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.
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.
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.
That was crazy. Only crazy people did that. You don't just marry someone after knowing them for six months. That's just a bad idea. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't a question of if I was spontaneous enough or daring enough, but rather it was a question of if I was willing to trust God that much. Was I willing to just jump when He told me to? Not because I was necessarily sure, but because I trusted Him completely.
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, 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 …
Sorry guys... It's been too long. I'd say it's been busy here (which isn't a lie) but that's not an excuse. So here's my written apology and my commitment to you: I'm sorry for not communicating well and I am going to strive to do better. My goal for this upcoming season is to post …
Mr&Mrs Pilkvist - 17.09.2016 SFDTS 2016! Staff Training Amsterdam Trip!
We're back in Davos, friends! Traveling went well and now we're ready for the adventures ahead!