The Joys & Challenges of Jerusalem | Faith

Here’s where the dead things come back to living
I feel my heart beating again
Feels so good to know You are my friend
-Communion, Maverick City Music

My dear friends,

It’s been too long since I’ve written. I say that nearly every time I post anymore, but it’s true. I want to be more consistent with it than I am, and I hope to write more this year.

Since I last wrote, I left my job at Vineyard Cincinnati and moved back to Jerusalem. The story of returning is a long journey on its own, but that’s a story for another time. Being back has been wonderful in so many ways, but it’s also been so incredibly challenging. Challenging in a much different, holier way (thank God for that), but still something I wasn’t prepared for.

Emotionally, I knew the return would be difficult. I was expecting this season to be a time of healing from multiple past friendships/relationships, and that certainly has happened. There’s been a lot of redemption and restoration that’s happened – places that once brought me bad memories I can and have now filled with new memories. I’ve had moments where I’ve gone to certain places around the city and prayed for God to redeem that area, and He has. I’ve run into people I tried hard to avoid, and it led to more healing. I’ve had scary encounters with a crazy neighbor (which have since been resolved). I’ve had moments where I erupted in tears while simply texting a friend and end up crying for an hour. I’ve struggled HARD with certain friendships I thought would be easy and lifegiving that just haven’t turned out how I’d hoped. I’ve felt more alone and lonely than I ever have before in my life (can any other enneagram 3s out there relate?!). I’ve spent multiple nights parading around my apartment, anointing the doors and windows and rebuking the devil.

Some friends & I at a cookbook photoshoot at my studio apartment

Physically, I’ve struggled with debilitating constant back, knee, and feet pain since the moment I announced I was returning to Jerusalem (January 2019). That’s led to weight gain and an inability to be active, which has led to me being unable to run the Jerusalem Marathon or hike the Jesus Trail. I also nearly had a bunch of my stuff stolen when I was moving into my current apartment. Financially, I honestly don’t know how I’m going to make it here. Every day I wonder how I’ll be able to stay for the two years I initially felt called to fulfill. I just don’t have it. It doesn’t make sense, but daily I depend and trust in God to provide. And to be totally honest with you, recently I struggle to find the joy of living here that I had for the first 5 months or so.

And yet.

God is so, so good. He has grown me so much in the short 8 months I’ve been back, and I’m so thankful for it. There IS joy and abundant blessing, although some days I struggle to see it. I’ve started a jar of thankfulness that I keep on my desk, and whenever something happens I’m thankful for, I write it on a Post-It note and throw it in my jar. So today, I choose to be thankful for the blessings God has given me in these past 8 months. I’m sharing some below.

Hiking at Timna National Park


// the gift of a photographer friend willing to help me accomplish a lifelong goal of becoming an author and co-creating a cookbook with me. Thank you, Jenna – forever grateful for you and your friendship.

// a friend who donated funds for me to visit my chiropractor 3 more times after falling on the way to work and reinjuring my knees & back. Thank you, you know who you are.

// my amazing financial supporters who support me monthly and allow me to continue to be here, for as long as I have been. Thank you for believing in me and the work the Lord has called me to do in the Land.

// God providing healing for a situation I’ve been praying about for 6 years now. Hallelujah.

// Feeling a release to be able to freely date again after 6 years of feeling like I wasn’t allowed (although I rebelled during that time and dated anyways, and nothing ended well. Always listen to God, guys. Don’t choose your own path. It hurts more than you think it will.)

// The ability to get certified in holistic nutrition, something I’ve longed to do for years. The ability to do this in conjunction with my injury and learn about what I’m experiencing through school has been amazing.

// Learning how to “work as for the Lord and not for man” when I REALLY hate doing something specific. Like, I literally get nausea and get headaches from it and get crazy stressed out. BUT what God has shown me is that 1) I struggle when I have to do things I feel are useless or unvaluable [not that they are – but that I perceive them that way] and 2) I need to find a way to make seemingly useless tasks feel useful. This strategy has helped me to create purpose in these tasks and helped me more joyfully dedicate these tasks to God even when I dislike doing them.

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward.
Colossians 3: 23-24

Helping with a birthday party at a home for the elderly, Ezrat Avot, in Jerusalem. Many of the women are Holocaust survivors.

// Constantly putting death to my flesh and learning to choose God’s desires over my own. It means taking stabs to my pride, and that’s been a big struggle.

// God’s knack for showing up and providing at the last minute when I don’t know how I’ll make it financially. Thank you so much to the people who have surprised me this year with your donations. You’re such a blessing to me.

// Continual revelation for what He wants for my future and how I can be preparing for that now.

// Friends who are getting married that I can help with graphic design needs.

// Finally getting into essential oils. Long story, but I felt God tell me specifically to do this a couple years ago, and I did it very half-heartedly. It’s been a fulfilling experience dedicating myself to it completely this year as I learn how to use plants God gave us to heal naturally and clean naturally.

// Revealing that singleness is a gift that I don’t often receive well. But it’s a time to devote to getting to know Him and His heart and the flexibility to go wherever He wants, whenever He wants, with ease. I pray that I will utilize my remaining time as a single person to do just that.

// A continual stripping of things and people I’ve held too dear for too long. He’s been eliminating the things and people that make me feel tied down to a certain place, and I think that’s so it’s easier for me to move outside of Ohio whenever I return home. I’m not sure where I’ll end up when I go back to the States, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be Ohio for the long term. Prior to this year, that would’ve been a big struggle for me.

So, there you have it. I’m thankful for so many things and I’m thankful that I get to experience the challenges and joys of living here and serving God’s people in His Land. It’s by no means easy, but it is fulfilling. And He is good, no matter the circumstance.

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From Holy + Broken | Faith

I’m not 100% sure where to start this blog post. It’s been a long time coming, that’s for sure. I often have things on my heart I want to write about but it seems like I have to intentionally press pause on life to be able to sit down long enough to get all my thoughts out of my head. Anyone else feel that way?

