alyssa farrell

This past year, we felt dangerously out of control. Not like roller coaster feelings of exhilaration: Tightly gripping the seat for a...

Imagine the zigzagging line on a heart rate monitor, zipping up and down like lighting. This jagged course looks like a rugged...

Tattoos. Most people tell me it would be hard to find something to physically express on their bodies the rest of their lives. They are...

“How are we going to do this?” I asked Autumn. We only had sixty dollars to cover a week of meals for the ten girls we lived with. In...

The floor was not clean. Stretching my legs on the tile, I glanced up again at the screen above the check-in desk. My plane would start...

Two tables are pulled together, chairs pushed around. Room for everyone. Some faces are light with expectation, elbows on the table,...

It all comes back to fear. That's what I've been noticing, realizing. My struggles, insecurities, decisions—all are grown out of fear. To...

Father, I just want to tell You all the things on my mind. Because I’ve been in my head excessively—it’s oppressing me and causing...

I’ve thought about You. Thought about what life would be like without You. Could I close my eyes and imagine? Or could I hold my breath...

When I walked into the nursing home that’s just a three-minute-walk from campus, a game of Bingo was about to start. Visiting the people...

The wind whipped through my long hair as I sat on a little speed boat, sailing back to Fiji’s main island, Suva, after a beautiful day of...

I went on a mission trip. I got on a plane, my passport was stamped, and I stepped foot on an island called Fiji. I wanted to expand my...

"[L]et us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth” (1 John 3:18). When it comes to being straightforward about showing love,...

My heart was pounding as my bus pulled over to the side of the road. I had never witnessed to people on the streets before. But here I...

Sometimes, I can’t fall asleep at night. When I pray for rest, but all my body feels is tight from the strain of not meeting exhausting...

There is a part of me that is incomplete. I can feel it within me. Somehow I keep coming back to it through self-evaluation. That inner...