courage, dreams, missions, Smashed Saint Journeys

Seoul Searching, Part 1

In the Spring of 2013, I began to acutely feel the pull to go to the nations, specifically Korea. The craving for Korea was so deep, I began devouring Korean Dramas--which I had previously never had an interest in. I would lose sleep some nights just to finish watching a drama. I thought I was totally backsliding.… Continue reading Seoul Searching, Part 1

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When Love Says Go

On February 3, 2017 the Back to Basics Collective put together a concert/fundraiser, When Love Says Go, to support my upcoming longterm missions to Asia. I'd been hashtagging #WhenLoveSaysGo over the past year as I traveled to different countries and cities for ministry and missions, as just a simple statement of--well, wherever God tells me to go,… Continue reading When Love Says Go

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Pan-Orama

Panorama:   a complete view from pan- [all] + horama [Gk. sight, spectacle, that which is seen; from horan, to look, see] // I've been thinking about blind spots. We all have them--if we're humble enough to admit. We live inside opaque walls (God-forbid you see through me), But our intimate souls crave close-ups; our brilliant intellects chase microscopic analysis, deconstruct &… Continue reading Pan-Orama

dreams, inspiration, Saturday Selah, you move me

The Good Cafe Window Seat

sitting at a window looking outside before the day runs into itself.   and it’s not particularly gorgeous or spectacular, there’s nothing fancy about this seat, or my hair, or my naked unmade-up face, my thin eyes— in fact, the barista looked at me sympathetically as I rubbed my eyes and said, “caffeine, you need… Continue reading The Good Cafe Window Seat

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For Those Falling Down the Rabbit Hole [or, To Growing]

The ground beneath my feet Has fallen out from under me Suddenly, it dropped Like a vicious joke, a magician's trick and poof I'm free falling; I'm Alice-in-the-rabbit-hole Not knowing where or when--or if--I'll land. I frantic look left look right But they keep their hands raised and faces Exultant, turned to God and away… Continue reading For Those Falling Down the Rabbit Hole [or, To Growing]