That’s how I feel about today’s post. It’s been in my head for a long time, and I feel like while hiking today I finally got enough content (and time!) to sit down and push out my thoughts. A-freaking-men.

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Leading worship with my team at Succat Hallel, the 24/7 house of prayer where I led worship regularly


I’ve been home from Israel for about 5 months now (and it’s been about as long since I last wrote on here), and I am just now coming out of whatever reverse culture shock I experienced. I honestly didn’t think that was something I would struggle with, so it surprised me that I missed Israel as much as I did, so much so that I usually would shed tears over just thinking about Israel or hearing someone talk about Israel. It was serious. It was uncontrollable. I didn’t really know what to do with it or how to handle it. But it lasted legitimately until maybe a couple weeks ago. I think something shifted in me at the Hillsong concert at Crossroads on October 16th. I felt it – I can’t explain it exactly, and it wasn’t a big “aha” moment, but I felt a shift and I knew it was the beginning of the end of the grieving period I was in.

Needless to say I have been spending a lot of time processing why the heck I’ve been so emotional about anything related to Israel. I’ve been discussing it via WhatsApp with a few of my friends still living in Israel, and most are telling me the intense reaction likely means returning to Israel long-term or in some way serving in Israel is likely in my future. I don’t doubt it. I’m not sure in what capacity or what that looks like, but I don’t think they are wrong. I’ve also been struggling because I see posts from Z4 (the 4th Zealous Israel Project, currently in the midst of their year in Israel) and they seem to all be best friends. Let me tell you that our year in Z3 was much more of a struggle bus and I don’t think anyone ended the year being best friends with anyone else in the group. Not because we didn’t desire that – we did – but that wasn’t God’s plan for us. So I’ve been praying through that a LOT, and I finally felt like God told me that our year was about HEALING. And below is what I feel like God revealed to me about it.

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It was hard because we were all healing or trying to heal from something, and sometimes healing causes us to hurt one another. We hurt ourselves. We hurt others when we resisted the healing process. And sometimes to heal we need to be taken out of our comfort zone. 

So a lot of Z3 hurt one another. Not intentionally, but because we weren’t whole and couldn’t love others because we couldn’t love ourselves. We were in a place that was so holy, and yet we were so broken. And I think we didn’t know how to reconcile those two things, even though we may not have known at the time that’s what was going on. And because we weren’t on solid ground, the spiritual warfare battle was harder for Z3 than it was for others in past and current Zealous Israel Projects. Jerusalem is a spiritual battle zone, and to live there we must be secure in our wholeness that comes from God alone.

Those words are straight from my journal and let me tell you – they gave me so much closure. The past season in Israel was a holy + broken season; the season I am walking into at the Vineyard is a holy + hopeful season. I was grieving Israel because I lost something dear to me. It’s normal to grieve the loss of something you loved. And now that grief period is over and it’s time to move onto bigger and better things that the Lord has planned for me.

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Walking along the Promenade in East Jerusalem towards Succat Hallel

It’s hilarious to me that all this hope is coming during the fall. I think it’s intentional, really. God is intentionally allowing the fall to be hopeful because, in the past, fall has always been a really bitter and dark season for me. It’s symbolic, too – there is hope in the fall. We are fallen sinners, but there is still hope that draws us closer to God as we enter into His forgiveness and mercy. There is beauty in the fall. And you know what else is funny? In the darkness, if you look, fallen leaves still reflect light. I noticed this on my hike today.

Things that are fallen still reflect His light.
Even in our fallenness, we can still reflect His light.

Thank you, Abba, for new transitions. For releasing new joys. And for healing broken hearts.

My time in Israel is not over. In fact, I feel like today God gave me more clarity on what is ahead. It’s exciting, and I feel like I now have a vision I can cling to and work towards. But that is for another day, and I hope to share it soon. ❤



The Connection Between Faith + Fitness | Faith

This year in Israel has been somewhat of a beast for me. It’s been really, really good – I’ve grown a lot, made new friends, and gotten to experience life here in Israel. It’s also been somewhat of a pressure cooker, bringing to light issues in myself that I didn’t know were issues, and forcing a lot of growth in areas I both did and didn’t want to grow in. There is still a lot of that happening, and I’m still learning how to manage it all (with only 4 months remaining here in Jerusalem).

Some of the team from Bridges for Peace, after running the Jerusalem Marathon.

The most impactful things for me this year though have come in two areas of my life I’ve been trying to get under control for years now: my spiritual life (through learning to worship with excellence and establish daily God time) and my health (through consistently working out and eating healthfully). Although there are lots of other things I’ve been challenged on this year, these have by far been the biggest. What I’m now starting to learn is that the two are significantly intertwined.

In January my roommates and I did either complete or modified Daniel Fasts – which you can read more about online. That helped me start eating healthfully again and unintentionally caused me to lose 12-15lbs, which is about halfway to a weight loss goal I’ve had most of my life. After that, I started working out again, doing various workouts a few times a week. I also cut dairy (mostly) out of my life. Two months later and I’ve still been working out consistently and eating mostly dairy-free, which has caused me to gain a lot of muscle, lose some more fat, and keep the weight off. I’ve started running once or twice a week and recently completed the Jerusalem Marathon (half) with some of my co-workers. Now, I’m trying to eat a largely paleo/Whole30 approved foods during the week. I’m really enjoying it and it’s taught me that I can cure my sweet tooth with dried fruits and naturally sweetened things instead of sugary sweets and unhealthy carbs. I’m hoping this will help me reach my weight goal by the end of the Zealous Israel Project. I feel lighter, healthier, and more confident than I have in a long time.

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Leading worship at our monthly worship night, Fervor.

What I’ve realized, though, is that health and faith are actually deeply linked.

