Wrapping Up Summer 2015

Camp Grace, Relating Publicly, Travel

I can hardly believe that over two weeks ago we said goodbye to our last campers at Camp Grace New York. I had a great month helping to serve nearly 100 kids on 150 acres overlooking the Hudson Valley. The property and view were amazing, and the staff and kids there were even more incredible


Many of the kids we served in New York were from Operation Exodus and had been to camp before. I love watching returning campers because they are so excited about coming back. It is obviously one of their favorite weeks of the year. We were also able to serve a new ministry partner called Born Again Disciples. I also love to see new campers experience camp for the first time. The two weeks of camp were full and exciting.


As much as I enjoyed doing camp again, it was not always smooth sailing. I was absolutely exhausted from eight weeks of camp in Georgia and even got sick for a short period. The Lord definitely taught me about leaning on Him and pushed me to really die to self during exhaustion and weakness in order to serve. It was challenging, but seeing the fruit of everyone’s hard work was worth each second I struggled. Praise God for growing me in every circumstance!


We saw 27 first time salvations within two weeks! The majority of the 100 campers who attended accepted Christ last year and experienced more spiritual growth during camp this year. Seeing the joy and knowledge gained within just six days was incredibly rewarding.


I was also fortunate to visit NYC three times during my stay. I had not been in four years, so I enjoyed walking around and seeing new parts of the city I never experienced. Several of the staff had never been to the city, so I had a lot of fun being able to share their first experience with them.

Spending time in the city and working with summer staff who are from the area really helped me realize how much camp is needed for the kids. So many of them need to get out of the city to have a change of setting and a gain new perspective. They face many temptations and hard circumstances in such an overwhelming, busy setting, and having a place to escape to and grow in is huge for them.


Roadtripping up with my #MediaTeam was a blast, and the boys did an incredible job capturing camp in just two weeks. You should definitely check out the CGNY Facebook and watch the video at the bottom to see some of their hard work! I’m so thankful for them.


Since my return almost two weeks ago, I have been easing into my duties for the off-season while also recovering from the 14 weeks of summer camp hours. I still have a lot of support raising to do on top of my fundraising, social media and design duties. If you would like to join my support team, click HERE. I could not be a part of this ministry without you!

Thank you for your prayers and support! I am so excited to see what God does next at camp.


(Long Overdue) Greece Update

God, Travel

Where do I even begin? Greece was more than I ever hoped and dreamed. Sounds cheesy, but it was the highlight of my life thus far.



I guess I’ll start at the very beginning. I left on a bus to Atlanta on a Friday night, and I still hadn’t grasped the fact that I was about to fly overseas for a week. Truthfully, the week before was very rough. Projects, midterms and work left me no time to prepare myself for the trip ahead. Of course we had attended meetings, watched videos and fundraised, but I don’t think I could have ever been fully prepared for my first out of the country mission trip. However, I was overwhelmingly exhausted from the week before, and was worried that the exhaustion would carry over, in addition to the jetlag of a 7 hour time difference. It was also my first time flying. Luckily, I have always and forever wanted to fly (see bucket list) and pretty much loved it, despite the fact a young child cried behind me most of the night. We had a short layover in London, where I bought a post card and talked to a British man about Starbucks. SN: British Starbucks tastes the same as American Starbucks. Just as we were boarding our flight to Athens, we saw that Flight 370 had just gone missing and presumably had crashed. Unsettling, but I was honestly too excited to worry very much about my own safety. If God wanted us to get to Greece, it would happen. I’m very glad it did.

Flying over Europe was a beautiful experience within itself. Seeing the Alps from above was a act of worship for me, and was very peaceful yet overwhelming. I had never seen anything so magnificent before, and it was the first time I truly realized the vastness of God’s creation. The whole earth declares His glory.

