Check In

Hello all!

I have three pressing and drafts and a few new posts, but I feel that I need to “check in”.

I have a bit of  a paranoia when it comes to saying too much about myself, (I don’t need any stalkers, thank you.) But I had the urge to write life… especially since I’ve been writing so many short stories.

SO this post is called check in for numerous reasons. 1st, I’m checking in with you all (whomever you may be, I flatter myself.) 2nd, I have recently gotten home from a vacation that required much checking in.

Vacation was lovely. We took it upon ourselves to see more of the US than we have ever… and all in a vehicle. Thank heavens for “Green” by Ted Dekker, and the BBC Pride and Prejudice. Fortunately, I am of the disposition to enjoy road trips, and despite having to sleep in a bucket seat, each state we visited charmed me in its own way.

In Arizona we saw the Grand Canyon. Despite being told numerous times that it was the result of the Colorado River and millions of years, you cannot look at such splendor and mistake the hand of a Creator and enough cosmic power to result in such a chasm.

In California I finally made my way onto a surf board. I tried to convince myself that refusing to surf because I was afraid of sharks was akin to refusing to hike the Grand Canyon because I was afraid of mountain lions. (Don’t think about that too hard). The beaches were really beautiful, though. However, I enjoy seasons. As much as I enjoyed the surf shops and beach bums, I’m not a Cali girl. I’m not skinny enough anyways.

Utah was by far my favorite… though, the fact we were staying at a ski resort could have had something to do with that. Though I didn’t have my skis with me, I was able to revel in the irrational delight of being a “ski person.” We also saw Pirates: On Stranger Tides, and I enjoyed it. Haters gon’ hate.

New Mexico has strange clouds.

Mount Rushmore was inspiring. (Teddy is my favorite face). ((And chipmunk)).

The only place I found difficult to enjoy was Vegas. The roof top pool, pause-able TV, and virgin piña colada I drank were pretty much the only perks.

The thing I particularly like about long vacations, is how your home takes on a familiar newness… or new familiarity. You’ve been gone so long you look at everything with a fresh eye, but it feels so comforting to be back where you belong.

I swept my room today and I feel complete. Summer, bring it on.

P.S. I’m memorizing the book of John.

Keep your head in the clouds, love~




To Do the Things I Never Dared

Almost exactly a year ago, I took a missions trip to Nicaragua. Today as I was perusing through the pictures and reminiscing, I felt the familiar sting of tears hit the back of my eyes. I miss it.

For one I am not able to go back this year which already has me mopey, but all this also has me in a reflective mood. I need to spew some of these stories for my own sanity and I hope you will take something away from it as well.

I am not a tentative person, I have a natural lust for adventure. I am not reckless… but I am most certainly not one to shy away from a challenging situation. This having been said, today I was pondering over the fact that, even though the normal things one would think would stun a foreigner didn’t inhibit me, I still look back now and think, “I really did that. That really happened.” Almost looking on as one reading a book or watching a movie. Sometimes the pictures stun me more than actually having been there does. It brought to mind the “I have confidence” song from the Sound of Music. More specifically the part where Maria belts out, “To do the things I never dared!” Allow me to add to this line with “And to feel the things I never dreamed.”

I was fully ready to meet the stark culture shock with stoicism and resolve, which I did. But what I never expected to happen is that now, one year later… the people I met, both good and bad, young and old, still have a pull on my heart. I did the things I never dared, and yeah, cool, great, I’m really happy I accomplished that. But really, who cares? The smallest smile I gave to a person I never even talked to in the market could have had a bigger impact than anything else I did on that trip; AND I’LL NEVER KNOW.

I realize this whole post is rather jumbled and cryptic… but if you come out of it with anything, come out of it with this… Go! Do the things you never dared, but touch someone’s life while doing it. Without love we are nothing.

So, to end this post on a lighter note, I will write my top ten list of “Doing the things I never dared… in Nicaragua.”

10) Catching hypothermia our first night in our concrete rooms. Someone failed at setting the cooling unit’s temperature.
9) Giving the 3/4ths of a Big Mac I couldn’t eat to two children outside of a McDonald’s. I will never look at one the same way.
8) Having two men reach in my bus window and begin stroking my arm… no! no! VAMOS!
7) Sitting on our concrete balcony,watching thunder storms roll in like clock work every night; amazed every time.
6) Helping care for a woman who passed out from heat stroke.
5) Praying for a little boy in the middle of a marketplace.
4) Haggling with shopkeepers at said marketplace.
3) Zip-lining… I can’t even begin to describe
2) Finding it normal to: Not flush toilet paper, not have a toilet seat, not have toilet paper, not have running water, sleep in a bus, greet with “Hola” answer with “Si” thank with “Gracias” and pardon with “Lo Siento”, never look a man in the eye.
1) Describing a raccoon to someone who had never seen one before 🙂 <..>~

Go… Love… Keep your head in the clouds~