God is so good.
I've been wanting to post for a while, especially because I haven't been posting very frequently recently, but honestly this week has been a little overwhelming and frustrating at times and I didn't want to whine. So now that God is pulling me out of the slump, I will write about the past few days. :) This week, the middle school group was a little bit taxing. Several of the kids are loud and often disruptive, and some of them just don't want to participate in anything. So all of us middle school staffers had practice with patience, and I wasn't doing very well. On the outside I was fine, but on the inside, especially a few days ago, I felt worn out and frustrated. I've also been feeling overwhelmed with things I want to do and relationships I want to invest in--this goes back to the lessons God is teaching me about humility and my humanness and fallibility. I can't do it on my own! (The original post is here.) I want to be someone who is always filled with the joy of the Lord, shining his love and light to everyone I interact with, no matter how tired or grumpy I may feel because of things in my life. There were several days this week where I didn't feel like that and Satan took the opportunity to try and discourage me further. Let me just say something here. Satan wants us to fall away from God. He wants us to try and be self-fulfilling. He does discourage us and allow frustrations to affect our attitudes. But God is more powerful. Jesus came to destroy the work of the devil (1 John 3:8), and he will protect us. We need to decide to put our trust in God and not in ourselves. I prayed Romans 16:20 which says that the God of peace will soon crush Satan underneath my feet, and God began to refresh my spirit. Last night after the kids left I felt exhausted and a little anxious for today. I was going to go to bed and journal to God about all the things that were making me feel crappy, but instead I talked with Masai, my sweet Panamanian sister in Christ, for a while and I went to bed feeling ready to release my anxiety to God in a positive way, rather than dwelling on it.
The lesson for Friday mornings is about transformation. Every week for this session, high schoolers and middle schoolers come together and a couple leaders share testimonies about how God has changed and transformed their lives and present the gospel message. I am assistant supervisor for middle school, and I'm in charge on Fridays because the supervisor (the fantastic Brea!) is off, as well as another middle school leader who's been here for three years. I also led worship this morning for the first time in my life. Today is an important day and it could have been pretty overwhelming, and last night I wasn't feeling very ready. But.
I can't do it on my own.
I gave my day to God. I asked him to use me and the other leaders to speak to the kids. I asked him for energy and humility to take on the position of supervisor. I asked him to give my voice strength for singing and speaking because I really beat it up yesterday. And this morning, God was so present. Worship went really smoothly and I wasn't nervous at all, and the other leaders on the "worship team" did great too. Rhett, one of the high school leaders, and I shared our testimonies, and then he used the story of the prodigal son to demonstrate God's unimaginable reckless love for us. At the end, we played music for a while and we went around to pray with individual kids. It was incredible to see kids talking and crying and praying with leaders. I pray that they will keep in mind what they heard today and grow to understand how much Jesus loves them and wants to be in relationship with them.
When I look back at who I was a few years ago, it is crazy to see how much God has stretched me and now has me doing things I never thought I would be comfortable doing. A few years ago, I didn't like singing by myself around my friends because I was self conscious of my voice. I hated speaking in front of groups. I had never shared my testimony and didn't think mine was that interesting. I didn't understand what it meant to give God all control and trust him. Now, I love singing with and for people and leading worship was fun, not nerve-wracking. God prepared me to be ready for this summer and now I can serve him with music. I am comfortable speaking in front of groups and I enjoy it, whether it be leading a game, giving a presentation, or sharing my story. I have written many versions of my testimony over the past couple years but as far as I can recall, I have never spoken it to a large group before this month. I know my testimony is valid and relatable because God has transformed my life in a way that is meaningful to me, and I can share with others how I learned how much I need him. And I trust God with my life. Of course it's not always easy and I sometimes have power struggles with him (of course he always wins)--but I know that his plan prevails. He can do immeasurably more than I could ever ask or imagine, and if I delight in him he will give me the desires of my heart and the humility to let his love show through me.
There is one more thing that God drove home yet one more time this week. This is a lesson that I know is true but still fight.
