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Grace + Peace > Strife. Also, rambles.

It has been awhile since I have returned Stateside. I have now come to a place (by the grace of God, and by said grace only) in which I can look back, sigh, and thank God for being faithful through the numerous tearful days and nights.

That transition hits you like a train, y’all – not the kind of train that you miss. Definitely not intending to say that is a closed door, either. Does transition ever fully come to a stop? My honest thought process tells me that it does not end as long as we live ever-changing, ever-transforming lives. Certainly, it does take form in different shapes and sizes. I could be really dramatic and seize this opportunity to use lyrics from an Ed Sheeran or Adele song of a long lost love as an analogy to describe how it feels when the randomly occurring, yet deeply piercing moments of what seem to be a hazy past life hit you through a certain smell, craving, or the sight of a what is thought to be a familiar face…alas, I will spare you.

In hindsight, I realize that I spent much time upon return in a manner of striving, scurrying, struggling to keep from drowning. However, no tearful season passes without producing some gem:

Stop & KNOW

In scriptural terms, “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).

“I do know that waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one’s thoughts. It is easy to talk oneself into a decision that has no permanence – easier sometimes than to wait patiently.”
the late Elisabeth Elliot, circa Passion and Purity

Striving in efforts to GO leads to stress, to anxiety, to an altogether unhealthy mindset and heart set. This is when having courage means reminding oneself of wise words: above all else, guard your heart, for out of it springs the wells of life.

Remember, steps of faith need to be steps of faith, not steps of _________.

Even in the stillness, there remain unshakable truths:

  • God is good.
  • God loves me.
  • God is working together all things for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.




Hold on to these.

This is probably an appropriate place to offer a disclaimer, or clarification of sorts. I have not given up on pursuing a life of missions. I am not waiting around for something to work out, nor a sign to be written out in the sky. I am, however, at peace with the current circumstances. Allowing my roots to grow in San Jose was not “the plan”, but it happens and it is happening for now. A missionary’s life looks different in every part of the world, but missions is everywhere because missions means as long as you are on this earth, your purpose is to love people by pointing them to the love of Jesus – and people are everywhere. This is what being “sure of the unseen” and the “wanderings of Waness” are all about. The most important thing in all of this, is to praise the Creator – without Him, none of what we do would need to be done because it is not about me nor you nor humankind. The point is to recognize the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

So, you better recognize. (Yeah, I went there. Sorry, it had to be done.)

Sing it from the mountaintops, sing it from the valley!
As far as vision goes, mine doesn’t go very far – at least, not without major gaps. I do feel a stirring that I may be moving along soon. Although, “soon” is a relative term. Until “soon” becomes “now”, I pray this for myself and for you, dear reader: let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful (Colossians 3:15).


When You Tell a Wanderer to Stay Put for Awhile

She might panic for a little bit, searching for a place to call home

In searching, she might discover plenty of options. Options that include wild and crazy, random ventures as well as the most normal sounding paths. You might hear the rhythm of possibility dancing in her heartbeat.
She might embrace this wandering of a different kind, this new adventure
She might forget how to string words into sentences – both legibly and audibly
She might lose sight and grasp of objective and desire
She might get caught up in a mountain of detail
She might sob and it might be ugly
 A little lot might come where that came from…
However, we know the story does not end there. The sun rises the next morning, the hours tick by, and more oxygen is exchanged for carbon dioxide. After acknowledging the ever-presence of her sweet Refuge and many deep breaths later, she might get up from the ground and do something…just to see what might happen.
It goes like this:
I boarded a plane at London Heathrow and hopped off at Los Angeles International with the last few years of my life in tow this January, quite uncertain of what would be next. Poetic right? New Year, new journey – or something of that nature.

The first order of business upon return, as it goes for anyone who was been away for a time, was to reacquaint with so many names and faces – all the way from down in San Diego and up to the Bay Area. Stories and smiles were exchanged as friends and family welcomed me back. Thankfully, I was able to attend the Calvary Chapel Missions Conference in January – much exhortation and encouragement was spoken to me as well as plenty of words of grace and peace. Some were so kind as to brace me and to give equipment for the shock that was surely soon to come, but no one could have thoroughly prepared me for what was coming without delay.