I started thinking about this while in school at Fuller, but it’s become more of a reality here in Israel. I’ve been getting hit with a lot of negativity recently, whether it’s from other people or the Enemy trying to bring me down. But I’ve also been called to a lot of spiritually draining things, particularly intercessory prayer. I’ve learned that in order to intercede for someone in prayer without taking on all the emotions and negativity myself, I have to make sure I spend time with God on my own being filled up. It is only when I get that personal time that I am able to stay grounded and remain disconnected from feeling what other people feel (which I am learning is really necessary when doing intercessory prayer). And boy do I need a lot of personal time here in Jerusalem. I can’t get enough of it. It’s the same with health and fitness. I need to pray about it and let God into it if I’m going to consistently take care of myself.

With that being said, here are 4 things I’ve realized about the connection between health and God since living in Jerusalem:

1. My body is God’s temple, and thus I need to honor Him by taking care of it; fitness is a form of worship.

Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body. 
1 Corinthians 6:19-20

This belief started for me while in seminary when I was researching something for class. I don’t remember exactly what I was looking for, but it had something to do with self-care. Anyways, I stumbled across this blog post that a guy wrote about how he views fitness as a form of worship, and how he stays active so that he can be physically ready to go wherever God sends him and do whatever Kingdom-bringing work he is called to do. We are often called to do physically strenuous things for the Kingdom – and how can we expect to do those things if our bodies are not physically capable of doing them? Being fit and healthy helps us to go where God calls us and it serves as a form of worship by honoring God’s temple. Realizing that fitness is a form of worship has completely changed how I view working out. I’m still not as consistent as I should be with it, but I am getting a lot better.

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Acai bowls from the shuk in Jerusalem.

I have a hard time thinking or talking while running. Honestly, I envy people who say they get quality prayer time or personal time while they run. I wish I was to the point where I could do that, to the point where running clears my mind from other things. It doesn’t. Maybe someday it will. But for now, most of my runs consist of me praying one thing over and over in my mind: “God, please help me to push through this run so I can do your Kingdom work. So I can honor and worship you by taking care of my body, which is your temple. Give me strength to keep going for Your glory.” That is basically my mantra for all runs and is constantly on repeat in my head. That is honestly what keeps me going.

2. Fitness creates discipline, which leads to discipline in other areas of life. 

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.
1 Corinthians 9: 24-27

I think this is probably the most quoted verse for exercise in the Bible. At least, it is personally the one I hear the most quoted by those connecting health and God. The thing is – it’s true. Exercise and staying healthy requires a LOT of self-control. It means making time every day to work out, and choosing to eat salads instead of pasta. It means more than just setting a goal; it means sticking to a plan that will cause you to reach your goal (and even surpass your goal!). It means not just telling other to put their health first, but doing it yourself as a living example for others. Because living this way requires a lot of self-control, it teaches self-control in other areas of life, too. Since continuously practicing self-control over the past few months in what I eat, I’ve noticed I’ve gotten better at having God time daily. It creates habits of discipline that can be applied in other areas of life, too. That is a vitally important skill to have.

3. A healthy life is a joy-filled life. 

“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.”
-Elle Woods, from Legally Blonde

I’ve also noticed that I turn to working out now when I get frustrated or upset with something or someone. Instead of letting myself think negative thoughts, I pray for freedom from that and then go work out, because working out releases endorphins, which make you happy. I always feel better after working out and I usually feel less stressed and happier, too. It makes me a better person both mentally and physically.

I’ve learned I have to make time every day for both working out and spending time with God in order to feel truly at peace and happy. It doesn’t have to be a huge workout – it can be something small and quick – but my best days are the days when I get at least an hour or more to spend with God, and an hour or more to workout.

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My favorite way to start the morning – with coffee and the Bible.

This usually means I have to wake up early and prioritize God-time over everything else – and I’m still working on doing that, since I am not a morning person. I am trying to do that, though. The days where I wake up at 5 or 5:30am and get quality God time are the best. If I don’t do that, then I try to spend time with God on my lunch break. God-time in the morning, and working out in the evening. Those are the days when I feel my best and most ready to tackle anything that comes my way. Those are the days I feel the most joy. Those are the days I can tackle intercessory prayer and not feel weighed down with emotions.

4. Health is not just food and fitness – it is other forms of self-care and beauty, too.

This really struck me this morning, on what I would call the perfect Shabbat. I woke up early (for the weekend), had coffee and God-time, made a healthy breakfast and lunch, and made a turmeric mask for my face. Pre-turmeric mask I was staring at myself in the mirror and thinking about how much I hate the red marks on my face, and I just want them to be gone before we hike the Jesus Trail in April. After I washed the mask off my face, it’s amazing how much better and more positive I felt. My face felt soft and smooth, and the redness had gone down some. The marks were still there, but I felt a lot more positive about them.

I’m not typically one for doing girly things like facials and baths and pedicures, but I’m starting to realize how much better I feel about myself when I do those things. They make me more confident and help me feel peaceful, which works wonders for my mental health. Taking care of your mental health is just as important as taking care of your spiritual and physical health and should not be overlooked. Our mind is a part of God’s temple too, so we need to do what is necessary to honor that part of our body. For me, that currently looks like face masks a couple times a week, homemade coffee sugar scrubs, taking personal time for myself, and painting my toes once or twice a month. It doesn’t take a lot. But those things help me significantly to relax, and I’m going to start being a lot more focused on self-care.

So, there you have it – my rant on all things health and fitness as they relate to the spiritual side of things. Hopefully you can get something from that and be encouraged to see self-care as a form of worship 🙂

Shabbat shalom, friends.


