London- quite lovely and proper

What a charming city. It was truly bizarre to be around so many English-speaking people again. I kept finding myself having to fight not to say “hello” or “excuse me” and all of the other little phrases that occur in tiny interactions in French. Due to the London terrorist attempt our flight got cancelled into London. This forced Chris and I to take the Chunnel, which was AWESOME. Trains trump airplanes. I am just saying. The countryside was breathtaking and my company was equally pleasant. We stayed with one of Chris’ friends from high school named Scott Sage. He and his fellow flat-mates were accommodating, warm, and kind. We could not have arranged something more perfect. Their flat is located right next to Primrose Hill, which is one of the most unbelievable sights that I have ever taken in. London entailed a day at parliament, West Minster, Big Ben, Notting Hill, Kensington Gardens, Primrose Hill, good food, The Lion King at Lyceum Theater, and the tube. I am also reading Harry Potter for the first time ever, which just felt so right being there! I am only on book two and I adore these tall tales. Imagination is so healthy and fun. Chris (the very cute gentlemen in the pictures with me is the boyfriend from America for those who have been thinking that I found a Swedish foreign love). He came and played with me for ten whole days. I don't think I clarified what we actually did In Paris so here is a small recap... Paris looked like the Eiffel tower, some delicious meals, a home cooked meal, a lot of rain, Euro Disney (which WAS AWESOME), a lot of walking, and a movie on the Champs Elysee. Okay back to London now; I would have to say my favorite thing we did was a day trip to Cambridge. We ate at a small place called Cachao in Primrose Hill (Chicken Pesto Panini’s and delicious coffee to go) and then took a train. We just walked around aimlessly, found King’s College and a park bench. I just felt more intelligent sitting near these ancient institutes of learning. Actually I felt less intelligent and wanted to go home and study my books. Neither here nor there. We ate dinner on the river had a couple of beers shared some dish that resembled chicken pot -pie and then braved our punting skills. I have to say that the punting stick weighed about half of me and since I have the upper body strength of a feeble mouse I let Chris do most of the manual labor. I did try though, which produced a rather comical video clip. I ran into another boat. The day was endearing and felt a little enchanted… we could see the willow trees that frame the river, the beautiful college campus, and the gardens all from our little boat. I cannot remember laughing that much in a concentrated amount of time in years (that was year(s) with an “s” hence plural- multiple years) It was good for my heart. The Lion King was kind of life-changing, bold claim I know, but really if you ever have the chance to go to London, Cambridge and the Lion King are my recommended “must”.
Love love….

mon un petit amis et Paris

Paris continues to amaze me with its splendor and beauty. It is just so big. I feel quite certain that two and a half months away from the world I know has been good for my soul in more ways than one. McDonald's and Starbucks and the occasional English spoken conversation are the only pieces of America that are in my grips. I miss my church family and I miss the people that the Lord has blessed my life with. There is not a day that goes by that I don't see something or hear something and wish I could share it with any one of you. All that to say... time away to simply sit and sift through the wreckage of the last year and a half has been more than necessary. I bop along with my thoughts all day. They are often relentless and exhausting. Sometimes I just lay my head down at night and beg my brain to pause for just a few minutes until I doze off to sleep. I have written a lot, not on here obviously : ), prayed a lot, and contemplated much of the reasons and motives behind the things I do. The hard part about looking critically at ourselves and praying for God to search our hearts and find any offensive way in us is that HE DOES. This, at first glance, may seem dismal, but there is hope. He doesn't just reveal and then check out. He reveals, equips, loves, provides sufficient grace, necessary rebuke and discipline, and promises to walk every inch of it with us. I hope I am growing. Sometimes forward progress and refinement feels more like digression and flailing. Chris Witt, our Sky Ranch director always said, "True gold is never afraid of the fire." This always resonated with me. True gold is not afraid because what is true and authentic will endure and everything that is not, any impurity or misplaced thing eventually will surface and fade. This does not compromise the heat of the fire nor negate the need for the purification process and all that it entails. It merely means that if I believe the claim I make about Christ being real, and the work he has begun in me then not only do I not need to be afraid of refinement but I will longingly invite and embrace every part of it. Paris had been both light and heavy. I have seen things with my eyes that my words will never adequately retell and I have felt things in my heart that I didn't even know existed. I have laughed a lot and cried too. I have had leisurely days full of sunsets, good wine, museums, and shopping, and restless nights plagued with tears telling of a still very tender heart that longs for things past and maybe even a little uncertain of things to come. Through all of these juxtaposed emotions and experiences one thing remains constant... my Jesus, his sacrifice, the word of God, and the Lord's faithful love.

