I was just scrolling through my own Instagram page. Call me lame if you want to, but I love doing that. It’s the highlights from the last few years of my life and it’s just fun to look back on what’s happened. Old adventures, happy memories, sad goodbyes. As I scrolled through the photos I’ve been …
After sending our students and staff out to change the world, we were finally up for some time off. So we jumped on a jet plane to Sweden to enjoy some quality time with the Mr.'s family. We had two fun weeks relaxing with family and friends and I finally got to experience some Swedish …
I was instantly overwhelmed with panic. I ran out of our little house and into the base to find someone to help me figure out what to do. Luckily, our base leader Judy was a nurse before joining YWAM. At this point, neither one of us really knew what was going on, but we were both assuming appendix. He was laying on the floor right inside the door of the house, almost in tears because of the pain. He wasn't breathing well, he was panicking, and every once and again his body would just seize up with the pain.
Disclaimer. None of what you are about to read is real. Don't get me wrong, it was a very real experience for me. But the following did not happen in real life. I'm amazed at the creativity of our imaginations!
This is what I mean when I use the word projects: Most couples adopt a dog or a cat to have something to take care of and share. It gives them something to do together, something to talk about, something to love. Whatever the reason, it's a project of sorts. It might add the possibility of more work and responsibility, but that gives us as humans a sense of belonging... It gives our lives some strange sense of meaning.
The atmosphere changes and people realize that they're about to be encouraged. A slight tension still lingers as they quickly realize they also have to give encouragement. For some reason we all love to be encouraged, but it's hard to give encouragement. We feel too vulnerable in that moment. Awkward, even. We feel like we might get it "wrong" - like encouragement could be a bad thing. So there's a long pause. No one wants to speak up first and yet everyone wants to be the first to get encouraged.
As it turns out, alone time can actually be healthy. (Who would have thought?) Especially in the "preventative" sense. Instead of waiting for the crisis, when I end up almost crashing, it was actually way more satisfying to spend at least an hour or so each day alone with my own thoughts and Jesus. No music, no TV, no podcasts, no other sounds. Just the heaters clicking every so often and the sound of my own breathing.
We've already had some cool experiences. I can already see how people have grown. And it's only been two weeks! It makes me so excited for what's ahead. There's no way to be sure of what God is going to do over the next 6 months, but I do know that it's going to be good.
A few weeks into the year and I have already realized: Good intentions only get us so far. I've been struggling to find a way to make these things stick. Because even if they do sound like silly New Years resolutions, I actually want to change and grow in 2017. But how can I do that?
Apparently writing blog posts is the last thing on a person's mind during their honeymoon. Huh. Who would have thought? But, naturally, the proof is in the pictures...