Visions of Jesus Painted by the Faith of a Child

My Gift From My Very Talented Friend

Another time that I gained more respect for these people was the night that we were taken to a very popular restaurant that looks out over the whole city. The bottom floor is a small shop that sells products made by Palestinian refugees. I got the pleasure of meeting the sweet woman who started this project and spend some time hearing her heart and her dreams.


As we left I asked if I could pray for her. I told her that regardless of our differing beliefs, I would like to pray a blessing over her before we parted ways. She was very moved that I, a Christian, would want to pray for her since she was Muslim. Before I left she asked if I wouldn't mind praying for a boy who was sitting in the corner of the room practicing his artwork to be sold in the shop. She explained that he has recently been having dreams of this “Jesus” I spoke of.




I spent a precious few minutes with this shy 17 year old Palestinian. I prayed over him and took him firmly by the shoulder and looked directly into his eyes as I told him that the same Jesus that was visiting his dreams was the same Jesus that I have spent my life following. I told him that his dreams contained pure truth and to follow and seek after that truth.


As we parted ways, he gave me a picture of Jesus that he had drawn. His picture portrayed Mary holding Jesus which led me to believe that Catholicism must have crossed his path at some point. I left confident that Jesus is in the process of recklessly pursuing this boy and our encounter was a necessary step in his journey. I know that big things are in store for this boy's life.  

This is the shop owner and boy I met

Not to Worry Your Brother is Here!

Hanging on the Porch

I have been known to use the term “bro” for any new friend I meet, these past 2 weeks however, have taught me what it means for someone to be a brother.

I found a brother in a twenty year old, energetic, joyful Nepali named Sujan who has been my adventure companion since the day we met. He always calls me “Casey sister” and has shown me the meaning of what healthy brother/sister love between two believers should look like.

I was surprised to find out that he’s an orphan and grew up in a children’s home in Kathmandu. I was blown away by his story and how he had come to Christ through the orphanage. I learned that sometimes you don’t realize that Jesus is all you need until he’s all you have.

Some nights we’d sit on the porch with all our friends and I’d listen as he’d strum his guitar and get lost in worship songs that he would create. Sometimes to make me laugh, he would make up songs for me and add my nickname “Mohima” into the lyrics (Mohima is the Nepali word for “glory”).

While God used Sujan in many ways in my life, one aspect of our friendship meant more to me than anything else. He truly took on the brother role by taking care of my needs. I can’t tell you how many times I would hear the phrase, “not to worry, your brother is here” or “ You sit here Casey, your brother will take care of everything.”

I’ll never forget this amazing friend and brother of mine and as we said goodbye for the last time I cried realizing that the next time we meet might not be this side of heaven. Weather we meet again in this life or not I know that where ever I go I have a brother in the Himalayas of Nepal who I’ll never forget.

I Love My Life!!!!

Taking ove epic locations since 1987

NEPAL!!! the land of dreadlock backpackers, hardcore mountain trekkers and yettis!!!! I have never been so excited to get off an airplane in my life although I did have a great conversation with a nonprofit worker from Ghana, Africa along the way.

I was in total sensory overload as I kept darting my head back and forth out the windows trying to take in as much of the city as possible. Even the bushes look more epic here!! We drove past backpacker’s hostels and organic mountain coffee shops as we drove through the narrow cobblestone streets towards our mission’s base.

The next day we took a long and winding bus ride through the foothills of the Himalayas to get to our ministry location in a city called Pokhara. By the way, when I say foothills I mean mountains larger than the Rocky Mountains in America, which goes to show just how huge the Himalayas are around here.

We arrived at a location I am not allowed to disclose do to the political unrest and tensions that still surround Christians here. We arrived to a base camp in the side of a cliff overlooking a huge river. This will be our home for two weeks! Adventure is in the air and Jesus is burning in my heart, can’t wait to see the amazing turn my journey is sure to take!!