My “30 before 30” Success and Failure


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I turned 30 this week. I’m 30 years old. I am no longer a 20-something year old. And of course, I’m taking it very well 😉

I made a list on my 29th birthday last year: ’30 Things to do Before I Turn 30′. Before you feel impressed, I didn’t accomplish everything on the list. That’s the danger with making crazy resolutions or goals; the inevitable disappointment when you don’t accomplish what you’ve set out to do. To be fair, it was a rather hefty list to tackle in the same year that I started a new job and was planning a wedding, so I don’t feel too badly about it.

As part of that list, I wanted to read thirty books. And here’s the good part – I did it! Now, to be completely truthful I “consumed” thirty books (some of them were audiobooks). Some people have so lovingly told me that audiobooks are “cheating” but I disagree. I FINISHED thirty books and I’m pretty proud of it!

I’d like to share the list with all of you (see below – in no particular order). I started with a list of classic books I had meant to read over the years. But after beginning with Dracula and Lord of the Flies, I discovered that I had to throw in a couple “no-brainers” in order to stay upbeat and sane during my wedding-planning year! So here’s the list. Some books were better than others, but I truly enjoyed finishing them all! I especially loved reading the Harry Potter books out loud to my husband. Yes, I tried doing it with the accent. And no, it didn’t last long.

1. The Shack by William P. Young
2. Disrupted by Dan Lyons
3. Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone by J. K. Rowling
4. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling
5. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling
6. The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
7. The Egg and Other Stories by Andy Weir
8. You and Me Forever by Francis and Lisa Chan
9. The Long Walk by Stephen King
10. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
11. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
12. Why Not Me by Mindy Kahling
13. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Seth Grahame-Smith
14. Talking as Fast as I Can by Lauren Graham
15. Present Over Perfect by Shauna Niequest
16. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
17. Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
18. Dracula by Bram Stoker
19. Heartburn by Nora Ephron
20. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
21. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
22. Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty
23. The Strange Case of Dr Jekyell and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
24. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
25. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
26. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
27. Bossypants by Tina Fey
28. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
29. Yes Please by Amy Poehler
30. The Help by Kathryn Stockett

My ’30 Things to do Before I Turn 30′ list has turned into more of a bucket list for my thirties. Maybe someday I’ll share the whole list with you all. But for now, I’m so thankful for all that has happened this year. There were absolutely some tough times but overall I feel so grateful. I ran my first 5k. I traveled somewhere new. I did karaoke for the first time. And I got married to an amazing man. God is good!

“When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.” (Shauna Niequist, author)


My winter as a lighthouse keeper


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The long, winding dirt road had an unfamiliar red tint. (For those reading this from “away”, this island has red dirt. Even in the bleakness of winter, the palette of white, brown, and red is beautiful.) I wasn’t used to it as most places I’ve lived in have dirt that is absolutely the most boring brown you could imagine. You all know what I’m talking about. I loved that this was my new normal. As I stepped out of my car, I could tell I was one of only a handful of people on that patch of land outside the city. You could almost smell the seclusion. I stared up a the tall structure I would call home for the winter, and I had to pinch myself at the total uniqueness of my adventure.

I live in a lighthouse. Yes, a lighthouse. To be clear, it is not a functional lighthouse. It was built as a church in the form of a lighthouse and was converted to a spectacularly amazing cottage. (My fiancé worked on repurposing/restoring the lighthouse. Dang, I’m a lucky girl.) And by some sheer twist of fate, I landed the gig of lighthouse keeper for the winter. And this is my tale.

A harsh whistle invaded my sleep as the wind hissed through the siding and the rain pummelled the window just above my head. Nothing could have prepared me for the clangorous experience of a windy, stormy night in a lighthouse. For those that know me, you know that I don’t actually like living alone. I lived with family/roommates for the first 26 years of my life so I was used to having people around. When I lived in Arizona, I lived in a city so there was always something happening. In this adventure, I found myself living in a 5 story tower in the middle of nowhere on an ACTUAL ISLAND. I felt like an extrovert conducting an experiment in seclusion. I knew it wasn’t forever, but I also wasn’t sure just how crazy I would go out here. The surprises were what kept me sane.

