Ntene’s Journey


Ntene was born 14 years ago and was a healthy baby boy. Well we were told he was 14, but his medical record shows he is 16, so the jury is still out about this. He lived with his mother for the first six years of his life until he came down with an unknown illness.

This illness leaf him completely deaf.

Looking at all the facts, it’s safe to assume he was sick with meningitis. Regardless of the cause, his mother did not want to raise a deaf child and moved away. Leaving him helpless.

Graciously another woman in his village took him in. Ntene’s “Mme” loves him very much and does all she can for him.

She is a true picture of the gospel at work. An amazing woman.

Ntene has been attending the Care Center at Khokhoba Baptist Church for several years now and is a favorite among the women and kids for his attitude, love, and smile!

But as he’s getting older, it’s becoming more and more imperative that he attends a school that can fully meet his needs and teach him to communicate through the use of sign language.

School starts in January, and there is a lot to accomplish in order to get him enrolled. So Tuesday and Wednesday of this week we took the first steps together to accomplish this goal.

We picked up Ntene and his Mme on the road and were greeted, as we always are, by the most beautiful smile we have ever seen. He was so excited to go with us. Another member of our party was Ntate Molapo, the pastor (Maruti) at Khokhoba Baptist Church. He graciously agreed to ride along for the journey and help translate for us. Ntene’s Mme did not speak much English, so having him come with us was such a huge blessing.

The last person to jump in the car was Ntate Ntjapeli, another man who is deaf. He came with us with the hopes of being tested as well. We had never met him but were connected together through Teresa Flora. He and his brother were standing on the edge of the paved road dressed up so nice. He had on a blazer, tie, and a fedora! He was looking so dressed up and nice. He was smiling so big and making noises to his brother as he climbed in our car.

If we could get both of them seen by the audiologist to learn if a hearing aid would be beneficial, and if we could take Ntene to the deaf school to meet the principal and begin the enrollment process, it would be a successful trip.

Both Ntene and Ntate Ntjapeli would make noise and point like crazy when they saw something interesting out the window. Ntene especially enjoyed the bridge, passing other vehicles, and motorcycles.  And, when we passed a construction zone Ntene was pointing up to the crane with a huge smile on his face.  We had so much fun with them riding in the car.

On the way down the mountains, we passed through a town named Leribe. This is where we had been told there was a school for children who are deaf. We decided to stop in to see the school and meet with the leaders to discuss what needs to be done for enrollment. The visit went very well. The women were saying hello to him in sign language until he repeated it back to them. He was smiling so big. We told the women his story and asked them if this would be a good for school him. They agreed he would benefit from being here but wished he had come sooner. If we can get him into school in January, he will have to start in the pre-school class to learn foundational sign language. We are hopeful he will learn quickly and get to advance to be with others closer to his age soon. This school also teaches them a trade – he would be taught how to work on cars, take care of a farm, or one of many other trades they teach that will help him live a successful life.

We all loved what they were saying about the opportunities he would have. We changed the topic to paperwork and what they needed to enroll him. The biggest thing they stressed was that they needed his birth certificate and proof he was an orphan. If we can get this paperwork to them soon, they will communicate with social services that he is an orphan and see if the government would help with the cost of tuition. What an answer to prayers this would be. Next week we will begin looking into getting this paperwork started. His only relatives live in the Lowlands, so this would be another trip for his Mme to get their signatures. Please pray for this process to continue smoothly and for perseverance for the Mme as we gather everything we need.

After the visit to school, we hopped back in the car and went the rest of the way to Maseru. When we arrived in the city, we went by the mall to let them see the stores, restaurants, and even ride an escalator. Ntene had never been on one before and he loved it!


We also let them all pick a few items from the store. It was so great to be able to bless them!

After dinner, we headed back to the bed and breakfast we were staying at and had a great nights rest before the busy day to follow.

