My last article on missionary burnout went viral and so many of you asked for missionary care resources. I’ve also written an article, “How to Recover from Burnout,” which offers great tips from my personal life because the last thing I want is for missionaries to be stranded, alone in a foreign country feeling isolated […]
“We don’t have to buy into the collective delusion that burnout is the price we must pay for success.” -Arianna Huffington, Thrive I’ve been humbled overwhelming response around my recent article, What I Wish I’d Known About Missionary Burnout. After sifting through numerous comments and emails, my heart ached with a common thread: The voices of so
Two years ago, I left the red-earthed Africa that I loved and landed awkwardly into a new life in San Francisco, lugging six giant suitcases that held all my worldly possessions. I had been running Zion Project for seven years at that point, spending nearly six of those full time as a missionary in Uganda. I
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road Sometimes it’s hard to live in the present. Life with its busyness seems to suck at our joy of living in the moment. Then there are trauma’s that pile high which we try so hard
Last year, I didn’t have any resolutions. After the devastating loss of my first pregnancy, saying goodbye to my Ugandan home, my dream, and the day to day management of the non-profit I’d built over the last seven years, to move from Africa to America, I think my resolution was merely “to survive.” I did
“How do we stop living like life is an emergency. Something to be sped wildly through.”- AnnVoskamp- I am thankful for the sound of the ocean crash on the sand. Yesterday I did something I normally don’t do. I took a day off. (insert dum, dum, dum, soundtrack here) A mid-week day, mind you. It
Sometimes we have to celebrate our victories in our life, no matter how small they might seem. Like when we say no to a bowl of ice cream. Or hold our tongue from saying that mean word that could wound. As hard as it is to have grace with ourselves, it’s just as important as
I didn’t really think about how different it would be and how hard to face this world of luxury again and not let it seep inside me, to take over my will. As I try to bridge my two worlds of Africa, love, and lack, and the over-abundance of where I live, I feel off-kilter
When the mommy brigade takes over Panera with their newborns I want to run. In fact I do run, right out the front door. Tiny heads with tiny hats on them. Little animal-eared sweaters. Most days it doesn’t affect me. Most days I don’t feel like the air has been squeezed out of my chest.
Most people would think that moving to Africa was the scary part. The big leap. But it wasn’t. It was the most natural thing in the world. Moving back to America. This is the scariest thing I’ve done in a long time. Here the fears are loud. Will God provide? Will I become selfish? How
“By changing nothing, nothing changes.” -Tony Robbins Five years is a long time. It’s a lot of sweaty bus-rides. It’s a lot of roach killing, and mouse killing, and eating posho and beans. It’s a lot of swatting mosquitos on your legs, and running out of water just as you soaped up your body. It’s
I often wonder how Jesus felt after he came down from the mountain. The scripture is full of places where Jesus “slipped away into the hills,” and I’ve known the weight of why He did that. The sea of faces. The hands outstretched. The need. Ever growing. How did He feel when He came from