I could not be more grateful for the gift that this time has been. My marmie is kind to give me this opportunity. The boys are doing great. Todd sat for another part of the CPA. Scott has been busy helping Tamara move into her new house and they are getting ready to move out of my dad's office into a different space.
This is absolutely the best and most logical thing for them to do, however I am very sad. Everything about the office on Ridge Road tells of my dad's once physical presence in that place. My mom, grandmother (dad's mom), Todd, and Holly are spending the week in New Mexico in the mountains. They just got there today. I am sure they will enjoy a little relief from the Texas heat that I have escaped all summer! The Hooper house is once again full also. My cousin Alyssa just moved in, as she is now teaching in Rockwall and we could not be more excited to have her in our home. Holly, Todd's girlfriend, is also moving in when they get home. It is basically like a sorority house.

As for my life update, I finished my last school assignment today which was a ten minute oral presentation- eeek. It actually went okay and I am thrilled to be done with it all. I am traveling with my good friend Laura Cooper for the next two weeks all across Italy and will be returning home on the tenth. I have to find a roommate, an apartment, and be in a wedding the week of my return before I start work on the 18th. If you remember and could spare some prayers, I would greatly appreciate any and all of them. I am certain that it will all work out- it always does because of that whole Sovereign God thing : ) I am just actively sitting in the waiting room hoping to have some answers soon!

Je t'aime mon amis et mon famille. Au revoir.....

A little piece of home

On particularly low mornings of missing home, I will break down and go find little pieces of my American life in an overpriced starbuck's drink or an expensive phone call to a friend back home. Yesterday Melissa Reyes, one of my old roommates from college, came into town with her brother and cousin. Old friends are such special people. It has been such a treat to have someone here that not only speaks English but knows exactly where I come from!
We brought our dinner to the eiffel tower last night and lingered for hours just laughing, eating, and talking. The other pictures are from Versailles, which was amazing in splendor and beauty. I want to go back and spend a day in the gardens. On the home front- Todd bought and moved into a house! I miss all of my little family! You all are the best! XOXOXOXOXOXO

City On A Hill

Montmartre host the hightest point of Paris. Anna and I had a delightful evening full of good conversation, tasty wine, and unbelievable views. This has been one of my favorite things in Paris so far. Local painters working on their craft and people all lounging around with guitars, picnics, best friends, great loves, blankets, and well you could find just about anything. People watching is a favorite past time of mine, but it takes on a different form when I am up that high looking down on individuals that I can't really see but know are there, due to the lights that illuminate the sky. I kind of like being tucked away into a crowd, sitting below the radar not being known in this foreign place. Paris is beautiful.

Art far beyond and deep within

I absolutely love art. As much as I love art, I think what really draws me to it, other than the fact that some people really are just ridiculously talented, I love expression: a million outward manifestations of a million different thoughts and feelings. Art looks different because we are each different. Even after a piece of art is hung on a wall, by the time each person experiences it, that work is somehow filtered through their own minds, past hurts, great loves, unforgettable losses, unforgivable trespasses, sincere hopes etc. . . and becomes to mean something of the individual's very own. I have never been particularly fond of modern art but until about a year ago I probably couldn't have given you any solid reason for my disinterest. I realized seven paintings into the museum that I didn't not like Picasso's work, I just don't have a full understanding of it (pardon the double negative-thanks, it just felt right). That is a natural immature response to things in life we don't understand. It is easier to say we don't like them than to dive into them, prepared to admit ignorance and lack of perception, than it is to embrace the unknown and seek to find whatever is there to be found. Before yesterday Picasso was merely a vague knowledge of a blue period, a pink or "rose" period inspired by the circus, and an experimentation with cubism. The museum hosts over two hundred pieces of his work and was rich with detail about his life, mind, and words. There was a quote that made me want to have dinner with him and talk to him (which proves to be difficult since he died in the seventies) in regards to the copious amounts of theatre, music, and art programs that are getting cut from school's entirely due to a lack of monetary resources. Having graduated from elementary school I say they cut out having new soccer balls and opt for generic brand chocolate milk before they deplete these fundamental blocks of a child's development. I also realize chocolate milk and all of the art programs don't share the same segmented budget; I just have to believe that corners might could be cut from other areas to help funding these essential programs. I am certain that Picasso, too, would find this both detrimental and ignorant on any school district, state or national government's part. He said, ""Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." He believed in the innocent expression that flows freely from a child because they haven't yet learned how and why it is socially more acceptable, and convenient, for that matter to hide. All that to say I asked the art to be patient with me and my lack of knowledge. I am just now learning it and with new eyes. Like a person that you were acquainted with for a long period of time whom ends up surprising you with the depths of who they are and the greatness that they posses, I am seeing things in his art that I have blankly stared out on pages for years and am for the first time in my life, somewhat understanding. Picasso and myself got off to a late start, but I think we have a promising future.

