Lessons from 2025: RECEIVE

 Receive 

Going into 2025, I strongly felt that the Lord was calling me to receive something from Him. I knew I was going to have to release several things (which you’ll hear about in the next entry), but I desperately wanted to receive whatever He had for me - specifically His rest and His grace. I have always been my own worst enemy and toughest critic. I truly am a recovering perfectionist. The standards and expectations I set for myself (consciously or not) are not just unrealistic and impossible - the truth is that no person who loved me would ever expect me to perform in such a way. The first time I remember this battle for perfection crossing the awareness of those around me was in 4th grade. My teachers called a parent-teacher conference because I was having tearful breakdowns at school anytime I didn’t get a perfect 100 on my tests or quizzes. My parents assured them that this expectation to be perfect wasn’t being pushed by them, and my teachers assured my parents of the same thing. I was doing it to myself - relentlessly and ruthlessly. My mom was battling stage four breast cancer at the time and - while I’m not a professional - I’d be willing to bet that my nine year old mind justified that if everything in my control could be perfect, things would be better (or at least things wouldn’t get worse). Ever since then, I’ve constantly been aware of my inability to show myself grace, but unable to release myself from it. I was desperate for the grace and the rest I knew God wanted to give me, but wasn’t quite sure at the beginning of the year how I would release and receive it. I longed to show the same grace to myself that I freely gave to those around me, to those I loved, to those who deserved it… Little did I know that God was going to use those people to teach me how to show grace to myself. 

Exodus 33:14: "And he said, “My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.”  

In February, I boarded a plane and headed to the M25 conference in Kansas City. I opted out of staying at the hotel so that I could stay with my mentor and closest friend, Bethany Tibbs. Bethany and I grew close while we served in children’s ministry at Nashville First. For the last seven years, she’s been the mentor I prayed for throughout high school. Bethany hosted me and Michelle (another pastor friend from Nashville) and throughout the week we got to enjoy the snow, eat some incredible food, and have some really honest conversations about where we were in our lives: waiting for a call to missions to come to fruition, in the middle of a spiritual wilderness, and becoming starkly aware of a pride problem (spoiler alert for next entry - the pride problem? Me.). I am constantly surprised with the grace I’m able to have with people in conversations like these. I can empathize with seasons of waiting or expectation because I’ve been there. I know how difficult they can be. With friends (and especially pastor friends) I can encourage them, let them know they’re not alone, and normalize their feelings while not trying to fix their problems with a bandaid. I can call them out when they talk about themselves or their situation in a way that is not full of compassion and grace. I remind them that our weakness is enough through Christ’s strength. Depending on the situation, I can pray for them to either lean into God’s rest, God’s peace, or God’s strength. And yet when it comes to me? I beat myself over how little faith or patience I seem to have in seasons of waiting or expectation. Even if I know that I’m not alone (whether that’s God or human support), I sure ACT like I’m alone - pushing myself to accomplish tasks, shoulder burdens, and survive on my own and in my own strength. Asking for help is a sign of weakness in my eyes, and yet I get onto friends when they avoid asking for help when they need it! I beat myself up mentally for experiencing difficult emotions. I wonder why I can’t just “get over it”... that I should be strong enough to slap a bandaid on it and keep going. My mind is a minefield of the worst kinds of lies, assumptions, and judgments of myself, my motivations, my thoughts, and my actions. I constantly overthink and question myself and my “enough-ness”. I only turn to God’s rest, peace, and strength after I’ve strived and toiled for far too long on my own. Bethany has been a safe place and sounding board for years, but this past year especially has been incredibly helpful in calling ME out in moments I don’t show myself grace well. Even if it’s as simple as an “I’m not sure if you realized you used this kind of language to describe yourself or your situation in your last voice message”, she’s been the greatest friend and accountability partner a girl could ask for. Bethany, thank you for being a daily reminder of God’s grace and love for me. 

Exodus 14:14: “The LORD will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”

One of the things we had discussed that week of M25 was if it was time for me to go back to counseling. The next week, I was scheduled for an appointment with Rhonda. I know some people have stigmatized views on counseling, but I will FOREVER be an advocate for it. Christian counseling has brought me through some of the darkest times of my life, given me tools and strategies to face my battles, and (especially now as a pastor) given me a safe space to consistently process situations I face in a way that honors confidentiality. I prefer in-person counseling, but for the last several years have been more than happy with telehealth because of my therapist - Rhonda McGinnis. Truly the best counselor I’ve ever had, Rhonda both encourages and challenges me. She asks questions that help me process, understand, and reveal things about myself or God that have contributed to growth in every aspect of my life. She doesn’t push me out of my comfort zone, but doesn’t let me run away from hard things either. This year as I have navigated mom’s illness, major life changes, and the stresses of ministry she has helped me learn how to rest and receive grace. I’ve been able to be sensitive to my needs in changing seasons. For example, in counseling this fall I was able to recognize that I needed more time around a table (my soul needed fellowship and community) and I needed to find a spiritual mother in South Carolina (the Lord has provided one in every space I’ve done life in). Rhonda has been able to say “I’m proud of you” at the end of a session and leave me in tears - because I knew she truly meant it and it was what I desperately needed to hear. She gives me grace when I can’t give it to myself. She’s been able to speak life and encouragement into me as I’ve continued to wrestle with pride, control, and perfection. We work toward growth together and she reminds me how far I’ve come so I don’t get overwhelmed by what still lies ahead. My counseling sessions are on Thursday mornings (Thursday is my Sabbath day) so she will often ask what I’m going to do to rest and spend time with God that day. Counseling is always the perfect start to a day focused on renewal and refreshment from the Father. You’ll hear more about this in the next entry, but she’s even been able to recognize progress that I was unable to see because it was the kind of transformation that happens in the quiet, intrinsic pieces of one’s soul and identity. Rhonda, thank you for helping me recognize the activity of God in the highs and lows of my life. 

Hebrew 4:16: “Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need." 

