The lifeguard. The rescue. The save. Oh how it’s all so easy to talk about after being a guard for 10 years. But today, I realize that my talk is cheap when someone is crying out. It’s so easy to see others bobbing up and down in trouble. I see them fighting the water, the waves. I see them battling their… Read More
day 19: have you seen the wrestle before the save.
It’s late. Wee hours of the morning to be exact and I can’t sleep. There is a wrestling inside me that stirs deep. The thoughts of the dark, mad world creep in and it’s unsettling. I’ve been hanging out with friends that are teaching me about prostitution and girls that need a rescue. We weren’t out with Bibles or life… Read More
for days when you’re drowning.
I keep striving. I’m trying to keep up. I feel like I’m splashing around, but something inside of me is screaming You’re drowning! Quit thrashing around and just be. Be. It’s been a crazy incredible month. There’s so much to share and the words get all boggled up. Then I become frustrated because the words don’t align properly or even… Read More
day 17: if you can swim in shallow waters, you can swim in the deep.
It was a flashback that took me by surprise. We were snorkeling off the beautiful crystal blue coast of Roatan, Honduras and enjoying God’s creations in the underwater. I soon witness a woman begin to freak out. She was almost in a panic. “I just saw the ocean floor disappear. I can’t swim here, I’m too afraid.” And she quickly… Read More
day 16: when the rescue seems overwhelming you have it wrong.
The stench of poverty waved through the air. It was thick as it took my breath away. My senses were overloaded, but oddly my heart was full. It didn’t take too long for me to feel overwhelmed. I think the heaviness of poverty hit the minute we drove in to Guatemala City dump communtiy. Then a sense of sorrow waved… Read More
day 15: god comes to the rescue and provides a birthday cake in guatemala.
I knew God had called me back to Guatemala to be a voice for the children there. I had heard it so vividly in my soul last February. But here we were, a team of 20, standing on Guatemalan soil and I was wondering again “how can I make a difference?” Waking up sleepily the first morning there was excitement… Read More