Some call this reverse culture shock; whilst others, “reentry”. Still more humans might define this as a season of transition. Whatever you call It, it is no joke.

These past few months have been a bit of a blur, to be honest. Just as I had touched on in the beginning, many tears were shed and many feels were felt. On plenty of days, I found myself lying on the floor with no reason as to how I got there and no desire to get up. The atypical day in which I felt particularly productive, I gave myself tasks and projects because productivity typically helps an uneasy mind. Sorted through my closet and got rid of some old clothes, picked up my crochet hooks again, climbed a couple rocks in the woods…all whilst crying out to Jesus from the depths of my turmoil-filled heart.
One particular defining moment, in the midst of all of this, occurred when I was visiting a church one evening. Everyone was singing along to this chorus, “Christ is enough for me. Christ is enough for me. Everything I need is in you. Everything I need…I have decided to follow Jesus, no turning back – no turning back!” There I was again, choking up, on the verge of tears. Pull it together, Vanessa. You are in public. Stop being such a hot mess. Oh, but as hot and as messy as they were, these tears were much sweeter. Somewhere, deep inside the recesses of my heart, there was resounding affirmation of these words being sung. Surely, this must be true – it really is the only thing that makes sense. Heart, do you dare to sing of Christ’s sufficiency? Even if it can barely escape your lips, no louder than a strained whisper, remind yourself, “Christ is ENOUGH for me. Christ IS enough for me. Everything I need is in you.” Sometimes we humans make commitments that we do not cannot fully understand the depths of in the moment. That must be why we call them leaps of faith, right? Whether the commitment is to a life of carrying a cross and following Jesus until death, a marriage, a set of outfits for a trip, or a payment plan of some sort, you cannot fully understand the weight of it until said commitment is tested.
Decide for yourself. Will you follow Him? Through every and any season? Note that your indecision to follow is a decision to not follow.
If you decide to follow Jesus and without turning back, you will not regret it. Surely, you will be “ruined for the ordinary”, but who wants to be ordinary anyways?
The times that shake you up help you to realize the magnitude of your commitments. Somewhere, somehow amongst all of the uncertainty, I came to a deeper realization that faith in Christ is so real. Like, there is something within me that is so unshakeable, it cannot be quenched nor questioned – I know that is none other than Christ in me, the hope of glory.
Well, all of this following led me here, where I find myself again – learning how to be led by God in an unfamiliar land. It was like I woke up one day and asked “Well how in the world did I get here…but more importantly, what am I going to do now?” The bizarre thing is that this unfamiliar land is where I am from. The sights, the sounds, and the smells are supposed to be familiar, right? These are the things and the life I was supposed to miss, they tell me. I should slip right in and just tralala…right? Eat In N Out, drink iced beverages, and be merry?
The truth is, that It does not go so smoothly sometimes.
Some days I cannot shake off this heavy, inexplicable anxiety.
Some days I feel like I am flapping my wings, trying to find a place to land.
Some days I can hardly formulate words, much less – sentences.
Some how days turned into weeks, which turned into months and I am finally posting a blog about returning to the land of the stars and the stripes, a blessed land indeed. I do wonder what exactly brought me to this place of being able to write about these things. Was it that moment somewhere in between two and three AM, with a migraine and a stillness of heart that uttered the resounding “it’s time”, or was it the strengthening glimmer of the moon shining through my window? Perhaps it was a combination of these, accompanied by the rawness that these hours birth in a sleepy soul. Whatever the cause may be, I know that God can use a number of means to speak to a listening ear and to calm a wandering heart.

Not sure of what these next months will look like, or where this will take me, but I do know that my life is in the hands of the Maker of heaven. I am certain that the Wanderings of Waness are not over – not because of my will, but because of His.