My favorite podcast is “The Pastor’s Table” with Rev. Tara Beth Leach and Dr. Mark Quanstrom. Mark has this idea that I disagreed with at first, but have come to recognize as true: The call (into ministry) is salvific. He was even bold enough to wonder aloud one episode if he would even be a Christian (or what kind of Christian he would be) if he hadn’t been called into ministry. Right now the Lord has me in youth ministry and while it is incredibly rewarding and/or difficult based on the day, I have begun to recognize it as God’s saving grace for me. Being a pastor requires me to have an intimate and active relationship with my Father. It requires me to continue to grow, discipline myself, read, learn, be present, and challenge myself (it becomes evident quite quickly if a pastor does not do these things). Being a YOUTH pastor requires me to stay on my toes. I have to be vigilant, intentional, creative, and consistent. In the world we live in, a youth pastor has to preach the truth of the Bible unapologetically to a generation who desperately desires peace and identity, but is often sweet-talked into the world’s counterfeit solutions and goals. Each year the Lord lays a theme + theme verse for the year on my heart and I use that to choose the scriptures that shape our sermon series. As the Lord worked with me through grace, I started to feel him lay grace and mercy on my heart for my teens. I thought of how badly I needed grace when I was a teenager and the moments I encountered God’s mercy as I repented from sin and quickly settled on Hebrews 4:16 for our theme verse. Bethany helped me define grace (God giving us good things that we don’t deserve and cannot earn) and mercy (compassion and forgiveness shown to those who don’t deserve it because of sin) for my teens. I chose to preach out of Acts 10 (Peter’s vision that led to Gentiles/outsiders being invited into salvation) to highlight grace and Acts 9 (Saul’s encounter with Jesus on the road to Damascus) to highlight mercy. My summer intern, Esteè, helped me paint tapestries to hang as year round reminders of our themes and where we started. Over the last few months of 2025 I have been able to watch my teens wrestle with grace and mercy - for themselves and for others. I’ve walked with teens going through difficult home situations, processing forgiveness and reconciliation, dealing with the consequences of sin, discerning a call, and just trying to grow in their relationship with Christ. The work I do as a youth pastor often feels redemptive as I watch God bring brokenness from my own life full circle. On other days, I wonder if what I’m doing matters at all. But as I’ve intentionally tried to receive God’s rest and grace this year, I am constantly reminded by my own teenagers just how present and faithful our God is. Teens, thank you for giving me an opportunity to lead you to the throne of grace and mercy - the process teaches me to draw near as well. 

John 1:16: "For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.” 

The final scripture I rooted “Receive” in for 2025 was John 1:16. As we approached the end of the year and one of my favorite seasons of the year (Advent), I had certainly received what felt like the fullness of God’s grace. A big struggle for grace in my life had involved what my quiet time with the Lord looked like. There are so many expectations of what a Pastor’s time with God should look like, right? Shouldn’t a pastor meet with God everyday - the longer the better? Shouldn’t a pastor read a chunk of Scripture, pray through a massive prayer list, do a devotional that always speaks to them, sing through worship songs, and maybe even journal about their time with God EVERY DAY? The spoken and unspoken, outward and internal, professional and personal expectations surrounding quiet time have led to an abundance of shame and guilt in my life for as long as I could remember. In the fall, I had finally reached a point where I swore off 365 daily devotionals. I chose to take a grace-filled approach that was more in tune to what the Spirit called me to engage in each day AND what I felt like I needed each day. Some days I listened to worship music and colored in my Scripture coloring book. Some mornings I read a few chapters of books by my favorite theologians that challenged my faith. Some mornings I picked up a devotional and did a devotion (without any expectation to come back the next day). Some days I journaled, prayed, and processed. And even other mornings I reserved for silence and solitude. It was working REALLY well for me, but Advent was coming. The expectation of consistent daily devotions (as I led some ladies and teens through the season’s devotional book) was coming. I started off strong personally, but could recognize (from lack of responses) that the ladies were falling into the shame-game. So at the beginning of Advent week 2 I challenged them - do the devotional for THAT DAY. So if it was December 10, do the devotion for December 10. Even if December 8 and 9 were empty… or there wasn’t a single page written on yet. Within a few days, I was having to practice what I preached. It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I hated those empty pages, but I had let them define me and keep me from the new mercies available from the Lord for too long. I hoped to do the devotionals I skipped after Christmas, but the Lord had different plans. Early on the morning of the Sunday that began the 3rd week of Advent, I woke up at 2am fully awake. I tried to go back to sleep, and simply couldn’t. Let me pause here to say this never happens to me. I’ve often dreamed of being the kind of Christian that God wakes up in the middle of the night to spend time with Him, but it’s just not in my DNA. I fall asleep quickly. I sleep until my alarm rings. Every night. But at 2:33am, I rolled out of bed and headed into the living room, realizing that God had woken me up and given me an abundance of energy so that I could meet with Him. I started with one of the three devos I had skipped… then had the motivation to do another… and then the third. After 2 hours of devotions, sleepy-time tea, and finishing the book I was working on, I finally was ready to go back to bed. I woke up that next morning feeling more refreshed than I had in weeks, even though I’d only slept 4 hours total. It was at that moment, I was hooked. All I had done was choose to not let the devil’s shame keep me from meeting with the Lord. Instead of saying “well you failed and missed the mark so you need to catch up and get your act together before you deserve to see God” (might seem dramatic but this is the EXACT language I use!!!) I said “God would have loved to spend time with you yesterday, but it’s more important to Him that you receive whatever He has for you TODAY. He walked with you through yesterday and He understands how crazy it was, but today is a clean slate and a new day He would love to be welcomed into”. It wasn't just a one time thing either - the Lord created similar moments of time, opportunity, and motivation in Advent week 3 and week 4 to catch up on the days I missed, but "skipped in faith" to move on to a new day. The Lord, in His kindness, created space for me to do something that mattered deeply to me and get ‘caught up’.  But the moment that mattered was that Thursday I chose to show up instead of shy away in shame. My decision in faith was enough - He provided sufficiently for what I lacked. This Advent experience has freed me in a radically transformative way that I can’t wait to tell you about in the coming weeks, but as I wrap up this entry I want to challenge you - 

1. What would resting in your Savior look like for you in this season of your life? 

2. What past experiences, lies from the enemy, or mental roadblocks keep you from receiving God’s grace? 

3. Who can you ask to hold you accountable as you learn to trust God to supply your needs? 

4. If you struggle with daily devotions and the shame game/guilt trip that comes when you miss the mark you’ve set for yourself, would you DARE to commit to show up for the day’s manna from the Lord even if you don’t feel like you’ve ‘earned it’?

Lessons from 2025: ABUNDANCE

 Last week as we turned the corner on a new year, I shared about two of my favorite New Years Traditions: A Letter to Self and choosing a Word of the Year. I shared the words the Lord has laid on my heart over the last several years, but I want to expand upon my words for 2025. 

