i sang this song in high school. at the time, i thought it was so "cheesy." this weekend, i was reminded of it as a friend from church and i were able to sing through it together. i instantly got chill bumps. today in one of my classes, we watched a movie. in the movie, i saw a child shot. it was a short event, but that did not alleviate the severity of the pain i felt at that moment. in my next class, we discussed how child poverty is likely the world's worst problem-- not just economically, but in a sense of humanity.
Can you hear the prayer of the childrenon bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?Empty eyes with no more tears to cryturning heavenward toward the light.Crying," Jesus, help meto see the morning light of one more day,but if I should die before I wake,I pray my soul to take."Can you feel the hearts of the childrenaching for home, for something of their very own.Reaching hands with nothing to hold ontobut hope for a better day, a better day.Crying," Jesus, help meto feel the love again in my own land,but if unknown roads lead away from home,give me loving arms, 'way from harm
Can you hear the voice of the children
softly pleading for silence in their shattered world?Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,blood of the innocent on their hands.Crying," Jesus, help meto feel the sun again upon my face?For when darkness clears, I know you're near,bringing peace again."
Do something. Ask God to set your heart on fire, if it isn't already.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Grace's amazing hands are ugly, but they are soft as a featherbed.
ALL is well. God's grace covers all. Though i mourn my imperfections, I am astonished by grace. His grace is the only reason I have a chance in this world. I deserve nothing, but have everything I need and more. I am loved and adored. I am sought after and cared about. I am encouraged. By God AND the people He gave me. Wow.
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son who ran away
I am the bitter son who stayed
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
Its a mystery of mercy
And the song I sing
I am the angry men who came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper who gave thanks
I am the nine who never came
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
Its a mystery of mercy
And the song I sing
You are the bringer of the moon and all the seasons
You are the singer of the tune that calls the stars
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
When all my love was vinegar
To a thirsty king
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son who ran away
I am the bitter son who stayed
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
Its a mystery of mercy
And the song I sing
I am the angry men who came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper who gave thanks
I am the nine who never came
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
Its a mystery of mercy
And the song I sing
You are the bringer of the moon and all the seasons
You are the singer of the tune that calls the stars
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
You took my sin and wrapped me in
Your robe and your ring
My God, my God
Why hast thou accepted me
When all my love was vinegar
To a thirsty king
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Updates from the couch...
i've spent more time one the couch in the past 3 weeks than i think i have in the entire time i've lived in montana. most of you know that i tore my ACL, MCL, and meniscus a few weeks ago. i had surgery last tuesday and have begun constant PT. i was fortunate enough to have mom come out for the week (nothing like your mother bathing you at age 20, huh?) she's pretty much the bomb. i am surrounded by awesome people here in missoula who were ready to drop anything to come help me out or give mom a rest. my servant-hearted boyfriend, jonny, and ever-faithful friend, holly, made the experience almost fun... almost.
from the day i fell on that soccer field, i've been dreading the weeks to come with this injury. i immediately had two problems. (1) i HATE not being active. hate it. i love to work out and i love to be outside and go on adventures. even when the e.r. told me it was a "sprain" (haha!!) i knew i wouldn't be back for a long time coming. i knew i would grow out of shape. after running my first half-marathon, that just made me shutter. (2) i knew i would be spending alot of time laying around, thinking. i knew i was going to have to face thoughts that i usually push to the side of my mind and don't allow time for. i knew God was going to make me talk to Him about them, too. sure enough, i'm out of shape and i've done alot of talking to the Father. but, as always, He's good. i didn't suffer through the thoughts, and He taught me so much. and it was sweet, like it always is.
so i'm STILL waiting for the rest of my haiti photos, but i have a few of my own and will go ahead and share a few things!
