To the Family of My Heart

I get to fundraise for my year at Lost Canyon.  It’s actually been a really cool learning time!  We’ve read this book “The Spirituality of Fundraising” by Henri Nouwen.  It’s awesome.  It talks about how fundraising isn’t about asking/begging for money because you don’t have it.  Fundraising is about people supporting you.  In any way! It’s about inviting people to be a part of what you’re doing.  Not everyone can go on a mission trip to a third world country, but any one can donate money, clothes, toiletries to the group going and still make a difference.

So I’ve written my support letter, made a list of people to send it to.  In the process of stuffing envelopes, I get to write a little note on the bottom of each letter.  It’s actually been really hard.  It’s hard because how do I articulate how much this family means to me in the bottom margin of a letter head?

The family friends who are no longer friends.  Just family.

The friends who love me and know me in my brightest and my darkest.

Those who have taught me more about the world and how to love it more than they realize.

The dear ones who have walked with me (and sometimes pushed me) through the refining fires of new and hard things.

Those who can say, “I’ve been there.  It sucked.  But you come out the other side.”

It seems silly to ask the people to “come alongside me in this new adventure”.  It’s as if they weren’t already there.  So I guess I should say this; “Dearest friend, please keep coming with me in this life.  Because by your companionship in it, I and others have learned and seen love.”


Up to Speed

It is funny/embarrassing to look back at previous posts on this page.  Thought about deleting them, but hey, that’s who I was and what I was going through.

Since summer 2k13 these things have happened. Junior year: by far the hardest, most tear filled year of school.  Summer 2k14: was bakery intern at Young Life’s Saranac Village camp; changed my life so hard.  Senior year: THE BEST.  Graduated and moved home: hard and good. Worked in a bakery: hard and good. More on some of these later, probably.

In this moment: been sitting in Mill Mountain Coffee and Tea so long my latte is room temp and I have listened to The Oh Hello’s new album twice.  Still living at home and loving it.  Working at Mac and Bob’s as a hostess and it’s one of the best jobs I’ve ever had, frankly.  I am a part of my home church and a new church and a part of and leading a Bible study.  Friends new and old.  Life new and old.

Speaking of new life.  I am moving to Arizona for (at least) a year to be a part of the year-long intern team at Young Life’s Lost Canyon camp!!! So excited and nervous and terrified and excited! I cannot wait for that time to come.  I’m excited for the opportunity to learn more about what full-time camp staff looks like and to learn how to live life out in SWUSA. I really hope I turn into a cowgirl. Or a cattle wrangler.  And I have a few ideas of what will happen after that, but I don’t actually know.  Much more on this later. Probs tomorrow. Or the next day.  Soon.

God is good.  And a little crazy-town.  He is the ultimate in safe crazy activities.  It may not seem safe or sane or expected; like moving across the country to work at a camp that you had honestly kind of forgotten that you had applied to.  But He is a full God that invites me and you into a full life.  Full of safety, adventure, love, hurt, friends, loneliness, grand slams and face plants.  Pour one out for the God of the universe.

“I know who you are now. I have always known you.  I know who I am now. And all that you’ve made of me.” — The Oh Hello’s ‘Dear Wormwood’