When I choose words for my year, I have a few rules for myself. First, it has to be laid on my heart from the Lord instead of something I want for myself. Second, it has to be rooted in Scripture (usually several scriptures). Third, I have to choose an image to accompany the word that is a visual representation of my perception or hopes for that word. This image usually goes on a 5x7 canvas along with the word written on the front and the scriptures on the back. Finally, this word can’t be something I tuck away and forget about. The canvases are displayed in a place where I constantly see them (which for me, is in my prayer closet) so that I can be reminded each day of what God wants to do in my heart and life that year. I’ve found that this kind of intention is infinitely more effective to reshape mindsets, habits, and identity than resolutions. Each year I choose words and have somewhat of an idea of what God wants to do and say through that word… and each year I am pleasantly surprised at how God uses that word in ways I expect AND in ways I don’t expect. The Lord has always laid three words on my heart and I get to see each of these words transform throughout the year. At times, all three words are at work. At other times, I bounce from word to word throughout different months and seasons. All of that to say, I want to tell you about what the Lord did through my 2025 words: Release, Receive, and Abundance. I plan to do this over the next three weeks, starting with Abundance today. 

ABUNDANCE

When I was entering 2025, my life looked radically different than it does now. I had served at Midland Valley for five months. Andrew and I were dating and he was about to move to South Carolina to start an internship at Midland Valley. The future of our relationship was completely unknown, but I was praying desperately for doors to open for him to get a job here. In full transparency, we were anticipating for him to live with a family from the church during his internship and IF he got a job, he would rent his own apartment until we were ready to get married. Marriage seemed at least a year away - MAYBE we would get engaged toward the end of the year. I lived in an apartment alone with Pumpkin. I knew there were some exciting things in the work for the year: Third Wave Conference in Florida, M25 conference in Kansas, the Ministerial Candidate Workshop + my ordination interview (last 2 steps!), starting prison ministry with Inside Out, leading the Ash Wednesday service, preaching on Good Friday, bringing the Holy Week prayer stations to my new church, preaching Uncle Jeff’s memorial, visiting my family in Puerto Rico with Andrew, taking my teens to the Becoming Conference on a mission trip, and getting ordained that summer. When the Lord laid “abundance” on my heart I had no doubt that it would be a great year with everything on my radar. The Lord surprised me with so much more - mainly getting engaged, buying a house, and getting married within the course of 99 days. When I was preparing my canvas, I didn’t pick an image. Instead, I wrote the word and decided that throughout the year I would write down the different things that God blessed me with. Needless to say, that canvas ended completely full. But “abundance” means so much more to me than the blessings God gave. The verses I chose to root that word in were John 10:10, Ephesians 3:20, and Philippians 4:12-13. John 10:10 - “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” The spiritual season I’ve been living in since January 23, 2020 hasn’t been easy - it’s been filled with ups and downs, loss, betrayal, and grief (I just realized I’ve never blogged about it so I’ll have to share it with you at some point). I was so desperate for the abundant life Jesus talked about in John 10 and (hopefully) a respite from the spiritual attacks of the enemy. Ephesians 3:20 - “Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us…”. I knew that God was more than able to do anything I requested of him. Just within that spiritual season, He’d given me strength, peace, healing, provision, and even extended moments of respite. I was confident that He’d been actively moving, molding, and shaping me. The call to leave Mt. Olive to go serve as the youth pastor at Midland Valley had been the biggest curveball I could have imagined during 2024, but I knew He had a purpose in it. So even though I didn’t know WHAT God was doing, I was certain that He was with me because I had seen that power at work in my life. Philippians 4:12-13- “ I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me”. Seeing verse 13 taken out of context throughout my life has caused me to superglue these two verses together, which made it an easy choice for my canvas. I had experienced God’s strength through the highs and lows, the abundance and need. But I was more than ready to embrace the abundance He had promised. 2025 brought more abundance than I knew what to do with, but it was so much sweeter because of the bitterness of the years before it. I appreciated the blessings of God so much more because of the hardships He had seen me through. Throughout the year, I felt guilty posting about the abundance because I knew so many friends that were in the pits of despair, loss, grief, and hell. Each time I shared a post, I was intentional to give all the glory and credit to the God who had blessed me while still trying to be sensitive to those that were hurting. I think I’ve learned more about humility in the past year than ever before. I gained a deep understanding that I had not earned or deserved any blessing that came my way, but that I was called to steward it faithfully. I had a responsibility to use my blessings to bless others - whether that was through encouragement, testimony, prayer, service, or literally sharing something tangible. 

So today I invite you to reflect on the season you find yourself in - is it a season of abundance and blessing? A season of suffering and hardship? If the Lord has blessed you, how can you use the blessing to serve and bless those around you? Have you been praying for God to give you His eyes and ears to spot those who need the hope you have? If this is where you find yourself, I encourage you to begin to pray and ask these questions. Be creative and generous with your blessings. Be intentional to be consistent with your time with the Lord. I’m not sure about you, but in my experience it’s often easier for me to be consistent when things are hard because I need God to get through each day. When things are easier, it’s tempting for me to stand on my own strength. May we be faithful to devote ourselves daily to the God who is faithful to bless us with new mercies each morning. 

If this is a season of hardship or suffering for you, take heart. The Lord has not abandoned you. He is present with you every moment - moving, molding, and shaping you even if you can’t see or feel it. A seed cannot take root until the hard ground has been broken up and prepared for growth. Keep relying on the Lord for your strength and peace. Pray BOLD prayers while you wait for the deliverance of His promises. Remind the devil who your God is and who you are as His child. Keep believing in the God who has come to give you abundant life, who is more than able to do whatever you ask or hope for (and more!), who strengthens you in the valleys and on the mountaintops. Find some good, reliable, Christ-centered friends to share your burdens with. Satan has the upperhand when he is able to isolate us from our community, shift our focus off of Jesus and solely onto our problems, or sow seeds of doubt in our minds about God’s heart/purpose/love for us. 

May the Lord abundantly bless you, fill you, challenge you, and transform you this year. 

New Year, New Me ?

 New Year’s Eve has always been one of my favorite holidays. Growing up, my parents hosted their Sunday School class’ annual New Year’s Eve Party at our home. I got to eat all of my favorite “party appetizers”, we played Catch Phrase and Pictionary, and I got to stay up til midnight to watch the ball drop. It was truly one of my favorite nights of the year. Eventually the annual party tradition ended, but I would still stay up until midnight to watch the ball drop (even if my parents didn’t!).