The number one thing you learn as a wanderer is that you do and you can because your only true home is in heaven.

Lord knows I just want to be out “there” so I know the in between will not be easy, but His grace is obviously more than enough and I know that He has made all of the arrangements. Meanwhile, I will be slinging shots of espresso downtown and readjusting my sails to ready for when the wind comes to blow me away.

Relating to Colplay, Zinzendorf & deer, oh dear.

There I was, standing in a dark room made of brick walls. Hands, empty. Spirit, heavy. With no idea of what to do or where to go, I knew exactly who I cried out to.
“Jesus, I need you.”
Sincerity was met with sweet relief as I waited there, knowing the rest would come.
Okay, maybe this did not literally take place. I think it may have been a dream, or a daydream, perhaps even a vision…Regardless, it felt real and this depiction is basically the past month and a half in a nutshell.
“In her agony of mind she went to Him who had never failed her yet, and He gave her guidance.”
I read those words in a biography of Mary Slessor, pioneer missionary to the West Coast of Africa. The truth and the timeliness of it! To put it in plain language, I had hit a wall of discouragement accompanied by a lack of vision for the next season of life. So there I was, in the fog, crying out to Jesus with great desperation and expectancy. After seeking some wise counsel, I started to test some waters for direction. The result of this was finding where I will not be in this next season. In an unconventional way, this was a step towards somewhere.
Amidst all of this, so many feels have been felt and my tear ducts could not testify to a dry season. I mean really, how do you practically prepare to have your heart ripped out?  You fasten your seat-belt and hold on to the roller coaster of emotion commonly known as life – that’s how.

Oh and yes, I know, “nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard.” Thank you, Coldplay.

So, we embrace the season and we press on – feels and all.
As emotional and confusing as these past weeks have been, I must not fail to mention that growing pains bear fruit in perspective, vision and heart.
It is easy to get carried away with thinking complicated thoughts and obscuring ideas in theology, missions and personal calling but really God just desires that my heart be devoted to Him and Him alone.
“I have one passion and that is Him and only Him.”
– Count Zinzendorf of the Moravian church
True theology (by definition) is all about God. The heart of missions is all about God. A pure, personal calling for missions is all about God. It is His love that compels us, it is His love that sustains us. This is why we do what we do. This is why our hearts tremble and grow in size and stature when we look to Him in all of His glory.
Now friends, as I spend these last couple of weeks at the Zichy Kastely in Vajta, Hungary I have some theology credits to finish up and a few bags to pack. From here, I journey back to America into the unknown. I intend on attending the Calvary Chapel Missions Conference (hope to see you there!), meeting with some pastors and missionaries, and reacquainting with dear ones that I have not properly seen in some years.
In a sense, I really do not know what I am stepping towards, but I do know that God promised to never leave me nor forsake me and He has called me to go and make disciples. So that is exactly what I want to do.
Options are way open and very present. I am in a unique place in which I am committed to no one, no place or no thing. So much freedom, so much possibility. I am only committed to what is most important – my heart is stayed on my God; He is my refuge and He has made my feet like the feet of a deer and set me secure on the heights.

Much ado about learning and equipping

Words have evidently failed me these past couple of months as I have failed to keep up with writing. Meanwhile, much learning has been taking place amidst the business of mind and body day in and day out.

Last time I wrote, I had plans of staying in Vajta, Hungary for a few weeks and heading off to Germany to come alongside a church there for a time. A change of plans occurred not long after returning to the village that I have come to grow so fond of. God made it obvious to me that the most obedient thing I could do was to remain at the conference center and be a part of the conference center staff for the rest of the summer. So I stayed.

Whirlwinds turned into fires which turned into fiery whirlwinds. These fiery whirlwinds were manifested in finding my footing in new positions and taking on everything that entails whilst seeking wisdom in interpersonal knots and the every day highs and lows.

Although not all spiritual seasons can be defined in certain ways, there is a certain type of season that can very appropriately be referred to as a whirlwind. A whirlwind catches any fragile thing that gets in the way. A whirlwind is a strong force, no massive amount of willpower can stand against it. The strongest man alive is no match for the whirlwind.