The Alps

The Alps

We got though the airport in Athens and got on a huge charter bus. We all met Alex for the first time, who is on of the primary missionaries we worked with. Alex is a native of Greece, but spoke excellent English. In fact, most Greeks speak fairly fluent English, as they have practiced it for years in school. We got to our hotel, which was very different from American hotels. It was four stories with a roof, and each room was very small and fit one or two beds. Some rooms had bathrooms inside, but Brittany, my roommate, and I had to use a community bath. It reminded me a little of dorm living, except most of the showers were freezing and we couldn’t throw away toilet paper.

View from the roof of our hotel

View from the roof of our hotel

After all forty of us got into our rooms, we went to dinner in First Evangelical Church’s fellowship hall. The church was the larger evangelical church that we worked with throughout the week. It was very nice, but what probably shocked us most of all was the food. Members of the church prepared a greek feast for us complete with olives, feta, tomatoes, pita, tzatziki sauce and meat. Plus homemade cheesecake that blew my mind. We ate similar meals most nights, and we probably all gained weight, but I regret nothing because no Mediterranean dish in the US will ever compare to the food those precious greek women prepared for us. IMG_5267

The next day was Sunday, and all of the UGA students went to church at First Evangelical. Many of the hymns we sang were also hymns used in America that we sang in English while the naives sang in Greek. This was one of the most amazing parts of the trip to me, as we were all singing the same hymns, in different languages, side by side. Talk about worship. Giotis, the minister of the church, delivered a message (in Greek) about love. He spoke about God’s love and how that should impact us. He read from Romans 8:4-15 and Ephesians 4:25-32, and we could tell from his energy and words how important the Gospel is to him, and how he has a gift to share it. We were given headsets, through which we listened to the sermon in English by a live translator. He had studied at Oxford and spoke as if was a 19th century English bureaucrat. He was also excellent at translating, so we thoroughly enjoyed listening to him relay the message to us. We had a free afternoon, so we made plans to go to the Acropolis. We all explored the beautiful structure and marveled at the effort that must have gone into building so much with so little technology. The top of the Acropolis was so windy that we were having trouble walking. After the Acropolis, we continued to explore the city on our own, and I had my very first authentic gyro. I still crave them all the time. We visited the Acropolis Museum, where housed many old statues and other carvings from the area.

Climbing to the Acropolis

Climbing to the Acropolis

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Athens from the top

Athens from the top

Sunday evening, we held a special service at First Evangelical that was half Greek, half English. My campus minster spoke and one of the missionaries translated. We also sang some songs in English and some in Greek, and some of our students led worship during the English songs. Afterwards, we were served an amazing meal once again. This time, some of the college-aged church members ate with us. This is when I met Iris, my ‘Greek Sister.’ Iris would become my closest Greek friend, and my biggest encouragement on the trip. Iris is a remarkable person from every aspect. However, the most amazing thing I noticed about her was how strong she is in her faith, although she doesn’t have many Christian friends and is surrounded by Atheists and  Anarchists. She is extremely wise and still encourages me, although we are oceans apart.

I’m sure everybody reading this is beginning to doubt we even went on a mission trip. While we had fun throughout week, Monday we began serving in various ways. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday we split up into four groups. Each group went to a different college. Unlike America, college campuses in Greece are separated by concentration. Essentially, there are no core classes, and the students have to take a test to get into their college of choice. My smaller group went to the law school, where students studied law, politics, economics, etc. Within each group, we split up into pairs to approach students and conduct surveys. The survey was given to us by the church, and asked questions about the student’s views on religion, the Greek Orthodox church, and God. The surveys were to be used as a conversation starters so we might get to know the students and build relationships. We were encouraged to invite students to a casual party that would be held at the church in Exarcheia Friday night. Luckily, most of the students are fluent in English, so we didn’t really need to worry about a language barrier.

