Home is where the heart is.

If that phrase is true then I guess I have homes all over because pieces of my heart are all over the world. Sometimes it hurts not to be everywhere my heart is but most of the time I feel so blessed to have had the chance to go and see and learn and love.

First, of course, it went with my family. I miss them so much every time I go away.

Then I went to Ireland. Oh the beauty. And the precious kids I got to spend time with. And the family of believers I got to spend time with. (oh and is it ok to mention the amazing ice cream : ))

Then there was that hayfield in Illinois and of course Minnesota. I know those aren't any amazing overseas place but really, they were amazing also.

Haiti. (yeah sorry I didn't have an actual pic in Haiti on my computer and I didn't want to go search for one) That was amazing. The sweat. The bug bites. No really I loved it. But those memory's seem to stick out in my mind sometimes : )

Israel. I walked to roads Jesus and His disciples walked. Need I say more?











Oh Nepal. I know I've been a few places, but really, will I ever go anywhere else so beautiful.
The people are the most welcoming people I've ever met, the mountains are amazing, the food is so delicious. I left I big piece of my heart in that orphanage with my kids.


But those are only the places I've been so far. I'm only 18 I've got a lot of adventures left to go on and a lot more places to see and so many more people to love.


Oh I can't wait...