August 16, 2008

• my pebbles

  while i was in the the US for an extra three weeks and a day, figuring out my visa and plane ticket issues, i started making a list of my “pebbles” or things that i found each day that were special, and reasons why i was where i was. here is some of it:

  *riding my bike downtown. multiple times. in the rain.
  *sleeping on the trampoline with John.
  *typewriter. the clicks sound like rain on a tin roof.
  *e-mails. the encouragements of others.
  *grocery shopping for mom. for some reason, i really like doing this.
  *small projects. painting. tearing up stuff. repacking my stuff nicely.
  *swimming. even if i did manage to lose our entry cards.
  *seeing Anna off to Chicago.
  *cleaning the house and organizing stuff. like grocery shopping, this is strangely theraputic.
  *resting/time with God.
  *reading…a ton of books. like “Walking with God” by John Eldredge and “Peter Pan in Scarlet”
  *meeting/talking with lotsa people at church–having a church
  *going to the county fair. missed the State fair though. by a day.
  *Chicago. what more can be said?
  *being with Anna…the girl is the big e word. ahhhh!
  *meeting cool people in Chicago like a pirate and Tyler the kid and girls who do not shave their armpits.
  *learning the whole “being social” thing. again. and again.
  *jumping off the rocks in Lake Michigan.
  *offering to adopt a child.
  *imagining being a mother.
  *becoming a vegetarian.
  *recieving the prayers and love and support of people i don’t even know.
  *falling in love with McDonald’s parfays.
  *Vegas with Erica.
  *Taco bell with Daniel.
  *Smoothies with Carina.
  *Subway with Xakk.
  *Mexican with the Gilliams.
  *Chinese with my family–including Donovan.
  *Pastor Carr preaching.
  *camping with John and my dad.
  *talks and tears and prayers and sharing love with Daisy.
  *giving my testimony at the mission.
  *Jane Austin and Carina.
  *getting second goodbyes.
  *feeling peace.

  there was a lot of life in those days. i want to live my whole life like that. God, don’t let me forget the lessons learned. let me cast my bread upon the water.

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