The next day was an early start as we arrived at the hospital as soon as they opened. Already the waiting room was overflowing and the line to check in was out the door. We waited in that line for about five minutes before being seen by the receptionist. We explained what we needed done (we had no appointment or referral, so we were praying to find the right person to get us seen that day) and she directed us to the ENT check in station. This lady was insistent that we must have an appointment, but after several minutes she gave us the much needed stamp validating we now had an appointment.

The only problem was that the stamp needed to be in a “Boukana” (medical journal that everyone has), and Ntene had a Boukana but Ntate Ntjapeli did not. So with Ntene’s book stamped we went back out to the waiting room and spoke with another man who directed us back to the first check in station to get a Boukana for Ntate Ntjapeli. Back at the first desk we explained that we needed a Boukana and she had us fill out “check-in” forms for each of them. That paperwork was tedious but once it was completed she signed those documents and sent us to another line for processing the appointment. This line only took another five-or-so minutes but the lady did not want to check them in until the Boukana was purchased. Rachel went to wait in a separate (and much longer) line to pay for the hearing exam and buy a Boukana while I pleaded for the appointments to be processed.

Finally the appointments for each of them were processed and she printed out the stickers for them showing the time they were checked in. I went and joined Rachel in the other line and purchased the Boukana and paid for each of their hearing exams. With a fresh new Boukana in hand, the stickers ready to display our appointment check-in time, and the correct stamps verifying the appointments were approved, we sat in the waiting room and began the four hour wait to be seen.


Thank God Ntate Molapo came with us to translate because we couldn’t have completed half of this without him helping us get through each checkpoint.

The audiologist was a very nice Basotho woman who spoke clear English as well as Sesotho. She saw Ntate Ntjapeli first and told us that because of his age, she would be worried that if we got him hearing aids, he would be confused more than he could understand. Her thoughts were that if he did get hearing aids, he would choose not to wear them because of all the environmental noises he had gone without for 42 years. We were taken back and didn’t know what to even say. This poor man has never heard a day in his life and she is telling us it is better for him to stay this way. A day later, we are looking back on this and wish we were more persistent with her in assessing his hearing. Before this, neither of us had much experience with individuals who are deaf and how they cope and communicate in life. If a hearing aid has the potential to help him, we are tempted to try it out.

Next was Ntene’s turn, his Mme and him walked in and sat down. Before coming in, we gave the doctor a brief history and explained that this Mme took him in after he became deaf and his biological mother left him. She started with trying to talk to him, and all the sweet boy could do was smile back at her and then look over at us. She was speaking Sesotho so we don’t know what she was saying, but probably something like “Hello, can you hear me?” And of course, he could not. She took a look inside his ears as he sat so nice and still looking straight ahead. We asked her about the school for the deaf in Leribe and she knew it very well. Her only concern with enrolling him there was that he would have to be in class with pre-schoolers. We explained that the plan would be for him to learn the basics with the younger kids and then progress to be with children closer to his own age.



She then used some fancy equipment that tested his ears for hearing. She was surprised at how much the test showed. What a blessing, he has a little bit of hearing! Not enough for him to hear anything without the assistance of a hearing aid, but enough that it would make a significant difference for him to use one! She would recommend getting a hearing aid for him to hear environmental noises and sounds to get his attention such as a cow mooing, a car driving down the road, and clapping. She doesn’t think he will be able to speak or understand a conversation fluently but there is huge potential for him to learn sign language and hear background noise in unison.

As you can imagine, we were overwhelmed with excitement about this discovery!

After a long morning, we grabbed some lunch and hit the road back to Katse. On the way home, we talked with Ntene’s Mme and made sure she was in agreement and understood all that had transpired at the school and at the doctor. We were so pleased with how much she understood and how much she was willing to do for him to get into school.


As of now, our plan is to meet back up with her next week and plan a time for her to travel to his family in the Lowlands and get the paperwork started.

We have been blown away but all the encouragement and prayers we received as we started this journey with Ntene. We are so thankful for each and every one of you.

We will keep everyone updated as things progress!

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

We have recently discovered new information that both contradicts and better explains Ntene’s true origin story. Instead of re-writing his story, we are adding the new information below.

