The Return to Yellow Trees
Continuation is a wild concept in a world of changing seasons. A year ago in the blooming jungle of Costa Rica, loneliness began to sink in where its beautiful solitude turned to bitter seclusion. The Lord heard my cry…
Continuation is a wild concept in a world of changing seasons. A year ago in the blooming jungle of Costa Rica, loneliness began to sink in where its beautiful solitude turned to bitter seclusion. The Lord heard my cry…
With this Leap, I come out of agreement with the lies holding my past against me. I come out of agreement with the fear of fear, of being too much, of weakness, of vulnerability, the fear of control or lack…
Tears well up as I look into her eyes, and she can barely keep the gaze. We remember each other. I poured out all the Love of Jesus I had to give. She smiles, thanks me, then stumbles away…
Because we tasted his goodness, we asked about his name. This Sunday started with the sole pursuit of getting laundry clean. Laundry overseas is always quite the journey, and this day was exactly that. Our host told us…
After competing as an athlete all my life, remnants of physicality have worked its way into my identity. My time as an athlete ended a year ago, so my fitness pursuits have taken on a new mindset. Before, any workouts…
Now, I’m all about difficulties and growth, but like, one time should be enough, right? First of all, (I guess second of all now) I am in love with Guatemala. It’s all beautiful. The people, the culture, the sights,…
Yesterday at Walmart, they called on the intercom for a Kyle to come to the front, and I almost cried. Kyle is my first nephew of 6 nieces and nephews, and they all hold a really tender space in my…
As a now seasoned World Racer, let me tell you something. You know those things you came to understand before, and it was beautiful. Then, you come back again, and you still understand what you understood before, but it’s like…
That thing again… Looking down the barrel at guaranteed heartbreak, I see some options. One, be a sobbing mess. Two, grow cold to avoid it. For months now, I have been saying “goodbye.” Breaking my own heart and seeing…