my heart lives in so many places, with so many people. but God whispers to me that I really have only one home, and that is with Him. I will never be content on this earth. I will always be a nomad. my heart was created with a desire for a home, a rest, a sanctuary, and that can only be found with Him in Heaven.
— Katie Davis, Kisses from Katie

The Flags, Nicaragua. 

five trips in and this place feels like home more than ever + will forever hold the biggest chunk of my heart.

Atlanta (ish), Georgia.

back in february, my best friend Dara and I sat by the volleyball court in Nicaragua, sharing our hopes and dreams of someday being missionaries. over the course of the week, we both felt the Lord leading us to spend the month of July on mission together. after a ton of closed doors and international plans falling through, we were discouraged but still felt confident that our desires truly were God's plan for us. at the exact same time (we see you Jesus), we both felt extremely convicted about limiting what God wanted to do in our lives to overseas mission work. if we were so passionate about doing ministry in Nicaragua, Haiti, or even Peru, why didn't we have that same longing to share the love of Jesus in our own community? so, after praying a toooon, we decided to commit to serving as much as we could last month, right here in our own backyard. even though it looks different than we initially thought and was more challenging (in some ways) than we initially thought — I was consistently reminded that it literally does not matter whether we are here or a million miles away, He is there and He is working and we are just beyond blessed to see a little glimpse of that.

Port Maria, Jamaica.

life-altering. perspective-shattering. I will forever remember this beautiful country as the place where the Lord took me deeper than ever before.