Ntene was abandoned by his mother when he was 5 years old and was raised by another family in his village. He never attended school and worked all day, every day in the fields as a shepherd.

He witnessed a dispute among two shepherds and was going to be taken to trial to testify about the situation. The shepherd in the wrong took Ntene to a witch doctor and asked that his ability to speak and hear be taken away so that he could not testify against him in trial. That day, Ntene became deaf and mute and has been ever since.

While this is heartbreaking, we firmly believe God is sovereign, and works in all things to do incredible things. Whatever the true story of Ntene’s hearing loss happens to be, we believe God has a big plan for Ntene’s life, and we are so grateful and honored to be a small part of it.

With Love (again),
Tyler & Rachel

Chickens Stink At Pick-Up-Sticks


Today was the first day at the Care Center all on our own!

(Spoiler alert, it went really well!)

All last month we worked alongside Brett and Allison to learn the ropes here in Lesotho. If there’s one thing we’ve found to be true, it’s that this is a very big job and we have A LOT to learn.

But all you can do is take one day at a time, and it just so happens that today was the first day on our own.

We started with our quiet times, which we then shared with the ladies at the Care Center. All last month with Brett and Allison we would start the day by sharing what each of us had learned in their quiet times. So, we tried that this morning with the Care Center ladies.

I spoke on Ephesians 2:8-10 and Rachel shared from 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. These are some great verse, check them out!

The women really seemed to love it!

We encouraged the women to share their quiet times with each other tomorrow. They were so receptive! When we asked who would want to share tomorrow, one woman suggested they all should come prepared to share… and all the women agreed!

Rachel and I are so excited to see them reading the Word together and teaching each other what the Lord is showing them. We can’t wait to learn from them!

Sharing with each other this last month with the Barnhills has been so encouraging for us. Please keep this time in your prayers, that the women can continue studying the Word together and encouraging each other.

After the devotions, Rachel began working on a document with the women that she made for us to learn more about the kids. It includes a list of all the children, their ages, grades, and even a picture. They worked together to fill in information like who the child stays with, what their home life is like, how are they doing in school, and my personal favorite, what makes them happy.

Rachel and I are eager to learn more of the kid’s stories so we can better love on them and pray for them. These kids are the reason we are here. Our heart is all for them.

We went outside and played the classic game, pick up sticks. The children were looking at us so funny as we attempted to explain the rules to them. They quickly caught on and enjoyed the game so much!



We played this game for over an hour, in the dirt, with Paseka, Motsilisi, Tsoanelo, and Ntene. They all got a kick out of the chicken that wanted to play with us as it literally stood on the sticks in the middle of the circle until Paseka picked it up and threw it over Ntene’s head!

So funny!

At the end of the day, we wanted to drive all the women and children to their homes. This is a simple thing we occasionally do that is a lot of fun!

Paseka was especially excited as he jumped over the back seat, immediately put the window down, and hung his face out the window. The kids love it when we drive them back to their villages. We are still amazed at how far many of them walk every day to come to the Center. It was a great ending to a great first day at the Center all on our own.

Lastly, the Flora family invited us over to dinner and we enjoyed their homemade salsa.

Oh how we love chips and salsa!

Then we headed to the lodge to FaceTime some loved ones. This always encourages us when we get to talk to people from home.

Overall, we are feeling like we may be able to handle this job! Sometimes taking the first step into a new thing can be scary. It certainly took extra courage to get started today, but we felt all the prayers and encouragement and got to work anyway!

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

Getting Settled


We have been in Lesotho for 18 days now!

God is so good!

We have settled quite nicely into our home in Katse. Tyler has begun some home improvement projects and Rachel has conquered her fear of cooking four hours from a grocery store. The meals are really yummy and the house is feeling more and more like a home.

We have had the opportunity to visit both of the churches we will be working with on Sunday mornings and have loved the time of worship. We sing really loud and hope the noises we are making are close to the words in the song! Rachel can’t wait to know the words and understand what we are singing at church. When you come, you better be ready to move. Everyone is clapping along and swaying to the songs. It’s such a cool atmosphere!

