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Sometimes we can’t see past our fears long enough to actually LIVE our lives. Sometimes we fear SO MUCH that we would rather NEVER FEEL anything ever again than risk having a dream. I am guilty of it all! I’ll be honest, it’s 7 months into our dreaming-moving-shaking-life here and sometimes I wonder if I…
This afternoon we got out the Diana Mini, filled it with some expired film we found in Grandma’s freezer while in the USA, and had one of our best afternoons ever romping around the garden. Myles has been begging for his own camera for awhile now. The Diana Mini was my Christmas present from Coffee…
Last night I was jet lagged and sad. So sad, in fact, that this is what I wrote: Pieces of me are all over the world. Right now my life feels like a messed up, screwed up, piece of travel warped craziness. 32 hours. 5 Airports. A frozen tundra when we enter, a tropical heatwave…
I miss my dad so much and I am sad that my boys won’t be able to share their lives anymore with him. No weddings, no college graduations, no great grandchildren to let grandpa love…and yet it so painful because we shared so much before he passed…and then I reflect and am grateful…for those moments shared. I read your post and my heart ached for yours and I want you to know that there are people that care about your sacrifice. Of course our Savior cares, but we do too. Thank you sharing the light of Jesus in a dark place.
Rachel, glad to have you in my cheese filled boat! Thank you 
Once, after evacuating Somalia and moving through two more countries before settling in our fourth, I wrote (forgive the cliche!): “If home is where the heart is, mine is all over the world. In pieces.” Your first line reminded me of this. It is a sweet and tender pain.
We are back in Burundi (holy-moly-jet-lag-Batman!) and I have been nervous and excited about sharing these film images with you. We are finally back online, my husband BOUGHT ME A DESK (that’s a huge deal, as I was doing all my blogging, editing, writing, etc. from the couch or the bed or the table), and…
Lou, that’s amazing. Krystal, we’d LOVE to have you 
THANK YOU for the kind words!
oh my gosh. I am ready to fly to Burundi with my three children so you can photograph us. these are so lovely. heart you and your heart!
This year I’m learning to use the Illustrator program to create CADs of garments. Lets hope it works. I’ll show when I finally do one all on my own! Hey Friend howz Burundi land?
Right now I fell like crying. I am on the phone. On hold. Right now. With a company that doesn’t care about me. Frustrated, at boiling point. About to loose it. Over customer service. Over a package that didn’t arrive. That’s when I know… The leaving is getting to me. It does that. Everybody wants…
Thank you! You are both right!
It is friend, it is. I so get it, the crazy packing, the chaos of it, but it is worth it. That I know 100%. Focus on the big picture that God loves you more than you will ever know and He has got this. Don’t focus too hard on the suitcases, that will just make you want to throw them:)
Kristy,
Your honesty is refreshing. When I think back over your past year of blog posts, I can see that when you are most broken and anxious, God lifts you up and carries you over a threshold that terrifies you. And on the other side of the door, you share with us the most beautiful stories of his power and provision.
Praying that this will be another of those threshold moments where you feel his arms take over.
Michelle
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shannon kelley - Love you!!! So needed to hear this today! Just keep swimming, just keep swimming;)