Our deepest desires and needs for love, acceptance, guidance, and protection cannot be met by other people. Human relationships are extremely important and God definitely intended for them to be beneficial, enjoyable, and stretching. But, as I'm sure many of you can relate, when things get tough, often all I want to do is hang out with people and talk about my situation and try and fix the problems. This may be fine for a while, but nothing will change unless I go to God. Last night I was not mentally ready for today, and in my humanness, I just wanted to go be overwhelmed and talk to people. But I knew that that wasn't going to help me. I needed the Holy Spirit to fill me with his love and patience and boldness and joy--and that's not gonna come from any person except Jesus. So when I went to bed I finally surrendered to God's nudging and whispering "Come back! You need me!" Alright God, you win.
I need God. And when I go to him for help, he comes through. Every time.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Waves
The past couple days, the ocean water has been abnormally warm. Not warm by most standards (especially people who think beach = 80 degrees and sunny with crystal clear waters), but certainly not the absolutely chilling temperature that the Oregon Pacific usually is. Anyway, tonight a few of us summer staffers went down to the beach to play in the water and it was so much fun! I've been going to the beach my entire life, and last night and tonight were the first times I can ever remember the water being warm. We rode the waves and stood through them and dove under them. The sun was setting and shining through the clouds on the water and it was beautiful. None of this really has anything to do with anything but I just wanted to share because I enjoyed it so much.
I actually do have something that I've been learning that I want to write about. I was going to try and relate it back to my title about waves because waves are all unique and different but now my brain is so tired that I can barely write at all, let alone make clever cohesive connections. Haha. At least I can alliterate. Anyway, after two years at a Christian school and now being at Cannon Beach with a bunch of Christians, I have learned that true, Christ-following believers can be SO different from each other--but that doesn't mean one is more sincere than another! Every Christian has different strengths and struggles and very different personalities and interests. God created each person with a unique purpose that only they can accomplish because they are their own unique self, and just because I can't relate to someone about a particular thing or disagree about something doesn't mean one of us is a "better" or more sincere Jesus-follower. I think it's so cool to come into a body of believers that is so diverse but has one goal: to grow closer to God and impact others for his kingdom.
I actually do have something that I've been learning that I want to write about. I was going to try and relate it back to my title about waves because waves are all unique and different but now my brain is so tired that I can barely write at all, let alone make clever cohesive connections. Haha. At least I can alliterate. Anyway, after two years at a Christian school and now being at Cannon Beach with a bunch of Christians, I have learned that true, Christ-following believers can be SO different from each other--but that doesn't mean one is more sincere than another! Every Christian has different strengths and struggles and very different personalities and interests. God created each person with a unique purpose that only they can accomplish because they are their own unique self, and just because I can't relate to someone about a particular thing or disagree about something doesn't mean one of us is a "better" or more sincere Jesus-follower. I think it's so cool to come into a body of believers that is so diverse but has one goal: to grow closer to God and impact others for his kingdom.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Strength to the weary
I think this is actually going to be a somewhat shorter post. We'll see how that goes.
Today was the first full day of teacher training for all the program staff. Over the next week, we will be in training all day every day, learning games, how to work with different group dynamics, leading initiatives, and meeting with the other leaders in our age groups. Today we pretty much played games all day--name games and gym games. Ironically, one of the games had a part where we had to think of an embarrassing moment. Well, I generally don't get embarrassed so I was at a loss. The only thing that embarrasses me is when my body does something I can't control, like a snotty sneeze (sorry if that's too graphic for you all--it's only happened once or twice, I promise!). Anyway, the reason it was slightly ironic is because not even three hours later I had my chance to be somewhat embarrassed, and instead of trying to forget it I'm just going to post it on my blog for the world to see. Good idea, right?
Kay so we were playing this game called link tag or something and I'm not going to explain but basically I didn't understand the game which meant I was doing a LOT of running right off the bat because people kept tagging me and I didn't know how to save myself. For those of you who don't know, I am ridiculously out of shape and lots of sprinting does not make my lungs very happy. I finally figured out the game and was able to take a break from running. I was lightheaded and was seeing black spots. My throat absolutely burned and my eyes were watering. I had to go get water and sit out the next game. That's one of those things like, seriously, who does that? I couldn't even run more than a little without my body freaking out on me. I wasn't really that embarrassed I just felt really lame. So there you have it. More motivation to start running this summer and get in shape. Woohoo!