But don’t get us wrong, we do really miss worship at The Exchange!

Over the past few weeks we have also gotten the opportunity to see the Care Centers at work. Every day we head up to one of the Care Centers. We have been spending time getting to know the Care Center women and learning the flow of each Center’s day. We have been able to get a good grasp on what they do and the level the Centers are at. Both Centers are requesting new toys and teaching materials, which gives us an opportunity to look through the storage room where teams have brought supplies and pick out a few things to use over the coming weeks. It’s our goal to have the women plan out “centers” for the kids each day – Bible, Reading, and Math. And of course, they need something fun everyday like a puzzle, craft, or game! Rachel is excited to use her organizing skills in lesson planning and Tyler is eager to help the women come up with great ideas for activities.

One of our biggest tasks right now is learning the kid’s names. We have taken pictures of everyone and have their names written next to them and then spelled out phonetically. We go through this list and try to memorize the names. It has been harder than we thought – probably because of the pronunciation. But we know over time we will get all the names down. And then after that we are going to nail down some Sesotho! Rachel has already started making flash cards for practice.

Motsilisi (Mots-Si-Di-Si)
Rabele (Ray-Bel-Lay)

Last Friday we made the long drive to Maseru, the capital city of Lesotho, to work on our immigration paperwork. JB and Liz Bundrick were so kind to not only invite us into their home but also show us around town and help us with every step we needed to take to apply for our residency permits. It was a full day with relatively no hiccups. Praise God!

Now we wait about five months to hear if we have been approved for our permits.

Also, throughout these first weeks we have been apart of the Marketplace portion of what Reclaimed does. Tyler and Brett have been working hard with the chicken project. Both Care Centers have 50 laying hens and are producing tons of eggs!


They put aside the eggs the children will eat that day and the rest of the eggs they sell to people in the community. Such a cool way for them to make money. We hope to begin gardens next week so they can grow vegetables for the children to eat too.

Lastly, we have gotten the women started on making more leather journals. They are all meeting each morning before the children get out of school. So far, the paper is all cut and folded and the leather is cut to the right size. Next week they will begin binding the journals together!


We look forward to a few more weeks of learning the details of the job, building relationships, and setting good patterns for the work!

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

Hello Africa.

Time for a confession, with all of the emotional valleys of saying goodbye to family and friends I was ready to leave the country for a while.

Goodbyes are really hard for me.

My prayer throughout this whole season has been finding peace in the midst of goodbyes and joy in the face of sacrifice. Getting through the cloud of sadness has been my hearts cry. My longing was for peace to come on the other side of a 16 hour plane ride.

Once again God has proven to me how unfathomably good and gracious He really is.

The peace in our hearts did not come after the goodbyes ended and our “new life” began, God showed himself during the goodbyes and gave us His peace throughout all of the tear-filled times of “see-ya-laters”!

“The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth.”
Psalms 145:18

I need to learn to start praying bigger prayers.

And then the plane landed…

This past week in South Africa and now in Lesotho has been filled with so many unexpected, but wonderful, joys. We have had challenging times of Bible study and prayer with Brett and Allison. We have dug into the promises found in God’s word and begun seeing more clearly His vision for this ministry and our place in it. I have learned how to drive on the reverse side of the car and road. Rachel conquered grocery shopping at unfamiliar stores and has purchased supplies for weeks at a time (we are four hours from the closest grocery store). The list goes on and on.

We are getting into the swing of things here, and if I was to answer honestly, Rachel and I are a lot more comfortable and confident in our ability to live here than we ever thought possible. And we are only a week in.

Bigger prayers Tyler, bigger prayers!

The next step for us is making contact with the care centers and getting to know the people we will be working closely with over the next few years. We are so excited to see the kids again and to begin pouring into their lives, and the lives of the women at the centers. It’s why we came here.

Please lift us up in prayer for the next week as we begin the work. Pray that we will be able to unify with our Reclaimed team, as well as with the IMB (International Mission Board) team as well.

