Legacy– a prominent theme during these past few weeks. My wonderful, God-fearing Papa passed away a week ago, and the Memorial Service was evidence of the legacy he left. He made an intentional decision when he returned from the Vietnam War to pursue God, study the Word, and be an example to his children. His decision has, and will continue to affect, generations to come.

I’m currently sitting in the Frankfurt Airport weighing the fact that 34 years ago, my mother was arriving in this very airport to begin her missionary term in Germany. What a legacy SHE has left on my life. If it weren’t for her character and obedience so many years ago, I wouldn’t have the confidence and faith to pursue what God has called me to do in Barcelona.

We truly do not understand the full affects we have on this world. Our perception is often skewed by lies from the Enemy and lack of awareness. I recently spoke with a friend about what it will be like in heaven. Will we see the full affect of every action we have taken and work spoken? Will an intricate timeline unfold before us to reveal every person we helped draw closer to Christ’s presence? Proverbs 18: 21 says that “death and life are in the power of the tongue”. If we truly consider the weight of this verse, we would be very careful with our words and actions. We are either choosing to bring life to those around us, or choosing to bring death. I pray God reveals to us a greater revelation of the affects of our interactions with those around us.

Mögen wir immer mit Vorsicht zu sprechen. Auf Wiedersehen.

Frankfurt plane

20/20 Vision

In order to be fully funded in Spain, I only need to find:

  • 20 more monthly supporters at $10
  • 20 more monthly supporters at $25

That’s exactly why I am starting the 20/20 Vision campaign, which is an effort to find my final 30 partners during my last 20 days in America. Would you consider becoming one of these partners? I would appreciate your help in this effort to share the Gospel to Spain!

To partner with me, go to s1.ag.org/audrey (then select Setup Recurring Gift to initiate monthly support, or Give Now to make a single contribution).



When I first accepted to be a missionary for 2 years in Barcelona, God laid on my heart an idea for an event. Community is essential for walking in a relationship with Jesus– we are the Body of Christ. So what if I brought my friends and family together via art, music, and coffee, and speak to them about what God is doing in Spain? This would be a chance to not only rally their support, but allow God to speak to them as well through conversations and worship. Thus, came “Comunidad”.

Here are a few thoughts from la Biblia about Christ’s community. Community is a group that:

Most Spaniards have no idea what true, Christ-centered community looks like. Less than 1% of Spaniards are even evangelical Christians! At the International Church of Barcelona, we place extreme value on community in order to grow together as well as draw unbelievers in. If we begin to LOOK like the Body of Christ as God intended, we will draw unbelievers in. Jesus said, “By this ALL will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.” John 13:35



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286xKailyn Taylor’s painting, purchased by Ivy Byram:
10390032_10207217741186654_2199759352368129745_n - CopyAnne Ashton’s painting, purchased by Ulrike Essex:
11018093_10153367314380758_3450281653629810788_nI would like to honor the Missions Place for hosting this event at their amazing venue. Missions Place is about you — connecting you to what God is doing across the globe.

Special thanks to Emily Vescovi, Chad Harrison, Vivian Wells, Eric Rodriguez, Patrick Boyter, Kailyn Taylor, and Anne Ashton for performing or painting during the event.

Wasn’t that coffee delicious? David Hayes & Dustin Sandoval have cultivated a unique, brilliant coffee business. Learn more about their story and how you can book them at your event on their website: yourcoffeeexperience.com

Proverbs 16:3

I’ve been so excited to start the process of preparing for Spain, and I feel so encouraged by all of my friends and family, and even STRANGERS that have been praying for me! I’m already seeing God’s provision through all of your support. Here is an update on where I am at with financial partnership:

February Update Graph

Thank you to everyone who has given so far, and those who are praying about being a financial partner! I’m so excited for what God is doing in Barcelona, and that He’s bringing me into it. I would love to talk to you more about it over coffee or lunch!

“If you entrust all you do to Adonai [Master], your plans will achieve success.”