I also love this holiday because of everything it represents. As a pretty sentimental person, I loved reflecting on the previous year and dreaming of what the next year would bring. I would always set resolutions (usually to brush my teeth more - don’t tell my dentist) and would follow through for a few weeks before slipping into old habits. But I always felt like there could be so much more to New Year’s Eve that I hadn’t quite figured out yet. 

Then came December 31, 2017. I was invited to a New Year’s Eve Party for the youth group I attended on Friday nights. It had been several years since we had stopped the party at our house and I was BEYOND excited to play games, eat great food, and fellowship with my friends. Around 11, our youth pastor and his wife got us all to settle down and find a seat as they passed around notebook paper and pens. We were instructed to write a letter to ourselves that we would open the next year - on December 31, 2018. We could talk about this year, dream of what the next year would bring, write about our goals or emotions… crushes or successes… fears or plans. Needless to say, I was hooked. I wrote my letter and around Christmas of 2018 I received a card in the mail from my youth pastor and his wife (they even mailed them to us so we couldn’t forget or lose them!). Each year I would find time on December 31 to write my future self a letter, even dragging my family members into the tradition one year. I continued this tradition for 7 years before pausing in 2023. I didn’t have the energy, time, or motivation to continue my tradition that year. 

I wish we could normalize this… this truth that not every tradition, discipline, habit, diet, routine, hobby, or lifestyle change is meant to last forever. God designed seasons for a reason. When something no longer serves us because our physical, emotional, spiritual, or mental season has shifted, it’s okay to be sad that that season is over. It’s okay to miss it and grieve it. But the foothold that Satan finds all too easily (at least for me in my experience) is inflicting guilt and shame that God never wanted us to carry. “I just quit way too easily”, “I hate that I didn’t have the energy this year”, “I failed… I missed 3 days… 1 week… 2 months so there’s no point in trying again”, “If I was more like *that person*, I could actually do this”,“I feel incomplete and unhappy without this in my life”. There IS something to be said about disciplining ourselves and finishing what we set out to do, but the shame-game was not in God’s plan for us. Work hard and push yourself, but understand that each season of life carries different needs and expectations… and God is never guilt-tripping you for not being enough. 

Now that I’ve had my moment on my soapbox, let’s dive back into the beauty of New Year’s Eve. The “Letter to Self” truly was one of my favorite things I ever did. It was so cool to see what I had predicted correctly, what curveballs had been thrown, what attitudes and ideas had changed, but most importantly how God had been faithful throughout the year. If you try it out, let me know how it goes! I’m in a season of life now where I’m planning to write a letter tonight to Erica for 12/31/2026. I’m grateful for the energy, inner peace, and strength to do so. 

But I have one more suggestion to you, that’s a little more simplistic, that I turned to in 2023: Word of the Year. I’m sure you’ve heard of this tradition - choosing one word to be intentional about, embody, or ‘manifest’ for your year. This tradition works for Christians, but also works out well for those that aren’t… so when I sat down 3 years ago to plan out a “Word of the Year” night for my youth group, I wanted to do something that would root this tradition in Christ. I wanted our word chosen based on Christian values, not on the trends or desires of culture. I wanted our word rooted in Scripture, not in what the world said was important. I wanted our word to remind us to keep our eyes on Christ, not in something we could ‘manifest’ or achieve for ourselves. So the assignment that night was simple: using scriptures and word recommendations I had printed out for my teens, they were to choose a word AND a Scripture to go with it. I bought them small canvases and asked them to write the Scripture out (not just the reference) on the back and either draw, color, or paint the word (or an image that reminded them of their word) on the front of the canvas. This could be as simple as a teenage boy writing “JOY” in black sharpie or as intricate as a teenage girl painting a sunset with “HOPE” written in the clouds. I love this tradition because it can be as complicated or easy as you want it to be. Depending on where you put your canvas and how intentional you are to meditate on it, it can help you be more aware of God’s presence in your life. In my experience, the Lord has led me to a word that I thought would mean one thing and has ended up meaning multiple things in various aspects of my life. Instead of a resolution or another item on a to-do list, it’s a word that could challenge and change the way you view situations, your relationships, your attitude, and your priorities. It stretches beyond one habit or discipline and addresses every area of life through your very mindset. It’s a holistic way to set an intention for your coming year that centers you in God’s will (that can very easily have plans, resolutions, & commitments attached!). 

Let me give you some examples. In 2023 my words (for some reason God has always laid 3 words on my heart, so I make a canvas for all 3!) were BEAR (Galatians 6:2, 1 Corinthians 13:7), EMBRACE (John 1:5, Psalm 27:14, Romans 5:5, Isaiah 9:2), and FREEDOM (Isaiah 61:1, 2 Corinthians 12:9). In 2024 my words were EMPTY (1 Kings 17:16, Isaiah 55:11), GLORY (2 Corinthians 5:13-14), and DELIGHT (Psalm 37:4). In 2025 my words were RELEASE (1 John 4:18-19, Romans 8:37, Matthew 11:28-30), RECEIVE (Exodus 33:14, Exodus 14:14, Hebrew 4:16, John 1:16), and ABUNDANCE (John 10:10, Ephesians 3:20, Philippians 4:12-13). Each year God has surprised me with these words - what I thought they would mean at the beginning, how they changed my perspective during the year, and what they meant to me at the end of the year. I’m sure a few of them have ended up in Facebook posts, but I can’t wait to share with you in the coming weeks what RELEASE, RECEIVE, and ABUNDANCE have meant to me this year along with the words and expectations I have for 2026. 

These traditions don’t have to happen on December 31 or even on January 1. They can happen on January 6, January 23, or even February 12. You don’t even have to wait for a new year to start. A new month, a new week, or a new day is the perfect time to draw near to God and begin to be intentional with your life. If you try one of them out (Letter to Self or Word of the Year), please share your word or your experience with me! May this time of reflection, hope, dreaming, and intention draw you closer to your Heavenly Father, refresh your soul, and help you recognize just how faithful our God is! 

Picking Up the Pen Again (feat. A New Original Poem: "Where Is The Sun?")

    When I stumbled upon my "Life's A Journey" blog, my jaw hit the floor. I thought to myself, "Has it really been 6 years since I picked up the pen, confident that I had something of value to say?".  To clarify, if you follow me on Facebook you know that I have had PLENTY to say in the last 6 years, but I really was surprised that my last published post on my blog was from my trip to Kenya in 2019. This blog started out as a simple high school English project, but I grew to love writing about the experiences and lessons God was blessing me with... and I believe He's been encouraging me to "pick up the pen" and start recording these moments, lessons, chapters, and blessings again. 

