Time for change...

Nine months ago I upped and moved my life across Europe to live in Kosova, the country that I now call home. I moved to Prishtina, the capital city, and established friendships, routine, a place that felt like home, ministries and a solid church fellowship. Sounds great, right? Well, God had other plans for me, and one month ago I moved again. Yes, that's right. Moved. To the very beautiful Suhareka. Different area. Different home. Different people. Different ministries. Different fellowship. Same God :)

                                                                  This is my street :)

                                                            Hello Suhareka. Hello home.


I feel contented and at peace with this move because I have no doubt that this is where God wants me to be. I had been praying for several months about where specifically in Kosova God wanted me to be serving, and this was prompted by the previous missionaries (John&Katie Witmer)'s news that they would be returning home to America as Katie was pregnant. Truthfully I felt pressured to move as I (admittedly in lacking to trust God) couldn't see a solution other than this to continue the work of the Church in the Suhareka area. And each time I prayed about it God clearly answered my questions with the same answer of "stay where you are. I'm in control". Then two months ago, while talking with Glenn about it, I finally realised that the pressure was coming from myself and that I had to hand it over to God to figure out. And it was only after that when I was praying about the Church in Suhareka that God said "Now you should go. Now is my timing. Now it's time for change". And so here I am. Trusting, and learning to rest in God.

Life here is different. There is a lot less English and a lot more culture to face but who doesn't love a good challenge, right?

Please continue to pray for me as I establish myself in this place. I feel blessed all the while that I get to serve here, and that my God is great, and that I face no challenge alone.

Kosovo Project Camp

At the beginning of June a crazy group of Americans turned up in Kosova for the annual Camp held by Kosovo Project, and this year I joined in. Over the course of three weeks the young people, mostly in their teens, went all out for Jesus and actively loved and befriended the Kosovars participating in camp. It was busy and fun and eye-opening, and I felt continually inspired by the courage and boldness of the American team. We had a lot of fun and I've made friendships that I know will be lasting, and I even learned how to throw and catch a frisbee (well sadly, this statement is only true if you use the word 'catch' loosely). All in all an impact was made, and wether we see the product of that instantly or in years to come, the love of Jesus was shown and hearts were touched. Pray for those who were on the team that as they returned to their daily lives that they would continue to be so on fire for God, and hopefully, return to camp next year. Also pray for the students who attended the camp, that the small number of us who remain in Suhareka would be able to effectively follow up on the work that was done.