Connect the dots, color in the lines
You can use any color you like, I don’t mind one bit
Can you make me look more like you?
Perhaps then they will see me

Give me a face, paint it the best you can
Be sure to show some of my burns.
I am scarred, but am I not still beautiful?
Look through my eyes and try to gaze into my soul.

Grab my hand, don’t you see I am reaching.
Hold on tightly, I am scared of being alone.
Guide me to a place where I feel safe.
Me and everyone who is like me

This is just a little something I am wanting to start out so that everyone can kind of follow the journey I am on. I am not sure what kind of blog's I am going to end up posting, maybe just news about me and my missionary life, or maybe there will be more stories of things going on in the world and my thoughts about them...we will just have to wait and see