Adventures – Page 4

Mundane Faithfulness

October 18, 2014
Adventures
Life on the Field

I stare at the bright white screen that lights up my face in my bunk bed as the rain is gently falling on the tin roof and the fan is set on “1” to keep me from sweating again after my second shower of the day. Nothing. So many thoughts are swirling around in my head, yet none of them are typed. A new medium: black ballpoint BIC ink pen and a half-used college-ruled notebook that I used for a college class which I obviously didn’t take enough notes in. Nothing. The writer’s block doesn’t budge. Am I allowed to say that? One must be a writer in order to posses...

When Dreamworld Meets A Punch From Life

October 10, 2014
Adventures
Life on the Field

I dream a lot both during the day and at night. I dream about where I’d like to be, places to go, cultures to experience, what I see myself doing, who I want to be with, and more. Then, something amazing happens! I sometimes actually get there to those places I had envisioned or dreamed about. So many memories and moments turn into fuel for more dreams resulting from these trips. Yet, I have a problem. I sometimes get caught up in the thinking and dreaming so much, that I have a difficult time in the now. I’m where the “rubber meets the road”. It’s life....

Gods Lesson

October 8, 2014
Adventures
Admissions

Morning came and like usual on mission trips, things didn’t go as planned. We didn’t have anything to do around the community so we were assigned work on the compound. We were told to grab shovels and head out to the garbage pile on the project. When we visually took in our next mission I was like “no biggy”. Then we started. I normally don’t have a problem getting my hands dirty but it was pretty disgusting. I felt nauseous just picking at some of the rotten garbage. Unusual scary looking bugs were crawling everywhere. All the brush and cardboard boxes were...

Why Was I Chosen?

September 22, 2014
Adventures
Life on the Field

Imagine this… 90 degree weather, 70 plus percent humidity, no air conditioning and scorching sun. Most people in the US would look at that and go into cardiac arrest. And to be honest the last three weeks I thought I was going to die at 19 from a heart attack. (joking, kinda). These past few weeks I’ve constantly being asking myself the question of, “why am I here?”. Why did God choose ME of all people in the world to come to Nicaragua? A girl who loves her make-up, her lotions and perfumes, her hair clean, her armpits shaven, her nails done and her skin...

I chose to love

September 22, 2014
Adventures
Poetry

I chose to love When we walked by an older man living at the dumpAnd went over and said hello I chose to love When the man began to cry As he told us of his painHow he hadn’t eaten in three days I chose to loveAs we prayed blessing and healing over over himAnd again, as I felt God calling me to pray once more I chose to loveWhen I fasted and prayed for this man later that day I chose to loveWhen we checked on him two days laterAnd the situation worsened Due to a possible broken rib I chose to loveWhen I got up early to help pick him up from the dumpAnd get him...

I am not a good person

September 17, 2014
Adventures
Poetry

Let me set the story straightThere’s something y’all need to knowI’ve tried just to let it slideBut for some reasonI can’t let it go People tell me it’s true I’ve heard it again and againAnd they really do mean wellBut the truth is they don’t know They don’t know they’re wrong They’re wrong when say “Oh! You’re such a good person” This line echoes in my mindAgain and againI just smile modestly in responseNot having the courage to speak Speak out and tell them the truth The truth is I am not a good personI...

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