Living in the In-Between | Faith

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At the Jerusalem Promenade (Tayelet)

Most of my time in Jerusalem has been spent praying about what God has next for me. On July 2nd, 2018, when I step on the plane to return home to Cincinnati, what am I going to be walking into? What is my next job, or my next calling? Honestly, I’ve spent a lot of my time this year BEFORE moving to Jerusalem praying for this, too. I have no clue and no inkling of an idea what’s next for me, if I’m being sincere. I wish I did. But I am learning that this year in Jerusalem is all about preparing me for what is next. This morning during my quiet time, I journaled the following:

Abba, please show me what’s next for me after this year. I have so many thoughts + ideas + possibilities, but I want to go where You want me to go and do what You want me to do. Even when it’s difficult. You’ve shown me that I am a LEADER and that was who I am created to be. A leader. An intercessor. A fighter for others. And that my words are a powerful way I operate in that. That I am impacting people and being a role model for them even when I don’t know it. And I know I will do that wherever You send me. But Abba, please direct me and show me where. Cali? Ohio? Israel? Somewhere else? Where does my heart collide with my passions and Your will? And where does that intersect with the world’s needs + who You’ve created me to be? Abba, I know this year is about preparing me for what is next. So, what IS next, exactly? I found an Instagram post that says “CALLING is where your talents and burdens collide.” Where are you leading me that my talents and burdens collide? Further, what ARE my burdens? What weighs heavy on my heart? What prophecies have been spoken over me that I know to be true? And how will You fulfill them? Abba, I have a willing spirit. Where You go, I go. Send me. 


Aren’t we all always asking God about what is next? We can never just rest in the waiting, in the in-between. We can never fully embrace, with patience, where God has placed us at this very moment. It’s not wrong at ask God about our future – in fact, He wants us to ask Him about our future. He wants to know we are seeking His will for our life. But there is something to be said about resting in the waiting. About TRUST over CERTAINTY. I talk about how to wait well HERE in a previous blog post (which I just re-read for myself and it really spoke to me all over again!), if you want to read it. We need to learn how to embrace the wait. Because really, it is about increasing our faith during this period – not seeking more answers (I talk about the concept of trust over clarity HERE). I’ve been struggling with this a lot over the past couple of years. I just want God to tell me what to do instead of growing in what He has for me right now. I’m seeking His hands (what He does for me) instead of His face (who He is and His heart for me). 

Help me, Abba. Help me to rest in the in-between, knowing that You are working for those who wait on You. You will give me answers in Your own time. Isaiah 64:4 says: “From ages past no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who works for those who wait for him.” God is working in the wait.


I’ve had the song “My Soul Sings (Just A Little While Longer)” by Cory Asbury on repeat the past week. The words really echo in my heart. There is a line that says:

All I want is just to know Your heart,
So would You keep me here until we’re one?

I spent the morning reflecting on these words. This is my true desire – to know the heart of our Father. This is what I want to focus on this year in Jerusalem and this is the cry of my heart. But then it hit me – this is what God wants, too. He wants to know OUR heart.

Take a minute and image God is speaking these words to you. “All I want to just to know your heart, so would you stay with me until we’re one?” Imagine that. God WANTS to know your heart, too. He wants you to tell Him all about your day, your struggles and failures, your deepest desires and cries. He wants you to be real with Him.

Too often we aren’t real with God. We try to cover up our prayers with fluffy words and try to soun holy when we speak to Him. But God wants our honesty, not our fake words. The number of times I has sworn while praying would shock you. But when I’m angry and hurting, God wants to know and whats our authenticity. If that means I’m angry and I’m swearing while I pray, yelling at God, so be it. I’m not going to try to hide my emotions from God. He knows them already, anyways.

So back to the song. I wrote this in my journal:

Although this song is about us crying out to God, these are God’s words to us, too. He wants to KNOW our heart. He wants to hear our heart and sit there until we are one. He wants us to run to Him. 

And I think this relates to what I was talking about earlier, about calling and resting in the wait. God is working for us while we wait for Him to move. And while we wait, He wants us to share our heart with Him and talk to him about the process. About the growth and the backslides. So let’s not get so caught up in asking what is next that we miss out on this time to pursue His heart and share ours, too. He is working for us and already knows what is next for our lives. We just need to trust that He will tell us in His timing and, meanwhile, live fully in the in-between.


So, Abba, I pray that You will allow us to fully seek Your face and not Your hands. To rest in the uncertainty. And to share our heart with You while we wait.

Keep waiting, friends.


Jerusalem | Travel + Faith

The Zealous Israel Project participants

We have come to Mount Zion, city of the living God.
Heavenly Jerusalem, by His blood we have come.

“Mt. Zion,” Jonathan David + Melissa Helser

It’s been six months since my last blog. Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out how exactly to put into words my experience living in Jerusalem since I moved here in July. Words fail me when I think about how to describe it.

My roommates

Of course, I could simply share some of the incredible things I’ve done and seen. Pruning pomegranate trees, hiking the desert wilderness of Timna, snorkeling in the Red Sea, riding camels, taking Krav Maga lessons, planting olive trees in the Judaean wilderness, leading our monthly worship team, leading worship weekly at Sukkat Hallel (Jerusalem’s 24/7 house of prayer), writing and performing my first original song, becoming a published graphic designer, developing relationships in the Jewish community, getting stung by a jellyfish in the Mediterranean Sea, touring the Knesset, going to a night of worship in the desert of En Gedi with thousands of people from around the world.

Sitting on a tank used in the Six Day War at Radio Hill

We’ve done and seen so much I’m having a hard time remembering everything. It’s been incredible. I often have to make myself stop and stare at the Old City walls or Temple Mount (only a short walk from where I work) and say, “I live in Jerusalem.” Because this place feels so much like home that I often forget exactly where I’m living. It’s so surreal.

Planting olive trees in the Judaean wilderness

Honestly, even though I’ve had the most incredible experiences over the past 3 months, some of my favorite moments are found in the everyday mundane activities. Watching young people stand and give their seat away to the elderly on the bus. Waving to Roni the coffee guy every morning on the walk to work. Watching Muslims and Jews engage with each other and love each other. Celebrating the Biblical holidays like Sukkot and Yom Kippur. Eating onion rings at First Station, the outdoor mall/hangout near our apartment. Deep conversations late at night with fellow Zealous Israel Project (Z3) members. Hammocking in the park. Working out on Saturday mornings. Baking cakes for birthdays. Buying fresh challah and flowers for Shabbat every Friday afternoon. Going to Krav Maga on Sunday nights. Hebrew lessons on Wednesday nights. Coffee at my 2 favorite coffee shops, Tmol Shilshom and Power CoffeeWorks. Everyday life is wonderful.