Also pray for our hearts to stay humble and find joy throughout everything we encounter as we begin learning culture, language, and how to live a missional live here in Lesotho!

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

10,000 Feet Up


I’m writing this post in the airplane somewhere between Richmond and Atlanta.

What a day!

Thank you everyone for your prayers this morning. When we got to the airport we checked our bags and none of them were over 50 pounds. This was a huge concern for me because we had been checking them at home and kept getting different amounts on different scales. We had four scales and were praying the lowest one was correct! So each bag made it to the conveyer belt, tagged for Johannesburg, and then it was time for our boarding passes. The clerk was receiving a hold restriction on our tickets because we did not have visas for South Africa and our tickets showed we would be there longer than the allowed 90 days. We explained we were just traveling through South Africa and our final destination is Lesotho where we plan to get visas within the next few weeks. After an hour at the check in desk, several messages to our team, and scrambling to find some documentation to prove we were telling the truth, we were finally let through. I want to praise Tyler for how he handled this situation and thank Brett for helping outright as he was boarding his plane from Mississippi to Atlanta. God is good and has certainly given us the best team.

Thankfully we had gotten to the airport early so we still had time to say our goodbyes, get through security, and enjoy a quick lunch. Saying goodbye (really it was “see ya later”) was difficult but I could feel the presence of God guiding us and giving us courage and peace to take the steps away from our family.


The security line was empty. I told one of the men, “I like this a lot better when there are less people.” He said we just missed a big rush and that we “had impeccable timing.” My goodness that was not our timing, that was God’s timing. It was low stress and we were able to take our time getting five pieces of carry on luggage and ourselves through the security line. Praise God!

Lunch was delicious and were able to read everyone’s comments and messages that they were praying for us. Believe me when I say, we felt every one of them as God was showing himself to us!

We are about to land in Atlanta. Next task is to meet up with the Barnhill’s and enjoying our last meal in America! Then onto the 15 hour fight to South Africa! We cannot believe this day is here.

So thankful.

And taking a step back for a second. This weekend was more than we could have ever asked for. Saturday we were able to spend time with my younger brother, Tanner, after his summer away and before he went back to Tech. We had the most amazing night of worship and prayer with our church family and enjoyed even more time with close family that night. Sunday we were prayed over in every service by our entire church and had our last goodbyes with friends. My older brother and his wife surprised my parents by coming in town for the day and we were able to enjoy one last visit with our whole family together (until Christmas). Monday we split ways and knocked all our errands off the list and packed the entire afternoon and into the night. Both our parents helped us finish up and got everything we wanted in the bags. We had a great dinner with them and just enjoyed being together.

We are so thankful to love and to be loved by so many! This distance does not change the love we have for all our family and friends back in Virginia! We love you all and as one of my good friends said, “see ya on the flip side!”


With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

The Ocean


Last night while Tyler and I were walking on the beach we were struck by the beauty of the moon. It was full, bright, and almost close enough to touch. It was so bright that when we looked down to the sand we saw clearly defined shadows, and everything around us could be seen clear as day.

The ocean beneath the moon was shimmery and reflective. The ocean currents were filled with every imaginable shade of color between blue and white. With every wave’s inhale and exhale the details of the moon’s reflection and the colors within it changed ever so slightly. It was a beautiful sight.

I sat down on the sand and just watched the waves come in and out, the pulses of the ocean going back and fourth. I started thinking about how huge the ocean is and how far it goes. How it surrounds everything and no one can comprehend how big it truly is.

It’s kind of mysterious.

At times the ocean can be calm and relaxing, like a place of refuge. And at other times it can be raging, dangerous, and stormy.

It got me thinking about God.

More specifically, it got me thinking about a life spent fully trusting God and submitting to His will.

At times this life can be calm and relaxing, like a place of refuge,
and in those times we need to trust God.

At times this life can be raging, dangerous, and stormy,
and in those times we need to trust God.

