He can meet us in the strangest of life phases and places, like our measurements and “to-do” lists.

There was no way I was going to rely on others (or God) for my complete well-being.

A volunteer—an intern—impacted his life. All she did was take the time to notice him, to talk with him, and to encourage him.

In the midst of it all, when the exhaustion, heat, and work can make you feel selfish, exhausted, and grumpy, you must die to yourself.

I think we often cheapen the true biblical meaning of calling and end up confusing ourselves.

As a missionary “fellowship” and “community” are lifeboats, gulps of fresh water, of life-or-death importance.

It is difficult to contain the lessons I have learned in my time in Hungary to just a few paragraphs. It has been an unforgettable experience filled with joys and trials I could never have anticipated.

I received many questions about my two-month mission internship to Budapest, and they all headed in the same direction.

It’s one thing having to lie in the bed we made, but every morning Minna comes bounding out of her room toward ours for a quick snuggle in that bed, literally and figuratively.

The thing is, I didn’t pull this perception of “missionaries as Super-Christians” out of thin air. It’s baked into western evangelical Christianity. We worship our pastors and our missionaries and forget that we are all called to exactly the same thing.

I am thankful to God for providing this opportunity to me and for aiding me every step of the way. I am learning to trust Him more and more each day.

Over the summer I had the opportunity to help the OMS Hungary team put on their second English camp of the summer in Vác, a town about forty-five minutes outside of Budapest.