Author: Adventures

Hey ya’ll!!  whoaaa so i’m gonna throw it out there that i am SO FREAKING EXCITED to get to Nicaragua but this has been such a stretching experience already!! Our first team bonding activity was a ride on the MARTA (which is, of course, always a good time) to our home for the night. Our journey continued with an epic hike with all our worldly possessions for the next two months through an ABSOLUTE DOWNPOUR on the streets of Atlanta. As much as it sucked being soaked, I don’t think i would’ve wanted to start this trip any other way. For a few reasons. #1 It was...

It was completely pouring.  A torrential downpour. Our team was getting off the marta station coming from the airport and our only dirrection was to find a homeless shelter in Atlanta called Safehouse.  Our entire team was caught in this unexpected storm, yet everyone was smiling and laughing as their suitcases and clothes were getting drenched.  From then on, I could tell thatt there was going to be something different about this trip, this team, this mission.  After arriving at Safehouse, we were split into teams and were told to venture out onto the streets...

Our first night of training we were given $1 each and challenged to go out into the streets of Atlanta and allow the spirit to lead us to specific people who really need to be loved and listened to. After much prayer and slight hesitation Jenny, Katie and I were being drawn to a homeless man laying on some stairs of a near by building. As we walked up and started talking to him it became very apparent that he was most likely strung out on some kind of drug. His name is Sherman and the spirit just allowed our attempts to talk to him go smoothly and after 10 minutes he was telling us his...

We spent our first night in the Safe House in Atlanta. Late that night, we were sent in to the downtown streets of Hotlanta to hang out with people. I wasn’t very excited about this and a little nervous. My comfort was in the cafeteria, bus or mall. You know? Well lit areas. With my team, we set off. Our area was beside the hospital. Ruthann and I saw two young girls sitting on a curb, so we joined them.  Masey was Asian and the other was Hispanic. Masey’s brother was in the hospital have scans because he jumped into a pool and hit his head. We told them was we were doing...

Our time at training camp has been a lot of preparation for traveling and ministering in different countries as well as just growing closer together as a team.  One afternoon as a team we were given the word “build” and told just to go with it.  Our group quickly decided to build a human pyramid, with relative success.  Although we didn’t get an exact pyramid we were able to make some sort of human “pile.”  After given the word “improve” we moved on to other human buildings.  It was amazing how after only two days...

Call me a little piggy all you want, but food is always on my mind– and it’s definitely not a high point at training camp. The portions are small, about a third of what I normally eat, and the food is foreign. We’ve had curry chicken (not a fan), meatballs and rice (a deliciously strange combo), ugalu (an african dish made of corn that tastes like grits and rice) and one blissful meal of hotdogs, chips, and popsicles. The worst, by far, was the crunchy,  salty, little fried minnow I ate today. I had to break off its head cuz I couldn’t...