I didn’t think it was possible for a place to be both uproariously loud and utterly tranquil at the same time. The paradox between the loudness of the wind bouncing off the trees and the stillness of the water made me smile.

I’ve never been a sunrise person. I honestly hate almost everything about early mornings. I hate getting out of bed, waking up, touching the cold floor with my bare feet, just all of it. The lighthouse gave me a rare opportunity. Unknowingly, I would leave my blinds slightly cracked as I went to bed each night. The sun would creep in during the wee hours of the morning and instead of waking up cranky and annoyed as I am prone to do, my eyes would open and I would smile. The smile came so naturally it made me laugh out loud. Sometimes I would just sit and stare at the pink and purple hues floating across the water, and other times I would get up to snap a photo. What a gift those sunrises have been as a way to appreciate beauty and a reminder to be thankful.

Now, before you start congratulating me on making the shift into being a nauseatingly productive morning person, just know that after appreciating the majesty of the sunrise, I would almost always go back to sleep.

The final way that I have fully been spoiled by lighthouse life, is the window seats. I’ve always dreamed of living in a house with a window seat. This winter, I got three. Three beautiful vantage points, three slightly different points of view, three seats of inspiration. It was here that I took in all the amazing changes that happened in my life this year; moving back to my home country, getting engaged, welcoming two nieces into the world, planning a wedding, celebrating both my parents in their retirement, starting a new job. I am overwhelmed and I am thankful.

If you ever get the chance to live in a lighthouse, it’s something I would highly recommend.

To keeping old relationships, cultivating new ones, and living a meaningful life


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This is for those that are starting over or starting new. This is for the new grad that is starting life in a new city far away from the community they’ve known. This is for the 20-something who took a new job hoping it will be the big adventure they’re dreaming. This is for the couple starting over after a setback in the fairy-tale life they’d planned. Big moves mean big risks and big doubt.

Starting something new is terrifying because it almost always requires that you leave something behind. About a year and a half ago I left my family, my friends, my church, and moved to America. I’m a born and raised Canadian, so moving away from my close community and choosing to live in one of the top 10 most populous cities in the U.S. was quite a big leap for me. These are the lessons I’m still learning about being bold, stepping out, and creating community.

Be brave.

Building community requires bravery. We’ve all heard the dreaded “comfort zone” speech but if we’re being honest, comfort zones are more like isolation zones. When we move somewhere new or start something new, it is tempting to recoil into what is familiar. And that can be a dangerously lonely place. It is in that place that you begin to question the choices that have led you here and the path God has for you.

Get out of the bubble. Each time I would head out to a new church or bible study or gathering of any kind, I would stop and think that maybe I would have more fun at home watching Netflix. I didn’t need any new friends; I still had my friends back home. And I was exhausted just thinking about how many times I had to recite where I was from, why I moved, and what the “big” plan was. But in deciding to step out, I realized the excuses I made to postpone uncomfortable situations were rooted in fear. The bold move is the best move.

In order to be loved, we must seek to love others. Don’t wait for others to love you first. Intentional relationships are what can make the difference between an amazing experience and a lonely venture.

Not-so-pro-tip: say yes to things.

Be yourself.

You can be whoever you want to be. I know that’s cliché but it’s true. You decide what information to share. You decide what jokes to tell and what narrative of your life to share. You decide who you are in every moment. I knew that if I wanted meaningful relationships, I would have to get to know the most authentic version of myself and decide to be her.

It is important to pursue authenticity by going beyond small talk. And when you cross that bridge into more meaningful conversation, be sure that you listen. People may surprise you by honestly answering your questions and being able to remember details about a person’s life can be so powerful.

Not-so-pro-tip: read “Scary Close” by Donald Miller

Be prepared to let your friendships evolve.

When you move away, all your significant relationships become long distance relationships. Those require a different level of commitment from both sides. And simply put, it’s hard. It’s hard to maintain them, and it’s hard to ask so much of the people you love.

The people you used to see everyday become the people you speak to everyday, then every week, and then every month as calls become less frequent and texts slow down. You might blame yourself for being the one to change the nature of your relationships. But that burden will make you feel guilty and lonely when you should be feeling excited and confident about the crazy journey that is your life. Some friendships are meant to last a lifetime and some aren’t. Either way, count your friends as blessings in whatever stage of life you meet them.

