My Christian Title.

Everyone needs someone in their life who challenges their opinions. Everyone needs someone to talk to who sees the world differently than they do. Everyone needs someone who will hear their voice and respond in such a way which makes them question their very thoughts. We all need contrast. We all need opposition. We all need confrontation. We all need to be willing to step outside of our self-composed boxes and open ourselves up to see the world a new.  We all need a little bit of shananagins in our lives.

At our favorite coffee shop, we met a man name unlike any person I’ve encountered before. This man is a eccentric hippie from California who has been living in Chiang Mai on and off throughout the last eleven years. There isn’t a word in the English language dictionary that can describe him, but everything from his dreads to his white heart-shaped sunglasses to his daily practice of yoga and vegan life-style exemplifies the man he is. While he is vastly different than I, I appreciate him. I appreciate all of the things we have in common because coincidentally enough, we have a lot of similar views. However, this particular person always takes those common world views one step further which throw off the whole balance. He truly is…interesting.

He does not practice Christianity, nor does he believe Jesus is the son of God. Briefly, he aligns more with Buddhists beliefs. He believes Jesus was a Buddhist, himself and has come to the conclusion all humans are a god in their own way. Needless to say, talking about Christianity with him is quite…interesting. Recently I learned more of his back story. He went to church for some time back in the states and practiced Christianity a bit while dating a Southern Baptist. When I asked what directed his steps elsewhere, he said he found a lot of hypocrisy in the church and he was never able to grasp the concept of salvation (or the soul) the way Christians view it. He did a ton of research and has a lot of evidence to support his opinions. I give him credit for that. I give him credit for the confidence he has in his opinions. I also give him credit for the many hours we spent discussing (not arguing about) Christianity versus other religions and belief systems.

For the first time in my life I found myself defending the Gospel of Christ when talking with him. There were previous times in life when I shared the Gospel for the first time; there were times I debated over the Gospel with other believers, but I cannot recall a time when I felt I was standing on the front lines of battle defending my spiritual beliefs. This man made it a point to say he believes I am a Christian because of the environment I was raised in. Because I  was nurtured and raised by a Christian family, I was rooted in Christian beliefs. My culture determined my religious point of view, and so I am the way I am b cause it was forced upon me. Had I been raised in a Buddhist society, I would probably be Buddhist. Not only did I feel I was in a position to defend Christ as Lord and Savior, but I was in a position to defend what I believe and why I believe it.

I am confident in what I believe. I believe Jesus is the son of God. I believe he is my savior. I believe my sins are forgiven and I believe I will spend eternity with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I believe in the Truth of the Gospel. But his opposition really got me questioning why do I believe all that which Christianity believes? Was it imposed on me because I went to church every Sunday with  my family and listened to my grandfather preach the sermon as a child? How do I defend that?

Truth be told, I think this guy has a valid point. I am a Christian because I was raised to be one. My family did go to church every Sunday and my grandfather was the man upfront preaching the sermons. I wasn’t raised in a Buddhist society, and I had no other religious beliefs surround me throughout my childhood.  I am a Christian because I was nurtured and molded to be so, but here’s the thing about being a “Christian,” I believe “Christian” is just a title. I think in most of today’s western world being a Christian bears the same weight as being a doctor, a lawyer or a teacher. With all the denominations and liberal versus conservative viewpoints of Christianity, what does calling myself a Christian actually mean? Calling myself a Christian is simply giving myself a title.

However, there is an aspect of my Christian title I didn’t get the chance to explain to him. Christianity may be a label I behold, but beyond having that title, I have a relationship. And it is because of that relationship I believe what I believe. It is because of that relationship I defend the Gospel of Christ. No one can get to God unless they go through Jesus, and no one is able to do so unless called upon by the Father (John 14:6, 6:55). Who is called? Is everyone called, even those who are raised in non-believing societies? Yes. I believe everyone is called (Ephesians 1:4-5). I also believe everyone has a choice to answer that call. God chose each and everyone of us before creation began, and he gave us free will to choose him in return.