this is esther. let's just get to the point: she was my favorite person i met in haiti. i met her the first night i was there and told her i was ready to learn creole. so, we learned each other's names, then got started! you know why i love esther? she knows she was made for something big and she's just ready to do it. that first night, she pulled out her cell phone and says, "look what i did last week!" i wasn't expecting it, but she showed me pictures she had snapped (with her cell phone!!) while helping out with a heart surgery.... a heart surgery, people!!! she is uniquely gifted with children. on the days we had over 100 kids, she was able to capture their attention and they respected and loved her. as you can see, she is beautiful, but you should see the way she glows when she talks.
from the day i fell on that soccer field, i've been dreading the weeks to come with this injury. i immediately had two problems. (1) i HATE not being active. hate it. i love to work out and i love to be outside and go on adventures. even when the e.r. told me it was a "sprain" (haha!!) i knew i wouldn't be back for a long time coming. i knew i would grow out of shape. after running my first half-marathon, that just made me shutter. (2) i knew i would be spending alot of time laying around, thinking. i knew i was going to have to face thoughts that i usually push to the side of my mind and don't allow time for. i knew God was going to make me talk to Him about them, too. sure enough, i'm out of shape and i've done alot of talking to the Father. but, as always, He's good. i didn't suffer through the thoughts, and He taught me so much. and it was sweet, like it always is.
so i'm STILL waiting for the rest of my haiti photos, but i have a few of my own and will go ahead and share a few things!
this is esther. let's just get to the point: she was my favorite person i met in haiti. i met her the first night i was there and told her i was ready to learn creole. so, we learned each other's names, then got started! you know why i love esther? she knows she was made for something big and she's just ready to do it. that first night, she pulled out her cell phone and says, "look what i did last week!" i wasn't expecting it, but she showed me pictures she had snapped (with her cell phone!!) while helping out with a heart surgery.... a heart surgery, people!!! she is uniquely gifted with children. on the days we had over 100 kids, she was able to capture their attention and they respected and loved her. as you can see, she is beautiful, but you should see the way she glows when she talks.
this is andy and i with our friend (and translator) ludgee. "teaching" kids english was my favorite thing I did in croix-des-bouqet (just a few miles out of port-au-prince). first of all, andy and i were a great team, it was a blast to work with him! it didn't take us but a few minutes to realize that we weren't going to be teaching anyone any english that day! these children, who don't go to school, are SMART! so they showed us their english stuff, counting for us, singing our alphabet, telling us what colors we were wearing. then, they all laughed, and started teaching us french-creole. it was completely amazing, how a chaotic group of 30 boys all were so excited to teach us their language. it was the first time the language barrier dropped for me. i realized that laughter is a universal language; and so is love. we didn't need ludgee to translate, we just enjoyed her laughter with us and the kids. they weren't well-behaved (by our standards) but they LOVED us and longed to interact with us, get to know us, learn from us, and teach us.
when i was lying in my bed that night, writing these things in my journal, i wrote at the top of the page "today is the day i fell in love with haiti." but, after two months of being home, i realize it is easy to say something like that on a short trip, where our accommodations were still levels above what many haitians will ever know. in retrospect, i know that God really opened my eyes that day. i've always had this "we are the world" outlook, believing humanity is one race, created by one Maker, destined for one of two places. but that was the day that i realized how COOL that is. how FUN it is. how IMPORTANT it is that i continue and grow in that thought and let God develop it even more in my heart. i realized that my life is bigger than me and i have got to rearrange my priorities. i realized my worries can be downright pathetic.
i read "radical" by david platt, my pastor at brook hills in birmingham, on the plane ride to haiti. it literally took my about 90 minutes. i'm not even going to review it or tell you what i learned from it. just read it. if you think you can't read it cause you don't have the money to buy it, you're wrong. call me, and i'll send it to you.
i will post a few more pics and stories in the days to come..
i will post a few more pics and stories in the days to come..
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
How is June already over?!
Hi friends!
I am well aware that I have not yet posted a thing about Haiti. I am sorry to those of you whom I promised pictures and stories. I'm still awaiting photos from friends. The stories are so much more wonderful when you can see my friends' faces. Also, I am still working on journaling my trip. I did not do a spectacular job of that while I was there. My Haitian friends are the best, even though I only knew them for 2 weeks! So, you will be updated asap!