These few words from Nahum 1:3 offer a bit of perspective for the pilgrim tossed about by the force of the wind, The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and in the storm”. Alas, there is rest for your soul.

Enter, fire.

Fire is not estranged from heat nor light. Fire destroys that which is weak and strengthens that substance for which strength was intended. You and I are no strangers to fire. It burns down forests, it keeps your toes warm on a chilly, starry night. A figurative fire is the passion in your heart – it makes your eyes wide and keeps your mind set. The fire I write of is the refining fire.

Refining removes impurities and superfluous substance. Simply put, a refining fire gets rid of the ugliness. You recognize when you are in it, whether you were prepared for it or not.

If you are currently in a fire of sorts as you peruse my ramblings, do take heart because there is rest for you. These are, “so that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ” (1 Peter 1:7).

Whether the whirlwind is inside of you or the whirlwind tosses the earth around you. When the fire refines you from the inside out. Indeed, there is rest for your soul.

This rest is made real as I train my eyes to stay on the author and the finisher of my faith. The breastplate of righteousness and the shield of faith keep safe the truth of who I am – behind which no flame can reach. I do indeed press on, and so may you, knowing that anything endured for the sake of seeking God serves great preparation in the great scheme of things.

Seasons changed and Summer turned to Fall, and here we are again at Calvary Chapel Bible College Europe. Currently I am finishing off the last two classes for my Bachelor Degree whilst working on staff in the Bible College Office, helping out the registrar/filling in whatever gaps I can. In a familiar place, with some new faces and a calling to call my own. A mess of a girl with a firm grasp of her own inability and more importantly her God’s absolute ability to do all things.

Until next time, but hopefully sooner than later.

For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. – Psalm 84:11

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

γειά σου Κύπρος, szia Magyarország

You know how ‘they’ say, “TIME FLIES!”?

I have no pun nor rhyme for you. Simply, a fierce agreement with the idiom.

Three months came and passed faster than fast. Getting ready to leave and the actual act of leaving Paphos felt so surreal because of how quickly time had caught up with me.

And boy was it a tearsome event to behold! This time around, saying goodbye was just straight up sad! What I realized is this: there was no fear of the future, no worry of plans going awry. Nothing but an unshakeable feeling that needs no further explanation.

You all have known and felt that which I write of. God does not promise us that we will never be sad, but He does promise love, joy and peace among other things in His son Jesus Christ. Before I carry on with more detail about what has been going on in Paphos, I just want to take this moment to encourage you to give your greatest woe and deepest sorrow over to Him that promises to make beauty from ashes. The God that literally raised a body from the dead can surely meet you in your circumstance.

During these last three months in Paphos, 4 young people gave their hearts to God and accepted His salvation and 3 lovely ladies got baptized in the sea! Meanwhile, many seeds have been sown around the city, amongst the people and in due time they will surely reap harvest. Pray for these individuals that have recently become a part of the family of Christ and those that have yet to surrender to love; the struggle of the spiritual realm is so evident for each person that makes a decision to follow Christ. Never have I seen such a tug-of-war.

Calvary Chapel Paphos is on the brink of something new! A vision and burden from years ago is starting to come together piece by piece.

As hinted at in the title, I am currently back in Hungary! Those of you that know me well may be surprised to know that there is a tentative plan as well:

  • Budapest, Hungary – for a couple more days taking care of some practical things like writing this blog update filling out paperwork and trying to sort out PayPal.
  • Vajta, Hungary – serving at Calvary Chapel Bible College Europe as I touch base with some others there.
  • Kindsbach, Germany – ministering and doing outreach with Calvary Chapel Kaiserslautern by helping out in a cafe they run, meeting with University students, and helping to facilitate a Vacation Bible School.

Time frames are vague still but, Deo volente, this is how the next few months look! As far as a return to Paphos goes, it still looks like a question mark at the moment. In due time we will see how and when a return may play out.