The City Of Lights

Paris might have been given the name "The City Of Lights" for a number of reasons... the fact that because of tacky American tourist they designed a light show for the Eiffel Tower (I kind of like it... ie. tacky American), the fact that everyone smokes everywhere and I have gotten asked for a light as many times as I have been asked if I was American, because I can walk downstairs at three in the morning if I wanted to and have my choice from a plethora of cafes with well lit signs inviting me to not sleep, or because it stays well lit from the sun until about ten thirty at night. I don't know which one actually triumphed over the other reasons winning the title for Paris but I am growing quite appreciative for all of the above. I had a lazy Paris day today and a late Paris night yesterday. We braved the Paris night life at a club called La Suite in a posh area of Paris. All I have to report is that I enjoyed getting ready to leave and crawling into bed this morning more than I actually enjoyed the club. Anna loves to go out and it was fun to see all of the non-eating Parisian models drinking their evian water. I also remembered why clubs prove to be not so much my scene (or these kinds anyways) It is always fun to try to explain to intoxicated American boys why you don't want to dance with them or talk with them, how your not going home with them, how you in fact are completely sober, that you actually came here with your girlfriends just to have fun and you aren't looking to go home with him or anyone else etc.... It was even more fun conveying those same messages to intoxicated French guys who dress better than me with my broken French. And while I felt like I was flipping through the pages of In Style and GQ, I came to realization about my taste for boys, what can I say? I really like good ol' Texas boys (especially one in particular) who have a couple pair of jeans and maybe a couple pair of shorts with one week's worth of shirts that get rotated weekly and usually worn multiple times before washing. But hey I guess I should have expected this kind of experience... I did feel like I was at fashion week which goes into the Paris club high category. After rolling in about four this morning I slept .... A LOT.... I spent the afternoon/evening at the Eiffel tower. Me, a chocholate crepe, a diet coke, and my journal. It was relaxing. Tomorrow I have nothing planned and that is really happy to me. love you all....

happy day.

This is how my morning was spent. I am growing quite fond of this little cafe. It is directly across from the Luxemburg gardens and palace. "Bonjour, Je voudrais un cafe creme si vout plait. Merci beacoup." The server smiles at me and probably thinks I like him because I am making such a habit of my visits. If he only knew the truth... I have a coffee addiction and I just like to glance up over my journal to see the beautiful flowers across the street. What a truly amazing week it has been. I honestly feel like I have been here for a month already, as each day is long and full of life. I have met a new friend named Anna. She is from Sweden and in my class. We speak the same language. In case you were wondering, I don't speak Swedish. Her English is good and she likes practicing with me. Thus... an abroad friendship has been born. She is a beautiful and kind person. I have learned a lot from her in the short time I have known her. There is a tenderness about her that makes me just want to speak a little sweeter and softer. I introduced her to Hummy and we all three went to a bar to eat and watch France play some soccer. These people are crazy. it will be quite an experience if they win the world cup. The Lord continues to be so gracious to me. I see him everywhere, accompanied with so many truths that bluntly tell me that there is so much more to him than I choose to see. These people pray to him in different languages and he speaks to them accordingly. Thoughts of how different I am in this place flood me all day long and the really amazing thing that I can't help but go back to is the fact that we all have the same need, whether we acknowledge it or not. I love that we never quit learning about how big he is and how small we are. It is good to feel small, because I am. I love and miss you all, not a day goes by that the Lord doesn't bring different people to mind that I get to pray for and can't help but smile when the thought pops into my mind. Sweetest dreams . . .

