russia.
oh what an achingly beautiful place.
their fingertips touched my heart somewhere between the endless hugs and shy giggles and outstretched hands. i'll always carry their little-child passion for jesus and eternal trust, their hopeful, innocent expectations.
i went to serve some little children, but instead they served me.
i wanted to pour myself out for jesus, but instead he filled me so completely.
the camp.
precious family. the ones i would always pick first to just be with. they are hilarious and honest and deep and inspiring. and i got to be with almost all of them for a week. we laughed until we cried and soaked in that rare sun and breathed cold mountain air. we cooked in that tiny kitchen and rolled back the livingroom rug and danced to ray charles and canoed under a blanket of stars. we teased and pushed each other in the lake and climbed, jumped off, and slid down waterfalls, wakeboarded, read, stuffed our faces, and appreciated the gift of each other.
LA.
alabama girl meets california. i flew out to LA with hardly a clue as to what i was getting myself into, but everything worked out, the way it always does, in a pretty fantastic way. i got to see alot of the city while working and laughing and debating with the other global fast fellows. i came away so deeply inspired and filled with hope for the future. making a difference is so very simple. its time we changed the world.
home.
packing, packing, packing. my life is reduced to 4 bulging suitcases. and i'm finally getting excited about it. visiting em in auburn was really :just: what i needed.
everything is changed now, and i might as well accept it. staying here longer would just be sad, since everyone is gone. for so long in the middle. not really home, but not really there. but before i know it, all these changes will be permanent. wow.
oh what an achingly beautiful place.
their fingertips touched my heart somewhere between the endless hugs and shy giggles and outstretched hands. i'll always carry their little-child passion for jesus and eternal trust, their hopeful, innocent expectations.
i went to serve some little children, but instead they served me.
i wanted to pour myself out for jesus, but instead he filled me so completely.
the camp.
precious family. the ones i would always pick first to just be with. they are hilarious and honest and deep and inspiring. and i got to be with almost all of them for a week. we laughed until we cried and soaked in that rare sun and breathed cold mountain air. we cooked in that tiny kitchen and rolled back the livingroom rug and danced to ray charles and canoed under a blanket of stars. we teased and pushed each other in the lake and climbed, jumped off, and slid down waterfalls, wakeboarded, read, stuffed our faces, and appreciated the gift of each other.
LA.
alabama girl meets california. i flew out to LA with hardly a clue as to what i was getting myself into, but everything worked out, the way it always does, in a pretty fantastic way. i got to see alot of the city while working and laughing and debating with the other global fast fellows. i came away so deeply inspired and filled with hope for the future. making a difference is so very simple. its time we changed the world.
home.
packing, packing, packing. my life is reduced to 4 bulging suitcases. and i'm finally getting excited about it. visiting em in auburn was really :just: what i needed.
everything is changed now, and i might as well accept it. staying here longer would just be sad, since everyone is gone. for so long in the middle. not really home, but not really there. but before i know it, all these changes will be permanent. wow.
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