Another development is that I am applying for my Bachelor Degree in Theology at CCBCE! Last time I was there, my credits were totaled and I was shown that there are only a few classes and a thesis to be written before I have everything necessary to graduate. The only setback (which is hardly a setback) is that my name needs to be in the EU collegiate system for 3 years in order to fully qualify. In the mean time I can take whatever classes I need to via the correspondence program and continue being a missionary wherever God leads.

As per usual, here is the link to my Pay Pal account if you feel led to support the ministry that God is doing in and through me around Europe: ( If you are able to donate a one-time gift or would prefer to donate on a monthly basis, it would truly be appreciated. Also, please keep me and those that I serve with in your prayers! Feel free to write any time.



“Rock of ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee”


My life  here in Paphos very much revolves around divine appointments. By that I mean, most days I wake up with no scheduled plans, but by the time the sun goes down there have been seeds sown through conversations with friends that I run in to or new friends that I may have just met on the street that day.

A lot has been going on in the lives of people that we are reaching out to here. Each individual has his or her own story; the gospel has been shared much and relationships have been made and cultivated. Plenty of seeds have been sown and watered; in the past few weeks two young guys have given their lives to God (PRAISE HIM!)!

In all honesty, being here can be pretty draining at times. Sure, the island life is chill and the land itself is unspeakably beautiful. By no means does this draw an equivalent to hearts and lives. A place that is so gorgeous can simultaneously be a harbor for hard hearts to gather. Spiritually and emotionally, yes this field can be hardcore.

However, that is what  I signed up for. This is why I am here doing what I do. Like this one man from Washington DC said one Speakers Week when I was at bible college, “Be tired from the ministry, not tired of the ministry.” He shared this during a teaching on John 4, when Jesus meets the Samaritan woman at the well. Jesus sat down to rest and have some water, because He was tired. What did that lead to? A divine appointment.

Praying over the city.

Praying over the city.

As should be expected, a lot of faith building has been taking place in my own heart. What has God confirmed? I simply need to rely on who He who is and trust that He is doing something. There is much strength and much peace in that. Perseverance goes hand in hand with faith. Pushing forward in His name when everything around you tells you that your efforts are futile so you may as well stop. Why press on? 

14 For the love of Christ compels us, because we judge thus: that if One died for all, then all died; 15 and He died for all, that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again. 

2 Corinthians 5:14-15 (NKJV)

That is why. It always comes back to the cross.

I catch myself realizing the reality of my life quite often in that God brought me here. He did not simply just bring me here, but God brought me here to be an example of someone living after His heart. This thought is humbling, to say the least. Why? Because, who am I that God would use me to glorify Himself?! The words of this old hymn surely ring true,

Nothing in my hand I bring, 
simply to the cross I cling;

Thank you for taking the time to read about what is going on in Paphos, Cyprus and  in my heart.  Please take the time to pray for the city and the individuals that dwell here. As the words and the love of God are being shared around here, pray that the seeds sown would take root and that hearts would be softened unto repentance and absolute surrender. Pray for emotional and spiritual support for those that minister here and if you are able to help with my financial support, PLEASE DO. The link to my PayPal is as follows, (

Peace and blessings to you, friends and family.

Look. Listen. Attend.

Look. Listen. Attend.

“If you take nature as a teacher she will teach you exactly the lessons you had already decided to learn; this is only another way of saying that nature does not teach. The tendency to take her as a teacher is obviously very easily grafted on to the experience we call ‘love of nature’. But it is only a graft. While we are actually subjected to them, the ‘moods’ and ‘spirits’ of nature point no morals. Overwhelming gaiety , insupportable grandeur, sombre desolation are flung at you. Make what you can of them, if you must make at all. The only imperative that nature utters is, ‘Look. Listen. Attend.’

Nature never taught me that there exists a God of glory and of infinite majesty. I had to learn that in other ways. But nature gave the word glory a meaning for me. I still do not know where else I could have found one. I do not see how the ‘fear’ of God could have ever meant to me anything but the lowest prudential efforts to be safe, if I had never seen certain ominous ravines and unapproachable crags. And if nature had never awakened certain longings in me, huge areas of what I can now mean by the ‘love’ of God would never, so far as I can see, have existed.