View from within the law school

View from within the law school

Our group was forewarned that the law students would probably be the most difficult to reach. Many of them are political extremists, and most had turned away from the church and depended on logic for their beliefs. The first day was the hard for us. I think we were all shocked by the campus alone. Police are not allowed to step onto college campuses because of recent unrest, so almost every surface is covered in graffiti and political posters. Students run tables with posters about political events or views. To top it all off, the school had so many administrative issues earlier in the year that it had to postpone the beginning of the school year and many staff members were fired. The students took over what used to be a cafe, and had covered the walls with news articles, pictures and more graffiti. The appearance was fairly chaotic, but the students went to class and hung out, just like Americans. I was partnered with my friend Caleb, and we had a rough first day. We practically had to corner the few people we talked to, and none of them were interested in continuing the conversation at the end of the survey. It was awkward, and nobody we spoke to had any interest in religion. Most of the pairs in our group struggled the first day as well. We all had to remember that our goal wasn’t to save the souls of the students, but to show God’s love and to build relationships that would be encouraging to them. We met back at First Evangelical, grabbed gyros, and split up again. Most of us went to the church plant in Exarcheia, which is where I worked for much of the week. We were assigned jobs, and I worked with few others to clean out the basement. Before I go any further, I’ll clarify that this church used to be a house. It has a kitchen, an upstairs, a bedroom, a basement, and an open roof common area. The previous owners basically just threw all of their stuff in the basement, so we took all of the items upstairs, sorted through it, cleaned the basement, and reorganized everything. I should also clarify that the basement was very tiny, and the amount of things that came out and went back in was shocking. In the meantime, other people cleaned and did maintenance work.

Inside of the Church in Exarcheia

Inside of the Church in Exarcheia

Before the second day began, I had to really come to terms with the fact that I was not going to save all of the law students. I was forced to remember that I was there for God to work through me, not for me to look good. Pride is so hard to set aside. I prayed that God would use me and that He give me wisdom as I interacted with the students. God is good and hears prayers, and the next morning at the law school was much better. We spoke the entire time with a group of first year girls who wanted to know everything about America. We even talked a little about church. One girl said she was religious, and went to church on holidays and prayed regularly. The others were not very interested, but confided that they believed in a higher power. I was able to share a little bit of what I believe, which was encouraging to me although it wasn’t a life changing moment for them. The only way these students would could ever understand that faith isn’t confined to the doctrine of the Greek Orthodox church through is Jesus, not me.

That afternoon, one of the missionaries took us to eat at a “very authentic Greek restaurant” where I had an amazing eggplant, marinara and cheese dish. Once again, we ate very well. I then spent the rest of the day working in the church in Exarcheia.

After visiting the law school on Wednesday, I volunteered to go to Glyfada to do a few surveys for a church plant. Glyfada is one of the richest areas around Athens, and it was very different from Exarcheia. Novelty stores lined the clean streets where people walked around in very nice clothes. The purpose of conducting street surveys was mostly to provide information for the church plant. We gathered a lot of opinions about what the natives wanted to change about Glyfada and I was shocked at some of the answers. People suggested a motorcycle lane to help traffic, more reading clubs and better sidewalks. I couldn’t help but think about the poverty and unrest that filled the city just a few miles away. Throughout the afternoon, something the Glyfada missionary told us on the metro stuck with me. When asked about starting a church in this area, he responded, “rich people need Jesus too.” Such a simple and truthful concept, and yet I forget this all too often. However, I will never forget seeing those words lived out in Glyfada.



After giving surveys for a while, we were able to stop by the beach in time for the sunset, as Glyfada is located on the shore of the Aegean sea. The water was beautiful and clear, and there were a lot of rocks around the beach. Once again, I was struck by the absolute beauty of creation. After the sunset, we took the metro back to Exarcheia for a meal.

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Thursday was the day we went to Corinth, and we were all very excited to visit where Paul lived hundreds of years ago. Our tour guide, Bola, was a member of First Evangelical, and also one of the most knowledgeable people about Paul that I have ever met. She taught us a lot about ancient Greece on our road trip, which was about an hour and half bus ride. We stopped to explore the Gulf of Corinth, and the drove to a huge, gorgeous field of yellow flowers. In the field, we visited a large inscription with the name of Erastus who was treasurer of Corinth around 51 AD. Erastus is mentioned by Paul in Romans 16:23, 2 Timothy 4:20 and Acts 19:22. It was phenomenal to see physical proof a person from biblical times.