    My first thought - "But where will I begin, God?!? So much has happened over the last 6 years! So many memories and milestones... so much heartache and growth!" My favorite thing about God is that He knows the questions, clarifications, 'buts', and fears before they ever cross our mind. So much HAS happened: my 'anointed season', 3 college internships, SGA at TNU, meeting my future husband in college, the discernment process through 5 job interviews, the Lord teaching me about reconciliation + release through Lent, getting my first district license during my senior year at Trevecca, moving to Georgia to be the Next Generation Pastor at Mt. Olive 10 days after graduation, losing 3 of my closest family members in less than 18 months, my mom's journey with radiation neuropathy, the call to be the youth pastor at Midland Valley Community (my dream church), mom's dementia diagnosis, my first exorcism and craziest week of spiritual warfare I've ever encountered, preaching my first teen camp (with my new teens), Third Wave, and of course then there's the small feat of getting engaged, buying our first house, moving into said house, getting married, and getting ordained in the short span of 101 days during the summer 'youth pastor crazy busy season' (no, literally - and marriage + ordination happened in the same weekend). 

    The Lord sure has been faithful on this rollercoaster ride, but I'm getting whiplash just thinking about it! I'm confident that in time, these stories will be told. As a pastor, one of the hardest things to navigate is being vulnerable while also being careful to avoid 'preaching through the pain'. I know that if I had been blogging through some of those seasons, it would have been all too easy to let an entry turn into a rant session or say something I would never have publicly posted if I had processed my emotions more fully. I've decided that if God is truly asking me to pick up the pen again, that I will only do so when He lays something on my heart. This means no posting schedule, no shame or guilt if I don't write for months, no pressure to produce, and most importantly an understanding (mainly for me) that the words I write aren't coming from me. There is great freedom in knowing that all He's asked me to do is be an obedient mouthpiece for His grace and faithfulness. 

    But there is still the question - "Where do I begin God?" - which He promptly answered within a few days of me asking. Saturday morning I was at a South East Regional NYI (Nazarene Youth International) leadership meeting in Alabama when the Lord woke me up before the sunrise and intervened, whispering and inspiring words of comfort and peace as Dad and I hit another "yep, that's the next step of dementia" moment. In 2018 my mom was diagnosed with radiation neuropathy, a terminal disease and 'side effect' of surviving cancer. In layman's terms, the (excessive) amount of radiation my mom received when she was 12 (brain tumor) and when she was battling breast cancer in 2009-2011 is now shutting down her nervous system. We have watched my mother (now 60 years old) decline steadily in health in every capacity impacted by the nervous system (vision, hearing, appetite, balance, digestive track, mental capacities, etc). COVID certainly complicated things (more ~fantastic~ stories there, but probably not appropriate for a public blog) and mom's most recent diagnosis came in 2024: Partial Dementia. Between you and I, I don't know what's "partial" about it, but I'll trust the doctors with that. Last Thursday in the span of 5 minutes, my mom didn't recognize my voice on the phone twice. You could call that faulty hearing aids or declining vision unable to see my name or contact photo on my Dad's phone, but it felt monumental and earth shattering to me. Our family's health journey with my mom (especially heavy on Dad) has been kept on the down low in the recent months and years (outside of hospital visits), but has still been incredibly difficult. I believe that any other man would have moved my mom to an assisted living facility a long time ago, but not my Dad. He has without a doubt won "Husband/Caretaker of the Century" and repeatedly shown me what true patience, sacrificial love, and selflessness look like in big and small things. One day he wants to write a book about my mom, her faith, and the miracles God has worked in her life... I just can't wait to one day write a book about him. 

    Saturday morning the Lord gave me words to communicate the emotions and weight of this journey - and I believe that they're not just for me and not even just for Dad... it came right alongside my yearning to write and my questions of where to start so I believe it is also for a friend who will come across my blog. As much as I want to over-explain every detail, I also know there is great power in letting art speak for itself. I WILL say that every word and line was chosen with great care and intentionality, but I'll trust the Holy Spirit to communicate meaning to each reader based on their individual burdens and needs. I'm looking forward to picking up the pen again, but for now I'll leave you - of all days to post this, on September 24th, the 16 year anniversary of when Mom was first diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer - with this poem God gave me that has brought me great comfort and peace in the midst of heartache. May the Lord bless and keep you, Erica Janelle. 

"Where Is the Sun?" 

That all-too-familiar startling sound pulls me out of dreamless sleep. 

I forgot to change it! Can I go back, snuggle deeper in my sheets? 

But this morning, my mind asks, 

“Where is the sun?”

I pull on my clothes and load up my bag, 

Excited and hopeful as I quietly open the door. 

The world still snoring as I begin my quest 

My heart, yearning, “Where is the sun?”

I walk until my mind is settled 

THIS is where I will capture this moment 

Time lapse on, Bible open, pen in hand 

Now we wait – “Where is the sun?”

“From the rising of the sun to its setting, I will praise the Lord”

But I finished the psalm and reality loom dark and heavy 

“So this is what you wanted to talk about, God”

As I sit here, wondering, “Where is the sun?”

I read of a barren woman given a home, children, and joy

I recognize the story – that’s my mother’s testimony

I take a shaky breath

“Where is the sun?”

She waits in that same home, mind slipping away

Longing for death’s sweet release, and getting closer each day

But the weight is especially heavy as of late

So He woke me up with a question in mind –“Where is the sun?”

Colors are changing – subtle but true

Squirrels begin a game of cat and mouse on the tree bark

The bird song grows louder, more voices joining the tune

They too are asking, “Where is the sun?”

The gnats have also decided to join me

Flying too close, hovering in view

They’re not the only thing bothering me

Swatting and annoyed - “Where is the sun?”

The colors have paled, but the trees block my view.

“I don’t want to wait any longer, God.”

“Isn’t there something you can do?”

As I start to cry, “Where is the sun?”

But wait - can it be? I move to get a better look and see

Orange glowing through a gap at the base of the trees. 

Not fully on display yet, but rising steadily 

It comes to answer my question - “Where is the sun?”

Tears well in my eyes as I take in its beauty 

I hear the Lord whisper as I breathe deep, 

“Just because life is changing doesn’t mean that I am”

I’m ashamed I had doubted, asking, “Where is the sun?”

Mom wasn’t just given a home and a family.

She was given the chance to see me grow up. 

Yes, she’s leaving soon - sooner than I wanted. 

