Maybe it's the family in South Africa who admitted they were on their way to kill themselves when they decided to come to church instead – and met Jesus there.
Maybe it's my Nicaraguan friend Antonieta's tears as she shared how a little boy's prayers were answered when his papa finally agreed to go to their church after our team visited his home & prayed for him.
Maybe it's the sum of all the little ways throughout the year that God has shown his goodness to me – the evidences of grace in my own life and the lives around me.
I flew 23,718 miles in 2013, sleeping in 17 beds & 1 hammock.
I discipled 20 missionary students and helped train 7 staff.
I explored 3 volcanoes, saw 2 oceans, climbed 1 mountain.
I drank 547+ cups of coffee and cuddled 2 baby nieces.
And when I look ahead to 2014, I hear the One it's all about whisper: