I Made It!

Its 11:13 p.m. here, so I’ll make this short and sweet: I MADE IT TO DAR ES SALAAM, TANZANIA!!!! All of my flights went well. My plethora of bags and bicycle made it. Customs was a breeze. That’s not to say the last twenty-five hours weren’t emotional. Leaving my family was crazy hard. Getting harassed…

For Two Years…

In Philip Keller’s book on Psalm 23, he exposes the sheep in all its insufficiency, helplessness, and utter dependence on the shepherd. There are certain points in life where my own insufficiency, helplessness, and utter dependence on the Shepherd are displayed in all the brilliance of a glaring neon sign. Ugly. I don’t like this….

Beauty?

Whatever happened to beauty? We create fake art, entertainment designed only to create an adrenaline rush that is forgotten soon after. It is full of human ugliness, destruction, and death. Now, certainly, there is room for ugliness; if only to show beauty in redemption. Maybe I’m disillusioned. Maybe I just long for real beauty. Or…

Sunshine & Tears

Beauty slips unnoticed through dusty windows Rays of light arrayed in glorious arcs Tears stream unnoticed down lonely cheeks Silent shoulders shake from heart caverns Brilliant light dries and dissipates floods Deep love washes even deeper wounds   β€œThey who feel their captivity shall have their mouths filled with laughter and joy: that is, redemption…

The Messiness of Life

Packing for two years is messy business. Socks. Sandals. Sheets. Shampoo. Sweatshirts. Shorts. Tossing clothing from the drawers into the middle of the room, and then into the already-overflowing duffel bags is stressing me out. Then, when I finally have an item checked off of the list, I realize that I need to wear those…