But through a lifetime of trials, she’s known the answer to my question, “Where is the sun?”

My mother knows that even when things feel dark 

The Son is still close by, if He’s rooted in your heart. 

Grace overwhelms me in my weary waiting 

I’m reminded I know confidently … so where is the sun? 

Its warm presence rises faithfully, a new day has begun. 

I can face it with strength and peace because I know… 

Morning always comes, light’s power overcomes darkness. 

I smile, faith has become sight: THERE is the Sun.

Kenya: Closing Thoughts

I cried when I saw my dad. He was standing next to my mom and Matthew. I knew I was going to cry - even if it was just my parents - but Matthew had surprised me and came to the airport too. We got my bags and I was starting to tell them little bits and pieces about the trip as we drove home. After Matthew left our house, I showed my parents the things I bought. I picked up my phone for the first time in over 2 weeks and saw what 18 days worth of notifications looked like. Then I decided I was thirsty. I didn’t want to get out a glass so I went to the bathroom and drank from my hand. I turned off the light and tucked myself in bed and lost it - I wept. I had just done so many things that were so “American”: drive in a car my family OWNED, been able to drink straight from the faucet, climbed in bed without having to cover myself with a mosquito net. I tried to fall asleep but couldn’t because anytime I closed my eyes, a million images swam through my mind… some of which I have described in the past few chapters. I wrote about my experience with reverse culture shock on social media a few days ago. I wrote about the night I hardly slept… when I closed my eyes I was met with images of faces and places I had seen. When I managed to fall asleep, I woke up sweating from the same dream: I was walking around ANU and all of my friends were desperately trying to tell me something… but I couldn’t hear them. The day I sorted through 2600+ photos and started writing this blog I spent $20 at Starbucks while I ate breakfast everyday for 55 cents in Kenya. I drove to Lebanon and down to Camp Garner Creek in Dickson, TN. Both drives took me about 45 minutes to an hour. The same distance in Kenya would have taken about 6 or 7 hours to drive. When I was down at Camp Garner Creek I participated in my first contemporary worship service since coming home. Singing the song “So Will I” left me in tears - ‘if the stars were made to worship’, ‘a hundred billion creatures catch your breath’, ‘every painted sky a canvas of Your grace’, ‘if the rocks cry out in silence’, and ‘I can see your heart 8 billion different ways’...

Being back in America has been filled with exhaustion and guilt. A few days into the trip Ian, the sponsor from SNU, challenged us to start asking God what he wanted us to learn and take away from this trip. I asked God that question everyday and he still hasn’t given me a straight answer. Maybe I learned too much from this experience to come out of it with a tagline or a 3 point sermon. I poured my all into this trip - no phone, no expectations, and no distractions. I tried to look at each day with an intentionality and flexible mindset that honestly made this trip pricelessly perfect for me. I feel like God spoke into me and revealed to me the first step in making me WHOLE in him. I learned about spiritual warfare and the importance of prayer. Kenya showed me the beauty of hard work, authenticity, and saying what you mean/meaning what you say. I still don’t know how life is going to look different for me. I hope God continues to humble me and show me how truly blessed I am. I want the peace, strength, and joy that I found there to comfort me on the hard days. I want to transform the way I pray and worship. I hope to go deep with God and continue to intentionally seek out the little ways he is guiding me into the mission of his kingdom in the mundane everyday. I think one day down the road I will return to Kenya, but until that day comes I am content, blessed, and beyond thankful.

(I said in an earlier chapter that I might write about Steve the slug in the closing thoughts entry, but honestly the story is funnier in person so ask me about it the next time you see me!)

+ I leave for my 2 month internship in Puerto Rico with Thirst Missions in 15 hours!!! I will probably post a few occasional updates while I’m there. If you’re the praying type, I would ask you to lift up our team, the work and witness groups we will be leading, and the island of Puerto Rico. I have no idea what God has in store for me, but I know that I’m going to focus on what it means to ~truly~ have him as my #1 priority, intentionally praying more, and leaning into the way his Spirit leads me! God bless! See y’all in 2 months :)

Kenya: Chapter 7 'What Do We Do Now?'

These last three memories I’m going to share are the ones that have challenged me the most personally. They leave me asking myself ‘what do we do now?’ and ‘how is life going to look different for me when I go back home?’. Africa Nazarene University has a morning prayer group that meets regularly. During Holiness Week (the full week we were there), they met every single day. I figured there wouldn’t be a lot of college students from our team that would have the desire to get up every morning at 7am, but I felt like prayer was something I needed to go to. I managed to get some friends to go with me on a few days, but I knew that I could discipline myself to wake up early for a week. The first day was rough. I was so exhausted that I could barely keep my eyes open. The way the prayer meeting worked was the first 30ish minutes were set aside for prayer and personal reflection and then they sang a hymn that signaled everyone to pull a chair up to the circle where Cindy (our missionary host and ANU’s chaplain) led a little devotional. The week of Holiness Week she was looking at Mark 11:24… even when I didn’t feel like going on Tuesday, I got up because this verse intrigued me and I desperately wanted to continue looking at what it had to say on effective prayer and our desires. A paraphrase of the KJV that we looked at says: “I am telling you, whatever you desire and ask for when you pray, trust in faith that you receive them and you will have them” Mark 11:24. We can’t just pray and ask for something and expect to receive it in full if our desires aren’t pure and we don’t desire it fully with our whole hearts. This doesn’t mean that all you have to do is fix up your heart and God will instantly grant your prayers… I desire with my whole heart that Mom will be healed in whatever way is going to glorify God the most. That doesn’t mean she’s going to miraculously be healed (or pass away) tomorrow - we can’t forget about God’s timing. Along with looking at this verse, I learned about spiritual warfare (there was quite a bit of it during some of the services) and how real and scary it can be. The faithfulness of people in that group was quite inspiring. I loved every minute I spent in morning prayer. But the things I learned about prayer and my responsibility to intercede for myself and others in this faithful way is not something I can just leave in Kenya and abandon when I get home. Especially after hearing testimonies and seeing the power of prayer, it’s something that God has challenged me to continue. Hopefully I’m not reading this a few months or years down the road and saying ‘oof I dropped the ball on God again’... hopefully this is something I can fully pursue and incorporate into my daily life. God truly wants to share in relationship with us and he wants to be our number one priority… first and last thought on our minds. I am so thankful for my internship in Puerto Rico because I think the intentionality and the mindset I will have while I’m there will help me to actually start praying… and keep praying.