It brought me comfort to be reminded of this. God has it all under control, He has a plan. In Him I may find peace and encouragement.

As the ocean is constant, so is He.
As the ocean is huge, so is He.
As the ocean is beautiful, so is He.
As the ocean never ceases, neither does He.

He is my constant.

“Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; His understanding is unsearchable.”
Isaiah 40:28

The upcoming weeks will be filled with lots of unknowns, kinda like looking out upon the ocean. May my heart be filled with God’s constant peace and my soul continually search for His beauty amongst the storms.

With Love,

A Season Of “See-Ya-Laters”

So we aren’t off to a very good start. It’s been over a month since we last posted, sorry! We will try to be better at posting regularly. And with that, settle in for a longer-than-usual post to get you all caught up.

We are down to just under two weeks before the move to Lesotho. Everything we own is either in a suitcase or in storage. And we are more nercided than ever.

Oh yeah, I came up with a new word to help us communicate how we’re feeling. It’s a nice blend of nervous and excited. Rachel and I are overflowing with nercidedness!

Before we talk about the next 13 days, let’s take a few minutes to highlight the incredible month we’ve just had.

It started with an amazing weekend relaxing at Virginia Beach with Rachel’s family. It was so great to be able to spend intentional time with family and friends. After leaving my job and Rachel finishing nursing school, we needed some time to regroup and recharge before moving out of our apartment.

After the beach, we jumped right back into action and scrubbed down, repainted, and moved out of our first home. Surreal feelings clouded the air as our home was transformed back into a boring, albeit cleaner one bedroom apartment. We packed boxes to go straight into storage, boxes to keep out and use this summer, and boxes to set aside and bring with us to Lesotho. We had to make a lot of tough decisions about what stays and what goes. There were also a few nights in our empty apartment filled with thoughts like:

“What are we doing?”

“We have such a good thing going here, why are we leaving?”

It was definitely a time of growth for the two of us and a perfect time for the Lord to remind us of the incredible journey He was allowing us to begin.

As some of you know, back in 2012 I spent the summer traveling to six different states working with CentriKid Camps. I loved working as a camp counselor, and look back on my time with CentriKid as a transformational moment in my life. Not to dig too far back into my diary, but at some point throughout that summer the Lord began to break my heart for sharing the gospel with children and sparked a desire in my soul to pursue that with my life.

All that to say, the week after we moved out of our apartment, I was given the opportunity to go back to CentriKid with the kids from Cool Spring. It was such a joyous time of reliving past memories, connecting the dots of how God has worked in my life over the last 4 years to lead me to this point, and having new experiences with an awesome group of 4th and 5th graders.

I am so thankful for the team I was apart of back in 2012. I learned so much back then, and spending the week at CentriKid again was such an uplifting experience and has solidified God’s calling on my life.


I’m sure your getting tired of hearing from me, so here’s Rachel to tell you more about our summer:

The day Tyler left for CentriKid, my mom and I left town for our girls-only road trip! We had a great time spending a few nights with my cousin, Meredith, who works at Ridgecrest (North Carolina). While we were there we also got to meet up with Avery, one of my best friends from Liberty. I treasure the friendships I have with Meredith and Avery, and will miss them a lot while living so far away. I was so happy to spend intentional time with just my mom, and it was so special to be able to celebrate both of our birthdays together.

On Wednesday, we concluded our birthday trip by meeting my brother and sister-in-law, Hunter and Kelli, for lunch in Lynchburg. Then I was able to join Tyler at CentriKid! Seeing Tyler lead the kids brought me so much excitement for our future. God has truly given him a natural ability with kids and a passion for teaching them about the gospel.

