A Note from Mrs. Pilkvist

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...

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When You’re Not Looking… pt. 4

I think I texted my mom for like an hour, letting my inner teenage girl freak out for a bit. And as I laid in bed, I felt like God spoke to my heart. "Make your choice. Because once this starts, it's going to go fast." It was a bit of reality amongst all of the raging emotions. But I made my choice. I chose Benjamin.

When You’re Not Looking… pt. 3

It was time to put those words into practice. Saying I trusted God was one thing. But would I actually act on what He was asking me to do? That's what trust really looks like. And if I wasn't willing to do that, had I really come as far as I thought I had? I reminded myself of all of the times God had been faithful in the past and reminded myself that He would be faithful again.

When You’re Not Looking… pt. 2

During this time, Benjamin and I actually started to become pretty good friends. He was a volunteer at our base and just always seemed to be around and ready to hang out. He was the one skiing with me when I had my accident last year that put me out for the season. He came to the hospital with me and was a great support throughout that whole day and even through the rest of DTS. And before I knew it, we were just good friends.

Cultures

The other night when I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, all of the sudden the words from a Croatian worship song popped into my head. I know it's a song that's been translated into Croatian from English, but I don't know the English words. So as the words came back to me, I just stood in the kitchen, chopping onions and singing out the lyrics on my heart.

Sarajevo Round 2

Sarajevo, Bosnia. It's a beautiful city. In my opinion, at least. If you look close enough, you can see all the bumpy scars left from multiple wars - both in the physical and in the emotional. There's so much hurt left over from a country that was torn apart. To outsiders, it looks like no …