Walking. Praying. Admiring the flowers and bicycles.
Trying to “take more pictures and not look weird.” It was a good goal..
I remember being very exhausted and enjoying the quiet. Val, Han and I ate some truly amazing burgers then loitered in this spot watching the sunset.
Morning? Or night? It was hard to be sure at some points!
Peach granita and brioche. I’m getting emotional right now thinking of that delicious breakfast! Not pictured: espresso.
Plants and food.. what more do you really need??
I’m unpacking, going through pictures and slowly processing my trip. It is hard to know how to talk about it. I’m so glad I went, it was an incredible experience, but it was overwhelming in many ways. For today I’m just going to document one of many amazing meals.
It was our day off and the four of us friends had been shopping in the open air market, walking around, laughing hysterically, and just basically enjoying ourselves. We stopped at this restaurant for lunch.
Seated outside, on a lovely day, surrounded by stone and brick buildings, chatting with my dear friends, eating the most delicious pasta -and that tomato salad!!- words fail. It was all perfect.
And then it became TOO perfect.
Three street musicians came along and did a small performance of classic Italian songs. It was all just too good and I was overwhelmed! “Are you blushing???!” asked Valerie. “Yes, and tears are seeping out of my eyes!” I replied. I just kindof sat there, shaking my head, laughing at myself, and trying to take it all in. It was one of those moments where you have to pinch yourself to make sure it was real!
Kalyn, Frances, Valerie & Hanna.
I’ve put in a lot of steps, walking in the Netherlands and Italy. Places I never thought my feet would go!
Sometimes I feel like I should pinch myself: is this real?
I have seen much darkness, and great light. At times it is physically sickening for me to think of what my fellow humans are experiencing. Some things you can’t un-see, and I don’t want to. My prayer is, “Jesus, don’t let this pass too quickly from my mind. Just give me grace in the process.”
“This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil.” -John 3:19 NIV
“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” -Romans 12:21 NIV
I’m spending this 4th of July thankful for my country, and preparing to leave it for a few weeks.🙂
As I get ready to go to Italy some things seem really vital to me, and others don’t. I spent way too much time searching for my teal duct tape. And too little time on other, more important things. I have had plentiful amounts of rest, though. Soaked up all the quiet times when I was out at camp last month knowing my soul would need it in July. I’m so glad two of my best friends are going with me. We toss around the phrase “adventure of a lifetime” to refer to us going on this trip, and it’s honestly true. I can’t think too much about the way God arranged for us three to be doing this together because it is too great and mysterious for me to comprehend and I get all teared up.
Speaking of tearing up- yes, my emotions and empathy are running high. Earlier this week I said goodbye to one of my favorite clients ever, she’s moving far away. After 4 years of serving her and being friends, it crushed my heart to see her go. So, there’s that, as well as the usual life things that come up, and the courage it takes to step out in faith on a trip like this. Not to mention thinking of the refugees I will meet, the stories I will hear and all that I will experience. It’s a lot, and I don’t know what to expect. This doesn’t feel like something that just plunked into my life. It is something that I’ve been growing toward for years. I have this sense that it’s all on the table. All the tiny decisions made years ago are playing their part even now.
Two weeks ago I was back in my old town, where I lived between the ages of 8 and 15. I had some time to kill so I drove around my old stomping grounds. “Biking grounds” might be more accurate! I laughed really hard when I saw the hill we used to race down. Really it is barely an incline. Being on those streets amazed me, I remembered all our neighbors. The people I would dog-sit for and the houses where I would go to babysit. Where I would play with my brothers and friends. The empty lot. The park. The pool.
I thought I would always be a small town person.
Two days ago I was caregiving and the lady I work for needed to go into the bank. I pushed her wheelchair through the main doors. The sister of one of my very good friends was smiling and holding the door for us. She is one of the head people at this bank. We chatted and she helped my client with her banking business, all in a friendly, personal way.
I do live in a city now but I love it best when it acts like a small town.