Je suis desolee... Pardon moi.

I am sorry and pardon me.... SO useful. My French improves everyday. I have found a new friend named Hummy. She lives two doors down from me and is in the same program as me. I enjoy getting to know her, as every English conversation with any resemblence of things I know from the U.S. feels like a small bit of home. This morning we did lots of tourist things, Notre Dome, The Eiffel Tower, Bastille etc.... Notre Dame was my favorite. They were in the middle of mass and there was something touching and sad about the whole thing. It made my eyes water. The cathedral no longer belongs to the church but the state, so while they are still permitted to conduct mass, tourist are circulating around the outer part taking pictures and talking...so strange. All I could think was how this building left me speechless with its beauty, but how the whole reason it was that way was because of a corrupt church many years ago, built a treasury off of people's fears of being damned to hell and prayers that had to be paid for. The Eiffel tower is everything I wanted it to be. It didn't matter how many times I had seen it on a movie or in a picture; it is one of the most romantic things I have ever seen. I am waiting to go see it at night and am holding out riding to the top for right now. My classes start on Tuesday at the Sorbonne, which is a latin language school affiliated with the University of Paris. My sleeping is still not so on track. It doesn't get dark here until ten o'clock in the pm. I am overwhelmed with how many different kinds of people gather in Paris. I love love love it. I miss all of you and feel the love and prayers that cover me so well. Bon soiree!

Getting Lost in Paris...

No but really... I am not so much talking about the Romantic languages beautifully flowing out of every French person's mouth or the culture that encourages drinking before noon, but more so how I walked around completely lost for an hour and a half this morning. You just have to laugh. I don't so much mind being lost because I always find amazing things that I otherwise wouldn't of (like this French bulldog sitting on a chair across from his owner at a cafe). I giggled out loud. There were little girls being silly and playing little hand clapping games on the metro this morning and it took everything in me to not take their picture. I fought my inner urge and opted to not take the risk of being a creepy American who was taking pictures of little French children. My apartment is in a happening part of Paris. The nightlife is so intense I am a little confused as to how they have a Day life? I love experiencing God in places unknown to me. I have this thought often: All of these people have existed in this place called Paris, that until now, I had only heard about in a way that looks different than many of my good southern spiritual prescriptions that I have adhered to my entire life. Our God is one of beauty, diversity, and mysteriousness. It is interesting what loving these people looks like as my French is somewhat limited. 1 John 3: 18 comes to mind when he says, "Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth." This takes on a new literal meaning when my words are few. However a simple smile and "Bonjour" does get one pretty far here. I have found the French people that I have encountered thus far to be kind and endearing in a way that makes me want to understand and appreciate the meaning of enjoying TODAY. They seem to love and play well. Last night I sat outside of a cafe and delighted in a wonderful dinner. Scott and Todd you would be proud; I ordered beef. I asked the server what he recommended and it was delicious. There was a crisp light breeze that resembled we Texans late October. There was a table of probably twenty French students celebrating one of the girl's birthdays, and I was silently thanking the Lord for letting be observe the sweet scene. The restaurant owner turned out the lights and brought out a cake with sparklers as they all sang and raised their glasses. The owner seemed to know most of the people there. He would greet people that entered by name and was one of the most outwardly inviting people I have been around in a long time. My studio apartment is perfect. It is tiny and efficient. Air conditioning is non-existent in Paris but the nights are cool enough that it isn't necessary. I woke up this morning with sunlight pouring into my room through the open window and it literally made me start praising Jesus out loud. He is breathtaking. I feel small and hidden in this magical city full of a language I am not proficient in and a people that don't and don't care to know me. It is exhilarating. Ironically enough one of the only places that has WIFI is Mc DO (McDonald's) and for the first time ever I was grateful to see the golden M that provided me with internet access and Coca Light (diet coke).

a little hope. see ... it's growing.

