Practice the Pause


"Be Still." Two words. Constant and always present. Having morning coffee, I hear it: "Be Still." Swimming in the clear blue ocean. Walking on snow white sand. Watching a Fiery red sunset. "Be Still." Fellowshipping with people who have become family. Listening to music, old and new. Feeling the presence of God.

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Whimsy

Thailand was indeed full of whimsy. In the physical as well as the spiritual. When I think back on our time in Thailand I have these brief moments where I just remember long hour bus trips, waiting on bus stations at unusual times in the morning and I definitely think about a few trails.

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Holy Ground


"What we do, does not define who we are. What defines us is how well we rise after falling."

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Shika Yesu - "Hold on to Jesus"


  We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there even though we go away, and there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. Kenya is such a place. It is truly like Narnia.  There is something beautiful  about Kenya that is thousands of years old. Too old to be truly captured by poems and songs. Loved by everyone, loved so very deeply. Kenya is everything real in a world of make believe.  But even though I left some part of me behind, I also found a part of myself whom I thought was missing. I found her at a lookout point overlooking the breathtakingly  beautiful plains of Massaailand. And I couldn't help thinking and knowing that I serve a God who makes the most beautiful things. We serve a God who loves us so much that He would come down to feel what we feel, to experience what we experience and even gave up His life to leave a part of Himself behind to always stay and be with us. This love, I have found, is not passive, it is never disengaged, it is always present and it hangs on every word we say. His love keeps promises, it keeps its word, it honors what is sacred and its vows are good. This love is not broken, it is not insecure, it is never selfish and is always pure. He is a good good father and He truly does not give His heart in pieces. He gives it unconditionally without is having to do anything to gain it. He loves us not only because but He also loves us despite. That is a love that conquers. He shows us this love not only in big things but in the small events of everyday life. He shows it in 14 hour roller coaster bus rides, cramped taxi game drives, swimming in breathtaking rivers, 24 hour campfires, hippo pool hikes, walking with the Massaai, worship sessions, packages from home, starry starry nights, footscrubbing sessions, nutella chapatis, heart key charms, rural house visits, tea cans, very fast bike rides, wind in your hair, Mika, laughter and so much more. So much love I do not have enough pockets to out it in. Kenya, you will forever be one of my most favorite places on earth. Home away from home. You showed me true humility and servanthood. Nothing I have I can call mine because it belongs to the one who knows the number of hairs on my head. Kenya showed me what family in Christ means and showed me firsthand what James meant when he encourages us to rejoice in suffering and to worship in trials. Tough times really do show us that we should always hold on to Jesus. God is good all the time. Keep holding on to Jesus even if the world around you shakes. Kenya You have taught me gratefulness, and if we are true in the small things, God will be true in the big things.  Life is more enjoyable and even more beautiful when we hold on to Jesus. He knows what is good. If this is what it means to sit at the feet of Jesus then I will stay here forever. Jesus is everything. His love is everything.  May God bless your nation and His people for you have blessed me with a gift that I can never lose. Staring at the beauty of our King. May peace and grace be yours forever.  Asante sana Kenya!  x x x
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Dear Ethiopia...


When I first laid my eyes on you and the rolling hills you sat upon. I thought what amazing luck I have that God had created such beautiful things and gave me the eyes to see them.  I am forever changed by your existence. You are a place filled with so many stories and I feel so privileged to share some of these stories with you. I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can't read anything, you have only the most rudimental sense of how things work. You can't even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.  These interesting guesses were what brought our team to a lot of interesting places ranging from the far North to the ever ongoing South. You taught me the names of these cities, and I saw that each one of them tell a different story. You introduced me to people that showed me characteristics of Jesus in such a simple and beautiful way. I learnt about the importance of our dependance on God and also what it truly means when Paul writes in Philippians 4:11 "...in every situation I am to be content."  I learnt that everything in life needs some sort of foundation, I came to the conclusion that Jesus must be this foundation. Just like the wise  builder built his house on the rock. I learnt that rest is necessary especially when we do it in His presence. He gives answers when we listen. I learned that one smile can heal a heart that had walls so tall and painted blue, but now has a door to let people through.  Ethiopia you showed me how the Father gives so much more to those He loves. We ask for one ministry point He gives us all of Ethiopia. Kindness is your specialty and somehow you grasp the importance of giving, not only things but yourselves as well. I am truly humbled by it.  I will be forever grateful for these foundations you reminded me of. Thank you for showing me what love is by also showing me what it is not.  I will carry it in my heart.  I will carry you in my heart.  YoursTill we meet again  

 

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Wrapping up Morocco

Wrapping up Morocco

Morocco welcomed us with a night at the airport where we had to sleep through the sound of hammers and chisels ceaselessly building away on a new part of the airport. 

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Beauty for ashes

Beauty for ashes

You never know what you can live without until you have to carry everything in one bag on your back -JS

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This is adventure

3:00am the alarm went off. Lord what is happening?? 2 hours of sleep and emotions bigger than the 20kg bag of luggage.

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The Story of the Traveling Travelzoonz

The Story of the Traveling Travelzoonz
The following story is based on true events. During our time in Panama I was inspired to earnestly seek child like faith. This is to Ann, Emma and Pastor Bill. "I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that you have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to little children"- Matthew 11:25The Travelzoonz were in a land much like a prison. The land had walls around it. The clock was tickady-tock-ticking, so they took a truck and a machine bird to travel to new lands. O, it was a big truck they travelled with. A big truck indeed! The truck even had a roof and walls over the back, with openings called windows. The Travelzoonz sweat and sweat and sleeping was just a dream... At the nest of the machine birds the sun was big and yellow, but one little travelzoon's eyes were heavy, as heavy as can be. So where will the Travelzoon sleep? "Well a house made of trolleys," she thought. So there she went to Zuuh-zuuh-land in a trolley without wheels... Finally it was time to fly. Up up and away they went to more enchanted lands. More lands to bless and to discover. On the plane some slept, but even better some had snacks. O, the Travelzoonz love their snacks. Snacks of shapes and smells and sizes. You see, the Travelzoonz serve a Mighty King. A King with green eyes with fire in them. The King goes in front and at the back and even inside. The King is inside and out and all around. The King always provides, thus when the Travelzoonz sleep they sleep silent. And when they eat, they eat with smiles. Then the Travelzoonz lived next to a canal. A canal where boats as wide as the sky swim in. Big boats that carry big machines that run on their backs. Big boats that drink black water, and throw it up sometimes... The Travelzoonz were happy next to the canal. They lived with the Man with Silver Hair. The Man with Silver Hair had a smile that stretched from eternity to here. His smile showed the Travelzoonz something new in the King's eyes. Green eyes, but not with fire this time. Though fire is not bad. This time The King's eyes were filled with many friends. Friends of different color, shapes and hair. They saw all these friends in the Man with the Silver Hair and the King was pleased with the Man with the Silver Hair and the Travelzoonz knew that. The Travelzoonz then wanted the same eyes full of friends and they were inspired to go out into all the lands to make friends of different color, shapes and hair. The end.
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