thoughts from church this morning.

Two lines from songs we sang at church to ponder and let hit home.

"I've finally found where I belong,

I've finally found where I belong,

in your presence."

I'm so caught up where I am physically. America or Africa. That I don't worry about what is really important. Being in His presence. His presence, with Him, is where I will be truly happy. If I were in Africa without Him with me I wouldn't be happy. If I continue to live here in America without Him as part of my everyday life allowing Him in I wont be happy.

"Your Love it never fails, it never gives up,

it never runs out on me."

No matter what He loves us. He loves you. He loves me. He loves the orphans with no families in Africa and He loves the children with computers and too many toys to count here in America. He loves those who are put together and He loves those who are falling apart.

I want...

I miss Africa.

America doesn't fit anymore. I am blessed to have been born and raised here. Free of all the hardships that my dear loved ones in Africa experience everyday. But I don't want to live here.

I want to be in Africa.

I want to walk down the street slowly and not feel like I'm being left behind.

I want tea to be a normal part of your day.

I want to bring what I have to give and share and show the Love of the LORD to those who don't know it.

I want to hold that child who never gets held.

I want to dance and sing at church and not be the only one.

I want to be able to walk down the road and stop and talk to people about how they are doing and have real conversations.

I want to watch children play in the streets with sticks and tires and not in their homes watching TV.

I want to look into the eyes of children who are desperate to look into anothers' eyes.

I want to drive on the other side of the road.

I want to pack my pack again and set off to change peoples lives and have my life changed in the process.

I want to bring light to the darkness.

I want to share the Love and truth that I know with anyone who will listen.

I want to be in Africa.

Having an oven again.

So being away from the oven for a bit. (I was in Uganda with an amazing team of girls doing mission work for a month) It's great being back and able to bake. Here are a couple pics of what I have made. Also to the list is blueberry galette, Raspberry galette, salted chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, and cream cheese cookies with jam.

Rubarb Pie. Meringue added later.

Apple Blueberry Pie.

Being honest.

Do you think honesty has ever hurt someone?

I like to consider myself honest and real. I let people know how I’m feeling and what is going on in my head.

But could that hurt me?

Waiting.

So I’m in waiting.

Waiting for what way I will be going next.

I have graduated from culinary school. To some this means that I should go out a get a job in the food industry. But that is not where my heart is.

So where is my heart?
AFRICA. orphans. speaking truth. bringing light to the dark.

All may ask then why did you go to Culinary School? Well the answer to that is easy. The Lord told me to. I will do/go/be anything that He tells me to. I know that in the future my heart for missions and my heart for cooking will collide. What that looks like I have my dreams and hopes. But I am willing to lay those down for God if He calls me to it.

So what am I waiting for.
Specifically, I'm waiting to see if the Lord is calling me to Ga. I'm waiting to see if leading mission trips is something that He is calling me to. Or is there something different.

But honestly in all of this, I don’t want to be working where I'm working and living where I'm living. I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A RUT!!

This Blog is all my flesh. Some days it will come out more than others. I want a place where I can be honest. I have another blog but this one is for me and those I want to share it with and those who stumble upon it.

A failed summer.

Well in the department of getting rid of our pillowcases. This summer was one filled with long work days, adventure, and time spent with friends. The summer went by fast and now both sisters are looking at another year of school starting. One is in Traverse City the other in Alma. For both its the final year (well the little one has to do a semester of student teaching too).

Hopefully they will keep this blog going though its doubtful that it will be about pillowcases.

To dye or not to dye

So this week didn't bring about an amazing or creative craft. KT is teaching bible study next week so she dyed some of the pillowcases to be used for crafts. One set will be capes and the other pillowcases in which the kids will but their foot prints. Pictures of the crafts will be taken and be posted later.



Sometimes life is busy and crafts don't take priority. Kt and Becca went strawberry picking yesterday and the pillowcases should have made it to be knee protectors in the patch but the forgot to grab a couple.

The results of week one.

So the pillowcases are finished. They aren't as bringht as we would like. So we are going to try again. But they came out pretty well.

see.

Lets Dye them.

So for week one's craft we decided to Tye Dye the pillowcases. Kt and Becca each did two pillowcases one for themselves and one for their future little brothers. Their parents aren't pregnant with twins but instead are hosting two exchange students this next year. So after picking up dye at the store and rubberbanding all of the rubberbands that they could the dyeing commenced. Below is the dying portion on this week. The final products will be posted later.