Hiking Solomon’s Pillars at Timna Park

Although I love life here, these 3 months have really challenged me more than I care to admit. As a natural introvert, I’ve been struggling to re-adjust to living with 4 other roommates and all the different personalities and preferences. I think because of this I’ve become a little more distant with people than I am at home in Ohio. I’ve really connected well with a few people, though, and find myself developing deep friendships I hope will last a lifetime.

Leading worship in the desert at Timna Park

I also have been struggling with feeling really unqualified for my role as the worship team leader. I am confident that growing in worship and as a worship leader is one of God’s major focuses for me this year. And with that in mind, I’ve kept saying yes to various things being asked of me. I’ve grown SO MUCH as a worship leader in the past few months, it’s insane. I’m so thankful for the opportunity. But all I can say is I’m thankful for my team and the way they push me, encourage me, and have grace with me. There is no group of people I’ve enjoyed playing music with more than the three others on my team, and we flow so well together, knowing without speaking when to play the same song for 10 minutes because the Spirit is moving or when to add songs not originally in the line-up. Nozomu, Eilir-Wyn, Eliza – I love you guys. May God set a fire in our souls.

Playing my first finished original song, Abundantly More.

All that being said – Jerusalem is home. No, it’s not dangerous or scary living here. I feel safer living here than I do in America, and the Middle East is nothing like it’s portrayed in the American media. The entire country is community focused, and everyone helps each other out without asking. Parents let their kids roam free because of the fact that the country is so safe and people trust one another.

Hammocking at the Promenade

This is the City of Gold – the city of God’s people. God’s presence is thick here. The history is so rich – it’s amazing to think that I am walking the same streets walked by Jesus and His disciples. That the stars I stare at in the middle of desert are the same stars Abraham and Sarah would have seen. That the roots of the some of the olive trees could have been the same roots from the time of Jesus. That I can visit and touch places where miracles occurred. The places of the Bible are real and still present today.

Hiking the Timna Arches

God has called me here for at least a year. As for what’s next after that, I honestly cannot say. I’ll be home in July for a friend’s wedding (yay for being a bridesmaid!), and that’s the only concrete plan I have right now. I’ve been praying that God will show me what’s next soon. Until then, I will wait and try to soak up every moment here. Leaving everything behind to follow the call has been so worth it.

A photo shoot for this article for Bridges for Peace’s Dispatch from Jerusalem magazine

I love you all. Thank you so much to those who have been supporting me financially. Every single dollar is so appreciated. If you are able to help support me financially, please click here to donate.

My Krav Maga class

Hoping to write again soon. Until then, shalom from Jerusalem.


Following the Call | Travel + Faith

Dear friends,

If you haven’t heard already….

I’m moving to Israel. 

For a year. 

Crazy, huh?


It’s all very surreal to me, too. I’ll be moving at the end of July as a part of the Zealous Israel Project with Bridges for Peace, an 11-month servant-based discipleship program. I’ll be living and working in Jerusalem on the organization’s publications team doing graphic and layout design. You can read more about my role and the program HERE, on my support page. I would love if you would consider financially supporting me through this!

I am very excited about this opportunity, and I feel very strongly that this is what God has been pushing me towards over the past couple years. In fact, I can point to three different times where my application should have either been withdrawn or incomplete. By no work of my own, and from a back story that I found out about after being accepted, I am moving to Jerusalem in a little over 2 short months. The fact that I was accepted is truly the work of God and a clear sign that this is His next step for me. So I’ve said yes to His call and am looking forward to spending the next year with 10 other young adults from around the world, growing in our faith and developing new, lasting friendships. I am also really, really excited that I get to work in the same building and live in the city as one of my close friends, Becca, whom I met in Israel 2 years ago on our Call to Zion tour. She just wrote a blog about perspective which I highly recommend reading, if you get the chance.

When people hear I am moving, they usually respond in one of two ways. The first is to say, “WOW, aren’t you scared?” to which I say….no. Honestly, Israel feels safer to me than America in a lot of ways, and the IDF (Israeli Defense Forces) do a wonderful job of protecting the country and its people. When I was there, Israel felt like home. It’s really hard to explain unless you’ve been there. But no, I am not afraid to live in Israel, regardless of what you hear on the news.

The second response is actually a little harder for me to embrace, and it should be the easiest. Most people say “WOW, that is so amazing! Are you excited?”

Again, this should be the easy question to answer. Yet it is the hardest for me to answer with complete honesty. 

It’s complicated. As I’ve already mentioned, I am really, truly excited. Deep down. And I know I will grow more and more excited about it over time. Please hear me say that I am excited.

But if I’m being really honest with you, my answer is that right now I’m hurting.

Mostly because I am struggling to leave a few close friendships behind for an entire year, and the thought of leaving Cincinnati and the people I love, more often than not, makes me burst into tears almost daily.

I realize that technology is wonderful, and WhatsApp will allow me to remain in close contact. But it’s still hard, and I know this upcoming year will be an emotionally challenging one. I’m excited for the ways I will grow, develop, and be stretched. And at the same time, I am not excited about all the emotions that will come with it.

I’m saying yes because I am choosing to follow the call God has given me. This life was not made to be easy, and being obedient to God is often one of the most difficult things for me to do. What I want to do, in all honesty, doesn’t matter. What God wants me to do, however, matters a lot. A whole lot. So I will follow what He wants for me, even when it’s hard. And I will praise Him through the hurt, knowing that good things will follow.


“I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord
    in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord;
    be strong, and let your heart take courage;
    wait for the Lord!”
-Psalm 27:13-14

That’s where I am right now. I plan to blog about my experiences while in Israel, so I hope you’ll subscribe via email and follow along with my journey. I love you all – thanks for letting me be honest, and know you can be honest with me as well.

Shalom, friends.


Waiting Well | Faith

Waiting sucks.

I’ll just say it outright. Unfortunately, we all wait for something – many things, typically – during our lifetime. Christians, it seems, tend to wait more than the average person. What is God telling me? When do I act on what He is telling me? How do I act? And what if I don’t want to do what I’m told? What if it is scary or difficult?

