Today, I write to you from Brazil. I’m here for 3 months, waiting on God, asking Him about His purpose, why He has sent me here. I’m not here with a team, or any church. It’s just Jesus and I. He told me to go, and here I am. Typical. It’s quite funny when people ask me…
After four months of living abroad, it is good to be home. Although, to be honest, in some ways it doesn’t feel like I am home. The people I used to know quite well have changed, and the rhythm of life I navigated once so naturally has become like a strange tune to my ears.…
It all started on Sunday. I woke up that morning to a whisper in my ear. The voice said, “Daughter, give me this day. Turn off your phone, your computer, and your TV, and let me plan today.” With the haze of sleep still over me, I rubbed my eyes and asked if this was…