Reflections

When I was twelve years old, I begged my mom to buy me a purity ring because I felt I was ready to make the commitment to stay pure (and I really wanted the neat sterling silver ring). I signed the cardboard commitment card in the ring’s package and thought that by signing my John…

One of my favorite memories in Bangladesh was having the opportunity to teach Christmas carols to little ones at a children’s home. Though it was only the month of June, the children wanted to learn these carols so that they might be able to practice and perform them for a special program in December. With…

As referenced in my previous blog entry Healing, it’s taken me a little longer than I thought to process through my overseas experience this summer.  I think perhaps that instead of processing Nepal & Bangladesh one bit at a time, I felt compelled to process it all at once.  Thus, anytime I tried to write…

The past five months have been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. They have been filled with silence and a lack of inspiration. They have been filled with dark moments, confusion, and heartache. They have been filled with an awareness of my lack of control. They have been filled with testing, frustration, and…

During this season in my life, the Holy Spirit has been reminding me of the importance of keeping my eyes on Jesus. When I was in elementary school, I remember learning for the first time in Bible class about Peter walking on water (found in Matthew 14:22-33).  The imagery of the story was quite amazing…

I have to be honest.  There are times in my life when I ask myself, “Can God’s perfect peace really overcome my deepest fears?” And I doubt and question and wonder.  I often wonder how I can finally allow myself to constantly rest in God’s peace, not just experience it here-and-there only when I’m having…

“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who brings good news, the good news of peace and salvation,  the news that the God of Israel reigns!” –Isaiah 52:7 I have recently returned home from a two-month trip to Nepal and Bangladesh, and I can sense that I’ve been changed.  As I attempt to fit myself…

“India or bust.”  These words were written by my older sister Katie in her prayer journal to God while she was preparing to become a missionary to India.  God had placed the people of India on her heart from a very young age, especially the little girls of India.  Though Katie endured some difficult times,…

Earlier in this semester, I had the opportunity to make a pot in the Evangel Art Department. One of my friends on my floor was taking a pottery class, and she helped me to make the pot out of wet, gooey clay. It was a lot of fun to sit at the potter’s wheel and…