As for "what I'm up to these days": I am working part-time at a family law firm in town. I love it so far and I am hoping it will offer me direction for my next step in my educational career! What have I not enjoyed though? Yep, you guessed it. Mornings. Otherwise, Mom and Mimi have been here for 9 days which has, of course, been a blast and a blessing! I'm anxiously awaiting Daddio's visit, hopefully sometime in August. Holly, Katie, and I have acquired an obsession for Jillian Michaels tv shows, workouts, and cookbooks. I'm trying to stay open for new adventures in Montana, planning backpacking trips and taking short afternoon hikes. Oh! And I am LOVING my new house and my roommate, Jenny. Can't wait till August when Jessie gets back from DC and we get all of our furniture... then it will be complete!
My next big thing is running a half marathon. For those of you that know me well, this is shocking, isn't it? It has been a struggle mentally and spiritually more than physically. I really must say that it is among the hardest things I have ever done. Many of my past struggles have been highlighting in the past few months, but I have grown in my trust and confidence in the Lord through a silly little race. I am so excited about the next two weeks. Race day is in 12 days! Ah!
Last Friday, 4 of us ran the longest distance I have ever ran. (Given, all 3 of these guys have done MUCH more than I ever have!) I ran with a friend of mine, Brad, who was more than blessed with the gift of encouragement. Embarrassing as it was, he saw me shed tears and get so angry with myself I just didn't want to go on. But he recited scripture as I ran and gave me advice along the way, and we finished running slightly over 10 minute miles! I couldn't believe it! As we ran, he kept telling me that "We are more than conquerers." So I have read that passage in Romans 8 every day since Friday and will continue to until the race. I've kinda made it my mantra, if you will. I've found that the more I read it, the more I can apply it to every aspect of my life. I've tried a million things to "build my confidence" over the years, but over and over the only things that are effective are God's word and His people. So I just want to share this with you. It's something most of us have grown up reading... but let it sink into the holes in your heart and it will fill them so sweetly, just like it has done for me.
More Than Conquerors
What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
"For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I am well aware that I have not yet posted a thing about Haiti. I am sorry to those of you whom I promised pictures and stories. I'm still awaiting photos from friends. The stories are so much more wonderful when you can see my friends' faces. Also, I am still working on journaling my trip. I did not do a spectacular job of that while I was there. My Haitian friends are the best, even though I only knew them for 2 weeks! So, you will be updated asap!
As for "what I'm up to these days": I am working part-time at a family law firm in town. I love it so far and I am hoping it will offer me direction for my next step in my educational career! What have I not enjoyed though? Yep, you guessed it. Mornings. Otherwise, Mom and Mimi have been here for 9 days which has, of course, been a blast and a blessing! I'm anxiously awaiting Daddio's visit, hopefully sometime in August. Holly, Katie, and I have acquired an obsession for Jillian Michaels tv shows, workouts, and cookbooks. I'm trying to stay open for new adventures in Montana, planning backpacking trips and taking short afternoon hikes. Oh! And I am LOVING my new house and my roommate, Jenny. Can't wait till August when Jessie gets back from DC and we get all of our furniture... then it will be complete!
My next big thing is running a half marathon. For those of you that know me well, this is shocking, isn't it? It has been a struggle mentally and spiritually more than physically. I really must say that it is among the hardest things I have ever done. Many of my past struggles have been highlighting in the past few months, but I have grown in my trust and confidence in the Lord through a silly little race. I am so excited about the next two weeks. Race day is in 12 days! Ah!