Be intentional about staying in touch. The relationships you maintain from your past will become paramount connections to the person you were and the person you are becoming. And the new people you meet will change your perspective, challenge your beliefs, and become friends you can’t imagine life without.

Not-so-pro-tip: thank God for the wonderful people in your life.

Be selfless.

By obsessing over how my relationships have changed I realized how selfish I was. I was thinking of all the ways that my life had changed instead of thinking of ways that I could change the world around me. We are always changing, and always writing and re-writing our stories. We have an incredible opportunity to make someone’s day, to make someone smile, and to make someone feel loved.

Not-so-pro-tip: get involved in your own life.

Ultimately, this time in my life has been amazing. I love this quote about storytelling from Donald Miller: “If the character doesn’t change, the story hasn’t happened yet.” I think I am changing, and I think I am still writing my story. I love exploring the desert which is so much more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. I love the church I’m a part of and the people there that encourage me in so many ways. I love the food, the coffee, and the culture. And I’ve loved getting to know myself, getting a glimpse of the person I’m supposed to be, and planning more adventures to come.


Living in America: Expectation vs reality


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Expectation: I thought Arizona was just made of sand and cacti. Seriously, I didn’t think there were any green trees or grass. At all.

Reality: You can experience all kinds of scenery in Arizona if you are willing to drive a bit. It’s an extraordinarily beautiful state. There are tonnes of forests, canyons, hiking trails, lakes, and gorgeous sunsets.


Expectation: I thought Arizona was extremely hot all year round, and I didn’t think it rained at all.

Reality: Phoenix isn’t super hot all the time, but it doesn’t really have seasons. Normally, the months are warm, hot, and stupid hot. Not having real seasons means that time passes very quickly and at the same time, not at all. If I didn’t have a job that required me to know the date and keep a detailed calendar, I would seriously never know what month it was. January feels like Canadian September, March feels like July, and June through October feels like nothing I have ever experienced before. Nothing could have prepared me for that kind of heat.

Expectation: I thought the summers would be hot, but bearable.

Reality: Phoenix summers are disgusting.

Expectation: I thought I’d meet plenty of Arizonans who were born and raised in Arizona.

Reality: There aren’t very many Arizonans who are actually from Arizona. And there are many “snow birds” who come here from all over the U.S and Canada to escape the winter. Apparently Arizonans really don’t like snow birds because they increase the traffic and are bad drivers. Sometimes I even catch myself apologizing for them (typical Canadian response, eh?).


Expectation: I thought I’d blend in. I’d been raised in Canada by American parents so I figured that my identity as a Canadian wouldn’t be very noticeable.AZ2

Reality: There are certain words that simply give me away. Most of the time when I meet people and they learn that I’m Canadian they say, “Wow, but you don’t have an accent”. Then they’ll hear me say “sorry” or “pasta” or ask where the “washroom” is, and they can’t help but laugh.

Expectation: Since this country is divided on almost every moral and political issue, I really wasn’t sure what to expect from it’s people.

Reality: The people I’ve met have been wonderful. Of course there will always be people with obnoxious opinions that ruin it for everyone else, but the amount of genuine and caring people far outweighs the crazies.

Expectation: I thought that the assumption that Americans knew nothing about Canada was a myth.

Reality: Many Americans don’t know that Canada has a queen, they think that we have free college education for everyone, and that there is snow all year round.

Overall, Arizona is an amazing place to live. I’ve done so much traveling (new states I’ve been to since my move: Oregon, California, Arizona), met some inspiring people who will be life-long friends, and learned so much about being an adult and building community. I’m so thankful to be on this adventure!

You make beautiful things out of the dust


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IMG_3273When I saw the Haitian countryside for the first time, I was taken. But it was the first time I was hugged by a Haitian child that my soul fell in love. That’s the thing with Haitian children; it always feels like they give more love to you than you could ever give back to them. This was troubling to me at first. It left me feeling full and empty all at the same time. I felt undeserving of their precious, unhesitating love. Then I realized that an amazing outpouring of love is the kind of story, the kind of impact, that keeps us fixed on God and stays in our memory forever. Those skinny little arms that wrapped around my neck so tightly that first time, were a symbol of God’s encompassing love and I felt so amazingly blessed.