Our coffee shop friend asked me why I am a Christian. I suppose I’m a Christian because it’s the belief system that was imposed on me as a child. How do I defend my Christian title? I defend it by explaining the relationship — a loving, caring, intimate, fearless relationship with my creator. He is my father and I am his child, forever. Why? Because I stepped out in faith, and I chose to respond to his relentless pursuit. I don’t have a jaw dropping testimony where I encountered God and my whole life was changed. Rather, I have a life composed of moments and stories which provide evidence that God is real and true and loving and constant and faithful. Though I’m only 24, I faced great challenges and have gone through difficult times. I have also witnessed miracles and have seen the miraculous sweep through my own life. When you chose Christ in return, there’s no denying a love like his isn’t real. I don’t have to prove my beliefs to anyone. God proves it for me. My life is my message. My message is my testimony, and my testimony is God’a passionate pursuit to win over my heart.

I think being a Christian has become a social, political and religious label, and if you’re walking around carrying that label without having a relationship with the Father, how do you defend what you believe in?

 But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect… -1 Peter 3:15

Will you be ready to defend Truth if a someone with opposing views walks into your life? Can you defend with gentleness and respect? If you do consider yourself Christian, I encourage you to examine the relational aspect of your belief. You have been matter your past, no matter your present, no matter your heart’s condition. Will you choose God back? He is ready to meet you on any and every dusty road. He’s wiling to answer your questions if you’re willing to ask. It’s a fearless relationship, but the ball is in your court.

I’m thankful for our coffee shop friend and I pray he will find his way back to Christ again. It’s not my job to shove the Gospel down his throat, but I will continue to spend hours listening to his crazy way of life and will continue to share the love of God with him. It amazing how God still works through the lives of the lost and the blind to make his purposes known. I hope you all encounter a person of difference in your lives. We all need to be shaken up every now and again. It helps you reestablish your roots. I like that.


These Are a Few of My Favorite Things.

From the jungle-like coffee shops in the back streets of Old Town to the 21st century way of celebrating the Thai New Year with super soakers and buckets of dirty moat water, I am experiencing a world I never dreamed of being a part of. Chiang Mai is a city rich in history with a modern hippie backpacker vibe. On the same street you can find a family run Thai restaurant, a hostile and a Seven Eleven. On one corner there is a market place with Thai herbs, spices, fruits and vegetables, and at another corner is an American style cafe humorously named Fat Elvis. The city is beautiful. The shades of green are vibrant and the flowers are bursting with color. Many times I feel as though I could stand in the middle of any given street and write a book simply by describing the environment surrounding me. Then again, I take that back. The average temperature has been about 100 degrees. Today has been the hottest, estimating around 107 degrees. Needless to say, the cafes hidden under trees with leaves half the size of our bodies are favorites of mine.

Thanks to awesome friends and the women at the Sunshine House, I have experienced quite a bit in my short time being here. I’ve tasted some of the best food I ever ate and met some pretty unique individuals who differ from me drastically. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with Chiang Mai. In my opinion, everyone should travel to South East Asia at least once in their lives, and I’ll give you three reasons why. Here are a few of my favorite things..

1. To no surprise, the food is definitely one of my favorites. In fact, sometimes I think about having to eat food in America again and I actually get angry. The food in Chiang Mai is bursting of various flavors and has an incredible savoring tastes. I have yet to eat something my tastebuds were upset about. Vegetables consume almost every meal and the fruit is ripe and fresh. The sauces are spiced to perfection and the added peanuts in just about every dish make for the perfect flavor combination.

Traditional Thai cuisine — Noodle omelet, curry, stir fry.


2. I am a Messiah College alumni and am proud of it. However, attending a Christian school certainly has it goods and bads. For anyone who attended Messiah for any amount of time, the word “community” probably makes you cringe a little bit. “Community” is a major buzzword. It wasn’t until studying in Uganda I finally found value in community. It was more than just an overused word because in Uganda I lived communally. I experienced a beautiful cultured community first hand. While Chiang Mai is vastly different than Mukono, Uganda, I am yet again experiencing a beautiful cultured community. Chiang Mai is highly populated with backpackers and expats, so it’s not uncommon to walk away from eating lunch having made friends with people from Portugal, Canada or even Norristown (just an hour south of my hometown). It’s not uncommon to have a conversations about culture or religion. It’s definitely not uncommon to have conversations about eating habits and American politics. I found many people who, though different than I, have many things in common. I also had more debated conversations with people who drastically oppose my beliefs within the past week than I had within the lat few years back at home. Maybe that is partially my own doing, confining myself to certain crowds and boxes back home, but it’s been both uncomfortable and exciting to experience such a vast community here in Chiang Mai.

