My sister (Mandrea Lynn – or shortened to Mandolin) posted this blog recently about our family. She talks about our upbringing and her and my relationship and all kinds of gushy stuff like that. I love the way she tells the story…
Check it out if you like. It’s called Who I Am.
I was looking through my journal last night. The journal my sister Mandy gave me right before I left the country for the very first time, bound for Africa by myself. It seemed appropriate to share the first entry here.
1/06/2002 3:30pm MST
Am in the airport in Denver (DIA)…am a little filled with apprehension about the 16.5 hours of flying ahead of me, and the changeover in London, but the ache in my heart to explore and learn more about this world, God’s world, is too great. The author of small stories would have me believe that things are safer here in the US. He would have me put off adventure and embrace safety and the mundane.
I will not succumb.
Instead I throw off the small meaningless story and embrace the unknown adventure that awaits me as I look to fulfill the role chosen for me in the larger story.
I choose the way of romance and danger!
And with that I left my country forever. Though I’ve physically traveled back and forth many times, my heart never fully returned. It been amazing to see the truth that simple, prayer has borne out in my …