After that game session, I came back to my room and I was reading Isaiah 40. I came across the verse that says,
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
Then it goes on to the verse that says even youths stumble and fall but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength, etc. But the part that stuck out to me was the fact that God does not grow tired and weary. Think about that! There is rarely a day that goes by that I don't feel even a little tired or sleepy, and when things get busy I sometimes feel downright weary. Today had some of those moments. But God never gets weary. That is an amazing attribute of his that I never really thought about before. I can't imagine never ever getting tired and weary. Luckily when I do, I have God to encourage me and give me strength. :)
Well would you look at that! I actually wrote a relatively short post. I keep forgetting to write this in my other posts but if you read my blog, any part of it, I would love it if you comment with what you think! Or even just to let me know you read it. :) thank you!!
Today was the first full day of teacher training for all the program staff. Over the next week, we will be in training all day every day, learning games, how to work with different group dynamics, leading initiatives, and meeting with the other leaders in our age groups. Today we pretty much played games all day--name games and gym games. Ironically, one of the games had a part where we had to think of an embarrassing moment. Well, I generally don't get embarrassed so I was at a loss. The only thing that embarrasses me is when my body does something I can't control, like a snotty sneeze (sorry if that's too graphic for you all--it's only happened once or twice, I promise!). Anyway, the reason it was slightly ironic is because not even three hours later I had my chance to be somewhat embarrassed, and instead of trying to forget it I'm just going to post it on my blog for the world to see. Good idea, right?
Kay so we were playing this game called link tag or something and I'm not going to explain but basically I didn't understand the game which meant I was doing a LOT of running right off the bat because people kept tagging me and I didn't know how to save myself. For those of you who don't know, I am ridiculously out of shape and lots of sprinting does not make my lungs very happy. I finally figured out the game and was able to take a break from running. I was lightheaded and was seeing black spots. My throat absolutely burned and my eyes were watering. I had to go get water and sit out the next game. That's one of those things like, seriously, who does that? I couldn't even run more than a little without my body freaking out on me. I wasn't really that embarrassed I just felt really lame. So there you have it. More motivation to start running this summer and get in shape. Woohoo!
After that game session, I came back to my room and I was reading Isaiah 40. I came across the verse that says,
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
Then it goes on to the verse that says even youths stumble and fall but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength, etc. But the part that stuck out to me was the fact that God does not grow tired and weary. Think about that! There is rarely a day that goes by that I don't feel even a little tired or sleepy, and when things get busy I sometimes feel downright weary. Today had some of those moments. But God never gets weary. That is an amazing attribute of his that I never really thought about before. I can't imagine never ever getting tired and weary. Luckily when I do, I have God to encourage me and give me strength. :)
Well would you look at that! I actually wrote a relatively short post. I keep forgetting to write this in my other posts but if you read my blog, any part of it, I would love it if you comment with what you think! Or even just to let me know you read it. :) thank you!!
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Mi nuevo amor
I have never said anything about this on my blog before but it's about time. First of all, I am going to Guatemala in the fall for a semester, where I will live with a host family, volunteer at a hospital for credit and experience, and learn Spanish and a new culture. It will be an unforgettable experience and I can't wait. But I haven't always felt super excited about it which is unusual for me. Normally when a new experience is in my sights, especially one involving travel or medicine, I am on cloud nine, thinking and talking about it, and planning for it many months in advance. I had no doubt that I would love my semester in Guatemala, but I just wasn't very excited. I think a big part of that was the fact that France and French are so dear to me, and I'm always wanting to speak French and return to France. So trying to resign my brain to the fact that I now need to learn Spanish, and the fact that my family is returning to France without me, was hard. But God (who can do immeasurably more than all we can ask or imagine!!) had a way to get me excited for Guatemala.
I have really clicked with the Costa Ricans and Masai (the Panamanian). I hang out with all four of them and it is a wonderful thing. All of them are happy to teach me Spanish and answer my never-ending stream of questions: How do you say fork? Knife? Spoon? How do you say I want ____? How do you say I am hot? Cold? Etc. (By the way, these are the answers, respectively: El tenedor, el cuchillo, la cuchara. Quiero ____. Tengo calor! Tengo fría!) Yesterday, the five of us went with a couple other CBCC staff to hike and play on another beach, and visit the Tillamook Cheese factory! It was a great day and we all had a lot of fun, and we ended with Dayra cooking us some Costa Rican fare: pollo, frijoles negros, arros, y salsa (chicken, black beans, and rice). Yum. By the way, my blog is now going to have random Spanish words all over the place. Hopefully more as the summer goes on.
