Hope in Unexpected Places

The day after I arrived in Costa Rica, once again I packed a bag and headed East. For the next five days, we would be building a new home for a family whose house had been burned down. When we arrived they were living in a tin house which continually flooded. Vivian, her daughter, and…

When Crisis Calls

Families separated, homes destroyed, clothes torn. The colors of war stained the lives of each child, woman, and man. We sat on the cold floor of a ragged white tent among the hundreds as we listened to the story of a Syrian refugee mother. β€œI don’t want a fancy house or money. All I want…

Shifting Sails

Last Saturday, as I sipped my sweetened coffee in the soft sunlight, I reflected on my time here in Costa Rica. I came upon the realization that this season has been one of preparation. In January of this year, I returned to YWAM San Jose with the four-month plan of simply giving back to those…

Faces of the Clock

Time, Promises to come Promises to pass Never too late Never too early.   In it you know not what will be birthed, and what shall breath its last. It has a quality of predictability in the certainty of bringing about countless changes. Yet, its mysteries lie in what each transition holds.   It carries…