The View From Where I Sit

Light trickles down
Tear drops through the cracks

Along the winding staircase 

Onto shining glass 

Shimmering stars reflecting  

Diamonds on the walls 

On the floor pools of flame 

As the sunrise calls

Psalm 84:2

                                               

You are the owner of my heart

You are the keeper of my love

You are the writer of my life

My all and my only

My desire and hope

My whole being longs to be with the living God

My whole being longs to be with you

You gave me new life, a new name

You gave me new love, a pure heart

You gave me new peace, a great faith

New day and a new dawn

New love of life reborn

My whole being longs to be with the living God

My whole being longs to be with you

You’re the lover of my spirit

You’re the healer of my broken heart

You’re the rebuilder of my temple

My tower and shelter

My rock and my foundation

My whole being longs to be with the living God

My whole being longs to be with you

My spirit and my heart cry out to you

My soul and my flesh cling to you

My strength and mind yearn for you

I long for you with all I do

I desire you with all I am

My whole being longs to be with the Living God

My whole being long to be with you

Psalm 84:2

My soul longs, yes, faints

For the courts of the Lord;

My heart and flesh sing for joy

To the living God 

Hermanas Por Siempre

These are a few photos me and my sister took in good ol' Indiana. It's weird to think that this year we'll be in two completely different countries. I'll miss you, Sophia!

Growing Up

About a month ago, I had the great privilege of ministering to small toddlers and babies whose families are just becoming missionaries and who soon will be entering the field of their ministry in another country. The joy of serving these kids has been a tremendous blessing to me. Also, more than often in working with small children, my mind ponders what it was like to be so small and so young. In reflecting upon my own life, I think especially of how adventurous and sometimes trying growing up can be. I'd like to share these thoughts with you in a poem that I wrote on the subject a few years back.


Life Lessons

I'm packing up my life again
Life's so short, I remember when
We were all still children
But all things have their end

First you live in innocence
Unknown to yet your greater purpose
But hard times wash away the ignorance
They no more can your heart oppress

Life moves on, you learn to live
To win and lose and take and give
To not regret what you can't relive
To love, forget, and forgive

And now that I'm all grown up
I've been through worse, but still it’s hard to trust
These footsteps leading through the dust
Nothing lasts; all things turn to rust

Can't count how many times
Through many mountains I've had to climb
I've said good-bye a thousand times
Blown away like scattered wind chimes

I'm packing up my life again
Life's so short – I remember when
We were all just children
But all things have their end...