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There is something that has happened in my life: before I was twenty, before I had trouble sleeping, before love had ever been broken. Like your first taste of pain that comes with the loss of a great love, or your first real bout with failure. I use to cling to the understanding that God's goodness was the manifestation of a million comfortable pieces that rested near my feet. This carried me through most of my child hood (the formative years) right into my younger adolescent days. It wasn't that the things I called "blessing" weren't necessarily, but my understanding of who God was and the worship I could offer him was all very limited, and very me centered. And so it is, a young girl's eyes start to see the world, parts of it she never wanted to see, parts that were dark, parts that were sick, parts that made her cry. How could this be, her God was good? Surely the same God that put fruit roll ups in her lunch box and let her win a ribbon on field day would spare some "blessings" for those other kids? Well, of course the Lord, through a gradual refining process that has truly utilized and lived in the grace that the cross holds up in my defense, redefined his GOODNESS. He is good because He is perfect. He is good because of the cross. If I never got to speak to him or even speak his name He would still be most worthy of my praise. He is good without any thing I call good. And yet HE is even more than that. He is my most intimate confidant, a friend, a Father to the fatherless, and a love that knows no breaking condition. He gives me the greatest gift of all. He gives me hope. He gives me hope when there is no fruit roll up in my lunch box and when I come in last place at the field day race. He gives me hope that has nothing to do with temporal things. He gives me hope through the gift and promise of His son. Too good to be true. This is liberating and not a new understanding of who I have come to know Him in the last few years, but it sure does feel good to get lost in it for a while.
So where does one stand when hope and reality collide? We don't have to wait for the dawn to break, for the storm to pass, or for our words to come out right. We hope in the Lord and we trust that he wouldn't waste the cross in any situation. This is how we walk confidently; this is how we move forward. This is how when we don't have eyes to see, we still have feet that take steps (even if they're small). There is something to knowing. There is a peace that settles deep within our souls when fear and insecurity have been replaced with hope. Hope is like a green pasture that invites one to come run and play. Hope doesn't take away desire or wonder, if anything it only stirs that which is within us. And when our desires and wants go unmet we still have joyous hope in the salvation of the Lord. That is what we know, and it is enough to keep us coming back for more. It is what drives out our fears. It is what allows a heart with scars to open again after it swore it never would. It allows us to make mistakes and humbly receive grace. It gives us the courage to say the words that we would rather tuck away and hide, words that unravel our hearts and expose our inmost feelings. It is what holds our hand down the road of grief of losing people before we were ready, no matter how deeply the pain seems to have penetrated. In the water knee deep all the way to the depths of our hearts, the places we dare not go… there hope is: Living, Inviting, Challenging, Waiting, and Wanting us to live again.

Unbroken

"Something quite unexpected has happened. It came this morning early. For various reasons, not in themselves at all mysterious, my heart was lighter than it had been for many weeks. For one thing, I suppose I am recovering physically from a good deal of mere exhaustion. And I’d had a very tiring but very healthy twelve hours the day before, and a sounder night’s sleep; and after ten days of low-hung grey skies and motionless warm dampness, the sun was shining and there was a light breeze. And suddenly at the very moment when, so far, I mourned H. least, I remembered best. Indeed it was something (almost) better than memory; an instantaneous, unanswerable impression. To say it was like a meeting would be going too far. Yet there was that in it which tempts one to use those words. It was as if the lifting of the sorrow removed a barrier."
-C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