The following week Tyler and I had the opportunity to travel to Mississippi to visit some of the Reclaimed team. We were looking forward to this time with Brett, Allison, and Beau Barnhill who are in the States for a few months. When we move to Lesotho, they will move to Zimbabwe to work with a local church with a growing widow ministry. We are excited to see what the Lord does in Harare, Zimbabwe through the Barnhill’s. We were also able to spend a day in the Reclaimed office meeting with Jason and Hayley, going over paperwork, and finalizing all the things needed for moving to another country (which is surprisingly a lot). We had lunch with Mr. Robert and Mrs. Margaret Fortenberry who were missionaries in Lobatse, Botswana. I met them when I spent the summer of 2013 with Kasey and Allison serving at the first Orphan Care Center. Speaking of Kasey, I got to see her too! It was great being with her again; it reminded me of that fantastic summer and got me excited for all the wonderful relationships through ministry to come.

The day we flew home from our week in Mississippi, it was time for another adventure and we went straight off to a conference all about medical care in missions. How perfect for us! A huge thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Brown for getting us connected with this conference and making sure we were able to go. I struggle with some insecurities about using my nursing skills overseas and they thought this would be a great resource for me. God works when we need Him most and really does equip His followers to do His work. Long story short, Tyler and I spent the next two days furiously scribbling down notes the entire time and we couldn’t ask enough questions. So many of my fears were wiped away just by hearing the stories of other missionaries allowing God to work through them and trusting that their medical training would be a catalyst for advancing the gospel. I may not be totally confident in my ability, but I am in His ability!


Hey there, it’s Tyler again:

After the conference we were able to spend a couple days at home working on banking stuff, immigration stuff, travel stuff, packing stuff, and a bunch of other stuff we had been putting off. At this point we were a little less than a month from our departure date and in need of a little time away. Our summer calendar was filled up and as much as we love and cherish the time with family and friends, we were in desperate need of some time away from it all. We were so grateful for Mr. and Mrs. Craymer for allowing us to stay at their cabin at Wintergreen. For four days we hunkered down in the mountains and spent intentional time reading, praying, and preparing our hearts for the month to come. It was such a sweet time with each other and with the Lord. So often we get consumed by the busyness, we thank God for the opportunity to get away and recharge for the last push.

Our last night at Wintergreen, Rachel’s brother and sister-in-law, Hunter and Kelli, were able to join us. We had a great time with them staying up late and talking about life, eating lots of food, and hiking down to a waterfall. We even got to see two bears who were a little too close for comfort. Another thing we are learning about this time of life is that with every happy memory we have, there seems to be a hint of sadness in our hearts. We are really going to miss time with family like that. It just kinda stings.

So a week and a half has gone by since Wintergreen and we have filled our time with even more banking stuff, more immigration stuff, more travel stuff, more packing stuff, and more of a bunch of other stuff we have for some reason still been putting off. We are 99% there (Rachel says we are only 75% ready, ever the realist!).

This Friday we head to the beach with my family for the week. It will be a great time of relaxation before the big day. Rachel and I are so looking forward to spending time with my dad and mom. I hope to play some golf and Rachel is ready to sit by the pool and snooze the day away. It’s the calm before the storm!

Thank you so much for your prayers during this time. A lot of people have been asking about ways they can specifically pray for us, so we wanted to send out four intentional ways you can be praying for us between now and August 23rd:

  • Pray for our transition into Lesotho. Pray for the documents to come together, for the immigration process the be successful, and that our move into our new home in Katse will go smoothly.
  • Pray as we learn to live within a new culture. Life in Lesotho will be incredibly difficult at times and we pray that God blesses us with friends and ministry partners who will help us through these times.
  • Pray for us as we learn to work with a new team. Pray that we can work well with and are able to encourage and empower the Barnhills, Cofields, and Floras.
  • Pray for our family we are leaving here in the States. Pray that they will have peace about our move and stay encouraged and excited for our work.

Thanks again for taking the time to read all about this crazy adventure. If you haven’t already, check out this event we are having on August 20th at Cool Spring. It will be such a sweet time of worship and prayer, we would love for you to join us from 6:00 – 8:00. Hope to see you then!

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

Keep Moving Forward


Thursday was a hard day for me.

For the past three years I have worked as the School Age Director at Cool Spring. At times the job was challenging (as all jobs are), but it was also overwhelmingly fun and rewarding.

I learned so much about successfully running a program and grew personally as a leader.