It was our first time visiting the Chances for Children Crèche and I’ll be honest to admit that I had butterflies. The vans that transported us every day over the bumpy roads and through the mountains, passed through the Crèche gates and children came running out with their hands raised. They reached out to anyone who would hold them. They didn’t wait to become comfortable with us, they dove right in, trusting to be held in our arms. I was overwhelmed. They were so ready to love and be loved.

IMG_3501One story that stuck with me was about a little boy who was in one of the playrooms, sifting through some craft supplies and toys. He was particularly captivated by the colorful pom-poms in one of the containers. He proceeded to bring the pom-poms out of the container, counting them one by one and saying, “thank you God” for each one before placing them back. Some might pass this off as a simple story of a child repeating a phrase that they had heard. But I think it is so much more than that. He was truly thankful for each pom-pom, for each blessing in his life, and for each tangible thing he could hold in his tiny hands. He was simply thankful.

Nicole Newman works with Chances for Children and she has a contagious passion for Haiti. The children at the Crèche are matched with families in the U.S. Once they are able to get through the paperwork and red tape, they will be able to leave Haiti and become part of their new families. This is an amazing opportunity for these children to be able to leave their poverty behind. But Nicole, and so many others who care about Haiti, hope that these children will eventually come back to change their country for future generations.

“Haitian children and youth are the ones that are going to change this country – so we need to start with them. We need to give them love and teach them to love their country. That way, they will want to come back and be that change that Haiti needs,” said Newman.

The children we saw at the Crèche are blessed because they have hope. But there are too many children in Haiti whose reality looks very different. We had an opportunity to also see this all too common side of Haiti when we visited a place called the Duette. This place left a lump in my throat and a burden on my heart.IMG_3643

Some of us were singing songs and skipping as we walked on yet another winding dirt road. But for those on the team who had been to this area before, they seemed more quiet and reserved. They knew that what we were about to see would change our lives forever.

We entered into a weather-worn building and were ushered into a room filled with desks and chairs; what looked to be a sort of classroom. But it wasn’t the size or smell or look of the room that caught my attention. It was the absolutely heavenly sound that welcomed us. Beautifully loud children were singing at the top of their lungs to greet us. A few older kids were playing percussion on the desks and cabinets. They were all clapping, and yelling, and singing joyfully. It is an amazing conflict of the heart to be so unbelievably sad for a set of circumstances, and at the same time completely blown away by a display of uninhibited worship. I was so overwhelmed in love for this group of children I just met. I was torn between smiling into each of those precious faces and just falling into a heap of tears.

One young girl from the Duette had visited the dentist on our team earlier in the week. We were told that she had always covered her face with her hands, hiding her teeth. Now, seeing her on this day, she kept her hands at her side and was proud of her smile. If our team were only able to help that one girl during the entire week, it would have been a week well spent.

IMG_3661We spent some time at the Duette that day; talking with the children, singing songs, and just being with them. Despite the fact that they were smiling and singing with us, so many of these children had a deep sadness in their eyes that lingered with every smile. They, like so many children in Haiti do not, and will not have the same opportunities as others. When poverty was staring me in the face in those moments, I felt vanquished. I felt like there was so much to do, there were not enough resources, and that the problem was just too big. But then, among the poverty and sadness that was looming over us like a cloud, there was still hope, and love, and silliness, and laughter, and freedom because we are who we are in Christ. It is the hope that those enchanting children hold onto, and it is the same that I hold on to today.

To Teach is to Love


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Our Haitian translators were awesome!

It’s hard to convey the deep spiritual impact of watching a room full of Haitian pastors-in-training, worship God with abandon. And now, a few months after being home from Haiti, I’m still reeling. It was incredible. Every day we were in Haiti, 40 pastors from the surrounding villages came for bible training taught by our Highlands Church pastors. This was a program put in place a few years ago to help pastors of any age to understand the full ministry of being in a pastor. Throughout the course, they would learn about biblical preaching, general pastoral duties, and how to best support their congregations.


