I have gratitude for all that God's done while holding the tension of these strong desires that have yet to be fulfilled. But also, what gives me hope is that I can look back and see that I'm here as a result of God moving powerfully in my life. I can trust Him to move powerfully again.

I wish I could say I was prepared for the day that I walked away from my baby girl as the trees swayed in the summer breeze on the front lawn of the campus at Asbury University. But I wasn’t.

The thing about missions is that we are constantly living in a state of movement and fluidity. Teammates, colleagues, and study buddies are constantly coming and going.

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.