I just want to be the force of positivity and happiness that people love to be around, but I feel like the downbuzz. I feel more like a Dwight than a Jim and it’s really starting to bother me.

If I can take the time to understand why things work a certain way here in Budapest, and if I can be open to seeing the good in it, perhaps I will settle in more wholesomely.

Not gonna lie it’s been hard. Which serves me right, because I was warned multiple times not to underestimate how difficult it was going to be.

At this moment, the decision to lift my eyes from my reading resulted in the feelings of goodbye and departure starting to bubble up inside.

Somehow, we Christians have fewer gods than the Hindus but more ways of dividing ourselves as followers. Typical.

Unsettling is hard. But I promise you it will be the best thing you ever do.

Sometimes, when I’m sharing my story of how God is calling me to overseas missions, some of my friends start to feel ‘lesser-than’ or beneath me because they still have regular vocations, and that’s simply not true.

I can honestly say I don’t think there have been a lot of people as pessimistic about this course as I was when I first drove in over those gigantic Eastwest signature speed bumps.

The lack of clarity around Goodbye protocol could make one cry out for the strict regimented structure of olden-day England, and as a woman, that’s saying something.

We can be guilty of letting honour and opinion become more important than the actual truth of the calling.

It’s really easy to think that because Europe has Christian heritage and history, they no longer require missionaries to work there.

I don’t often let myself get bored, but when I do, there seem to be extreme consequences.

Maybe distraction is the modern-day good person’s crack cocaine.

The sooner we acknowledge the bothness in us all, the sooner we can move towards real peace, both inwardly and outwardly.

Sometimes I feel like an absolute failure. And missionaries aren’t really supposed to be the failing type.

When trying to find a good book to read, I think about what my life might be lacking at the time, and I try fill that gap. And lately, the gap has been spiritual growth.

It’s been a rough season. And it didn’t take long for the cracks to start showing.

This weekend became our No Going Back Now moment.

I find myself making better life choices when I’m in the audio binge phase.

Hint: We’re all jaded, frumpy, irrelevant Bible bashers.