Erastus' Inscription

Erastus’ Inscription

IMG_2071 We climbed up a hill and walked through the Archaeological Museum of Ancient Corinth, where we saw statues, pottery, and mosaics. Everything within the museum was amazingly intricate and beautiful. We then begin to walk through the ruins. We explored the town square, and were able to climb the bema, or judgement seat, in the middle of the square where Paul was tried for opposing the law with his beliefs (Acts 18). IMG_2077 After lunch, we drove up a huge hill to explore the Temple of Aphrodite, aka the Acrocorinth. We explored the ruins of the castle structure, and we had an amazing view of Corinth and the gulf. Once again, we marveled at the effort it must have taken to build such an amazing structure on such a high place. We also marveled at the beauty and vastness of God’s creation from such a new view point. The blue water, the green grass and the yellow flowers all combined to make a beautiful scene. It felt like we were standing on the top of Greece.

Corinth from the top

Corinth from the top

IMG_2108 IMG_2161 IMG_2136 IMG_2165 On Friday, some students went back to the schools to survey, but I volunteered to go to Exarcheia to help prepare for the party that the church would host that night. In the afternoon, we all went to Mars Hill to clean up trash from the rock. Mars Hill is a famous landmark where Paul spoke to the people in Acts 17, and once again we were excited to stand where Paul stood. In addition to being a tourist attraction, the hill is also a hang out spot at night for locals. Consequently, cigarette butts and broken glass from bottles were everywhere, and there was still a a good bit of trash even after an hour of cleaning. After we finished, one of the missionaries read Acts 17 to us, which was awesome to experience. Listening to the words reminded me that God is at work in Greece, just as he has been for thousands of years.

Acts 17 on Mars Hill

Acts 17 on Mars Hill

That night, we were all a little nervous that nobody would come to the party, as many of us struggled to build relationships throughout the week. We were all trusting that God had a great plan, regardless of how many people showed. However, we were very thankful when small crowd of college students began coming through the door.

Outside of the church doors in Exarcheia

Outside of the church doors in Exarcheia

I’m not exaggerating when I say I had more fun that night than I ever have during a party. It was a big, loud multicultural gathering. We attempted to learn a couple of traditional Greek dances. I and a few friends decided to teach some of our new friends some popular American dances. None of us really got the moves to the new dances, but just learning and having fun with the students was phenomenal. The night was a little sad as well. All of the UGA students knew we were going to have to leave the next morning, but I was most sad about leaving Iris. We said our goodbyes on the sidewalk in Exarcheia, and I have to believe we will meet again some day. Our leaders had to practically drag us from the party sometime after midnight. We left our hotel around 5:30 the next morning to catch our flight. We were all very sad and tired, but being able to see the sunrise over Athens was a beautiful sight to behold.

Greece from above

Greece from above

I absolutely would love to return to Greece as soon as possible. If you are reading this and supported me with prayers or money, I can never thank you enough for helping me throughout this incredible opportunity. I was immensely encouraged on this trip because I was reminded yet again that God is always at work doing big things, even when I can’t see it. Please continue to pray for the churches and people in Greece, as there is much distress and unrest. Pray that God will continue to use those churches and missionaries to reach the hundreds of broken people around them.

Island Life 2013.


As promised, I decided to take a getting-ready-for-school break to post some beach pictures!


I’ve been vacationing at Saint Simon’s Island since I was an infant. It is my first beach love. I’ve been almost every year, so this beach is has become a central part of my summer. It’s relatively close to home, and is very peaceful compared to many of the gulf beaches I’ve visited.



