Part 5: El fin y el presente. Todo es nuevo I hope you enjoyed the catch-up story over the last few days. I stopped blogging awhile back for many reasons. There were so many new things and transitions going on in my life. Everything was changing and uncertain. In the midst of that, I was in year 1.5 of culture shock after moving to Nashville. This tends to be the time in a move for me when I want out, am not sure what to do, and feel desperately empty and alone. When I look t

Part 4: Home? Yesterday’s post was on homelessness and my wandering over the last few months. Now I get to tell you about part 4 of my transition. The last update that I sent before starting this 5-part..um..series, I was headed out on a road trip. After spending several months of stress and jobless/homelessness (sort of), I really needed a break. Well, more truthfully, I had no idea what I needed but I needed SOMETHING. So in steps our hero of the story (uhm, that would be t

Part 3: Homeless When I left the country in February, I also moved out of my residence in East Nashville. Although I would only be gone for six (ish) weeks, I knew that I could not afford to pay rent, and I had no idea what I would be doing when I returned. When it was time to make a decision, it was clear that I was to move. Fast forward to April 15. Upon returning from South Africa, I had no job, no place to live, and little money. What I DID have, was exactly what I needed

Part 1: Recap I left my job back in February, and by the end of the month I was in South Africa. A lot has happened since then. Here’s a re-cap. Next week will break it down in separate posts. I’ve got to keep your attention somehow! March 1 – April 15: Volunteering with Angels of Mercy Pregnancy Crisis Centre. Curious? See previous posts starting here. April – May: Spent time with my family in Nebraska, as part of sending off Alicia to Bolivia with Word Made Flesh. May – J

I just had the greatest suprise. So great, that I had to post again, even though I already posted a few minutes ago.  Wait for it, wait for it. I had lunch with YURI! Yes, Yuri. Famous LASP photographer, engineer, selfless giver, preacher, interpreter, Yuri. He was driving through Nashville on his way home from Atlanta to Seattle (!) exactly at the time of my lunch break. Exactly. Coincidence? I think not. I’m filled with joy at God’s love for me as well as for Yuri. Only Wed

Yesterday during lunch, God and I had a little discussion. It consisted of me being frustrated with the purpose of life. Not just life in general, but my life. Through some of the things I’ve been reading lately, I’m seeing the world in terms of people groups, not individual people. This made me angry with God (or more specifically, angry at my lack of understanding) that he has created the world in a way where large groups of people matter, but individuals don’t so much. Rep

A wonderful follow-up to my previous post that needs to be shared. This was emailed to me from someone I can’t wait to meet. Enjoy and leave your comments. Let us also contribute to the conversation on relationships as a reflection on metaphors…when looking for analogies about relationships it is very tempting to use subjects of means i.g. cars, houses, books, refrigerators, computers, what have you. All of things of ownership, which are judged and critiqued based on a varie