Our favorite coffee shop — no wifi, only open tables and open communication.

3. Before leaving home, my grandparents gave me great advice. They said, “One step at a time. Trust in the Lord to guide you one step at a time.” I’ve always been a big picture kind of girl. I’m a visionary. I love to dream on a large scale. Frankly, I don’t think I’ll ever stop dreaming because it’s part of my make-up, but I am learning to pay closer attention to small pictures. I am learning to appreciate the smallness of life and enjoy detail. I am learning the value of a moment as I recognize each moment is a seed being planted in my large scale destiny. My days in Chiang Mai are composed of tiny moments. They’re made up of conversations and walks around town or  taxi rides here and there. They’re made up of people, so many different people. They’re made up of new adventures and new risks. My days in Chiang Mai are made up moment by moment. Some things are set in schedule, like being at the Sunshine House or community movie night, but even within “set” times, there is such openness and little expectation. My host family in Uganda would often say, “You are here. You are welcome. Be free!” I would always chuckle a bit when they would joyously say those things, but I often hear those words repeating in my mind as I find myself walking step by step in Chiang Mai. I am here, wherever here may be at any given time. I am welcome. I feel so so welcome here. I am free. I am spiritually free and I am physically free. I have permission to smile and be vulnerable. I am free to be me and free from the burden of worrying about the next step. At times it feels uncomfortable, but it has become one of my favorite things about Chiang Mai. It’s the little things. It’s the detail. It’s being present and embracing hospitality and soaking in the smallness of life.

Step by step. Detail upon detail.

Food. Community. Step by step living. Those are a few of my favorite things.

I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world, present and in awe. – Anne Lamott

Three Days. Three Words.

I hate routine. I like living spontaneously. However, much of what constitutes my days are routine. Conversations change, faces change, places change here and there, but I wake up and start my day with prayer and tea morning after morning. Today I am in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Today nothing is the same. I woke up in my own apartment which is quite a bit different than my room back home. For breakfast I ate eggs over rice with spicy fried kale which is quite a bit different than my overnight oats. My friends took me to Mountain Coffee Bar and my iced americano was quite a bit different the Hermany’s kitchen and my K-cup. As I sit here at the coffee bar tucked away under vine covered shade nestled in a back street of the city surrounded by shades of green and brown unlike anything I’ve ever seen back home, I wonder how I could possibly soak it all in.

I have a lot to take in and a lot to process through. I prefer to process by myself through prayer, writing and journaling. It keeps me focused and keeps me present. My thoughts tend to be scattered and I have a hard time keeping them organized. So here is my attempt at being organized. With five million things to say, I narrow it down to three. My first three days in three words..

COMFORTING. I have new grounds to navigate, a new language I want to attempt to understand, new foods, and a new culture to experience. Some things, however, I find familiar. Rice, for instance, seems to be a staple food here. Bland white rice takes me back to Uganda. There is comfort in that. The greenery also reminds me of Uganda. The colors of the flowers and the shades of green are vibrant and lively. Though seemingly odd, the unfamiliarity and the foreignness of this place also brings a sense of comfort. I like it. Possibilities are endless, and my sense of wonder is higher, wider and deeper in the midst of adventure.

CONFLICTING. When I travel, I struggle with finding the steady path between tourist and pilgrim. I want to take pictures and see the grand sites, but I also want to spend time at places like Mountain Coffee Bar and stroll the streets with no agenda. Why? Because pilgrims seek a place to call home. Pilgrims look for a place to stay, seek comfort and embrace community. Tourists come and go. They pop into a community and drop out without allowing their surroundings to go beyond the surface of their hearts and drench their spirits. Tourism is good. I have been a tourist, myself, on numerous occasions, but there is a time and place for being a tourists. With only one month in Chiang Mai, I want to find a balance between both.

