Author: Adventures

I’ve been anticipating great change in my life for months now and i was convinced that this trip would bring the change that i was craving. I wanted to be rid of my American mind in order to enter in to a whole new level of following. I thought that being here would force me to be rid of my desire for money, materials, and routine. Basically, i was anxious to crucify my American ways in order to take part in a new fellowship with God. I wanted to be homeless, dirty, without comfort, and without posessions. But to my surprise, growing up in America has poisoned my soul in a much deeper...

Trust is something that has really been on my mind lately. We trust the food we eat to not make us sick, we trust our leaders to take care of us, we trust our friends with our stories, we trust the bus drivers to get us to where we need to go safely (even when they do get in accidents here every now and then). Trust is such an odd topic and it is something that I have always struggled with. We all have to trust in something, honestly whether we want to or not. Personally, i trust in the L$ord$. However, it makes me think back to church last Sunday. The preacher talked about when J$esus$...

“I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.” Songs of S 7:10 In every woman’s heart, there is a desire to be desired, to be pursued, to be loved. The L has been really teaching me about His heart for me and the depth of His love. I have always known that He is a jealous G-d and that He will continue to pursue me with a vengeance, wooing me with beautiful sunsets, a community full of love, and other little things that capture my heart. However, I have just not been able to let myself fall deeply in love with Him. I could not understand how to do that since I viewed...

To a middle class white Texan who has been blessed enough to live in a decent suburb and have my own car sense i was 16. Never did it cross my mind that I would need to use a bus one day. I mean let’s be real, I have only used the dart train in Dallas once in my life, and never have I been in a taxi. But let me just express to you that in India, we use the bus everyday 4 times a day. And there is no such thing as personal space. HA! Especially when the bus teller tries to make a game out of the ride and see how many people you can get in one bus. Let’s just say it’s about...

Each morning I wake up to the pouring rain. After breakfast with chai, my team heads out to catch the bus. Two buses and forty minutes later, we arrive at our destination: daycare.   This week I worked at a daycare that’s tucked into the slums right at the edge of the ocean. As we walk through the streets, the children stare and yell, “Halo, teacha!” The cows and goats eat their breakfast from the piles of garbage that clutter the streets and it’s usually raining, so by the time we get to the school, our feet are soggy and coated in mud.   I volunteered...

  My two favorite constants since we’ve been in India are the bus rides and experiencing the life in our work areas.  The very first day we arrived in Goa, we got on a bus and headed for our mini$try location. All of the seats were filled and the aisle was also completely full. Our team (about 5 of us that day) crammed into the already FULL bus. Hindi music was blaring, people were yelling, the bus was hot, it smelled like spices and body odor (not the best combination), and I was sharing one “american-sized space” with 3 other girls. It was quite interesting...