A few chapters ago I wrote about Jane - a wonderful woman who helps Rob and Cindy take care of their house and Cindy’s father during the day. The first Sunday of our trip we went to her church that was in town - Ongata Rongai. In order to get there we ended up taking 2 trips in Rob’s car. I was in the first group and it was a little awkward getting there. A lot of the church’s members hadn’t arrived yet and we had been directed to sit down. I, however, did not want to sit down. I walked to the back of the church where they had some signs hanging up describing upcoming church activities and their mission statement and I was standing there reading when someone (the pastor of the church, Pastor Kennedy) came up to me. He got my attention and said “you are a pastor?”... I was so surprised. I said “yeah, how’d you know?” and he responded by telling me that “I was so calm in that moment and he could just tell”. That was a super cool moment for me. We got comfortable and sat through Sunday School/Bible Study that lasted for about an hour and a half and then we got ready for church to start. That day at Ongata Rongai was seriously SO cool. I wrote the following in my journal that night: “Worship was powerful. Each song built with spiritual intensity. During the last song (the whole time I was dancing, clapping, and singing in Swahili) I noticed how passionate people were. I said ‘God I wish I knew what they were singing and praying’ and immediately the voice of God said ‘they’re asking for revival’ and of course I started crying. I said ‘if that’s what they’re saying or even if it isn’t… please give them what they are asking for… and give it to me too’”.

Based on a prayer they said in English after the worship time was over, what God had spoken to me was correct. It brought me to tears how urgently and desperately they were singing, praying, and crying out to God. After the service I talked to some people who asked me what worship was like in America. I told them ‘not like that’ and they were shocked to hear me describe what a typical worship service looks like when it comes to participation. It was almost like their hearts were broken for me - for us - that we were not experiencing the joy that comes with the worship style they practice. Why don’t we worship like that? Why do we have to be stone statues reading off of a screen? Why can’t we pray like that? Urgently asking God to be with us, bless us, satisfy our needs, and bring REVIVAL to the church??? We are in desperate need of a revival and yet we’re too lazy/embarrassed/comfortable to even care enough to praise God in the way he deserves to be praised??? I’m not saying that I’m going to be dancing up and down the aisles when I come back home… but I AM going to choose to not be ashamed to worship God in the way I need to.

May 17 is a day that I will never forget. We spent the day at a school in the heart of the slum of Mathare. Images from this day are ingrained in my mind. The slum took up a whole valley that was just minutes from the city and better living conditions. On the drive there we saw lots of hard working people going through the motions and trying to survive. We saw trash everywhere - the ditch on the side of the road, big piles in random places that chickens and children were picking through. When we parked the bus, there was a little boy (he didn’t go to the school we were visiting, just lived in the neighborhood) outside who had what looked like burn marks up and down his arm and on his chest. We walked through the “slum soccer” courtyard where we would later have recess and walked into a little alley between the school (right) and a multi-level housing unit (left). The first thing I saw when I entered the alley was a dead rat and the last thing I saw before I left was two little boys playing. They weren’t playing with toys though - they were pouring dust from one plastic trash wrapper to another. The school had dirt floors and mud brick dividers between 5 or 6 classrooms. Their desks looked like skinny little church altars and each classroom held at least 20 children. Each teacher had a chalkboard, a couple books to teach out of, and two boxes of well used chalk. We were supposed to rotate and end up seeing 3 different classrooms but the first room I entered happened to be Ms. Edith’s preschool class and she asked me to stay with her class throughout the whole day. Even though the circumstances around them were unthinkable to me (a privileged American), every child I met had the biggest smile on their face and light in their eyes. They were incredibly happy. They were getting an education - the only way to break the cycle and get out - and they got lunch every single week day. During recess time the older kids played soccer in the courtyard and the community that surrounded the school watched while doing laundry or other everyday tasks. The preschoolers got to play with a parachute… they LOVE that parachute. Their giggles and smiles drown out the dirt, pain, and struggles around them. Since I spent the whole day with Ms. Edith’s preschool class, I got to know several of the children by name. As I watched them interact with each other and got to see their personalities, I began to see my own preschool children back at First Church (NFCN) in them. Tom reminded me of Jeremiah, Liam reminded me of Daisy, Trevor reminded me of Corbin, and Sylvia reminded me of Amy. Children’s ministry has its ups and downs. I have only held the official role of co-pastoring in preschool with Bethany for about 6 months now. I have the whole summer off but you better believe that when I get back and start working with my kids every week, I will ALWAYS see the faces of the precious children at the school in Mathare. I will continue to pour into the sweet kiddos I get the privilege of working with, but a piece of my heart will always belong to Kenya. They will be in my heart and in my prayers forever.

While the children brought me so much joy, the most impactful relationship I built that day was with the preschool teacher - Edith. She’s a student at ANU and teaching at the same time. That day she taught numbers, letters, different foods that are good to eat and how to draw them, how to pray, the importance of baptism, and many other little lessons. Edith is so strong. She serves humbly and selflessly everyday in the midst of utter poverty. The area is dangerous - Germaine walked every single girl to the bus as we left. He told Janice and Jacinda that it didn’t matter if you were white or Kenyan - it was almost a daily occurrence for people to be stripped, beaten, and robbed in Mathare. So what do we do? I feel like a lot of Americans would say “give them money, donate clothes, and offer food” but if I learned anything from Mathare it is that throwing money at the problem will NOT solve it. One of the little boys I was with wanted to see a simple “African Nazarene University” bracelet so I took it off and gave it to him. He looked at it for a couple minutes and then he took it off and gave it back. As I noticed other children watch his movements carefully, I realized that it was probably a good thing he gave it back. Other kids or even adults might have fought for that simple little bracelet. There are over 500,000 people living in Mathare and if the resources we donated to them were not plentiful - overflowing for everyone to have their fill and more - it would not bring peace and resolution but rather utter chaos. I was only in Kenya for a short time, but it seems to me that what Kenya needs is not America coming in to ‘save them’. Kenya needs its young people to continue to grow up and become passionate about ministering the communities around them. ANU students went with us that day and THEY are the answer and the hope that Kenya needs. I am so thankful for the opportunity to go, see, experience, discover, wipe the slate clean, and learn what life in Kenya is really like… but at the end of the day the future success of Kenya rests in the hands of the generation that truly knows the root of the problems and has the determination to fix it.

Kenya: Chapter 6 'Plugged In'

While we got plenty of opportunities to do ministry on and off campus, I found that the hidden joy and mission of this trip was truly getting plugged in. Conversations, fellowshipping over meals, investing time in different spaces on campus… the relationships that came from these moments are the ones I will cherish forever.