CHALLENGING. It feels like I’m going through a weird 20’s life crisis. The questions I pose to myself are cliche, but feel very real nonetheless. Who am I? What are the things that get me excited? What activities do I enjoy? What things and activities do I dislike? If you know me, you’ll know that I am a people pleaser. My favorite two phrases are “I don’t care,” and “Whatever  you prefer.” Genuinely, I don’t have preferences most of the time, and one of my passions in life is to encourage others to feel like champions in their own skin. I love to encourage others and make them feel loved, but many times it becomes a risk to my own happiness. To be honest, I feel uncomfortable making decisions. I have a type B personality, easy come easy go, but God has been telling me for quite some time that I have a lioness inside of me. I don’t necessarily see myself as bold and vocal as some people see me. I admit, I have become a bolder over the last year or so, yet God is still calling more out of me. On this trip of self-discovery, I wake up and call upon the Holy Spirit to guide and direct my steps. May I be led to people and into conversations and situations where I am both able to champion others while God champions me.

Three words. Three days. Chaing Mai, Thailand. Something tells me I shouldn’t have already bought a return ticket home. I forgot how much I thrive on culture and new adventure. Our world is certainly a beautiful place.


*Over view of a portion of Chiang Mai from the rooftop of a mall

To The Crazy Ones.

Now to Him who is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly more than all that we dare ask or think [infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams], according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations forever and ever. Amen.

Ephesians 3:20-21

I love this verse. It is one of my favorites and one I remind myself of often. For me, this verse has become a promise, and God has proven himself faithful time and time again. Countless times has God done more in my life than I could have imagined. My greatest testimonies come from experiences I never dreamed of. God gives great gifts in the form of many surprises, and like the power of his faithfulness in my past, I have no doubt there is more in store for me than I can dare dream.

I leave for Thailand in three days. Seventy-two hours stand between me and the other side of the world. Pinch me because it still feels so surreal. There are many things I look forward to. I look forward to seeing new sights. I look forward to breathing in new air. I look forward to watching the sun rise and set in the eastern hemisphere. I look forward to trying new foods, but most of all I look forward to experiencing God through an entirely new lens and through an entirely new culture. My list of “I look forward to’s” goes on and on, however, I am trying to move forward with no specific expectations. I expect God to be God as I remind myself to abide in him moment by moment. His ways have always been greater than mine.

As the big day approaches, I am surrounded by people asking all sorts of questions. Two of the biggest questions I have been hearing are..

  1. Are you crazy?
  2. Aren’t you the slightest bit scared?

My answers..

  1. Maybe a little bit.
  2. No

Adventures are a great way of learning for me. I like to live on the front lines. Reading about adventure and living vicariously through the experiences of others doesn’t suit it for me. I want my own adventures. I want my own experiences. I want to learn hands on.The way I see it — the crazier an adventure sounds, the crazier the experiences will be. If it sounds crazy and is crazy I’ll probably learn like crazy, too. Maybe my logic is off a bit, but I have yet to walk away from a crazy life experience without learning a tremendous amount. I think God likes crazy. After all, what wasn’t crazy about Noah building an ark for a flood which was to last forty days and forty nights? What wasn’t crazy about a young boy using a slingshot and stone to kill a giant? What wasn’t crazy about a virgin giving birth to the son of God? What wasn’t crazy about a man who transformed from murdering thousands of Christians to one of God’s greatest apostles? I definitely think God likes crazy. I like crazy, too. Crazy keeps my on my toes. It keeps me begging God for more.

I lied a little bit when I said I wasn’t the slightest bit scared. I know for certain I have absolutely nothing to be the slightest bit scared of, but I am human nonetheless. A few things trigger fear within me as I think about going to Thailand. Every day, throughout my day, I continually remind myself of God’s fearless love. Occurring countless times in scripture God instructs us not to be afraid and provides reasons not to fall victim to fear. He provides promises of safety, protection and provision. I am about to do something I have not yet done in my life. I am doing something some people consider crazy. Most people wouldn’t consider flying around the world alone the best and safest idea. Maybe they’re right, but I have a different perspective. A former student of mine told me I taught them an important life lesson. “Miss H., you taught me fear is a choice.” I don’t recall outwardly teaching such a lesson, but those words stick to me like glue. Fear is a choice, and I choose not to fall victim to it. I chose to put my hope in a love which casts out fear.

