In the Lay of Things

     It's truly hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that I am currently writing from a YWAM base in the city of Arusha, located in Tanzania, Africa. My team and I officially departed from Kona, Hawaii, just a few nights ago. Crazy,  isn't it? It feels like  I just sent in my application for YWAM yesterday, how has time flown by so quickly? The past three months have been a blur, as if time were a paper airplane slipping too quickly from my hands, leaving me chasing after it, trying to catch the tail. Can I rewind please? Can we do it all again, just a little slower this time? It's bittersweet, closing one chapter while stepping into the next. As I prepare for this transition, I want to take a moment to reflect and share a few thoughts before I dive into this next adventure. One final sunset in Kona, Hawaii A much needed team nap in the Instabul, Turkey airport     The past couple of m orni ngs have been full of hea...

Sophie & I at Mud lane in Waimea...      Ever since I was around 12 years old, I vividly remember having the most intense night terrors. These nightmares weren't just your typical dreams about getting chased or falling from a building - they were much deeper than surface level. I often woke up terrified, unsure whether I should stay paralyzed with fear under my covers or run through the dark hallway to my parents bedroom for comfort. It was a blessing in itself that my parents always welcomed me in the middle of the night with open arms. Over time, these dreams began to consume me with fear and anxiety, especially at night. Around this age, I started to ask my parents to leave my door open after they would tuck me in. My logic behind this was that as long as I could hear their echoed voices seeping through the open crack from my door, I could fall asleep with ease knowing they were still close by if I needed them. The more I began to...