Following God into the unknown – I happen to think this is pretty much the definition of adventure. If you read Wild & Adventurous (Part 1) then you’ll know about how God challenged me to be adventurous and go on a mission to rural Botswana. I’d like to share a story from the mission about following His voice. Brace yourself as this might take a while.
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But first; let me give you some background information.

​A while ago someone asked me if I’m “adventurous”. On hearing the word I immediately pictured myself jumping off a cliff or out of an airplane. Adrenaline chasing has never been one of my hobbies, so I assumed I couldn’t really be described as an “adventurer.”

​But does adventure only have to do with jumping off cliffs or is there more to it? Somehow the thought of not being adventurous made me seem so boring. Was I boring??

This is one of the few articles where I simply want to share a story from my life. I hope that it will inspire you as it has inspired me.

Sunday, 24th of February 2019 I ran my very first half marathon. This, my friends, is a testimony of God’s goodness. It’s not your typical running testimony where I miraculously got healed from some or other injury. It is about how faithful God is to manifest Himself in different seasons of our lives.
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I’ve always been the arty girl who doesn’t do sports. I never thought God would teach me a lesson through RUNNING– but He did.

This article was written by a good friend of mine. She shares her unique, teenage perspective on what it means to love both yourself and others. Her story reminds us that we are loved and because of that we can love others. 

​​Last week I (guest blogger) realized that the way I see myself deeply affects the way I love. True and Godly love starts within yourself (Mark 12:31) – seeing yourself as God sees you. The point of love is not being easy and comfortable. Love is not about you – but that is where it starts!

​​This morning I watched a woman die. She had been stabbed. I was the one who found her. In fact, I heard her screaming just before. A few moments later I was sitting beside her when she gave her last breath.

The journey I’m on

A few weeks ago I asked God what we were journeying on. It didn’t feel like there was anything He was currently teaching me. That Friday a friend and I were planning to go to a worship night at our church. Due to an accident causing really bad traffic, we were more than an half an hour late.  I didn’t see the point in going anymore; thankfully he was a little bit more determined.