Countless books have been written about living, surrendering, and faith. Personal faith. Each person has their own personal faith story... but at the end of the day, the call is the same... complete surrender. Not my will but yours will be done. We came to Barranquilla with many dreams, hopes, and excitement of living overseas, learning a language, and participating in a new culture. Even as I look back now, I see Him giving me opportunities to emancipate my own desires along
The uninhibited phrase I had uttered was "The Lord said to me..." I noticed the person I was talking to shift uncomfortably. Up until that point in my life, I was blissfully unaware of a faith where God didn't speak. To me, this truly was a living faith. I turned it over in my head. Am I crazy? Isn't hearing God speak the crux of this living faith I believe in? I was instantly saddened by this discovery. What does that look like; faith without God speaking. "In the beginning,
As I sat down at my computer to write this blog I hesitated. Not that I don't have anything to write or am suffering writer's block. But for where to take this without sounding like I'm complaining or whining. Covid-19 is a destructive virus and does not discriminate. We all have stories of pain, suffering, and isolation since its existence on earth. No one has been immune to its effects and outcomes. We as missionaries aren't special by any means. But nonetheless, I think it
The sun was peaking through the palms and shining on the bunch of bananas like a spotlight. I had separated myself from the group of chatting moms. The palms begging to be observed and etched. I sat cross-legged with a pencil and scratch paper on a clipboard. The kids were climbing rocks and trees; sometimes stepping through the palms like a curtain on stage with big grins leading the way. An urge had overtaken me. An urge to make the banana palm fixed... permanently placed.
I should have seen this coming. These types of scenarios lend themselves to deep conversations. Mostly empty and picked-over plates and bowls from lunch are strewn about our dining room table. The kids have long left, and are running around in the back patio of our home in Barranquilla. My friend was tearing up telling me about meeting a half-brother she didn't even know existed last year. My heart ached for her. What would it be like to suddenly find out your father had a wh
Our oldest daughter; Taylor, created a cool video for one of her school projects using all of her new found talents in video work. It is a cool video with some of their homeschool friends and parents describing some specifics of Colombia and Carnaval. It is entitled Wild and Free and it vies you a cool glimpse into her mind and abilities. You need to check it out.
As Christmas and New Year come and go, most of the world plunges into their work. Barranquilla, however, takes a short breath and prepares for the most celebrated time of the year... Carnaval. Many schools will begin after the week of Carnaval, giving students and teachers their longest break of 3 months during the holidays. The winds that signaled the beginning of the dry season of the coast in November have enticed us all to linger a little while longer on the patio. While
Anticipation mounted in my spirit as I boarded a plane in 2019 to go to an international women's retreat in Ecuador. I was ready for a refreshing, meeting other missionaries, and especially excited about leaving the normal routines of our lives in Colombia. What I didn't know was what God had planned for me on that epic trip had nothing to do with the retreat I attended, whatsoever. The Lord has this interesting way of giving us the best surprises. Having arrived a day before
In an attempt to find a rhythm, I have made repetition my master and driver. Instead of moving throughout my day with love, I have found myself methodically demanding the beat. I hear my words of impatience mounting...squeezing out life from my soul, my daughters, my husband. Insatisfaction seeps into my expression even. I have felt my face dropping. It sounds ludicrous, but in the past few months, I have felt the corners of my mouth especially, sag. This realization periodic
Being newer missionaries, we are constantly learning the dance, the rhythm. Arriving in Colombia we didn’t exactly see there was a jump rope swinging round and round to a beat unfamiliar to us. The beat of daily life foreign and unconnected to us, at first painful. The key being to ask questions… many questions. Curiosity on our part invites people in and learning to easily laugh at oneself keeps anger and bitterness at bay. What does it look like to enter into the rhythm of
Tears began to stream down my face, as our hands united us around the room. Chairs, sofas, and benches lay empty like open hands encircling our group. Nathan, the service dog, lay patiently outside the circle, head resting on the floor. The emotions of that moment flooded over me. Here we were, Joel and I, standing in unity with twenty other people we knew only by name, praying for their needs, and the needs of others. God's Spirit moved in our midst. There truly is nothing m
Travelers that we are, we all have a good sturdy backpack and high-quality carry-on. When packing for our Home Assignment in December we all giggled at each other from inside our closets. What kind of clothes could we pack from our now completely tropical wardrobe? I kid you not, we had no jackets, no long-sleeved shirts or clothes that would keep heat in. Our wardrobes consist of light, airy materials that hopefully don't cling when the sweats inevitably come on every day. O
Four months after the start of the thing we are now calling CoVID-19,* I find myself wadding through the future of what is to be of my ministry. The very project I have been chasing/pursuing for the better part of two years. Countless meetings, site visits, fact-finding, negotiations, casting the vision, and a myriad of other things have seemingly halted in what felt like a blink of an eye. Of course human life and suffering matter soooo much more than what I am doing in Col
Loneliness loomed over me like a heavy blanket. We knew we would be moving to a new country without a team of other missionaries. For the most part, Joel and I welcomed the challenge of starting from scratch. We didn't know just how difficult isolation would be. For the first few months, we busied ourselves with setting up our entire lives in an unfamiliar place without the benefit of someone who had gone before us. Setting up the house was challenging yet fun! Everything to
Steps to get us back to Colombia: Cancel your current giving/donation with TEAM. Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org There are two different ways to accomplish the cancellation of your current giving. You can either call the TEAM Donor Support office or email the office staff. The quickest (and most efficient) way would be emailing Donor Relations and informing them that you would like to have them stop donations moving forward. If you would rather speak to a person you may call 1-800-3
The two blocks to the large Centro Comercial (shopping mall) are not far, but walking anywhere in 93% humidity will cause an instant sweat. I stroll up the sidewalk approaching the first of five escalators. The first escalator is my favorite. The cool, free air washes over me and the sweat gives me a little chill. The Centro Comerciales... they aren't exactly the shopping malls that we think of with a movie theater, department, and specialty stores. These malls are built as a