Last Friday, 4 of us ran the longest distance I have ever ran. (Given, all 3 of these guys have done MUCH more than I ever have!) I ran with a friend of mine, Brad, who was more than blessed with the gift of encouragement. Embarrassing as it was, he saw me shed tears and get so angry with myself I just didn't want to go on. But he recited scripture as I ran and gave me advice along the way, and we finished running slightly over 10 minute miles! I couldn't believe it! As we ran, he kept telling me that "We are more than conquerers." So I have read that passage in Romans 8 every day since Friday and will continue to until the race. I've kinda made it my mantra, if you will. I've found that the more I read it, the more I can apply it to every aspect of my life. I've tried a million things to "build my confidence" over the years, but over and over the only things that are effective are God's word and His people. So I just want to share this with you. It's something most of us have grown up reading... but let it sink into the holes in your heart and it will fill them so sweetly, just like it has done for me.
More Than Conquerors
What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
"For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Monday, May 17, 2010
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.
Tonight's drive from Hamilton to Missoula landed itself on the "most perfect nights" list-- one that has been growing rapidly lately.
The moon, a small crescent, hung in the air. It looked as if someone had delicately hung it up there not long before. Any gust of wind could have quickly dismissed it from the sky. The silhouette of the mountains rolled along, at times exposing the moon's radiance, at other times masking it, but leaving a gentle, yet noticeable, glow. The peace was unable to be ignored, rest from my busy mind was unavoidable.
Suddenly, one of my favorite songs I have ever heard came on in the car. "He Loves Us" by John Mark McMillan... I have never listened to this song and not been left with chill bumps and an overflow of gratitude and humility. I sat there, holding hands with one of God's most beautiful creations, looking at the mountains... just thankful. The phrase "the Lord is so good" has rung through my head all day. God's not just good.... He's like mega-uber-super-good... like, scary good. I love the verse "Taste and see that the Lord is good." As an avid, dedicated food enthusiast, these words really hit the spot. (No pun intended.) For example, Jonny and I hiked Mt. Sentinel Friday afternoon. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that it is over a 3,000 vertical foot hike, but I might be. Anyway, I hadn't eaten for a while before our hike. When we were done at 7:30pm, i was ready to devour a value meal at McDonalds, a size I'm usually incapable of eating... but was able to that day. It's kinda like that. Or hot pizza on a movie night in with the girls. Or a cold treat in the dead heat of summer. "Taste and see that the Lord is Big Dipper ice cream in the sweltering hot summer." Yeah, it's just like that. Your mouth waters and you can't think of anything else in the world... ahhh...
As I prepare to leave for Haiti on Wednesday, I am left numb. I am excited to go into this trip knowing so little, but expecting so much. It's not a reality yet. I have prayed that the Lord would send me into extreme poverty and pain since... well... forever. And now I'm GOING! I invite you to be in prayer with our team as we face an uncertain schedule and people with bruised and broken hearts. Pray the Lord will break ours first from our trivial stresses so that we have room in our hearts to take on the pains of our brothers and sisters and lead them to our gracious, peaceful, GOOD Lord!
Until June 4th... adios mis amigos americanos!
The moon, a small crescent, hung in the air. It looked as if someone had delicately hung it up there not long before. Any gust of wind could have quickly dismissed it from the sky. The silhouette of the mountains rolled along, at times exposing the moon's radiance, at other times masking it, but leaving a gentle, yet noticeable, glow. The peace was unable to be ignored, rest from my busy mind was unavoidable.
Suddenly, one of my favorite songs I have ever heard came on in the car. "He Loves Us" by John Mark McMillan... I have never listened to this song and not been left with chill bumps and an overflow of gratitude and humility. I sat there, holding hands with one of God's most beautiful creations, looking at the mountains... just thankful. The phrase "the Lord is so good" has rung through my head all day. God's not just good.... He's like mega-uber-super-good... like, scary good. I love the verse "Taste and see that the Lord is good." As an avid, dedicated food enthusiast, these words really hit the spot. (No pun intended.) For example, Jonny and I hiked Mt. Sentinel Friday afternoon. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that it is over a 3,000 vertical foot hike, but I might be. Anyway, I hadn't eaten for a while before our hike. When we were done at 7:30pm, i was ready to devour a value meal at McDonalds, a size I'm usually incapable of eating... but was able to that day. It's kinda like that. Or hot pizza on a movie night in with the girls. Or a cold treat in the dead heat of summer. "Taste and see that the Lord is Big Dipper ice cream in the sweltering hot summer." Yeah, it's just like that. Your mouth waters and you can't think of anything else in the world... ahhh...
