We can breathe through this

black ink-

it won’t be enough.

enough to start a gasping for air,

but not for life,

not for quiet.

We can fill a page with these drops-

it won’t be enough.

enough to make questions,

but not to find answers,

not for rest.

We can watch the sky and write,

can breathe this black ink

but it won’t be enough.

needs a title. 

I'm back in the states.

Not ready to type about it
but I do want to TELL people.


soon.

whirlwind

I had a great six weeks at home.

now I'm in LA, at training for my summer trip to Europe to teach English. I didn't realize the gravity of the "teaching english" part at all. That's hefty stuff, teaching. I definitely admire teachers a lot more now, and realize that I definitely don't want to be one for life.

I've made it through four and a half days of training, and it has been more bumpy than I had imagined. I was pretty confident coming into it, that they would train me in what I needed to know, and that I was capable.

now I'm not so sure. I've gotten very good feedback on my lessons for practicum, but I still panic every time I have to write one. I think it's partly because we only have about forty five scheduled minutes for planning. The rest happens during our lunch and supper times.

I like my team, but I didn't realize how tough it would be... There's going to be really no alone time, since we can't go anywhere alone. I'm struggling with lots of things.

It is a good stretch.

Now it is 11 and I am trying to research conflicts in Serbia for my presentation tomorrow. I have no motivation after this whirlwind day- week.

Tonight a few of us went to Rite Aid and it was great to get off campus for a walk.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to do laundry.

It's going to be an incredibly difficult summer, and I can already see God working.
:)
Ups and downs, Jesus had them too.
Love,
Phoebs

Gifts

I learned, too late to raise the money, that I should be bringing $300 with me on my trip this summer. I was annoyed to learn so late, and stressed about having enough. I could afford to take three hundred out of my bank account, and did (well, 250) but not happily. I don't have any money going into the account, and not a ton in there to begin with. So I stressed.

Today, June 15th, two days before I leave, one of my mom's best friends handed me five twenties. An hour and a half later, a neighbor gave me a check for $200.

The exact amount my organization wanted me to have.
All in one day.

As usual, blown away by God's kindness and generosity~ and the faithfulness of his people.
___________________________

If nothing else, this trip is going to open my eyes to God. and that is enough.

When I do not give in to fear, I am so excited. 


I know this trip is going to be intense and alarming and overwhelming. I know I won't be comfortable and it will be hard. Life changing usually is. I know that if I lean on Jesus, it will be glorious too. I know that if I remember that I am not doing this for myself, or any person, but only for Jesus, amazing things will happen in my heart.

I was not made for fear. God knows...

God knows.

She is home

I run to her house like we were never apart. Give her papa a hug, toss my bag on the floor, and I am down the stairs. Wrapped into a huge hug. We are together again.

We spend the rest of the afternoon, evening just being. We don't have to entertain each other, we just do what we do and one of us tags along, poking and prodding and hugging the whole time.

After supper I play with her hair, attempting braids. We talk of boys and God and the world. We wrestle with what we believe, cover every topic we think of. We go deep, everything is deep.

And then when night settles in thick, I walk her to the alley and we sprint to our houses, giggling loud so we can hear each other arrive safe. Safe from raccoons and coyotes and owls. It is a silly thing to do, we are silly. :)

She is home.

Sunday Community

Trying this. Posting a picture and a verse or two.

Acts 28:31
He proclaimed the kingdom of God and taught about the Lord Jesus Christ—with all boldness and without hindrance!


I think normally that's all they post with this. But I want to say a few things. It's my last sunday at church in this place, for a while. I decided on a whim to get prayed for, I usually don't, I'm pretty timid when it comes to that stuff. But I'm going on a trip, that's a good reason I thought. 


Anyways, she said she saw me in my element. And that gave me peace.


I've been thinking a lot about not being afraid. I know G doesn't want me to be afraid.


And then there was a pastor from a bumpy place, and his faith is basically life or death, and my pastor offered to have him pray for boldness for us. So I was prayed over for boldness too. 


It was a beautiful morning. 


I'm ready. 
(I mean, ha, no I'm not. I still need material things and I'm never going to be 100% there, not till Home... but you know. Ready enough to run with this.)