January 6, 2015

my 100th blog: highlights of 2014

Wow, you've all endured with me for 100 posts!  And this year, you can look forward to more posts about God, about Amsterdam, about my upcoming adventure (more to come!!), and also about culture.

But, for now, I'd like to present you with the pictures that define 2014 for me!!  =]

And you can expect a blog on Saturday, about my plans for 2015!!

This year was amazingly beautiful.  

I had great times with guests in the cafe.

I went to beautiful places like Roest.

I took care of a baby!  (And I really miss Gregory)

I saw views like this every day since June!

I saw gorgeous places in Haiti.

I took care of inspiring, fun kiddos.

I was blessed to be loved back by them.

I celebrated Christmas with lovely people!


I spent a week with my friend Hannah, before her wedding!

I biked everywhere.

I left a rose on this monument to LGBT who were persecuted in WWII.

I enjoyed long hair and my ukulele.


I was the cutest Easter Bunny.

Anne Frank's house.

I was best friends with a 2 year old.

Quincy

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A new nickname - Boby.


Emily's lovely bridal shower!

Blowing Kisses!



Visiting my mom in Florida!


Bachelorette parties!

I was baptised!

Anna Beth sent me on a crazy adventure.

I played Sardines!

I saw beautiful beaches.

I went clubbing for the first time.

I fell in love with selfies.

Me and my cousin, Jenna!

I visited friends in Lexington!

I made my own frappucinos!

I visited my friends in Bowling Green!

Some people take a smiling photo with Anne Frank... I'm actually a bit disturbed by that, but I did get a picture of her with a yellow rose that Alexandra and I left at the statue.

Birthdays are fun!

Mike's friend gave me this awesome crochet elephant!

I roadtripped with Jamie to South Carolina!

And met some otters.

I went to a really lovely wedding, of my BFF Kristen!

I moved to Amsterdam!

I hung out at Westerpark.

I worked with some awesome cleaners.

I was surprised in sweet, little ways.

I lived in an adorable room.

I destroyed a guitar!!! Yesss

I worked two minutes away from this gorgeous church!

I met people crazier than me.

I laughed until I cried.

I started cutting my own bangs.

I learned more about cooking!

I took a couch from the street.

I made friends with the loveliest people.

I worked with this awesome staff.

I was in Kristen's wedding!


I went to Harlem with these lovely ladies!

I was blessed by thoughtful people.

I organized awesome events in the hostel, and

    
I really enjoyed them myself!




I can't believe how many beautiful moments, places, and people I've known this year.  

Here's to another great year for each of us!

December 23, 2014

further in

New Year's Resolution:  Blog once a week!

So, I hate starting every blog with an apology that I never blog.  But I just want to say that I appreciate everyone's prayers and financial support for all the places that God has taken me so far!  And here I am in Amsterdam, and this ministry sure does keep me busy.  But still, I want you all to know what's going on and what God is doing!

I relate well to travelers, to people who aren't exactly sure whether they're coming or going, to people who struggle to answer the question of "where are you from?"  I, myself, hesitate to say whether or I'm from California or Kentucky.  Whether I came to Amsterdam from the states or from Haiti. Whether or not I'm going back to the states when my time here is over.  Actually, I'm happy to go wherever God calls me, and I'm content not knowing that yet!  (But pray for that!)

I think that working in a hostel requires even more faith than working in an orphanage.  I mean, before I could say "I really see how this girl has grown" or "God is doing so much in her life."  And here, most of the people I interact with are here for one or two days.  Sometimes a week, rarely a month.  But everyone leaves.  Of the 30 staff members when I started, only one or two are left.  And new people are always coming.  I feel like I'm usually just planting the smallest seeds and hoping (as with real plants) that something will grow somehow.  But in the end, they always check out, and I'm forced to put it in God's hands and hope that He'll put other people in their lives to show them the way.

And He will, but they may still not listen.  As one of our former cleaners told me "people don't like to think."  And I think it's true about a lot of people.  I think questioning the purpose of our existence is one of the hardest things to do.  Because when you come face to face with the question "Does God exist?" you're also face to face with the question "Is there nothing?  Is it all meaningless?"  To avoid the latter, we avoid the former.  We'd rather live on a surface level and be content with our lives the way we are - whether we find meaning in our jobs, ourselves, our relationships, etc.


Being here, I've had so many conversations about God; I've told my testimony a million times.  I've heard questions I never even thought about before, and sometimes they're not questions I can easily answer.  And those questions force me to look again at those two questions.  But when you go deeper into hard questions like - "Is it all meaningless?  Does God really exist?"

And I know there is a truth.  I mean, we're not talking about a cat in a box that is dead and alive at the same time.  God is this or that or both, but He's not either.  Do you know what I mean?  God is good or he's evil or he doesn't exist or he's sometimes good, sometimes evil, but you can't say He's either.  If I believe in a trustworthy God, and you believe in a manipulative one, there is no peace there.  We can't agree to disagree; one of us is wrong and one of us is right.  And if you think it's an important question, then you have to ask it.

So what I'm trying to say is that if you let yourself live in a constant battle of these questions, you'll find the truth.

That God exists, He's good, and He's passionate in His love for us.

“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!”

November 30, 2014

mosaic

i'm strong, like a mosaic
a million broken pieces, a collage
that only makes sense when you see it all at once
truth is, i'm as broken as you
but i will dance in the midst of missing puzzle pieces
because life never gets perfect; it wasn't meant to be
i can't wait for the answers that never come
or wade through the mess and confusion
i'm trapped in the walls of my own mind; aren't we all?
even if i got out, the world wouldn't make sense to me
we could walk 100 years and still be ourselves
we'd add lots of colors
beautiful, broken shards of glass

someday we'll get there
put it all together
see ourselves from far away
and the mosaic will make sense