SUNDAY MORNING IN SANTO DOMINGO

I attend like 4 different churches at home; I'm probably the only nondenominational, reformed-presbyterian, southern baptist you'll ever meet. So that being said, throwing a little spanish into the mix didn't mess up a thing. Besides understanding the entire service and everyone around me, but you know. Mere details!

KEEP READING FOR MORE OF OUR VERY SPANISH SUNDAY...


Borderless


We serve a God who has no borders,
a God whose love is not limited by language, 

and a God who relentlessly pursues a relationship with each soul on Earth.
I have traveled quite a lot, but this was the first trip where I had a purpose beyond taking instagram photos and trying new pastries. And even though I ended up with both of those, it was incredibly rewarding to be a part of the global church and share the love of Christ with others.

I nearly backed out of this trip 100 times. First of all, I had to leave my house at 3:30 am, which is a pretty ungodly hour for a mission trip, if you ask me. And then weird friendship dynamics had left me feeling less than enthusiastic. But as usual, all things worked together for good...and for God's glory! My roommates (which you may recognize!) were wonderful, the circumstances and experiences softened my heart and gave me a fresh perspective. And I also fell in love with Tostone, a really hot guy who also, occasionally, goes by fried plantains.

THERE IS POWER IN THE NAME OF JESUS.
And that power is evident in my life here and also in our work in the Dominican. I'm so thankful to have had the opportunity to experience that power in a whole new way. So grateful that His name can break every chain...

....and also that America has amoeba free water. More posts and a whole lot of Tostones to come!
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My mission trip moment

You guys, I finally have it.

That quintessential white-girl-holding-an-african child-, emotion evoking, heart wrenching, Jesus proclaiming photo. 

Only I prefer the term slightly-semi-tan, and the child wasn't African and the photo was taken three seconds before said not african child burst into tears.

 (So I guess it was emotion evoking after all)

It was such a letdown, my mission trip moment! Here I was, serving the Lord in a poor, remote village, miles away from civilization and working restrooms and this child just didn't have the decency to cooperate. Didn't she know what was at stake? How would anyone on Facebook know I gave up everything for a week to serve Jesus if I didn't post a photo of me holding a sweet little black baby?

 Apparently Dominican babies are not trained to make sure that semi-tan short term missionaries feel useful in the kingdom of God.

As I handed the uncooperative child back to her mother, I realized how stupid it all was, myself included. I don't know at what point stock photos of missionaries holding babies became the pinnacle of missionary greatness and successful sharing of the gospel, but that's what I had in my head. Because the only way to share the gospel is to hold children, right?

Serving the lord is different for everyone. And I know, we've heard that a million times in stuffy Sunday morning services, but it's true. Being a true missionary, whose sole purpose is to share the eternal Gospel of Christ, is not exactly. There is no "hold and african baby and smile" formula for spreading the good news. Some are called to build churches and some to pastor them, others to lead worship and others to clean up after church.

And some of us are not called to hold african babies, it turns out.


I held this child for three seconds and learned thirty million things about my faith, my savior and my mission here on earth.

And so we wonder, who is the actual missionary here?
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The sixth summer


SAYONARA SENIOR YEAR from Kryn Nick on Vimeo.

Sometimes, I just really love my blog.

Which is funny because I've mentioned my blog to a total of 3.4 people and whenever my mother even hints about in conversation with others my first instinct it to scream, run away and then live as a recluse in the mountains. (But you know, mountains that are within walking distance of Starbucks.)

Anyhow, the other day I started recording some videos, never intending them to end up on the internet (but then again, isn't that how all things start out?) and it was all downhill from there. And in the process of filming, editing and uploading this video I stumbled across my forgotten vimeo account that had been resting in peace all this time. Having been buried under buzzfeed articles and contour tutorials, it proved to be a casket for a lot of surprising gems. And if preserving embarrassing memories for the sake of posterity, future boyfriends and laughters sake isn't the sole purpose of my life, I have no idea what is.

So anyway, I love my blog. Why? Because there's a lot here. A lot of typos and a lot of poorly composed photos and headache inducing graphics but yeah, it's my life. And all things considered, I like my life.

That being said, I'm still not opposed to switching lives with Taylor Swift! If she's down for being about 3 feet shorter than we're good to go.


Just like every year, there's a list to interrupt the lull of sleepy summer days and keep me motivated and moving forward. Because nothing says reaching your life goals like henna and sunrises on the beach, right?
"IT WAS ONLY A SUNNY SMILE, AND A LITTLE COST IN THE GIVING, 
BUT LIKE MORNING LIGHT IT SCATTERED THE NIGHT 
AND MADE THE DAY WORTH LIVING."
.Here's to fresh tan lines, salty hair and all that jazz.

(and here is a blast from the past, in case you are curious or bored)
2012
2013
2014
2015