Ashes & Altars

The posts between my hammock creak softly as I sway back and forth. The deep bass music of a passing car mixes with the rustle of the trees and an airplane passing overhead. It's a quiet Tuesday night, and a new familiar feeling keeps nagging me. I'm grateful for the space to heal my body … Continue reading Ashes & Altars


On Motorcycles, Malaysia, and Missions

Thanks to the influence of coming from a family of boys, I’ve dreamt of riding/driving a motorcycle ever since I was maybe 12. Finally mustered up enough courage to get my permit last spring, and cruising the back roads nearby was easily a highlight of last summer. Wobbly and unsteady as I was (am), riding … Continue reading On Motorcycles, Malaysia, and Missions