Today Masai, Giancarlo, Esteban and I took the bus to another beach town for the day. I had so much fun listening to them speak Spanish (muy rapido!) and try to pick out words here and there. It's interesting that I can be with them speaking Spanish the whole time and not feel left out. Normally if I was with a group of people conversing with each other and I couldn't participate--especially if it was another language--I would not feel very included. But that is not the case! They still are perfectly happy to talk to me in English, and Dayra also told me that they appreciate being able to speak Spanish to each other without me feeling awkward of left out. I love it. God put these amazing people in my life at the perfect time, and I am so, so thankful.
I am falling in love with Spanish language and culture.
I can't wait to be able to speak it! I'm learning fast, and if I study hard this summer I might be able to speak pretty well by the time fall comes around and I move to Guatemala. Today I bought a Spanish Bible (Santa Biblia) and I can't wait to read it. I keep a notebook of all the words and phrases I learn so that I don't forget them, and I'm already remembering things. I can even make a few simple sentences! My mom sent me some index cards and I'm going to start studying hardcore, drilling verbs and vocab. I am so motivated to learn this beautiful language. I've grown up hearing Spanish so much that I never thought it was that interesting, but now I love it and I am SO EXCITED to learn it. Oh God. You never fail to come through with plans more amazing than I could ever imagine.
ME GUSTA ESPAÑOL.
Dios es muy bueno.
I have really clicked with the Costa Ricans and Masai (the Panamanian). I hang out with all four of them and it is a wonderful thing. All of them are happy to teach me Spanish and answer my never-ending stream of questions: How do you say fork? Knife? Spoon? How do you say I want ____? How do you say I am hot? Cold? Etc. (By the way, these are the answers, respectively: El tenedor, el cuchillo, la cuchara. Quiero ____. Tengo calor! Tengo fría!) Yesterday, the five of us went with a couple other CBCC staff to hike and play on another beach, and visit the Tillamook Cheese factory! It was a great day and we all had a lot of fun, and we ended with Dayra cooking us some Costa Rican fare: pollo, frijoles negros, arros, y salsa (chicken, black beans, and rice). Yum. By the way, my blog is now going to have random Spanish words all over the place. Hopefully more as the summer goes on.
Today Masai, Giancarlo, Esteban and I took the bus to another beach town for the day. I had so much fun listening to them speak Spanish (muy rapido!) and try to pick out words here and there. It's interesting that I can be with them speaking Spanish the whole time and not feel left out. Normally if I was with a group of people conversing with each other and I couldn't participate--especially if it was another language--I would not feel very included. But that is not the case! They still are perfectly happy to talk to me in English, and Dayra also told me that they appreciate being able to speak Spanish to each other without me feeling awkward of left out. I love it. God put these amazing people in my life at the perfect time, and I am so, so thankful.
I am falling in love with Spanish language and culture.
I can't wait to be able to speak it! I'm learning fast, and if I study hard this summer I might be able to speak pretty well by the time fall comes around and I move to Guatemala. Today I bought a Spanish Bible (Santa Biblia) and I can't wait to read it. I keep a notebook of all the words and phrases I learn so that I don't forget them, and I'm already remembering things. I can even make a few simple sentences! My mom sent me some index cards and I'm going to start studying hardcore, drilling verbs and vocab. I am so motivated to learn this beautiful language. I've grown up hearing Spanish so much that I never thought it was that interesting, but now I love it and I am SO EXCITED to learn it. Oh God. You never fail to come through with plans more amazing than I could ever imagine.
ME GUSTA ESPAÑOL.
Dios es muy bueno.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Conferencia número uno
I had a somewhat rough first full day at the conference center. For someone as outgoing as me, this was kind of surprising. But it is always hard to come into a group of people who already know each other and feel included right away, no matter how friendly everyone is. That first day was a completely necessary part of getting to where I am now. Like I said in my last post, God is my constant and I depended on him during that first day of training, meals with people I had barely met, and the first session of conference with a dozen toddlers!
