Some of the best conversations take place on a road trip...especially at night. Life is a journey...a road trip to our rightful home...and these are some of my thoughts along the way.

Saturday, July 12, 2008


It has been a long time since I have posted on this blogspot. But I have missed writing. Freely putting my thoughts out there for all to read. Sounds so poetic. Recently I just returned from a trip to South Korea. Growing up I knew I would one day visit Africa and fall in love...with the continent. And that I did. When talking about returning overseas....Asia was never on the radar. But God has a way of revealing Himself in the places we never thought to take a look. So I was in Korea for a little over two weeks working with children. I left for the trip with only one have my world ROCKED by Jesus. He always goes above and beyond what we could ask or imagine. Going to Korea was like standing infront of the mirror removing the bandages from my eyes...bandages that prohibited me from seeing me. In the mirror I saw the girl who loves to love...and have that love received by children who are hungry for a touch of warmth, comfort, and acceptance. I saw the girl who thrives in a community full of laughter, tears, vulnerablity, and love. I even caught a glimpse of the girl created to create ways to express a deep love for her Savior. The experience was intoxicating. I worked hard, played hard, and loved even harder. There were days when I wanted to take a nap or sleep in...but the desire to approach each day with the wonder of what the God of the universe was going to do...was more than enough motivation for me to keep going. I experienced John 10:10. And it was good. It was not utopia or a bubble where I resided in out of the ordinary situations that would normally not take place in the real world...I was experiencing reality. The reality of a God who desires us to experience Him in every nook and cranny of our lives. I drank in every moment that I could and licked the bone clean. And I walk away hoping that I remember what I saw when I looked in that mirror. For it was me.