We had the opportunity to join in their morning prayer and worship for a few days. We walked in to a room full of eager, willing, and intensely passionate men of God, giving their entire selves to worship in those moments. Nothing could hold back the joy they felt in the presence of God. I thought I could keep it together and that because I couldn’t understand what they were saying, it would help me to keep my emotions in check. Well, that was wishful thinking. One member of our group summed it up perfectly, “You don’t need to know the words they were singing to know that God was glorified.”

My heart began to swell with even more emotion when they began singing in English, encouraging us to sing along. The words, “I’ll fly away… oh glory, I’ll fly away” filled the air and my tears would not subside. They didn’t need instruments, or microphones, or lyrics. They simply sang with everything they had.

As I looked around the room, I thought about each family that was represented there. I wondered where each man came from, what they had to endure to get to that place, and what struggles they would face when they went back home. Their joy was absolutely staggering.

“Bless the Lord oh my soul, oh my soul. Worship His holy name”.

IMG_0077I thought about those words in the context of such hardship and struggle in poverty-stricken Haiti and it caused my heart to ache. To have faith in a place like Haiti is to truly rely on God for your food, your income, your family, and even your life.


One of the bible students delivering a sermon to a group of Haitians outside our optical clinic

One amazing thing about traveling is the way your heart expands with each story you hear. Every person we meet has something to share. And as a writer, I feel an indescribably wonderful burden to hear as many stories as I can and share them with whoever will listen. One man shared with us that he was taking this bible training with his two sons. Throughout the course, they were encouraged to deliver a short sermon. This one man said, with tears in his eyes, what an honour it was to hear his son preach for the first time. This is the kind of enduring legacy that goes beyond wealth and status, and will affect countless villages in beautiful Haiti. This is a legacy that is possible because of those who are willing to teach and pass on biblical training, all for God’s glory.

Pastor Maxime is one of our partners in Haiti and his heart for his country is so evident. We had the opportunity of listening to part of his story one evening. It was an expression of absolute passion and love that I wish I could bottle up and take with me everywhere I go. He had been a missionary since he was a young boy, traveling around Haiti with his father by foot. His desire has always been for more and more people to hear the good news of Jesus Christ, and for the poor to be cared for. When thinking of all the other things he could have done with his life, he said he simply wasn’t interested in living a life that was not dedicated to serving others.

I saw his story as a call to action. He went on to say,

“Even if you don’t come to Haiti, as long as you are helping the poor I will thank you. I know what it’s like to be hungry. I know what it’s like to be thirsty. If you are helping the poor in any way, I am so thankful for you.”

Again, coming back to North America after a trip like this can be so difficult. I’m still trying to ease back into the easiness of this life. And with every word I write about Haiti, I’m more and more convinced that I can do more. We can do more.

I encourage you, if you are reading this and you want to get involved, please do it. Contact a local church. Contact a non-profit organization. Contact someone you know who has been on a mission trip. Not everyone is called to serve in this way. But everyone is called to serve in some way.

God is so good.


For I was hungry and you gave me food

Yesterday was World Hunger Day. I read the articles and heard the statistics and I used to think I could somewhat understand what hunger was. But I didn’t come close to grasping that reality until I went on my first mission trip (I went to India a few years ago) and saw poverty for myself. Even after traveling to a third world country and seeing real hardship first hand, I still will never fully understand because for me, there was never a day in my life when I wondered when or how I would get my next meal. Of course I’m thankful for this, but I’m also so thankful to God for giving me the opportunity to live outside of myself for even just a few days.

L'Artibonite 8Part of the ongoing ministry of Highlands is in partnership with Feed my Starving Children. This amazing non-profit organizes feeding programs in many different countries around the world. One of those countries is Haiti, and this past winter I had the privilege of being a part of one of their mobile packs. A group of volunteers gathered at Highlands and packed hundreds of packets of food to ship to Haiti. I volunteered for this project before I knew I would be going to Haiti just months later and I’m still reeling from how amazing it has been to come full circle. Being able to be a part of the packing process, to hear the stories of malnourished children who are now being fed on a regular basis, and then to see with my own eyes those children who received the food, is a blessing I will not soon forget.

