You alone, Oh Lord Created these hands Now I lift them in praise To you, the only one worthy You, my God Are my constant peace So now I lay before you My struggling broken flesh Come, Oh Lord Make yourself known here Now I will profess freely The name that I so love You were slain for my wrong Yet, somehow I forgot You persistently pursue me Yet, I tend to run Still you love me Still I don’t understand
I have a friend. (big surprise, huh?) She is a lovely soul. We’ll call her Florence, because that’s a pretty name. Last night, she and I had a magical time… It involved tire swings, country girl boots, and skipping through a field holding hands in the dark… You all just wish you could bring such magicalities into being. As always, there was photo documentation, tho’ not as much as there usually is… We were too busy having fun and laughing till our bellies hurt.
Today I was reminded of the future as I was looking at the past. I was reminded of how
captured my heart and broke it simultaneously. I was reminded that my life is the mission field. My job is to reach out and love. I am to love those who are broken, those who are whole, those who love back, and those who hate in return.
My life holds the unknown, but what I already know is that I plan to use whatever I do to serve the one who saved me; to bring light to the darkness, and to show the lost that there is a way out of the gruesome maze of life. It’s not all hopelessness.
I plan to serve Jesus in whatever I do.
My Pop is the absolute best!
Today I had a dentist appointment. After the dentist appointment, I helped him work at the farm. I picked some tomatoes, some peppers, and some eggplant. I also planted beets, zucchini, and squash.
Pop has an after farm tradition. Farm work means cream soda.
Today was absolutely no different. Pop pulled into the Greenwood Gourmet Grocery. We went inside and got our cream sodas. As we stood at the counter, waiting for our items to be checked out, I happened to spot this.
“Look, Pop!” I said, “Oatcakes! I think we need a picture!”
Pop: (Picks up package, turns it over in his hands, places it on the counter. Smiles warmly at me.) “Only so you can get a picture.”
Then the lady came and checked our items out.
Then Pop and I walked out of the store laughing about the how the drunk man had only gotten one pocket’s worth of his change. (It’s okay, you don’t actually have to understand…)
I just ate my oatcakes. They were fabulous.
Thank you, Pop! I love you!
My sisters are strange. So are their friends. For fun, they go out in the hot sun and build things in the woods.
Lately, it’s been a treehouse.
I thought that you all would like to know that today is Uncle Mike’s birthday.
“What does this mean?” You ask.
“This means that I get to tell him happy birthday in a blogtastic sort of way,” I tell you.
Note: This post features the magicality of hover captions…
My last day in Washington (August 14th) was quite nerdtastic.
Uncle Mike picked me up. He got quite confused while he drove. Then I did a dance move that made him choke on his Pepsi and spit it out his nose. Which of course made me laugh really hard…
After we had finally gotten to where we were going, (This included a few phone calls and checking the map in the door.) we parked and took some pictures. (What else would you do?)
Coolest. Place. Ever.
Such fun it was.
Then I went home and watched the news with my favorite Uncle Mark.
Then I went to the airport and flew home.
Finally, I would like thank my Washingtonian family.
- Auntie Shawna
- Uncle Mark
- Auntie Kimber
- Cousin Brandon
- Grandpa Roger
- Uncle Mike
- Libby (Yes, I count you among the chosen.)
- Uncle Randy
Dear Uncle Mark,
Here are some facts about you:
You like love cookie dough. Yesterday was your birthday. You love the show big brother for its brain-deadness and you are holding your breath till the next episode airs. You are also a member of the clean plate club, frequently eat every thing on your plate, and encourage me to do the same.
A fact about me:
I love you!