One Year.

We measure a lot of things by time. Classes, work schedules, distance traveled; all in time. We celebrate many occurrences in time: birthday and anniversaries.This year, I have many things to celebrate as November 25th comes around. One year ago I landed in the JFK airport in New York, New York, United States. Minus a quick layover at LAX, it had been 11 months since I was on US soil and boy was I happy to be home.I remember the day we found out when we would be back in America. We were all called into the house the 30 of us were staying there for big meeting. Some people had already guessed it was for us to know when our flights were but not everyone knew, myself included. When our squad leaders told us, I didn't get it at first until most people started shouting with joy and crying of the impending end of this wonderful journey.My first days back were a blur.My first drive: I was by myself and actually drove on the wrong side of the road in most of my neighborhood.My first breakdown: I had just had dinner and coffee with a friend and got back to my car where there was a thin layer of ice on it. I freaked out, started crying and yelling; I was no longer on the sandy warm beaches of South Africa but in the cold winter of Indiana.My first trip to the store: I wanted to buy enough food for 7 people, since that's what I was used to buying. I couldn't believe all the options and prices. I was a bit appalled.My first day back at school: Didn't happen on the actual first day of classes. A huge snow storm had blown through the night before, I had a panic attack on the drive in and had to turn around. The next day I tried again and made it. It was a blur of remembering how to take notes, talk with people, make small talk, study.This year hasn't been exactly what I imagined it to be when I was on the field dreaming about Home. It was more and less than I expected. I value family and friendships more than I ever have. I make sure to keep promises that I make. I value the words I say and think. I value my time more than anything.I have learned to truly dream once more, like I did in those days when I would sit in my hammock in Costa Rica staring at the fields. I have begun to sing and dance like I did on the rooftops of the Dominican Republic and Guatemala. I have continued to seek the Magical in the Mundane like I learned in Asia.Life is still life. It doesn't stop just because you leave.Crazily enough, I knew this season of coming home was one of Rest. No matter how much I wanted to keep going and traveling Papa was calling me home to Rest in the Nest before I caught flight once more. It's amazing how when we look back at something we see just how much God has been planning since the beginning.As this season of rest is coming to an end, as I count down the last few days of school until I graduate; I am remembering just like a year ago, how much I have learned this year. This year was one full of dreams, boldness, and love.My dreams of Resting came true. My dreams of understanding Home can true. My dreams of putting down Roots came true. Now I am taking my dreams into this next year of being Fully Alive, Being Bold, and Loving like there is nothing to Lose.One Year. So many memories. So much more to come. Remember where you've been, it will guide you to where you will go.

Like a Fall Leaf

Fall is by far my favorite season.I love all the colors, the way the weather changes, the way my heart feels.This year, Fall seems to be hitting me differently. Sure, I love it. It's beautiful and magical, but this is also a season of immense change. In just a few short weeks, I will be graduating college (PRAISES!!). After the holidays I'll be heading out to Los Angeles, which is truly an amazement. I have dreamed of going out West and now I am, plus partaking in a stellar internship!But among all of these changes, I am struck with one thing, Fall Leaves.The other day I was in a hurry. Almost everyday I am in a hurry. As soon as my alarm goes off in the morning, I hit the ground running and hardly stop until I am home after work and going to bed.Much like any other day, I hit the ground running when I woke up on my day off. I decided to go to Starbucks (yes, sorry, but I was in a hurry, and what is Sbucks known for? Speed) to get some coffee before I went to see family. After one of the longest times waiting for my coffee, 20 minutes to be exact, I was out the door and heading off to see my nieces. While I was waiting, I strangely wasn't in a rush. It was just seemed to be how my day was going, "So I'll be a little late, that's not new by any means." I thought as I drove off.On one of the most beautiful tree lined streets in Fishers I was on, I just couldn't help but stare in wonder at the all the trees and their changing colors. It seemed like just a few days ago they were all bright green and I was wearing shorts and a tank top and we were heading to the pool. Now I was bundled and the trees were bundling inside, getting ready for winter.As I was driving, I distinctively heard God whisper in my ear, "Just as the leaves draw in their nutrients for the coming months, what are you drawing deep into your soul?" This hit me so hard. What am I drawing into my soul? What does this next season mean for me? How am I wanting to grow? I don't have the answers, but I know one thing without a doubt: I want to stop hurrying. I want to be able to sit and enjoy a cup of coffee without looking at my watch. I want to enjoy stopping to talk with a friend I haven't seen in a while without having to worry about being late for work. I want to go out with my family and enjoy my time with them and not worry about all the homework that is still waiting of me to finish.Here's what I am going to do:I'm going to stop planning all that I have to get done. It's overwhelming to be honest and just makes me stressed. I'm going to live each day as it comes, sure I'll still plan to do things, but I'm not going to plan every moment of the day until I fall into bed too weary to even enjoy a meal.As the holidays are quickly approaching, think about what you are taking into your soul for the next few months. Maybe it's preparation in seeing family, or a change of a job or location. Whatever it is, set yourself up well for what is to come. Make time for the small things, like watching the sunrise; but don't forget to take time for yourself, for your soul. 

