October 21, 2011
Number One: WordPress has amped it up, so hip right now.
Number Two: I love bethany. I love the people and the food and the dorms and God has given me a peace about being here. Thank you God.
Number Three: I just got a letter in the mail from a sweet lady at my home church. ZOMGZ! People that care are just the best. There is something are written notes and letter that make it all the more meaningful, Thank you nice lady.
Number Four: I am going to write her a letter back and then I will write someone else a letter. You should too! Share the love.
October 13, 2011
Friends are the best! No, seriously!
I have this one… and she is very sweet and kind and she did a little post about my room on HER blog, go check it out, here!
October 1, 2011
Hurrah! The leaves are crunchy and yellow and it is finally October.
This month is the very best month because of that crisp joyful and thankful atmosphere.
I just got back from a mission trip in Saskatoon and the Lord was all around it. I am really asking God to be here now. Show me the beautiful things of where I am.
September 20, 2011
You know what I love?
I love taking artsy notes. I love it when my words become something nice to look at.
Mind you, this is not smart when taking notes in a lecture.. I am a distracted being.
I love cleaning the dryer lint out of the trap.
I love that I am going to Saskatoon for a mission trip. We are going to live in the apartment complex that we are working in! We are going to be living within the community. Different backgrounds, cultures, ages. Hooray for cultural mosaics!
I love these pictures.
September 13, 2011
I got a blog in the first place because I knew that I would want one when I was in School this year. And now I am in school and I can’t blog.. Well I am now. BUT STILL.
BLAGHH, School is crazy busy. I guess all you intellectuals know that, but I am a lounger. I lounge I love it. I even lounge and do homework… then I fall asleep.
So last night there was a coffeehouse in our main building, they had some singers and a team making lattes and other drinks that I know how to make too! And I was skyping my parents when my friend came down the hall and said there was an open mic. So you know me. I took it. And I think it went pretty well. My parents even heard me through skype.
I guess there is one point for michelle in the social game.
I have also joined the Cafe ‘committee’ and we will be making lots of drinks. It’ll be good for me. I miss starbucks
So I am making some headway, but I still adjusting to smalltown Hepburn, really missing the fam back in Cow-town. But it sure helps to have my cousin here.
Yesterday I spent all day with her and it felt like home. I was so appreciative, I even took some carrots home from her garden.
God is here. I feel him. He just wants to get under my skin, I think I could allow that.
Well, that is kind of what is up as of late. No time today for artistic flair via blog. Homework time.
September 6, 2011
I am here. I am here. I am here!
Can you hear me from way over to wherever you are?
Finally in Saskatchewan after months of anticipating. It’s scary to be here, in the unknown. So many things are being thrown my way and I am tryin’ to catch it all. OY.
Super homesick. Skyping mama soon.
Wish me luck.
August 29, 2011
It’s funny how single days can drag on, but to look back at a year…
I can’t believe how 2010-11 has tumbled on through. I remember my first day at Starbucks. I was terrified of the unknown and as my Pops dropped me off at the door, I gathered the courage to ask him to pray for me.
That was one of the best things I have ever asked for, as soon as the amen sounded, a gate opened, for me to be me, for God to work through me, for me to create some of the best friendships I have ever had.
I wasn’t hesitant to take a year off after high school and I am so glad for it. I had time time time for me and others and for God to prepare me for what is to come.
Ahh seasons. I love the idea of change, only as soon as it come ’round the corner, I am a blubbering mess.
To every season, turn turn.
time to plant and a time to uproot.
Oy, time to pack. ; )
August 25, 2011
I had a dream that my mother was sick and she didn’t have much longer, in fact ‘tomorrow’ would be her last day. The whole dream was covered in this grey cloud and I couldn’t seem to shake it.
The whole night was restless for me and everytime I drifted back to sleep, the dream resumed, only it felt so real.
The last thing I remember was my mom outside on our patio with the clouds hovering, and there were hundreds of people circled and huddled around her, shoulder to shoulder, so tight with their arms wrapped around eachother, trying to keep out the cold. And they were praying, such a fervent prayer.
I was watching from the window, displaced.
That was how it ended and I woke up so troubled. I got to work early the next day to tell my friend about it, and I was surprised to see that I was really emotional about it.
I don’t know if it has to do with my going away from my family, separating from my mom as I move away.
Or even the disconnect I have been feeling with the Lord. As if I am watching this community of believers standing together praying for eachother, and I just can’t seem to face the cold out there and huddle up with someone, be vulnerable.. act on something that matters, worth fighting for.
hey, if you are reading this, pray for me.
August 19, 2011
I had one today.
Listening to Sara Bareilles.
August air being chilly enough for a sweater.
All reminds me of fall, and that is a very goodgoodgood thing.
especially the pumpkin spice.