When I wait, I tend to have a lot of questions that rise to the surface.

I’ve spent the past week and a half in Sacramento, CA. I came here to attend a week of on-campus classes with Fuller Theological Seminary, but I came early to explore San Francisco and Redding.  I stayed a couple extra days to explore Sacramento, where I am currently sitting at Temple Coffee Roasters writing this. (Has anyone been to Temple, by the way? So good).


I think Temple Coffee Roasters is my dream coffee shop. Exposed beams, patio seating, nitro cold brew – could it get any better?!


My experiences these past couple of weeks have been enlightening, to say the least. I heard God speak prophetically in many ways (which I won’t get into right now – but feel free to ask me about it, if you are interested). In fact, I feel pretty strongly that God is calling me into a time of acting in the prophetic, which both scares and excites me. I received some of the clarity I was hoping for in a previous blog post, and many things that shouldn’t have happened did, because God has a canny way of working things out. Again, that’s another story for another time.

I am starting to emerge from a dark time and a dark place; I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. What I failed to mention in my previous blog about clarity was that I seriously questioned if I was depressed during December and January. I felt bleak. I felt like life had been drained from me. Clearly the Enemy was at work. But God gave me hope, and I clung to it. Looking back, I can say that during those months (the past year, really) I learned in a new way how to wait well (becuase, unfortunately, I wait a lot). My experiences in Sacaramento and Redding confirmed this for me and gave me the peace and momentum to continue pressing on.


I spent a lot of time at Bethel’s prayer house…and I didn’t realize the bushes spelled “Jesus” until just now. Funny.


Now, I want to share my tips for waiting well with you. 

Wait With Anticipation

Elijah is a prime example of this in the book of 1 Kings. Let’s take a look at his story in 1 Kings 18:41-46:

41 Elijah said to Ahab, “Go up, eat and drink; for there is a sound of rushing rain.” 42 So Ahab went up to eat and to drink. Elijah went up to the top of Carmel; there he bowed himself down upon the earth and put his face between his knees. 43 He said to his servant, “Go up now, look toward the sea.” He went up and looked, and said, “There is nothing.” Then he said, “Go again seven times.” 44 At the seventh time he said, “Look, a little cloud no bigger than a person’s hand is rising out of the sea.” Then he said, “Go say to Ahab, ‘Harness your chariot and go down before the rain stops you.’” 45 In a little while the heavens grew black with clouds and wind; there was a heavy rain. Ahab rode off and went to Jezreel. 46 But the hand of the Lord was on Elijah; he girded up his loins and ran in front of Ahab to the entrance of Jezreel.

Ok, some context is needed here. Elijah has just finished going head-to-head with the prophets of Baal, one of the many pagan gods. Short version: God came through, while Baal did not. Go read the long version in 1 Kings 18.

The people here have been in the middle of a drought. They desperately need water. So Elijah intercedes on behalf of the people by praying to God for rain. This is where our story begins.

At the beginning of the chapter, God told Elijah He would bring rain. Now Elijah begins to pray for the rain to come. As he is praying on top of Mt. Carmel, he tells King Ahab (the current wicked king of Israel) to go look and see if the rain is coming.

There is no rain.

So, Elijah continues to wait and pray, knowing God will bring the rain. Again, he tells Ahab to look for rain. Again, there is no rain. This happens seven times. Eventually, the rain does come, as God said. But Elijah did not wait passively for God to act. He got on his knees and prayed continuously, looking up along the way to see if God had answered yet.

Waiting is active, not passive. 

Elijah actively waited and prayed for the rain, anticipating God would fulfill His promise. Are you questioning that God will answer you, or are you CONFIDENT that God will answer you? Wait with anticipation.

There are a couple different words that we translate as “wait” from the original Hebrew, but in general, they mean “to wait in ambush; to wait eagerly for.” Again, the verb implies an active posture towards waiting, not a passive one.

This is the process of prayer: bow your head and pray, but don’t forget to look with anticipation for God’s movement.


Take me back to San Francisco. The Bay Area is beautiful!


Expect God Will Work While You Wait

Isaiah 64:4 says this:

From ages past no one has heard,
    no ear has perceived,
no eye has seen any God besides you,
    who works for those who wait for him.

Waiting will be a part of our lives as Christians.

Sorry, you can’t get out of it. What you can do is choose how you are going to wait. Will you wait willingly and patiently, or will you choose to follow your own path and go your own way? Will you wait even when it gets difficult? Painful, even? Will you allow the waiting to grow you?

The good news is that God works when we wait for Him.

Did you catch that? God works when we wait for Him. If God is working, it probably means that we are doing a good job of waiting (even waiting with anticipation, perhaps). Now, that’s not to say that we will wait perfectly; we will definitely screw up many times along the way. But we keep waiting, knowing that God will answer us.

Let’s confirm this with another scripture, Lamentations 3:25:

The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
    to the soul that seeks him.

Again, we see God works when we wait. And when we seek Him while we wait. This is key – are we pursuing God’s heart while we wait for His answer? Or are we just sitting around, passively waiting? Not to hit you over the head with this point, but wait with anticipation. This is key.

It’s hard, but when I catch small glimmers of God at work on my situations, it gives me the courage to pray with anticipation.

Wait Patiently 

This is easier said than done, I know. I am incredibly impatient. But as I continue to wait, God gives me increased patience.

Habakkuk 2:3 tells us that we might be waiting a while. It reads:

For there is still a vision for the appointed time;
    it speaks of the end, and does not lie.
If it seems to tarry, wait for it;
    it will surely come, it will not delay.

God knows what we are waiting for, but the answer has an “appointed time” when it will come, and it might take a while. But if our answer seems to “tarry,” we need to keep waiting.

Because God will answer.

And when He answers, He answers quickly and “will not delay.”

In January, I hit a point where I was done with waiting. I was drained. Totally wiped out. Mentally and physically exhausted from following. This week in California, God encouraged me and spoke that He will constantly fill me with fuel to keep waiting. I will not run out of energy. He will revive me. And He will do this for you, too. If you’re impatient like me, He will give you patience for the long haul. Keeping praying for that patience, and keep praying for your answer. It will surely come.