Mary and Martha Moments

You know the age old story and debate between Mary and Martha. The ultimate question, "Are you a Mary or a Martha?" There's pros and cons to both. I can remember the sermons that were taught when I was younger pointing us towards being like Mary, sitting at Jesus's feet and devouring every word. It was not until this past year that I was challenged to look at the life and heart of Martha in those fateful moments.

Which is when I realized that oftentimes we are not one or the other, we are both.

But here are just a few Mary and Martha Moments from England.

To The Martha's:

When two of the church pastors welcomed us at the airport in hugs and by name.

When my host opened the door in smiles to greet us, offered us tea, and welcomed us to shower, sleep and eat.

When I didn't have a drink in my hand and instantly someone would appear with water, tea, or juice all for me to choose from.

When a new friend offers to drive you to another city so you can explore.

When a new friend takes you down country roads to experience the 'stereotypical' english countryside.

When a new friend takes you on day adventures to see other sights.

When a new friend goes with you and acts as a tour guide.

When a friend saves the last of the berries for you for breakfast.

When a friend gets you a smoothie.

When a friend ensures there is veggie food for you to eat.

When a friend lets you take the first shower after a long day.

When a new friend takes you drives you to a whole other country to take you surfing.

When a new friend goes exploring in a new city with you.

When a friend takes the stereotypical tourist photos for you.

When a family invites you into theirs.

When a friends makes you home made traditional food.

When a friend is a friend.

To The Mary's:

The friend who listens to your story.

The friend who listens to what is puling at your heart.

The friend who speaks wisdom and truth over you.

The friend who hears your hearts desire and celebrates with you.

The friend who listens to you and God when you speak.

The friend who shares wisdom.

The friend who does not judge but listens and guides.

The friend who stays up way past midnight to talk about life and theology.

The friend who shares her story as you share yours.

The friend who speaks life into the passions you have.

The friend who asks you questions about your life.

The friend who wants to get to know you.

The friend who encourages you.

The friend who laughs and smiles and jokes around with you.

The friend who prays for you.

The friend who prays with you.

The friend who is a friend.

To both my Mary's and my Martha's:

Thank you. I have always known that in my life I am often times either Mary or Martha in a situation. You showed me that you can easily be both. Sure, some situations ask for being one or the other, like hosting a pudding party or listening to a friend. But deep down, in your heart of hearts, you are both and you do both wonderfully.

You life live the way that Jesus has called each and everyone of you to do. You are raw, real, loving, loved, honest, beautiful, friendly, kind and full of passion.

Thank you for showing me how to be a servant and how to live for God in all that you do.

After England

I’ve been back on US soil for a good 36 hours. Yes, I am definitely still jet lagged. Yes, I still talk a bit funny. Yes, I will probably forever be using the slang that I learned. But that’s not what this is all about.For 14 days, I lived in one of the most beautiful cities my eyes have ever seen, Bristol England. I am unbelievably blessed to have been able to join the team that was going out there to work with Bristol City Center Church (BC3) for a few days. Each day we went into the city center (a giant mall) and sang songs and one girl shared her spoken word about her testimony. It was like nothing I had done before which is why I want to share it.I don’t travel just to see new places, it’s a huge perk, but that’s not the whole reason behind my heart of going. My heart longs to meet new people, those that may be broken or hurting; get to know their story, their wants, their joys, and their fears. Share with them the love of Jesus. It’s pretty simple when I think about it, but in actuality it’s quite hard.I have never thought that ‘evangelism’ was my ‘thing’. I’m an awkward human being and yes I speak of Jesus a lot because of what He does in my life, but the thought of leading someone to Christ and asking if they know who He is, sends my feet the opposite way. Until this trip.We stood in the middle of the street and sang songs of praise to the Lord. We spoke of His love for us, and told those standing around who stopped to listen just how much God loved them and wanted to get to know them more.It was life changing.For the sake of those I met, I will not share any names, but I would like to share a few high points of meeting these beautiful people.We met those who wanted to know more of this ‘Jesus’ person. They asked questions and were curious.We met those that suffered from depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, cocaine and marijuana addictions.We met those that just wanted to know how much they were loved and cared for.I heard stories that made me cry. I heard stories that made me laugh.I have a special place in my heart for those that I met and I hope and pray that these last weeks will not be the last time that we get to have meaningful conversations.God is doing big things in this World. We each have a chance to be apart of it.I hope you’ll join in.All My Best,