Proverbs 16:3

Inexplicable Knowledge

“Despite the obstacles, I felt a surprising level of comfort living in Uganda most of the time. I felt I was born to be there, and in many ways, living there seemed more natural than living in my native country. I had the unexplainable feeling, a settled knowing, that I was where I was made to be. I knew deep in my soul that I was home.” -Katie Davis

I have never found a quote that sums up my burden for the Hispanic people more than this one. Really, for 12 years, I have had this inexplicable, down-to-my-core knowledge that I was not meant to live in in the U.S. Every time I returned to any Spanish-speaking country, I felt more at home there than in my own country.

God didn’t just “tell me” that he was calling me to be a missionary when I was 13 years old. It wasn’t a conversational exchange of facts about my future life. He reached deep down into the core of who I was, removed my own ambitions and dreams, and completely replaced them for His. It was like His passion for the Hispanic people became interwoven in my DNA. It’s not what I am to do– it’s who I am.

That’s what makes this all so exciting. Most people think of being a “missionary” as tiring and sacrificial. Of course, this time will have its difficulties, and I will be stretched more than I ever have been. But the passions HE has given me are so much more substantial and breath-taking then any barrier that may weigh me down.


Father Abraham…

…had many sons. And many sons had Father Abraham.

Here we are on Thanksgiving, chanting this song in a valiant effort to calm down my distressed niece after 3 hours of driving to Fort Worth, sitting in traffic, trying to find a parking spot to attend the Festival of Lights, failing repeatedly to find a parking spot, giving up, and making the trek back home. And as my mom desperately and hopefully serenades Skylar, my mind immediately flashes back to exactly one year ago– to my Thanksgiving in the Himalayas. We had stopped in a Tibetan village to teach 5 children at a local school about proper hygiene. Our wonderful leader, Chandra, suddenly asked us to teach the kiddos a song, and my mind dug deep into my Children’s Church years to give me one song: Father Abraham. As our little audience stared us with a look mixed with intrigue and shock, we continued through all 5 motions of Father Abraham. Eventually, I had the sense to INCLUDE the kids in the, well, KIDS song, and they joined in with giggles. Following the unconventional school lesson, we played soccer and passed out stickers– all while in the center of the most beautiful valley. Out of the whole trip, it was truly one of my favorite moments.

What a vast contrast between my past 2 Thanksgivings! I decided to go back into my journal and reminisce on my time in the Himalayas, which is where I found my Thanksgiving Day journal entry:

*Scratch scratch*

I begin to rouse out of my deep sleep and transition into reality. Cracking my eyes open, I see nothing. Wide open now—still nothing. It’s pitch dark, and I am unable to move. Panic strikes me. I reason with myself: I’m physically restricted due to my mummy sleeping bag, and I can’t see anything because I am in fact, in the Himalayas, and it’s probably 5am. But something still isn’t quite settling about those scratching sounds I hear all around me— and the fact that I can’t see or move isn’t helping. I check my watch, and it is indeed 5am. Great. Thank you, jet lag. Nepal is exactly 12 hours ahead of Texas, so I give myself some credit for being able to shift time zones as much as I have in 2 days.

But, back to those scratching noises… It sounds like something is running across the thatched roof above me. I almost throw out a quick, “Is anyone else awake?”, but somehow my frivolous insecurities hold me back. For the next hour, I simply lay there, going back and forth between praying for the children I will encounter that day, and praying that a rat doesn’t crawl over my face. Finally, it’s 6am, and I can’t hold back anymore. A soft, “Is anyone else awake?” was greeted with 3 desperate voices shouting “YES!!” Someone swiftly turns on the little, battery-powered light bulb hanging from our thatched roof, and all of us immediately begin to discuss the mental torture endured in the last hour (in which, of course, we were all wide awake). After a panicked conclusion that yes, indeed, rats were probably all around us, we decided to make our way outside to hit up the squatty-potty and watch the sunrise. We crack the door open and immediately see 4 people sleeping on the floor outside our room. Most likely, the family gave up their beds for us.

As the sun illuminates our surroundings, the fullness of our adventure began saturating my soul. In front of me is a magnificent snow-capped peak with a waterfall streaming into a river that cut through the village sitting at the base of the mountain. But the real sight is to my right, where the valley ripples with mountain terrain and graduated farming terraces. THAT was the real sight because of the stories it secretly held for my future.


One Thanksgiving in Nepal, one in Keller, and the next? Barcelona.