I thank God for the opportunity to impact hundreds of kids and families.

There were tear filled goodbyes, presents (shown below), and lots of hugs and high-fives.


It was a really hard day for me.

Not just because of my early retirement from my dream job, but because I sold my Jeep.

I know they say you can’t take things with you when you go, but I would have driven that ’97 Wrangler to the pearly gates if given the chance.

Elephant tire cover and all.


It was a really really hard day for me.

At this point your probably wondering why I’m writing this blog post.
I’m making you too sad.


It all can’t be happy and exciting and fun.

Share my pain.

Ok, here’s the point of this post:

One of my favorite quotes of all time comes from Walt Disney.

“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”

I have lived by the words “Keep Moving Forward” since my middle school days.

If things aren’t going we’ll, keep moving forward.

If things are amazing and you’re nothing but happy, keep moving forward.

So the happy, exciting, and fun part is reminding myself what “forward” looks like.

Not only do I get the chance to serve orphans and reach communities in Africa for Christ, but I get the chance to do it with the love of my life!

I am so overjoyed to be able to spend the next few years living out my calling with Rachel, and I can’t wait to find out where “forward” leads us going forward.

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

Patio Chairs


So here we are.

We knew this would happen. A blink of an eye and it would be summer.

Today we are TWO MONTHS from flying to Lesotho! Right after I took the NCLEX I started packing things up in our apartment. Who knew you could accumulate so much stuff in such a short amount of time with only two people?

Our apartment lease runs up early July and we will move into my parents house for the remainder of our time in the States. A huge shout out to Justin and Ryan Hatfield, Mo Feliciano, and Tanner Goins for helping Tyler move our heaviest furniture this past Saturday.

We are currently living with no dressers, no kitchen table or chairs, and no couches and we are loving it. We have our patio chairs standing in as couches, my desk as our kitchen table, and plastic tubs as dressers and it’s working just fine.

God has given us so much peace during this time. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some really sad moments where we walk into the house and feel how empty it is. We had an amazing few years in this apartment, and we are grateful God has given us such a great place to call our first home.

We still have a lot to accomplish over the next two months, but we are so excited to keep checking off the to-do list as we count down the days!

With Love,
Tyler & Rachel

Called To Serve



The biggest accomplishment of my life has been achieved!

A few weeks ago I graduated from Bon Secours and earned a Bachelors of Science in Nursing.

And, as of today, I have passed the NCLEX and am officially a Registered Nurse.

I have wanted to be a nurse since middle school. The ability to use the knowledge and skills with my future children, the chance of using nursing on medical mission trips, the flexibility of the job, and the endless opportunities all drew me to this field.

My journey through school has been the most difficult experience of my life thus far. It has forced me to honestly place all my trust in the Lord and truly cast all my anxieties on Him (and boy were there a lot).

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
1 Peter 5:7

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:6-7

I noticed a pattern throughout my years in college, when I was reliant and focused on the Lord, I was much less stressed.

He provided me with strength when I had no more.
Gave me the drive when I wanted to quit.
Provided grace and understanding when I needed it most.

I can look back on my nursing education and see the Lords hand guiding me through each step I took.

Back in 2013, when I first started school at Bon Secours, I wrote a paper about my philosophy of nursing. In that paper I wrote:

“Nursing involves so much. Defining the term nursing seems impossible when you think about all it encompasses. Nursing is an occupation to some, advocacy to many, and service to all. To me nursing is a calling that will be used in all aspects of my life.”

No joke.
All aspects of my life!

One of my favorite parts about graduation was decorating my cap. I loved being able to express my philosophy of nursing proudly. On the top of my hat was the phrase “Called to Serve”.


I thought that was a fitting display of where my heart truly lies.

Only the Lord knows where this new degree will take us. But I am incredibly excited to see how He will use me in Lesotho. Through health assessments of the children at the care centers, to mobile clinics in villages with Me Teresa, I am so excited to put this degree to work!

To all my nursing friends, get your passports ready!

With Love,