The created glory may be expected to give us hints of the uncreated; for the one is derived from the other and in some fashion reflects it.”

from The Four Loves, by C.S. Lewis

I just love this. Nature does not tell you what to think, merely it tells you to think. When all of the distractions of life, work, technology (and so on and so forth) are stripped away, you are faced with questions as such:

Who are you?
What will remain?
Where are you going?
When are you going?
Why are you, you?
How are you going to spend the rest of your days?

By all means beloved, GO out into the wild where there is no WiFi.
Find the answers to these questions.

Introducing: More Than Nomads

Hi all, greetings from Paphos, Cyprus, where I am for another 3 months! I returned from Hungary (where I spent the last 3 months) almost a week and a half ago and the days have already been quite full. I would not have it any other way. It is lovely to be back here, reacquainting with faces and places while learning more about the warm, accepting culture. This, week we have an outreach team coming in from CCBCE in Vajta, Hungary. They are a group of 9 and we are all collectively excited and expectant for God to move in and through the whole lot of us.

Since, the last time I wrote, God has been showing me a lot about more about His calling. Especially how specifically He seems to design these callings per individual. Coming to accept the whole “3 months in, 3 months out” way about doing ministry in Cyprus helped me get to that place, spiritually.

“3 months in, 3 months out” means that I am not permanent by any means. I can stay in Cyprus for 3 months, ministering, serving amongst the people here. After those 3 months are up, I must be somewhere else, and stay out of the country for 3 months before I can come back. This means that I get to go and make disciples in multiple nations!  Living this way is not something I would have orchestrated by my own process of thought. However, as the pieces started to come together, the reality of who I am and how I am showed me that it all just made so much sense. Sometimes, faith makes so much sense. God designed this for me. Basically, I am a nomad…but more.

Here is a little piece from Hebrews 11, a chapter full of other like-minded folk:

These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out, they would have had opportunity to return.But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them. (Hebrews 11:13-16)

These lead me to introduce my kick start project that I am hoping to implement in my blog: More Than Nomads

The desire is to share God stories of other missionaries. How they are called, led, provided for, used and so on and so forth.

We live a life of the most bittersweet farewells and the warmest hellos. There are times when life is surreal and times when life gets SO real.

The “where” is sometimes only a manifestation of latitude and longitude. Who you are and what you do is quite important. That is what goes with you. The most important is Who goes with you.

While Jesus walked on earth He went to and fro, but His heart was always connected to His Father’s. Who does His great example lead you to be? What is it that will remain with you when you go wherever you go? May it simply be your relationship with the one true God and may your eyes be set on Jesus, the perfect example of just how to be, the author and the finisher of your faith.

Friends, the call is simple: GO AND MAKE DISCIPLES OF ALL NATIONS.

This is what we are living for. Sure, it involves much adventure; the nomadic way of life becomes the normal (although, is it ever really “normal”?) for those who pick up their cross. Oh, but how sweet it is to be more than nomads.

Stay tuned to read more. Thanks for remembering me in your prayers and support. Pray for Paphos. Pray for missionaries everywhere, that the love of God would be shown and known.

Around the World in 12 Photos

The world we live in is indeed a beautiful place.

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Pack your virtual bags and join us on a turbo trip from Bangkok to Brisbane and from Kolkata to Los Angeles (with a few stops in between) as we explore the wonders of the street photography tag on Be sure to fasten your seatbelt and review the in-flight safety features of our turbocraft before we taxi for takeoff.

First stop, a market seller in Bangkok, Thailand, courtesy of Majawi Images.

BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images

Next up, Los Angeles, California, and Donald Barnat‘s photo of insouciant street youth, entitled, “Forever 21.”

LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat. LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat

Over in New York City is “Out of the Shadows” by Shawn Escoffery.

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