Life is an adventure. It takes us places that we could only imagine and pushes us to step outside our realm of knowledge and into thoughts of our own. How much it does though is up to us; we are the ones who dare to be changed or choose to stay safe. Today I took a bigger step than I realized, and the world showed me things I never thought I’d experience. Continue reading “Islam: Mixed Feelings ~ Day 7”
These last couple days have been just what the doctor ordered. We’ve taken a break from the beautiful yet draining home visits in order to be tourists for once. Continue reading “Breathing In The Light ~ Day 6”
Honestly, it doesn’t feel like the fourth day. It’s as if we’ve been here for months but the lack of Arabic reminds you of the truth. It’s just the fact that things are comfortable here, and the work we’re doing is such a blessing to others. Continue reading “The Hand We’ve Been Dealt ~ Day 4”
There’s a lot of things in this world that I value: family, love, honesty. Happiness though is one of the most important. That feeling of absolute bliss and joy is something that will never grow cold. Every time I feel it warm inside my chest, I know it’s a piece of the way the world should be.
Interesting fact: I hate coffee. I don’t care about how much caffeine it gives you or how people swear it’s the greatest thing; I won’t touch the stuff. Its bitter taste will not be masked no matter how much sugar and other crap you put in it. Continue reading “Bitter Cup ~ Day 2”
Have you ever had that feeling where what’s going on around you doesn’t feel real? It’s weird like you know it’s happening, but it hasn’t quite clicked. Yeah, that was the feeling I had until I stepped off the plane and into a country that I’ve only read about. It took driving through the city and actually spending a night for the point that I was no longer in rural Michigan to finally hit me with a wave of confusion and a little shock. Continue reading “A New City and A Little Jet Lag ~ Day 1”
So I’m officially done with my first year of college, which means moving back home, having to go through boxes, trying to find room for it all and cleaning out all the old. You find a lot of things this way. A lot of little artifacts of the past. Continue reading “Stories in the End”