Well, it’s official…Christmas in Moldova 2012!
This was her face when she found out ❤
This is what I want to do when I grow up.
Have you heard of The Adami Tulu Project?
There are still children that need to be sponsored!
It’s only $19 a month, make a difference in a child’s life ❤
I came across these pictures today and realized I had never posted them!
I took these for Grammie and Pops as a Christmas gift from Marie.
These goobers love each other so much ❤
World at Large, Modes Mouse
Ice-age heat wave, can’t complain.
If the world’s at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn’t stop.
You don’t know where and you don’t know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain’t got no plan.
We’ll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well I’ll float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I’m making the most.
The day’s get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven’t got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn’t know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn’t understand.
I know that starting over is not what life’s all about.
But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud, I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
Have I mentioned I love Gungor?
This is one of their songs that just amazes me.
Truly, making the music.
Oh my goodness.
I can’t even explain to you how this little video tugs on my heart ❤
Mercy surprised us all and said my name the morning I left Moldova! I had been prompting her for weeks to say “dohdoh” but she would just laugh at me and spit. Yes, it sounds like “dada” sometimes, but she definitely repeats what she thinks is “dohdoh” when prompted! I especially love when she whispers her response and then giggles at herself…
Love this kid to pieces.
This last month was spent alongside my best friend, her husband and their precious babies as they moved to a new country. It was quite the adventure filled with newness and beautiful memories. The days were filled with laughs and sister time, venturing out in freezing temperatures, spending nights sleeping with my 3yr old niece, and the mornings sipping coffee and watching the little girls love on each other.
Saying goodbye was perhaps the hardest thing I have yet to do in my life. This road that I’ve been asked to walk is far from easy. I feel empty and alone at times, but I do know that my God has the best in mind for me and my sister. He loves us, He knows what He’s doing. Who am I to resist?
One of my best friends growing up sent me this song this morning. It speaks to me, encourages me, reminds me that my reactions need to continue to praise Him throughout each day.
How Emptiness Sings, Christa Wells
Brother, he’s suffered like a tree taken down
Wept as he witnessed his dreams carved out
And how can a man just keep walking around
With his heart full of holes
His bow is on the strings
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings.
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
Hmm, hmmm
Sister carries her loneliness
In a hidden hollow inside her chest
And sometimes all that she wants is an end
To the long, long night
Her bow is on the strings,
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings.
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
I haven’t been asked yet to walk the hard roads
Still there’s a sense of deep loss in my soul
In the middle of a party, I’ll just want to go home.
My bow is on the strings,
I’m beginning to learn where to find the words
To the song that emptiness sings.
Ooh, bow is on the strings.
Glory to God! Glory to God!
This is how emptiness sings, oh,
This is how emptiness sings.
San Fran. International Airport - see you in 3wks USA!
If you haven’t heard of this organization, take a few minutes to check out their website and even buy their sale items!
{beautiful gifts for under $10, yes please!}
The founder, Shanley Knox, is a good friend of mine…so I benefit in more than one way buying from Nakate. I’m helping women in Uganda, getting beautiful jewelry and I know it’s helping make a difference in the lives of those Ugandan women and I know it’s encouraging to Shanley to see her organization grow.
Go take a look around Nakate’s website and maybe buy a few gifts for this next year!
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