This blog is about my journey in Christianity as I strive to follow the commands of Matthew 25. I want to love the "least of these", just as my Father has loved me. This blog covers my own personal struggles, my encouragement for others in the struggle, and hopefully a challenge for others to join me and others as we strive to love as Jesus did.
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Did I Hear God Right?
I first stepped on African soil nine years ago. I traveled to Ghana, West Africa, for a short-term mission trip, and my heart was changed forever. After my amazing experience, I longed to be a full-time missionary. When the timing seemed right, I left my career, sold my car, gave away most of my possessions, and moved to Ghana. I loved every second of being a missionary, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. But only seven months into my time there, my dream appeared to be coming to an end. My body started ailing, but I kept working—I didn’t want anything to interrupt my calling. It was my hope that I would be there for the rest of my life. But at church one night, my pain became overwhelming. I looked to my husband and whispered, "I need to go. I’m not well." to continue reading...
I introduce you to Samara* She's a lady I saw for a split second, but through
my friend she slipped me a couple pages of notes to share with me a snippet of
her life. Samara is a resident of a transformative community I volunteer for
named Butterflies15. Samara wishes she could turn back the hands of time…just
for a moment…just for a second. If she could have just a moment of her life
back she would make a different decision. She wouldn't have stepped into that
car…not that car…not that car with that person. Samara
writes to her younger self… I'm
writing you this letter to warn you…to warn you about that warm August day as
you were walking home. You had made up your mind to walk, but when that person
pulled up and offered you a ride…you let your tired feet and hot body take a
seat in his car. Why walk when you can ride? After all I know him…or least I
thought I did… You
see he looked so harmless, so why not get in? I mean it's not like I was
hitch-hiking…I know him… Wh…
Since being a teenager, I've always had
a heart for children. When I was in college, I spent afternoons at the local community
center helping children with homework and playing in the daily Juice Bowl. The
Juice Bowl was the daily sports game—football or basketball—where all the kids
who went the after-school program could compete for juice. I loved these
children. I can think of one of the little boys now, showing me his new
crossover move. The more time I spent time there, the more time I worked with
other college students to come up with ideas to meet all the needs of the children. We led school supply drives, food
drives, and I even convinced my friend Calvin to be a positive male mentor to
the boys. It didn't take much convincing. He was hooked from the start. Over the years, I have worked in many
capacities as an attorney to advocate for the rights and protection of children.
I have also served in ministry in the local community and traveled as far as
Ghana, West Africa t…