

A poem I wrote after swimming into the lane line in a pool in Florida while being too preoccupied with the future.
Stay in your lane He told me As I backstroked into the lap divider. Too distracted by my brain to focus on my hands guiding me where they should. Too impatient to know the results of the future so much so that I am removed from the present. And with that gentle contact, God reminds me Chill out with the planning The fretting The agonizing Trying to control the future. I’ve got it figured out. So trust the process Be patient with me And stay in your lane.

Elizabeth Leighton
Apr 221 min read


"Un Privilegio"
On my final day in San Lucas, there was a Mission-wide Mass. Emerson, my dear friend and supervisor, informed me the day before that myself and long-time Mission driver Rich were to do the collection. I had never been asked before. I was excited, and frankly, a little nervous to do so. The next morning, I had my final breakfast at the Mission. For those who aren’t familiar, visitors, volunteers, and local staff always gather to have the meal together. Every day it is kindly

Elizabeth Leighton
Feb 25 min read


Sugar Rims, Makeshift Raincoats, and Dill: Small Acts of Selflessness
The beautiful 4th of July decor set up by Mission staff. Something I have come to love and appreciate about Guatemala is the level of...

Elizabeth Leighton
Aug 14, 20255 min read