I'll let that be the transition into my first conference: CBCC's first ever military family conference. I was assigned to work with two- and three-year-olds for the weekend. I didn't know what to think when I heard that because as much as I love toddlers, trying to keep 12 of them happy and engaged for 3 hour stretches can prove difficult, especially when working with people that I have only known for a few hours. But I came here this summer to serve others, not myself. I'm sure I will have fun for the most part, regardless of where I'm at, but there will also be times when I'm doing a boring or hard job or working with people that I don't get along with very well. God is so funny when we ask for things. I ask for humility and selflessness, and he says "Okay, I'm going to put you with people that your personality clashes with so that you can learn to put yourself second, and give you opportunities to practice grace and Christlike love." Then I ask for patience and he says "Alright, here are some hard and frustrating situations that you can't handle unless you have patience and trust me!" These lessons are hard to learn (HARD), but God has already molded me and changed me in the past couple years and I can't wait to see what else he does in my life to enable me to serve him and love others better.
Anyway, the weekend conference for us staffers consisted of four sessions with the kids for a total of about 12 hours with 12 two-year-olds. I was very grateful for my years of babysitting and teaching in 2s and 3s at church, to say the least. We had some really great kids and I really enjoyed my time with them. There were a couple little boys that were often very unhappy to be away from their parents, but most of the kids were happy and very cute. One of the little boys, age 3, is arguably one of the cutest children I have ever seen--and I've seen a lot of children. He is super smart and intuitive, and he has the cutest big brown eyes and long eyelashes, and he is just adorable. GAH. I had a lot of fun with the kids--playing with puppets, eating "food" prepared for me, reading stories, doing crafts, flying around in the gym (human airplanes), and just being silly. Oh, and changing diapers. LOTS and lots of diapers. Luckily I don't mind changing poopy diapers because there were times when I would go to the changing table to change one, and there would be another kid waiting in the doorway as soon as I finished. I finished every session smelling like diapers. Yum.
By Sunday, my third full day and the last day of the conference, I felt almost completely acclimated. Part of this was because one of the other staffers working in 2s and 3s got sick and only worked Friday night and Saturday morning, and I stepped up as unofficial leader. I always enjoy leading, and it's a good challenge for me to practice humility and grace! After 3 sessions hanging out with the kids, we were really starting to get to know each other so they were happier and more well-behaved on the last day--some of them were sad to leave us! Aw it literally brings tears to my eyes to think that I'll probably never see any of them again! It was such a blessing to spend my weekend with those sweeties. In addition to the kids, I also feel like I belong as a part of summer staff. It didn't take long, even though the first day had a few hopeless moments. I'm glad I trusted God and toughed it out! This is going to be an awesome summer. There are some really great people on summer staff and I am super excited to see what the next few months hold.
Okay let me just take a second and say THANK YOU GOD FOR AUTO SAVE DRAFTS. I just hit delete a couple times and thought I just lost my entire post. Phew.
Well this post was getting really long and I was going to just make another one to break it up a little bit, but if you've gotten this far we might as well keep going. I just looked at my previous entries and I can't believe I haven't ever mentioned the fact that I'm going to Guatemala this fall for the semester! This is an important detail because it relates to two awesome people that God put in my life this summer. I don't know any Spanish besides basic greetings, counting to ten, "This is a blue line train to Gresham," "Where is the bathroom?" and "I have a friend who loves me and Jesus is his name." So living in Guatemala with a host family and working at a hospital where no one speaks English would be pretty challenging with only those phrases. I'll be taking Spanish there, but I was hoping to learn a little of the language over the summer.
Here's where God blew my mind. I found out a couple weeks ago that two of my three rooomates for the summer are international, from Panama and Costa Rica. NATIVE SPANISH SPEAKERS. Is God good or what?? I wasn't even asking for something like that and he just plopped this amazing thing right in my lap! There are also two guys from Costa Rica but I've only briefly met them. The two girls, Masai and Dayra, arrived this weekend. I haven't had the chance to get to know Dayra yet, but Masai, the Panamanian, is super sweet and excited to teach me Spanish! I can't wait to spend my summer and share my room with these girls, and practice my Spanish! Masai and I are determined to get me fluent by the end haha :)
In Your Arms by Meredith Andrews is one of my favorite songs, as well as my theme song of the weekend. I'll close my incredibly long post with the chorus. God's arms are always open and waiting for us no matter what, and his love never fails!
