Un-Polkadotted!

That's right! I don't look like a plucked chicken anymore and i'm not itchy! We got to move back into our apartment and we haven't had any problems so far. Praise the Lord! Now if we can only semi-organize the chaos.

I am at the laundromat again and not quite ready for another round of campers yet. Last week was my second group and I got to lead them at the Korean church by myself. Next week I'll do the same, but I think we will start on building the altar.. so cool!

Gosh there is so much that has happened that I would love to tell you all about but I'll keep it brief. 
The nightly chapels have been going so well. We have some amazing worship leaders and the skits we get to do are hilarious. I get to speak to the students on Tuesday nights after the weekly video and on Thursday nights we do a art/drama presentation that is incredible. (Look up the "New Creation" video on youtube. We use a big canvas instead ;) Julia you would love it!)

Here are some other tidbits i would like to mention:
1. I ate Indian food
2. I ate Korean food
3. My mom and cousins came this weekend and we had a blasty-blast  ;)
4. I've gone through three watches so far
5. I invented something called a banana boat...ask me about that

I love you all!

Attaaack!

Sorry to all of my lovely fans (ha!) for not blogging sooner... as you see i am currently under attack. Yes, attack. The war started Saturday night when my skin started itching and Sunday morning was when the full out seige began. The foe?...BEDBUGS. I woke up covered in red bumps that looked like chicken pox and itched like cuuraazzy! The friends i have made here are amazing to say the least. They helped me find a way to the hospital and are still helping me disinfect the room. I am actually writing this from the laundromat while I wait for our (hopefully) clean sheets to dry. We think we've almost defeated the enemy but i still look like a plucked chicken unfortunately. More on that saga later when i figure out how to get pictures on here.

Other news: I felt like a superhero yesterday at our worksite. Before we even began the sheetrocking... ahem, i mean "sharockarockin" one of the adult leaders fell on a brick and gashed a hole so deep in her kneecap that i could see the muscle i think (sorry.. too much?) I felt like the cheesy people on those first aid videos because i did everything right. Cleared the scene, got directions to the nearest hospital, cleaned the wound, and wrapped it, and tranported the victim to the emergency room. She had to get stiches, but it was awesome.

The night chapels have been going somewhat smoothly. We lost power last night but got it back right in time to start. It was a VERY cool service, however  I will have to blog later about that one... the sheets are almost done.

Sorry for any typos. My itchy hands are my excuse.

Love!

my summed up summer (so far)

This summer i am working for an organization called Teameffort. It's a missions camp for jr high and sr high students and i, along with 9 other staff will be leading the missions projects. I don't know if anybody really reads this but this can at least be a good way for me to remember this summer. So off we go...
At the moment i am sitting with two of the 4 girls im living with in our kitchen. We have our own cottage/apartment-type place on none other than Myrtle Beach, SC! One block away from the beach but two feet away from creepers no matter where we go. Seriously, last night while we went to laser tag a random shirtless guy walked into our apartment and terrified megan who was the only one home. We have suspicions that he stole Natalia's grapefruit juice. Either that or our guys staff did. There are 3 of them plus Joe and Caitlyn- our directors. 
So far we've just been setting up camp- the Pier (our hangout/snack place), building bunkbeds and massive quantities of benches (one blister so far and many other scrapes), and stocking our worksites. 
This sunday is when our first batch of campers come and a guy on my staff named Gus and I will be leading a team of about 15 youth in sheetrocking the ceiling of a Korean church and putting in insulation. I've become very Lowes literate over the past few weeks and I feel so boss about it! Ever heard of tapcons and button caps? Yeah, didn't think so. Ill try to figure out how to load pics from my camera on here to show you the humongoid checkout process a few days ago. The receipt would make your knees weak. 
That's all that's on my brain right now. Probably because it's past my bedtime. Im going to tell my fam to try to stay updated with me through this.. so if you guys have any questions, ask away! 
Tomorrow's agenda holds skit practices and some painting... interested? Ill let you know about it tomorrow! It's intense!

leading free

bid me to fall,

but keep my foot steady.