If you struggle with patience, I encourage you to find another believer who has experienced waiting a long time for something. Ask them to share their story, and share how God gave them patience. I have been blessed to have friends in similar situations who can encourage me while I wait. I hope you do, too.

This was a long post, but I hope it encourages you to keep waiting and provides some ways to wait well. If you want to chat more, I’d love to hear from you. Find my email here or reach out on Facebook

Until next time, friends.

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The Search for Clarity | Faith

New Years has come and gone, people are getting back into their daily routines, and many have created resolutions (which they will undoubtedly fail to keep). Yet 2017 comes filled with hope for a fresh start and new beginnings. Honestly, all I can say is good riddance to 2016.

Bye, Felicia.

Seriously, though. 2016 was a rough year for me. There were a lot of really great moments – like traveling to Nicaragua, California, and Italy – but it was also a year filled with more emotions and frustrations than I’ve experienced in a long time. For the first time in 4 or 5 years, I started questioning God’s presence. God, where ARE You in the midst of this? I still am questioning that, to a certain extent – but I’m starting to come out on the other side.

For the past 7 months or so, I feel that God has very clearly called me to pray intensely for a specific situation. And I have been. Almost every day since that realization, I have been praying for extended periods of time. As a result, I’ve had multiple visions relating to this situation. Some are pretty clear to me as to what they represent, and others are really murky and unclear. Regardless, my prayer life has been drastically altered through this experience.

It’s great, right? Well, yes – except that praying like this leaves me exhausted. Last year, for a couple months, I felt December 2016 was going to bring a significant amount of clarity and direction. I prayed and prayed and prayed that God would show up in December. New Years Eve came and went, and suddenly it was January 2017 and I was still without clarity.

This hit me really hard. God, where ARE You?

Really, the whole last week of December was a struggle for me. I was really struggling to see, hear, or feel God, and yet I was still praying fervently. Many of my prayers were said through tears of doubt and anger, and there were days where I just didn’t want to do anything because I was exhausted from the whole experience.

God, give me clarity.
Please give me clarity.
I need you to show up.
I need to know I’m not crazy.
I need to know I heard You.

These were all things I prayed multiple times a day.

This week, I have mostly just been wondering what I missed and where I went wrong. Really, nothing is clear anymore, but I’m learning to sit in the midst of uncertainty and be ok with it.

Tonight when I came home from dinner, I opened Facebook, and a friend’s status really resonated with me:

“Sometimes we’re praying for clarity when we should really be praying for more faith.”

Maybe that is what I’ve been missing this whole time. It’s not about having clarity, although that would be really great. Maybe it’s about being willing to sit in a messy situation, for an extended period of time, to learn what real faith looks like. Maybe it’s more about strengthening my faith through prayer and trusting God when there are no immediate answers.

Maybe it’s about trusting God when there are no answers. 

Or maybe God isn’t answering because He wants us to decide (I do believe God does this, frequently – that He allows us to choose when both options are good).

I read another great quote today from Pete Enns’ book The Sin of Certainty, and it really connected with me on this same point:

“Trust remains when our reason betrays us, when we don’t understand what is going on, when we don’t see what God is up to, when God for all intents and purposes is not faithful or trustworthy. Our level of insight does not determine our level of trust. In fact, seeking insight rather than trust can get in the way of our walk with God.”

Does anyone else ever feel this way? That it seems like God isn’t fulfilling His promises, or that, because a situation doesn’t make sense, God must not be involved?

Friends, I am here to tell you that is a lie straight from the Enemy.

If you are like me, and you are wrestling with finding God in a tough situation, I feel you. Know you are not alone. More than anything, know God works in ways we don’t understand. While we are constantly betrayed by our minds, we are never betrayed by God. Perhaps God is keeping us in the struggle longer so we learn to trust Him completely and find a stronger faith.

From now on, my prayers will (hopefully) sound more like God, give me faith instead of God, give me clarityOur relationship with God should be focused on growing closer TO Him, not seeking answers FROM Him. When we care more about the answers than the journey, we seek insight instead of trust, and that leads to religion instead of relationship.


Hospitality | Faith

Hospitality Defined

As Dr. Peter Lim notes, “hospitality is the practice of attending to others (strangers and friends) through invitation, presence, embrace, conversation, and encounter…inviting others into community in such a way that they are no longer other, but family–an interdependent part of the community. Hospitality cannot be understood apart from being a receiver.

I love this. Hospitality is not simply the practice of blessing others – by practicing hospitality, we become blessed ourselves. We are blessed by those whom we sought to bless, and this may mean that we are receiving the hospitality we wished to give.

Hospitality is also inviting others into comfort through our personal vulnerability and transparency. Conde-Frazier writes:

“Hospitality creates a place where we are connected to one another. It is a space that is safe, personal, and comfortable. It is a place of respect, acceptance, and friendship. This required of us an openness of our hearts and a willingness to make our lives visible and available to one another. Hospitality calls us to enlarge our hearts by offering our time and personal resources. Hospitality as recognition involves respecting the image of God in others and seeing their potential contributions as being of equal value to ours. Valuing is of the utmost, for when persons are not valued, they become socially invisible and their needs and concerns are not acknowledged. Hospitality sprouts into compassion and, as with all the other gifts, is to be exercised in order to build up or edify the body.” – 171-173, Elizabeth Conde-Frazier, “From Hospitality to Shalom”


Developing the habit of hospitality will lead us to serve people like Jesus did.

James Smith said we are liturgical beings, that is, “we are creatures defined by our loves, but those loves are shaped by formative practices.” Smith also said love is a habit, and that God gives us practices to “reorient our habits towards Him and His kingdom.” If we are defined by our loves, and love is a habit, then we are defined by our habits, and our habits need to be God-honoring if we want to be defined by God.