The journey down the dusty, unpaved road to L’Artibonite mirrored how I was feeling that day. We were on our way to help distribute one of the feeding programs. With each bump the fluttering of my heart was magnified and with each dip the sinking feeling in my soul deepened. I tried to prepare myself for what we would see in one of the poorest communities in Haiti, but no amount of prayer could have shielded my heart. We finally arrived after what seemed like hours and the group of children who were a part of the feeding program in the village had already gathered.

The wide, beautiful, and expectant eyes that looked up at us were enough to instantly bring tears to my eyes. We didn’t know the last time every person in this village had eaten a full meal. But at least we knew that this program was feeding these children regularly. The children held on to our hands so tightly from the moment we reached out to them; not to mention the firm grip they had on our hearts. We were ushered into the dimly lit, incredibly hot building and the children quickly rushed to take their seats on rickety wooden benches. Before serving the food, we were able to share with the kids how much we loved them and more importantly, just how much God loved them. We also had an opportunity to sing with them. Upon hearing so many tiny voices lifted up to God in praise, I could not hold back the tears. They wore tattered clothing. They had dirt caked on their feet. But oh how they sang.

We began distributing the food and again I could not hold back my tears. In giving the first plate to a little girl, I paused and looked into her eyes. She smiled back at me, seemingly confused as to why I was crying, and quickly diverted her attention to her plate and began earnestly eating. We also had the opportunity to give them cups of clean, fresh water. I’m not sure what they were most excited about, the water or the food. Their only source of water was a cloudy canal we passed by on our way into the village where we saw people bathing, animals drinking, and people washing clothes. Clean water on this day was a blessing indeed. Watching everything unfold, observing the process, and being pulled in different directions from kids who wanted their picture taken; was an overwhelming experience. One of the most incredible acts I witnessed in that room was when a child offered what was left on their plate to another child, as if they had food to spare. There is so much we can learn about God’s provision.

After the children had eaten, they wanted to take us on a tour of their village. They were so proud and excited to show us where they lived. As I was walking, a little girl latched on to one hand and with the other, I was able to snap a few pictures. She watched me do this a few times and eventually she started pointing to things that she wanted me to take pictures of. She pointed to a few stray pieces of rice on the ground, she pointed to a mother and child taking a nap on a tattered blanket, L'Artibonite 9she pointed to hut with a caved-in roof. And I took it all in. I wasn’t just able to capture what I saw but I was so humbled that she allowed me into their space, to capture the village through her eyes. I thought the joy might burst right out of her.

As we were leaving, through blurry, tear-filled eyes I watched out of the van’s back window as the kids chased us and their silhouettes grew smaller and smaller. God is doing amazing work in Haiti. But as we made our way back down the bumpy dirt road, I didn’t feel like patting myself on the back. I didn’t feel like rejoicing for the good deeds that were done. But rather, I had an intense feeling of determination to leave behind the selfish inclination to live for myself. God pressed on my heart that day that I can be doing so much more and I’m so excited to see where He leads. God is good. All the time.

A team that prays together, stays together


We were on our way home from Haiti last week and for probably the first time in my life I was at a loss for words. I tried to write and I came up with nothing. For those of you who know me well, you know that this does not happen very often. When people ask me how my trip was I have been responding with, “I cried everyday”. They were tears of joy, sadness, hope, and of absolute love.

Haiti broke me in the best way possible.

I’m currently working on recapping the rest of our trip on this blog, but I just wanted to take a moment to express how amazing our team was. I’m pretty new to Highlands and to Arizona as I just moved here from Canada this past September. I felt so incredibly welcomed into this group of people. They truly are a representation of the body of Christ and I’m so encouraged after spending a week with them.

One of our contacts at Chances for Children couldn’t express how thankful she was to have this team come and be so willing to jump in and love.

“Thank you for giving them your heart.”

When you have a team representing such a wide age range, it gives you an opportunity to see the world differently. Your perspective completely changes when you can look at a town that is so downtrodden in poverty, through the eyes of a 12 year old and still see joy. God used the knowledge and experience of the older generations on our team combined with the youthful spunk of the kids to change lives. The fact that this is just a tiny portion of the greater body of Christ is inspiring! One of the greatest things about a mission’s trip like this is not just the impact that God made through us but also the impact that was made on us.