We have several traditions that are crucial for a successful King vacation. One is to make a “Dribble Castle,” aka, a sand castle heavily decorated by dribbling wet sand.

An ariel shot of this year's castle, complete with a moat.

An ariel shot of this year’s castle, complete with a moat.

Another tradition is to visit Barbra Jean’s for some insane seafood. I’ve actually have had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Barbra Jean herself, since she started her chain of four on SSI, and enjoys hanging around the original restaurant. Barbra Jean is pretty neat, and she is an incredible cook. Her crab cakes are famous and they are one of the most delicious dishes I’ve ever had.

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Barbra Jean’s

Pictured top left is pumpkin bread (my family’s favorite) and jalapeno cornbread. Top right is she-crab soup, which is deliciously creamy and spicy. Below is the famous crab cake (cue singing angels) with a side of squash casserole.  Needless to say, this year’s meal at Barbra Jean’s was phenomenal as usual.


Although I’m sad that beach time is over for a while, I’m very ready to move into my newly-rented house in ATH, and I’m even a little excited about starting new classes. Coming soon: a very grown-up update from my new place of residency!

Sunset in Paradise

Sunset in Paradise




Spring break basically saved my life. The two weeks before break were full of tests, readings and a project. Luckily, I emerged with all As and a B. However, I needed a break. Desperately.

I went to Orange Beach with two of of my closest friends. The beach was gorgeous. It was windy and the water was too cold to swim in, but just being able to be on the beach for a few days was amazing (I’ve included pictures). I also was able to relax at home for a couple of days and got to visit family and friends. I haven’t been so rested in months.

This year, I’ve learned much about rest and peace, mostly through working too hard and then being forced to relax. Now I need to work on finding a better balance between work and rest, but that will come in time.

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

– Matthew 11:28 – 30

– K



Tonight I was uploading pictures like I do at least once a week. Then a realization dawned on me. How many pictures have I taken?

If somebody told me I had taken over 1,000,000 pictures in my life, I wouldn’t be surprised. I know I’ve taken at least that many, because about eight or nine out of every ten pictures I delete.

If I’m not mistaken, I have Over 1500 pictures on facebook alone. Probably closer to 2000 (thank God they don’t have an upload limit).

Pictures can be forever, especially if they are uploaded onto the Internet. I forget how powerful they are. After all, there have been periods in my life where I have taken/kept over 100 pictures a day. If something is so numerous, so trivial, and only takes a second to gain, then I see why they can seem so unimportant.
However, what would my life be without my pictures? Nothing. With the exception of the memories of my acquaintances, my various blogs and the occasional home video, my life would be undocumented. I’ve taken countless pictures. Things that I have found pretty or interesting, people who are beautiful and are close to me, and major and minor life evens have all been captured through my lens.

My pictures are truly my in-depth journal. I haven’t really thought about them in that respect until now.

Pictures document the lives of many people. So many keep old photo albums and upload hundreds of photos to the Internet to share (I’ve done both). Photography is a gift that I and many others have taken for granted.

A few days ago marked the year and a half anniversary of me and my Canon, Josey. Josey was purchased by the means of many hours of babysitting and some Christmas money. She was honestly one of the best purchases I’ve ever made (ranking among my Chacos, iPhone and Mac) and I use her all the time. I’m so thankful I was able to buy my camera, without her I wouldn’t have gotten involved with my magazine or landed my internship. It’s amazing where a simple machine can take you.

I’ve been wondering, should I pursue a career involving photography? It’s what I love to do, so I won’t completely dismiss the idea just yet…

Speaking of which, here are some pictures from my SSI trip I took with Dad:

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I feel as if as if the last couple days can be best shown in pictures:

First, I made some muffins in the dorm. Yes, I stole milk from a dining hall, using a tervis. Risky, I know.

They turned out pretty well

Now I'm slaving over french...

..but at least I have my all time favorite show: SVU.

I’ll be cooking a lot over the next few days, so get ready for recipes!