The Greek word for hospitality is “philoxenia (φιλοξενία),” or a love of strangers. It is more than just inviting someone into your home – it is inviting those you don’t know, those who can’t repay you for what you’ve done.

Hospitality Looks Like…

Hospitality looks like inviting others into your home, even when the toys are unorganized, the laundry needs to be folded, and dishes are still in the sink.

Hospitality looks like inviting others into your messy life + sharing the vulnerable parts of your story.

Hospitality looks like letting a friend borrow your car when their car has broken down.

Hospitality looks like praying for one another, together.

Hospitality looks like eating a home-cooked meal together around the table.

Hospitality looks like taking communion together.

Hospitality looks like serving others when they didn’t ask for your help.

Hospitality looks like serving when no one will recognize what you did.

Hospitality looks like sacrificing a few hours of sleep to listen and pray for a friend in need.

Hospitality looks like offering a friend a place to stay when he or she fought with parents or a significant other and needs to get away for a few days.

Hospitality looks like driving someone to the airport at 4am.

Hospitality looks like paying for a friend’s gas when he or she can’t afford it.

Hospitality is more than just having someone over for dinner – it exists both inside and outside the home.

Let’s choose to move from simply being hospitable to making hospitality a way of life. Let it embody who we are, and become an unconscious action. Let it be ingrained in the fibers of our core.

Hospitality Across Borders

I have been blessed to receive hospitality from people all over the world, and it has taught me a lot about what true hospitality looks like. Below are a few examples of international hospitality.

Israeli/Bedouin Hospitality

Israel is a very welcoming country, although the media does not often portray it as such. The Jews are quick to welcome strangers into their home, as it is a Biblical principle to invite nomads and travelers to stay for a meal and some rest. While in Israel, we stayed with a bedouin community, who were quick to offer us food, a tent to sleep inside, showers, and ride on their camels. We then met with one of the bedouins who explained the concept of bedouin hospitality to us.

Italian Hospitality

I was overwhelmed with the hospitality while on a trip to Italy with Fuller Seminary this summer. The shop owners of Orvieto placed a great deal of trust in complete strangers, allowing us to take our coffee and pastries outside, without paying, and then return to pay when we had finished. They trusted we would be honest and tell them what we ordered, not “conveniently” forgetting to pay for a pastry or two. The baristas sometimes came and sat with us at the table, striking up conversation about our day and sharing what they loved about their town. The entire town of Orvieto had the same sense of trust and invitation – I even received a bracelet from a shopkeeper as a thank you for helping her understand the English language. It was completely unexpected and filled with kindness. This is the epitome of hospitality.

Nicaraguan Hospitality

The people of Nicaragua have little that can be physically offered to strangers, as the entire country is living in poverty. Yet when we visited Nicaragua on a missions trip with Amigos for Christ (and to meet the Compassion children we sponsor as a church), the residents would invite us, complete strangers, into their homes for a meal. The Nicaraguan people would kill a fresh chicken and use it to make soup for our group – incredible! During the trip, I was seriously ill, and I received hospitality from Nicaraguan nurses (whom I had never met) who gave me an IV with fluids and checked on me throughout the week. I even received hospitality from fellow church friends who checked on me every hour of the night while I slept to make sure I was okay. The hospitality I experienced in Nicaragua was radical, and I left feeling that I had received more of the love I had expected to show the people of Nicaragua.

Christian hospitality should be radical. So let’s let it embody who we are, leading us to be more like Christ in all that we do.


*This blog was written for Fuller Theological Seminary’s Practices of Community class with Dr. Peter Lim.

Beautiful Scars | Faith

I very vividly remember getting my first tattoo. It was a bitterly cold day in February 2011, my sophomore year of undergrad. I was sitting in bedroom in my on-campus apartment (which I shared with five other ladies), when one of my roommates popped her head inside the door.

“I want to do something reckless before I turn 21,” she said. “Will you get a tattoo with me?”

I had already wanted a tattoo, so I quickly agreed. After deciding what we wanted and discussing how painful it might be (it really wasn’t painful – we were just scared), we (along with another roommate) jumped in the car and headed off to the tattoo parlor.

Did I mention we drove there in the middle of a blizzard?

That was my first tattoo: “love never fails” written on my foot in script, with a small red heart next to it. Although that phrase is from 1 Corinthians 13, I was going through a difficult time in my relationship, and it was a reminder to myself that God’s love is perfect and never fails –  even though human love fails us constantly.

For me, there is an element of redemption in every tattoo. Each prick of the needle is a reminder that I have been permanently impacted by an event in my past, and that event has shaped who I am. I have overcome significant battles and, although I still struggle with the scars they’ve left on my heart and mind, I am better and stronger because of them.

Tattoos are reminders of my victories, permanently embedded on my skin.

They hurt for a fleeting moment, and what’s left is a beautiful scar that takes time to heal. They are carefully bandaged, protected, and softened with moisturizer. Slowly, over time, the old skin flakes off and a new skin is born – this one with a permanent reminder of our victories.

Aren’t we much like tattoos? We were wounded, but others came and helped us heal, protecting us from the elements and reminding us who – and Whose – we are. We end up becoming someone with a new, better, stronger skin – this one with a permanent reminder of what we’ve overcome.

We are beautiful scars, living reminders of the moments that scarred us and the Redeemer that healed the pain.

I think it’s important we don’t forget our struggles. In the moment, it’s hard to see anything but darkness and feel anything but pain. Yet, on the other side of the battle, we emerge victorious and realize just how strong we really are. Pain can grow us if we let it. The challenge is finding the light – grasping onto that flicker of hope amidst the blackest night.

Cling to that hope – the hope and promise that He will redeem your story and make all things new. 

Three of my five tattoos are centered around this idea of redemption. The foot tattoo I already mentioned. I got the sparrow tattoo in the midst of one of my lowest and most broken moments, in the midst of my most broken relationship. The anchor tattoo is a reminder that God is my strength, even when the future is filled with the unknown, with a reference to Proverbs 31:25:

“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.” 

There is something beautiful about seeing how far we’ve come, don’t you think?