I am back in Louisiana after being in Mexico for the past three weeks. On November 12, all of us went out into the countryside of General Cepeda and opened the long-awaited envelopes that would tell us where we're going. I'm pleased to say I'm going to Picota, Peru! The whole trip to Mexico was … Continue reading la cruz de amor

We made it to Mexico and I can’t help but laugh with joy for my life here so far. The single women missionaries are all staying in an apartment on a hill that’s about a ten-minute walk away from the main mission house in General Cepeda. It’s very simple and serves us well. Behind our … Continue reading Misión de México

Chocolate milk. My brother loved it as a kid. He would have a glass of chocolate milk with every meal and maybe one before bed. I remember one time he was getting ready to make a big glass of chocolate milk, but he had to get the syrup to the top of the bottle. So, … Continue reading milking the metaphors

I’ve been at intake for just over a month now. In about one more month, I’ll find out where I’m placed and who my teammates will be. This first month has gone by so fast and before all the Intakers know it, we’ll be placed and sent out as foreign missionaries. How exciting! Anyway, let … Continue reading the small things

I’m getting callouses on the tips of my fingers. They feel thicker and tougher after only a couple days of repetitive activity and I often find myself running my thumb across them. I’m attempting in all my clumsiness to learn guitar which is not an easy feat for me. The only music lessons I’ve ever … Continue reading breaking my barriers

Sitting on a couch in a room in the South of Louisiana, notebook in hand, I felt the cool air of the AC on my face. I was with about ten other people listening to a talk on the 2 year commitment of a foreign missionary. My mind began wandering to all the possibilities that … Continue reading the fear of “Yes”