As I prepare to leave for Haiti on Wednesday, I am left numb. I am excited to go into this trip knowing so little, but expecting so much. It's not a reality yet. I have prayed that the Lord would send me into extreme poverty and pain since... well... forever. And now I'm GOING! I invite you to be in prayer with our team as we face an uncertain schedule and people with bruised and broken hearts. Pray the Lord will break ours first from our trivial stresses so that we have room in our hearts to take on the pains of our brothers and sisters and lead them to our gracious, peaceful, GOOD Lord!
Until June 4th... adios mis amigos americanos!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
He is faithful.
so God does this thing where He is always right. (crazy, i know, right?) and He is especially good at saying "I told you so!" this time around, i'm actually waiting for the "i told you so, hollee. my timing is perfect" part.
today, my 2nd class was cancelled and as the day went on, appointment after appointment was cancelled. so i was left with all of this free time. though i have plenty of papers due in the next month i could have continued working on, i kept browsing through every job site this city has to offer. i have spent so much time on these websites, i can practically tell you what is posted on each and the exact reason why i am not qualified for which postings. every link to every position has turned purple from its original blue, a sign it has been visited before. after the same monotonous search continued for a few hours, i closed my computer and stared at my post-it note filled wall. "God, I'm available. I'm capable. I'm more than ready. Why is this not working out?!" i left for church, still clinging to my frustration and agitation with God, but covered it up for the time being.
now, flipping through the bible and reading other books while the preacher preaches isn't something new for me... i have an attention span of about 4 seconds and always find myself in levitical law or some genealogy or scrutinizing some map in the back. but for some reason, i became fixated on 2 john. this book isn't new to me, i didn't just discover it. in fact, i have a tattoo on my left foot from the 6th verse in that book. but i read it... over... and over... and over... then BOOM! one verse jumped right off the page, screamed my name, and slapped me in the face.
"...Anyone who gets so progressive in his thinking that he walks out on the teaching of Christ, walks out on God. But whoever stays with the teaching, stays faithful to both the Father and the Son.." -The Message
the NIV says anyone who "runs ahead" of the teaching of the Lord is in sin. Um, hello. THAT'S ME! all i can think about it everything else. everything else. money... a house for rent in my near future... grad school... full time job... law school. i fool myself into thinking i am present with the Lord, but how can i be when all i am thinking about is how i can orchestrate my future? i have a plan that i want to follow that would make me happy, would make my parents happy, would be manageable and practical. somewhere along the way i have forgotten that i was called here by HIM to complete a work HE has set forth for me. i have made everything 100% about me. but He always has something bigger. it's something that i can say to keep me hopeful, but the inherent truth of that is beyond awesome.
so... i got my "i told you so." this time, it's just before the fact.....
today, my 2nd class was cancelled and as the day went on, appointment after appointment was cancelled. so i was left with all of this free time. though i have plenty of papers due in the next month i could have continued working on, i kept browsing through every job site this city has to offer. i have spent so much time on these websites, i can practically tell you what is posted on each and the exact reason why i am not qualified for which postings. every link to every position has turned purple from its original blue, a sign it has been visited before. after the same monotonous search continued for a few hours, i closed my computer and stared at my post-it note filled wall. "God, I'm available. I'm capable. I'm more than ready. Why is this not working out?!" i left for church, still clinging to my frustration and agitation with God, but covered it up for the time being.
now, flipping through the bible and reading other books while the preacher preaches isn't something new for me... i have an attention span of about 4 seconds and always find myself in levitical law or some genealogy or scrutinizing some map in the back. but for some reason, i became fixated on 2 john. this book isn't new to me, i didn't just discover it. in fact, i have a tattoo on my left foot from the 6th verse in that book. but i read it... over... and over... and over... then BOOM! one verse jumped right off the page, screamed my name, and slapped me in the face.
