Author: Adventures

The past two months here in Peru have been such a privilege. In fact, it’s been more than a privilege. I count myself lucky after looking back at what my teammates and I have accomplished. We’ve done well. Already I see my teammates establishing and setting close relationships with neighbourhood kids, peers, and adults we have come into contact with. I can tell how meaningful those relationships are when I see one of my friends grab a shrieking, giggling child and swing him in for a hug. And relationships deepen through the little things. I never thought of myself as a person...

I don’t know about you, but I am an introvert. Hardcore. Which means, if I am up in my room and the door is shut, you better not even think about coming in. But if you really dare, if you really need me for some reason, you knock. But don’t expect a hearty, warm, hospitable welcome into my room. You are, essentially, in my mind, trespassing into MY space.  Sound harsh and selfish? It is. And realistically, that description is more fitting of me on a bad day. But all that was to emphasize how much I appreciate personal, private space. I like that I can close the door, put on...

There is beauty in everything. In nature, in the arts, and in the faces of every single human being. Whether or not we allow ourselves to see it is our choice. God has really been pushing me to see the beauty in people. Anyone who knows me well knows that children are not my forte. I am not that patient and kids energy can wear me out in a matter of minutes. My ministry here I have been working with many, many kids. There’s the preschool, the orphanage, and on river ministry we did a kids bible school. Then on top of that the kids in our neighborhood never leave us alone. Just like...

Well it has been a full two months since I have left home. Sixty-one days since I have been away from the only life I’ve ever known. This trip has definitely been a whirlwind experience to say the least. All in all, it has been nothing like I had originally expected. But in a way, I kind of expected that… if that makes sense. Based on my instagram pictures and various social media updates, it would be safe to assume that I am living a glorious, idealistic missionary life. Like I was completely formulated for this lifestyle and it has all come super easy to me as a result. And...

     Being in a third world country for the first time in my life is definitely eye opening. I never thought of myself as that spoiled even though back home my family is pretty well off. From a young age I’ve been taught if I want something I should work for it and you don’t always get what you want. Since I never asked for much I thought that I was pretty grateful. Growing up I would always mentally shake my head at the kids who begged for candy at the register at the grocery store or my friends who would act like they deserved a shopping spree with their mom...

Wanderlust. If I am honest with myself, that word is the summative reason for me boarding a plane approximately one month ago, meeting up with a small team of strangers, and finding myself living alongside the locals of Nauta, Peru. Wanderlust explains why even though I am already in a foreign country, my mind drifts to the other African plains I want to visit, the new faces I could see, the new smells, new kinds of earthly paradises I could come across, new relationships that will be built…the list goes on. I am a restless soul. And if I could describe that restless feeling, it would...