My time in Mae Sot is coming to a close, and this keeps me up at night more times than I would like to admit. I moved here for a specific project. I knew this would be for just a season, but somehow, it feels like it lasted only a few days rather than the almost year...
I relished the silence. On this particular day, business in Braverly was slow. A few customers trickled in and left with drinks to go which meant my only distraction was the smell of freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen. Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance...
It was November 2017, and my world was a hot mess. I think the technical term for it was dumpster fire—at least that’s how one of my friends described it. Thanks pal. In the span of three months, the life I built, my dreams and goals and hopes for the...
I’ve been wrestling with the Father a lot these days. What a Christian thing to say—wrestling. He and I are struggling together. I’m asking Him a lot of questions, and wishing He spoke a little louder. These days, I feel more and more like I’m inching...
This week I stepped into a room filled with people who were there to hear from Kristy and me, ask questions, and see for themselves the work we’ve poured ourselves into. Nothing felt more vulnerable than stepping into that space, prying our hands open to let others...
A year ago, I said yes. It wasn’t my first, and it certainly won’t be my last. This yes led me to move to Mae Sot, Thailand. It led me to this team and to this work. It led me to a life that is beautiful and challenging and a million other adjectives. I’ve...