(Your best idea)

lead our dance in the green open field.

Small

There is something that makes me anxious about the question: "What is your calling?." 

I heard it a lot growing up and i hear it even more at a Christian college. When it gets thrown my way i automatically tense up and end up blurting out something like "social work, because it's like tangible counseling." 

Im not even sure about what that is, really. 

I guess some people have a big, beautiful "mission", like adopted kids or Africa. 

I do not, at least not yet. 

Like i said, it is kind of unnerving when i don't have an answer to that question. I mean, am i really a loving Christian? Don't all good Christians have a perfectly clear vision of their future "ministry"? 

Im learning that while i do not have a war to fight. No specific cause to advocate. I can fight and love in the small things. 

The small actions. The small thoughts and prayers. The small words. The small, quick smiles. 

That is something i can do. 

I actually love doing it. I love to create small love for people in notes, coffee dates, gifts, cookies.  

Maybe God put a "small" love in me. 

Living and loving in the small things has made living a loving and lot less stressful. 

Blank

I don't have a lot to say...which kind of fits what i am about to say actually.

I have a really hard time being quiet. 

Or just doing nothing. 

I love music. I love talking to people. I love experiencing new things. I love creating things. 

That's why it's really hard for me to practice rest.

I love doing and making so much that i rarely do nothing. 

I don't think that's healthy..

It really is just a sad thing when i can't relax on the couch on a lazy saturday afternoon. 

I have to always feel like i'm accomplishing something. 

Studying harder, loving someone more, creating more pretty things..

Like this: One time last semester we went on a "prayer retreat" and had to find a place somewhere in the woods and just hang out with God for 5 hours. I was excited about it

...but when hour 2 rolled around i thought i was going to come unglued. 

It was awful.

I am realizing that i don't do well with Sabbath. 

However i've been trying this new thing where after i take a run i find a place where i can be still with God. That way ill be too tired to do anything else.. seems like a foolproof plan  :)

This whole silence thing has not been what i expected. 

It seems like everyone has these big revelations when they do this, but not me. 

In fact, it seems like God is more silent when i am silent. 

But i think that's ok. 

I think part of the reason God just wants us to rest is because it helps us get our mind off of everything- worries, to-do lists, goals. 

For me, it helps me especially get my mind off myself- how i look, act, dress. 

I think God is silent for me because He knows I give myself enough noise.

I think He wants me to be ok with stillness. 

With accomplishing nothing.

With impressing nobody. 

With being me...with Him. 

Play.

God showed me something on a walk the other day...

I used to think childlike faith, as it says in the Bible, is a lot like being gullible. 

I used to think it meant, "Don't ask questions, just believe like children believe in Santa Claus or fairy tales."

But that contradicts what i've learned about Christianity. 

We are supposed to test things. 

And if we believe blindly, can God be pleased with that?

Doesn't Jesus want us to have faith in the hard times?

On my walk i saw to adorable little girls playing on a slip and slide. 

They weren't slippin' n sliddin' but they were having fun talking and sippin' n spittin' the water out of the spout part. 

They were just enjoying the summer day...

Not worrying about the chemicals in the water they were drinking. 

Not discussing and arguing over the most expedient way to play.

Not thinking over how sad it was that the summer was almost over. 

...They just played. 

I'm beginning to think "childlike faith" has less to do with believing in God more to do with believing God. 

A lot of times i pray-- no, beg, for more faith so i can do "big things" (whatever those are)

for God and other people. 

I stress myself out!

I was actually walking that day to get "unstressed". 

I miss the days when i was a kid sometimes. 

It wasn't that it was easier. My little crisis's seemed huge to me then, but i somehow knew that it would be fine in the end. After all, my parents could fix anything. 

I think God intends for us to have this childlike mindset all of our lives. 

A childlike faith that doesn't worry about the things that could "contaminate us". 

That doesn't stress itself out over a decision on "where it's best to serve God". 

That doesn't dwell on how much better you could of done. 

I think God just wants us to love Him and go from there..

I think He just wants us to play.