To Mom, Dad, and concerned family members, I am not flying to Thailand alone. I will not be sitting in the airports alone. I will not be navigating foreign territory alone. When I arrive in Thailand I will begin a beautiful journey of building upon relationships with people God has purposely placed in my life. God has a plan, and even though trust may be difficult, it releases the heavy burdens which fear places on our shoulders. I have no need to fear, and neither do you. I trust in the One who calls me to walk on the waters. I trust in the savior who calls me according to his purpose. I trust in the promises of a God whose words will not return to him empty. In Thailand I will be surrounded by the prayers of the righteous, I will be led by the great Shepard, and I will be comforted by the ultimate comforter.

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.

Deuteronomy 31:6-8

Deep breath.. Deep breath, Mom and Dad. Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified. God is before us. He will never leave us nor forsake us. God will carry out his purpose and he will do superabundantly more than we dare ask or think..infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams. To him, to the fourth man standing in the fire and the one who conquered death, to him be the glory forever and ever.

Three Joyful Moments.

If procrastination were a career option, I would be a millionaire. I always wait until the last minute to do things and I have a habit of forgetting to do things, especially if I don’t have them written down. I have sticky notes that remind me to look at other sticky notes. I am 24 years old and I still write on my hand at least four days out of the week as a reminder for something somewhere at sometime.

I also have a habit of trying to figure things out before they actually happen. I overthink things and often act as if I have a plan which will work out perfectly. While I have gotten much better at trusting God with my life, I can sometimes struggle with the concept of being present. I have learned to become more comfortable with living in the moments of  life rather than days, weeks or months of life, which is probably why surrendering my plans to God has become a good thing. When I know what is ahead I tend to loose my enthusiasm for present moments.

So tonight I challenged myself to reflect on three moments of my day which really encouraged me or brought joy in the moment.  Here’s to being present.

  1. My commute to work today was roughly 35-40 minutes one way. I drove to work alone, as most of us do, and I can honestly say I enjoyed my 40 minutes of alone time. I take Route 81 and I have one rule set for myself — Do not drive over 81 miles per hour on 81…so I like to keep it at 80 😉 But today I kept it at a steady 65-70 miles per hour. I clicked on the Bible App on my phone and listened to 2 Corinthians while admiring the warm colors of this morning’s sunrise. On my way home, I cracked the windows open a bit, enjoyed the smell of fresh air and listened to United Pursuit’s latest album. My commute today allowed me to celebrate the introvert side of myself. I prayed God would quiet the thoughts in my mind and open my ears to hear his fathering voice. Nothing extravagant happened, but for me it was a quiet time of worship when I was able to unwind and soak up God’s love.Processed with VSCOcam with hb2 preset
  2.  I keep a sunshine box in my room. I highly recommend everyone keep a
    sunshine box. They bring light to life’s duller days. In my sunshine box I keep special notes and cards from friends. I keep pictures of precious moments and tiny treasures in remembrance of days when I was overwhelmed with goodness. After a very emotional week, I opened my sunshine box and reminded myself of the light which has always surrounded me. It was a nice reminder that even in dimmer days, light still shines.
  3. Hugs. I received a lot of hugs today, and I really like hugs. While I embrace all hugs, I don’t particularly care for the wimpy ones. I like strong hugs, the ones that really embrace you so tight. Those kind of hugs seem to last longer. I like that. For me hugs express many different emotions — I miss you, I care for you, I’m here for you, thank you, I love you. They’re simple yet powerful reminders that someone is willing to reach out to you. From my mom to former students to friends, God knew I needed hugs, and he supplied them in multitude today.

While I may be a procrastinator, I will never procrastinate worship. I pray that in all I do, say and think I will honor and worship God. I may have a habit of trying to figure out my future, but my past has proven God is good, faithful and constant. His love keeps me secure. All my days are full of joy, but some days I need a little nudge to be reminded of that fact. God’s gift of hugs certainly lit up my day, moment by moment.


I leave for Thailand in 15 days, and boy is it difficult to remain present and try to get things together so I am not rushing around the day before I take off. For those who have been praying for me I thank you with much sincerity. The prayers of the righteous are so so powerful and mean so so much to me. I ask that if you are praying, please pray I remain present without getting too caught up in what’s to come.

