After five airports,

over 26 hours of no sleep,

and some really awesome people holding a full flight out of JFK airport to South Africa for 20 minutes for me (talk about embarrassing)…

I finally made it back to Swaziland!

(I would write about my crazy airport experience but I don’t think words on a screen would do it justice, hahh!)

For the past few weeks I’ve been getting back in the swing of things,

(which I promise I will write about soon).

I seriously couldn’t be happier to be back.

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU to all the people who came to the events that I got to speak at!

The response from you guys while I was in the States was overwhelming.

I can’t thank ya’ll enough for supporting me.

Whether it was buying a bracelet or just praying over me,

I am so thankful for you.

While I was in the States it was brought to my attention that I have an average problem.

I’m an average singer

an average dancer

an average artist

an average writer

an average speaker

I look average

I’m an average pianist

… the list probably goes on.

It was really hard for me, as an average 18 year old,

to get up and speak about international work in front of people who are much older and wiser than me.

(not that being a fantastic dancer would qualify me to speak in front of lots of people about international work, but you get the point…

I feel average)

The more and more I prayed about what to say to these people and how to say it without sounding like a know-it-all or show off…

the more I really just didn’t want to say anything at all,

I really am unqualified.

This emotional confusion snowballed quickly and left me crying into my journal,

I had hit a wall,

a breaking point.

In my desperation and confusion with Christ,

He taught me one of the most important lessons of my life.

God uses average people. 

In fact, being average is kind of the point.

I was an emotional wreck because everyone was asking for me to talk about me. 

I was freaking out because I have literally nothing ground-breaking and moving to say about myself.

But I was missing the point…

The only reason I could get up in front of people to speak is because I am average.

The only thing that is even remotely interesting about me is that I’m an average teenager serving an extraordinary God.

I realized that I no longer had to talk about myself, but I got to speak about the most amazing thing that ever happened to me…

Jesus Christ. 

After this realization it was soooo easy to begin to figure out what I would be sharing with people.

I shared lots of crazy stories about how God showed up in my averageness

(if that’s a word)

and continually was faithful to me,

even in a hut. (:

I was stoked to be able to share with people how God used (and continues to use) this average teenager.

I know I’m not the only one who feels average!

And the good news is that we are not damned to a life of the ordinary,

but just the opposite.

If God can send me to the other side of the planet,

I know he can (and will) do the same, and more, through other average-feeling people like me,

all we are asked to do is follow.

To The Ends of The Earth