Hey everyone! I dont even know how or where to start about writing this blog. So much has happened in these last two weeks. All i can really say is God really made me see the walls i built around myself and the box i put God in all my life. I cant even describe to you how blessed i am for everything God has givin me. He totally opened my eyes to that too. Our team whet to the dumps in Guatemala and prayed over the people that lived there. As i walked into the huge piles of garbage it just broke me that these children and human beings lived here and survived each day on digging through...

Today we visited the garbage dumps. We were warned before going there that the stench can be overwhelming and that in a prior group a girl had fallen to her knees and almost lost it.   It had been raining for a couple of days so the smell was subdued, but it was replaced with excessive amounts of mud. When we got there I was plagued with a mess of mixed emotions and thoughts. Are these not also beloved children of God? How it that I can be is so blessed with excessive amounts of comforts my entire life and there are people down here that are digging through rotten trash with hopes of...

La Verdad no se donde empezar. Este viaje ha sido increible y al mismo tiempo super duro porque me he dado cuenta que tengo que dejar ir de tanto en mi vida. Primero solo quiero contarles de un dia que fuimos al mercado de Puerto Barrios a orar. Fuimos a orar por gent y una señora tenia un dolor de oido. Me dijo que le tenia much presion y que si porfavor podiamos orar por Ella! Oramos mis dos amigos y yo por Ella, y despues se Puso a llorar y me dijo que ya no le dolia! Y decia Gloria a Dios! Wow que nota es nuestro padre que quiere sanar a sus hijos:) me encanta eso!! Mas que nada...

       The thing I miss most from home is not my car, books, or even my bed. It’s Google. Strange answer, I know, but that abundance of knowledge that was once so accessible now has becomes a once a week luxury. Instead of typing a question into the search bar, I find myself pausing. Thinking. Waiting. Trusting.                 I don’t have to Google it to know that the percent of knowledge I have acquired is miniscule. I suppose I could find out, if I really wanted to, the...

Today we went to visit El Hogar De Ancians Santo Francisco de Asis (The home of the elderly of St. Francis of Asisi).Walking in, I felt so uncomfortable. I have tried my darnedest for most of my life to avoid these kinds of places. I generally find them far too depressing, even in the US. It’s the same reason I avoid funerals and memorial services and hospitals. I don’t like death. I don’t like being reminded that at one time or another, we will all be there, dying or having died. I know, I know, “Teach us to number our days aright, O Lord…” but...

It was a little less than 2 years ago I stood in the training center at Adventures in Missions, overwhelmed by the presence of the Lord. Training Camp for the World Race wrecked me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I had to pretend to have it all together. It was okay to acknowledge past hurts and wounds, and in that acknowledgement find healing and freedom. One night, someone was praying over us and called God Daddy. I had never thought of God as a Dad. Of course, Heavenly Father, and the example of a perfect father figure , but never something so informal and yet...

                Yesterday morning, our first morning here in Guatemala, I asked God for a verse for our team while we’re here. He gave me Acts 2:42-47.                “They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as...

Training Camp blew my mind. I had dozens of words of prophecy spoken over me and spoke prophecy over many people. I was in an intimate time of worship when Jimmy approached me and spoke into my ear, "You are going to find out just how strong God is in this season of your life. It is going to come out of your weakness and you will truly know what it means for God's strength to be perfected in your moments of weakness. You seek holiness more than anything and God sees your heart. It is okay to be weak and embrace His strength." In that moment I began to weep. I went to my...