I'll let that be the transition into my first conference: CBCC's first ever military family conference. I was assigned to work with two- and three-year-olds for the weekend. I didn't know what to think when I heard that because as much as I love toddlers, trying to keep 12 of them happy and engaged for 3 hour stretches can prove difficult, especially when working with people that I have only known for a few hours. But I came here this summer to serve others, not myself. I'm sure I will have fun for the most part, regardless of where I'm at, but there will also be times when I'm doing a boring or hard job or working with people that I don't get along with very well. God is so funny when we ask for things. I ask for humility and selflessness, and he says "Okay, I'm going to put you with people that your personality clashes with so that you can learn to put yourself second, and give you opportunities to practice grace and Christlike love." Then I ask for patience and he says "Alright, here are some hard and frustrating situations that you can't handle unless you have patience and trust me!" These lessons are hard to learn (HARD), but God has already molded me and changed me in the past couple years and I can't wait to see what else he does in my life to enable me to serve him and love others better.
Anyway, the weekend conference for us staffers consisted of four sessions with the kids for a total of about 12 hours with 12 two-year-olds. I was very grateful for my years of babysitting and teaching in 2s and 3s at church, to say the least. We had some really great kids and I really enjoyed my time with them. There were a couple little boys that were often very unhappy to be away from their parents, but most of the kids were happy and very cute. One of the little boys, age 3, is arguably one of the cutest children I have ever seen--and I've seen a lot of children. He is super smart and intuitive, and he has the cutest big brown eyes and long eyelashes, and he is just adorable. GAH. I had a lot of fun with the kids--playing with puppets, eating "food" prepared for me, reading stories, doing crafts, flying around in the gym (human airplanes), and just being silly. Oh, and changing diapers. LOTS and lots of diapers. Luckily I don't mind changing poopy diapers because there were times when I would go to the changing table to change one, and there would be another kid waiting in the doorway as soon as I finished. I finished every session smelling like diapers. Yum.
By Sunday, my third full day and the last day of the conference, I felt almost completely acclimated. Part of this was because one of the other staffers working in 2s and 3s got sick and only worked Friday night and Saturday morning, and I stepped up as unofficial leader. I always enjoy leading, and it's a good challenge for me to practice humility and grace! After 3 sessions hanging out with the kids, we were really starting to get to know each other so they were happier and more well-behaved on the last day--some of them were sad to leave us! Aw it literally brings tears to my eyes to think that I'll probably never see any of them again! It was such a blessing to spend my weekend with those sweeties. In addition to the kids, I also feel like I belong as a part of summer staff. It didn't take long, even though the first day had a few hopeless moments. I'm glad I trusted God and toughed it out! This is going to be an awesome summer. There are some really great people on summer staff and I am super excited to see what the next few months hold.
Okay let me just take a second and say THANK YOU GOD FOR AUTO SAVE DRAFTS. I just hit delete a couple times and thought I just lost my entire post. Phew.
Well this post was getting really long and I was going to just make another one to break it up a little bit, but if you've gotten this far we might as well keep going. I just looked at my previous entries and I can't believe I haven't ever mentioned the fact that I'm going to Guatemala this fall for the semester! This is an important detail because it relates to two awesome people that God put in my life this summer. I don't know any Spanish besides basic greetings, counting to ten, "This is a blue line train to Gresham," "Where is the bathroom?" and "I have a friend who loves me and Jesus is his name." So living in Guatemala with a host family and working at a hospital where no one speaks English would be pretty challenging with only those phrases. I'll be taking Spanish there, but I was hoping to learn a little of the language over the summer.
Here's where God blew my mind. I found out a couple weeks ago that two of my three rooomates for the summer are international, from Panama and Costa Rica. NATIVE SPANISH SPEAKERS. Is God good or what?? I wasn't even asking for something like that and he just plopped this amazing thing right in my lap! There are also two guys from Costa Rica but I've only briefly met them. The two girls, Masai and Dayra, arrived this weekend. I haven't had the chance to get to know Dayra yet, but Masai, the Panamanian, is super sweet and excited to teach me Spanish! I can't wait to spend my summer and share my room with these girls, and practice my Spanish! Masai and I are determined to get me fluent by the end haha :)
In Your Arms by Meredith Andrews is one of my favorite songs, as well as my theme song of the weekend. I'll close my incredibly long post with the chorus. God's arms are always open and waiting for us no matter what, and his love never fails!
And I'm in Your arms
Where I belong
There's no other place for me
Than right where You are
Some things just don't change
When I call Your name
You never hesitate to wrap me in endless grace
When I'm in Your arms
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