MARCUS- Marcus works the cash register/checkout line at the little cafeteria where we ate most of our meals. He greeted us everyday with a smile and LOTS of patience. Whether we were trying to figure out how many shillings we owed, collecting bottle caps (for Tally’s brothers), or buying breakfast to feed a whole bus... Marcus is super funny, kind to everyone, hard working, very patient, and humble. Although we didn’t have as many conversations as I had with some of the other students at ANU, he is my friend and I am so thankful that I got to meet him.

ERICK- Erick ended up sharing quite a few meals with us. He is studying education and while he seemed quiet at first, he genuinely wanted to get to know us and we had great conversations. Our friendship has grown even stronger after coming home. While all of my ANU friends are still in contact, the conversations I’ve had with him have been super helpful and comforting as the reverse culture shock has set in. Thank you for being a really great friend Erick… also you’ve got a super cool name :).

JACKLYN- Dr. Phillips (from Trevecca) is currently teaching at ANU for the summer semester. He invited us to one of his smaller business classes so that we could meet some more ANU students... this is where I first got the privilege of meeting Jacklyn. Dr. Phillips wanted us to split off (1 TNU and 1 ANU student), get to know each other, and introduce each other to the class. I had been drawn to Jacklyn as soon as I’d entered the room so let me tell you a little bit about this AMAZING woman. Jacklyn is from Burundi and she’s 30 years old. She’s the oldest of 4 (2 brothers, 1 sister) and she is married to a man named Joseph who still lives in Burundi. This is her second year at ANU but she’s almost done - yes… her family is back in Burundi but she is here by herself pursuing her education. She likes cows and Kenyan food isn’t her favorite (Burundi food is better). She’s majoring in International Business and she loves to travel and wants to travel more in the future. So far she’s been to Uganda, Russia, and Dubai. She gives the best hugs. She is also a member of the morning prayer group that I will write about in chapter 7. The last day the two of us were supposed to meet up and talk before I left… we never got the chance. The bus was on its way back but we were stuck in traffic and by the time we finally got back to campus, Jacklyn couldn’t wait any longer and had started on her way home. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that. Jacklyn, if you ever find yourself reading this please know how sorry I am that I missed you that day and that I’m so proud of everything you’re doing and I am incredibly thankful for your friendship.

LILIAN- A staff member came up to Kori and I one day and asked us if there were any Pastor’s Kids (PKs) on the trip. Kori was a double PK and somehow we both ended up in a meeting with Ms. Ruth and 4 PK’s from ANU. While I’m not a PK, I think that I’ve shared in some of the same struggles so I just pretended. That meeting was where Kori and I met Lilian. We were almost ready to go home and we didn’t have much time to get to know her, but that didn’t matter. Lilian joined Kori, Lauren, and I for lunch after that meeting and our hearts were instantly bonded together forever. We talked about the differences between America and Kenya (dating expectations are insanely different!). The last night of our trip the three of us cried for a solid hour - I have the pictures to prove it. I already miss you and your hugs SO much Lilian. I’m so incredibly thankful for our friendship and that I pretended to be a PK for a couple minutes :).

JUDY- Judy, my GIRL. I got to hang out with Judy on the last Monday (and Tuesday) of our trip. A bus full of TNU, SNU, and ANU students and faculty took a little field trip to visit Care of Creation Kenya at Moffat Bible College where we talked about Climate Change and their “Farming God’s Way” program. The 3 hour bus ride meant that Judy and I got ~close~. She is one of the most fashionable people I’ve ever met. She knows how to breakdance. We bonded over ex-boyfriend stories and she taught me how to spell the Swahili words I had learned. We sang together and bonded over all of the fun, girly stuff...  but she also told me about how her mom passed away on December 28 of 2000. We passed the cemetery where her mom is buried every time we left campus. Her dad had died when she was a baby so she was orphaned at age 6. Judy is SO strong. She has an optimistic view on life. She knows what she believes and she clings to her beliefs tightly. She is pure, tender-hearted, beautiful, talented, determined, and one of my favorite people I met in Kenya. Meeting her has changed my life… it made me stronger. Nakupenda, Judy.

COLLINS- The last day of our trip JP and I were asked to share our testimonies again (like we had done at the Town campus the first week). I shared mine and got the blessing of meeting several students afterward who came up and told me that my story had touched them. Two of them even shared their stories with me - one of them being Collins. Collins also knows a thing or two about cancer. His uncle and cousin passed away from colon and prostate cancer and his mom survived breast cancer. Cancer is very taboo in Kenya - it’s seen as witchcraft or the devil working inside of you. Only one hospital in all of Kenya treats cancer, no one wants to be around a person who has cancer, and public transit drivers (buses, tuk tuks, ubers) won’t even let you in their vehicle. He told me about how his family shunned his mom and how his dad (who thankfully worked for the government and therefore could get her the care she needed) bought his own car to transport her to that sole hospital for treatment that ended up saving her life. It’s been hard for him to share his story but -wow- what a humbling and inspiring gift it was that he chose to share it with me. I only had one conversation with Collins but his story hit me deep. His story is one that I will never ever forget. I am so thankful for his willingness to share his testimony with me and for his love for his mom and passion for life.

GERMAINE- Last but CERTAINLY not least… Germaine. I don’t even know where to begin and there’s no way I could write down the memories yet alone put into words how thankful I am for his friendship. Rob and Cindy were our missionary hosts but Germaine acted as our assistant host… our Kenyan connection. He was with us almost every day, gave us his perspective at debrief, made sure the girls were never alone and always protected, and so much more. I got to know Germaine, his story, and his future plans (that I am so excited for!!!). He graduated last year from ANU but came back to hang out with us and to see his old friend JP who was one of our Trevecca sponsors. He told me a few days into the trip that he thought I was a pastor from the first moment he met me. As you’ll hear in chapter 7, another person got that same impression which was super cool for me. Anyways, back to Germaine - what he didn’t know is that the same role he held for our group is the role that I will be taking up for 5 mission trip teams this summer while I’m interning in Puerto Rico. I could write another few pages on Germaine but I’ll cut it off here and just say thank you… thank you for the constant encouragement, the incredible example you set for me, your honesty in conversation, your advice, your protection, your guidance, your smile, and your friendship. I cannot wait to see where God takes you in these next few years. I’ll see you soon, brother.

THIS IS GERMAINE!!!!