Yesterday I met up with a lady from my church. Her daughter is spending the summer in Italy, where we have a church plant. We are sending teams of people all summer to serve refugees. This lady wanted to get a few things to her daughter, and I was the go-between. I brought them to the airport this morning when I went to send off and pray for some of my friends who left today. “I can’t believe I can hand this to you in a Hy-Vee parking lot, and it will be in my daughter’s hands in Italy in a few days,” she said.
In a few weeks, I’ll be back at the airport, this time with my passport, ready to leave for Italy myself! I don’t know what to expect. But I want to see with my own eyes. So I don’t feel like the refugee crisis is something happening far away, in other towns and cities, that doesn’t matter to me. I can’t bring it closer but I can go there. I can’t turn the whole world into a small town but I still might try.🙂
In the lonely stretch of February, my mind knew that the sun would eventually shine again and new leaves would grow. We’d hang up our coats and turn off the heat. We’d have parties on beautiful days like this one. I knew it but I’m not sure I 100% believed it would happen. Thank goodness, seasons change! It’s Spring, and what better time to gather with precious friends and celebrate a beautiful mom-to-be!
The food was top notch. We didn’t even set out with great food ambitions. The menu just developed over time into mini BLT’s… asian meatballs… chocolate covered strawberries, fruit salad and veggie tray and popcorn and cake… so good. (Thanks to Sarah and Kathy for pulling the weight and completing the “one job” I had when I abandoned it to socialize.)
This was a “friends” shower. We wanted to keep it simple and relaxed so we could all just enjoy being together! We did a silly mad lib, of course, and one other game but scrapped our other plans. It’s pretty unnecessary to do an icebreaker when you can’t get a word in edgewise. We didn’t have a theme, just the colors blue and green.
Oh this girl! I can’t handle the cuteness. We are buddies. Here we are sporting the pipe cleaner bows Anna made us. (Was it only yesterday we were having a baby shower for her momma???)
The spread. I was loving those flowers, too.
This is how I roll.
Val is giving me a bit of a “teacher at the end of the school year” face here, I think.🙂
Reaction to Anna’s crocodile! :)
We had fun! These are special times with goofy, amazing friends. God is good.
crafts to make and sell to raise money to help refugees.
making pancakes (and matching.. it was only kinda on purpose) with Val.
cards with family.
getting to see a really cool old violin belonging to my client’s family. (I never know what a day of caregiving may bring!)
new books to read.
new growth, I see it.
that there are no taxes on friendship. Because I’d quickly end up bankrupt and in federal prison. As far as friendships go I’m in the absolute top tax bracket, the 1%. I do not deserve it!
for delicious flavor and lots of it.
for Saturdays and Sundays when the world feels a little slower and simpler.
I’m thankful for new things.
I’m thankful for so much to do! In a good way.
I’m thankful for my wonderful siblings.
I am thankful that I have a good mystery to read.
I’m thankful for game nights and humility (I didn’t win!!).
I’m thankful for the times when I remember that this life, these ordinary days are precious.
“What God does in the tiny corners of our day-to-day lives is stunning and gorgeous and headline-making, but we have a bad habit of saving the headlines for the grotesque and scary.” -Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines
Today I’m thankful for the best everyday headlines in my own life.
In Sports: “TEE TIME: FRIENDS COMPETE IN BACKYARD WIFFLE BALL COMPETITION.”
Living: “CHOO CHOO, MARTIN IS TWO: FRIENDS AND FAMILY CELEBRATE” and “SPRING FORWARD: ANNUAL ST. PATRICK’S DAY FEAST CAME EARLY THIS YEAR.”
Food: “TEA TIME: FRIENDS GATHER FOR CONVERSATION” and “NO TRAIN WRECK: LOCAL BAKER CREATES MAGNIFICENT CAKE.”
Technology: “BROTHER’S INSTAGRAM VIDEO MAKES SISTER LAUGH.”
Outdoors: “FIVE BALD EAGLES SPOTTED ALONG PLATTE RIVER.”
Science: “SWEET TOOTH? RESEARCHERS INVESTIGATE POSSIBLE GENETIC COMPONENT.”