If you would like to hear updates on my trip or a more in-depth prayer request, feel free to contact me. I would love to chat! Thank you for all the support and encouraging words. I have been overwhelmed by kindness and love. God is good all the time and all the time God is good!

The Land of Smiles.

Tuesday February 9th — While crying to my parents about the unfolding events of my life I finally blurted out, “What am I doing with myself? Life is not going as I planned! Ugh. I want to travel again. I’m young. I have nothing holding me down. I should travel! That’s what I’m meant to do! That’s what I love to do! I need a new adventure!”

Wednesday February 10th — A friend who’s serving in Thailand messages me, “So I think you would love it here and next time we come you should totally come with us. Haha.” To which I replied, “I would love to! Can I come now?!” Friend’s response, “I’m not even kidding. Come over now! That would be the”

Six days later I purchased my plane tickets to Thailand.

I love roller coasters, but as much as I love them I hate them. What I love most about them, is what I hate most about them. It’s the wait to sit in the front seat, the BEST seat. It’s the anticipation of the next drop after chugging up a mountainous peak. It’s the feeling in my stomach upon every downfall. It’s the wind in my face. It’s the slight fear that at any time the cart could very well veer off track and…well… It’s all in the thrill. It’s when the car finally arrives back at its station, I catch my breath and instantly want to ride again.

Upon each great adventure God has called me on I felt those same feelings. As much as I loved scheduling those adventures I hated it. Wrestling with mom and dad. Westling with God. Wrestling with myself. It’s the wait to see exactly what God has planned for me. It’s the anticipation of the joy set before me. It’s the pit in my stomach knowing that I’m about to step onto foreign land and potentially face great challenges. It’s the wind in my face, and I have to choose to believe it’s the peace of the Holy Spirit and not the wind of a storm. It’s the slight fear that at any time anything can happen. What has always terrified me most became my most prized treasures.  It’s all in the thrill, the fearful, anxious, exciting cry of my heart.

Here is what I know:

April 1st I (uno solo) will depart from Dulles International Airport in Washington D.C. I will be in air a little over thirteen hours before landing in Doha, Qatar. After a five hour layover I will board another plane to Bangkok, Thailand. This time I’ll be in air for a little over seven hours. Next I’ll spend approximately three hours in Bangkok before my final two hour flight to Chiang Mai where I will finally step on Thai soil and breathe in air I never imagined would kiss my face.

I will be met by the most encouraging friends who will help me get established for the month that lies ahead. I will be serving alongside my friends and a wonderful non-profit organization called The Sunshine House. The Sunshine House is a home for woman saved from sex trafficking and abusive relationships which provides care and work opportunities for women in need. I will also be exploring the beautiful land of Chiang Mai and following every lead and every road the Father calls me on. I will be learning and growing and facing my fears. I will be brave and courageous and open. I will be resting and abiding.

On April 29th I will returning home and begin a new season of life.

Things I don’t know:

I don’t know how to fly alone. I don’t know how to speak Arabic or Thai. I don’t know where I’ll be living or the specifics of what I’ll be doing. I don’t know the layout or design of the city. I don’t know Thai culture. I don’t know what my purpose is in going, only that God has made it very clear for me to accept his invitation to Chiang Mai.

Quite frankly I don’t know what bravery looks like, but I know God has made me brave. I don’t know what comfort zones I will need to step out of, but I know I have a comforter. I don’t know what God’s plan is, but I know He has one. I don’t know in which areas God will strengthen me, but I know in His kingdom He calls his children from glory to glory.

Two things I will hold onto:

  1. Though [I] have not seen him, [I] love him; and even though [I] do not see him now, [I] believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for [I am] receiving the end result of [my] faith, the salvation of [my] soul.” 1 Peter 1:8-9
  2. “But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings.” Malachi 4:2

There will be few times in our lives when all our instincts will tell us to do something, something that defies logic, upsets our plans and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, we do it. Listen to our instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications and just go for it (Judith McNaught).

So, I’m just going for it. I have that stomach drop-the coaster is about to take off- God is always good-but holy crap this is happening feeling in my stomach. And it’s good. It’s real good. I’m going to Thailand, The Land of Smiles. Thank you, Jesus.