"...Anyone who gets so progressive in his thinking that he walks out on the teaching of Christ, walks out on God. But whoever stays with the teaching, stays faithful to both the Father and the Son.." -The Message
the NIV says anyone who "runs ahead" of the teaching of the Lord is in sin. Um, hello. THAT'S ME! all i can think about it everything else. everything else. money... a house for rent in my near future... grad school... full time job... law school. i fool myself into thinking i am present with the Lord, but how can i be when all i am thinking about is how i can orchestrate my future? i have a plan that i want to follow that would make me happy, would make my parents happy, would be manageable and practical. somewhere along the way i have forgotten that i was called here by HIM to complete a work HE has set forth for me. i have made everything 100% about me. but He always has something bigger. it's something that i can say to keep me hopeful, but the inherent truth of that is beyond awesome.
so... i got my "i told you so." this time, it's just before the fact.....
Saturday, April 10, 2010
It's April. It's 32 degrees outside.
OK, people. I have BIG, exciting news!
I'm going to HAITI May 22-June 5!!!! with Easthaven Baptist Church in Kalispell, Montana. The group from Kalispell will be joining others from across Montana for that week and we are going with IMBStudents. Since the quake in January, Haitians have been fleeing the major cities, namely Port-au-Prince due to chaotic aftermath, looting, etc. Temporary “cities” are rapidly being built on the border of Haiti and the DR by these refugees. Inevitably, there are an innumerable amount of children in this situation whose lives have been devastatingly confused. Our job will be to bring a “sense of normalcy” to these camps for the kids. Students are asked to provide recreation, art therapy, manual labor, and any other tasks that come up as well as keep a flexible state of mind. As far as I know, our group will be providing english tutoring and manual labor for the week, though i’m certain more things will pop up for us to accomplish. If nothing else, our job is just to be available... but aren't we always supposed to be, anyway?
How I have longed for this opportunity! The Lord has called me to Montana, and I love to be present here and see what He is doing. I'm still so interested in living here in Missoula and finding out my role and this chapter of my life. But so very often am I distracted by my desire to be outside this country's borders. (Sometimes I wonder in Mom and Dad realize I'm serious when I talk about my hut in Africa I can't wait to build.) There is NOTHING that gets me as jazzed as taking God's love to the children around the world who don't have a voice. I am trying to be patient with that desire. Patient enough to finish school and be open to God's plan for now. Also. patient to be present in every moment, not always dreaming about the future. (That's probably my deepest regret in life thus far. Think of how often we dream of the future and don't let the present just be what it is. Then we are continuously disappointed because nothing is ever fulfilled because our thoughts are too far ahead of us.) BUT... I had spent some time in prayer asking God, if it was His will, to give me an opportunity to go sometime this year or next before I started thinking too seriously about graduation and grad school. And HE DID!!
Kathleen has already started fundraising around town, and I'll be joining her now. I'm going to be writing support letters this week and sending them out. If you want to help or know someone who would, please contact us! None of us have the means to afford this trip, but we are all certain that the money will come through. When I went to Mexico in 2008, our last dollars literally came in the day before we left and equaled the EXACT amount due.
In other news, I got to spend Spring Break at home in Nashville!! I had (almost) all of my favorite people and just had a blast. I wish there had been more time to just lay around the house, but it is probably good that I didn't. Leaving home this time around was so much harder than saying goodbye in January. I have only cried twice with homesickness since I moved here (and let me tell you, that in itself is proof that God is in control!! haha!)-- once at the infamous two-week-mark and the monday night after I got back. The coolest thing in the world is that I never doubt my purpose in being in Missoula. I often question what I should be doing, but never spend my time in "what if" thinking.
Now, if I could just convince my parents to move out west.....
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