I truly feel like I have grown up about ten years in the last two. The last couple of years have consisted of much loss and much gain. Some of us have lost great loves and while still wrapping up the wounds from the last seemingly lost battle, been thrown into new quests for love. My family lost a great man, a husband, a father, a most loyal friend, but have gained an understanding of our God who purposes these trials for his glory, a deeper appreciation for each other, and an eternal perspective that leaves no room for foolish complaining. We have and continue to learn what joy in the midst of trials looks like and how to give thanks in ALL circumstances. There has been much lost but much more gained. I say that there has been more gained because I know that so much of the Lord’s work he has and continues to do cannot be seen by my human eyes. Amazing. Sometimes I still feel so lost in it all: lost in the pain, lost in the longing for his holding embrace, and lost in the memory of the way he smelled of clean soap, starched work shirts, and cologne. Though I feel lost at times I rest in the reality that I am always found. I am found by a God that isn’t afraid of my feelings, no matter how dismal and dark they may be. I am found by a ‘great cloud of witnesses’ that surround me, love me, pray for me, carry me, and walk out into the mud where I got stuck and if they can’t get me out of it they sit down in it with me. All that to say my heart is actually lighter. After expecting Christmas to be unbearable and being surprised by joy and the Lord’s blessing of a new season for my heart, I returned to school feeling lighter than I had for over a year and a half. PRAISE THE LORD… I weep with joy that the Lord heard my cry. I wish you all could have seen how bad it felt. (Not really because I am not one of those cute little criers , my nose gets snotty and my face turns really red and well it is just bad trust me.) Anyways I woke up Monday morning the week before I came home for Christmas and just wept in my floor, BEGGING the Lord to move me from the intense sadness that had seemingly taken up permanent residency in my heart. I wanted so badly not to forget my daddy, but to be able to think of him without falling into the throws of an emotional breakdown. The only words I could muster up and offer to the Lord were, “I can’t stay here anymore. I know I have said and thought that before but Lord really, you have to move me.” And he did. It may have been arrogant to tell God that but it was honest or maybe it was him bringing me to the lowest point and a mutual acknowledgement of how I felt and his knowledge of His own character; he knew he was going to move me to a new place that day. So I would still say that this new place is where I am. Is this my forever now? I don’t know about tomorrow, but I am rejoicing in what is today. Textbooks and formulas break grieving up into stages, and while there may be some truth to that, I refuse to see my dealing with my dad’s departure in terms of a twelve- step program. In my heart these methods are constraints that cheapen this experience and what the Lord is doing (that is just me though…) I feel like the blind man who when Jesus wiped his eyes with mud, was given his sight. I am seeing everything for the first time. I am like a grateful heart on overload. I probably scare some people because my heart cannot help but tell people in detail the greatness that they are. I want everyone to know and feel loved by God. I am unworthy of each new day he gives me and the gift of love he lavishes on me through so many people and simple blessings around me…. A fluffy blanket, a living word from the Lord this morning, a good night’s sleep with a lazy Saturday, a delightful meal with the Hix family, a new pot of coffee from Katie (muffin), a glass of wine and a peaceful porch evening with the Polings, watching Meredith (four year old neighbor) loose her first tooth and anticipate the tooth fairy, feeling pain which tells me that I am really alive, an entire weekend with my family and close friends, an overdue phone conversation with Ginger Vassar, and the list could literally go on forever. When Moses was leading the Israelites to the Promise land they complained of hunger and the Lord gave them manna every single morning and quail in the evening. He told them not take more than they needed for each day. That is it… manna for today. Lord, you are good and manna for today is more than enough. You are our portion and we will hope and wait on you alone.

“The Lord is good to those whose hope him, to the one who seeks him; it is good wait quietly on the salvation of the Lord.” - Lamentations 3:25-26

The excerpts on this page are from a book called A Grief Observed, and was written by C.S. Lewis when his wife, Joy (H. in the book) died of cancer. These are his personal accounts with this thing called grief. I have found much comfort in his thoughts and feelings.
"I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an arrow to the string; then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to H. I set out on one of them. But now there’s an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once; now so many culs de sac." -C.S. Lewis

Hooper family updates…
Todd: CONGRATULATIONS to him… he passed the second part of the CPA exam. He has worked and studied so hard. He is getting a much firmer grasp on how things are done at the firm and creates a hopefully healthy competitive rivalry with Scott? You two be nice to each other.
Scott: SCOTT IS DOING GREAT. It has been fun to watch him take on life with such vigor and passion. He is really coming into his own, a natural born leader. He takes care of me so well. Pray for both he and Todd (Carrie and Linda also) as tax season is in full swing… APRIL 15th is almost here!!! Please pray for diligence and sanity for all of them!
Margie (Marmi): She is actually in Mexico with about 15 of her sorority sisters this weekend! She is doing so well and still enjoying work. Continue to pray for her as life still doesn’t feel completely adjusted. I love you marmi a million sweedish fish.
Me: I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. After a lot of praying and searching it looks like I am not going to New York, not yet anyways. I will be finishing school in August and then moving to Dallas. Right now I am finishing up this semester, taking a Maymester in Dallas, Summer one in College Station, Paris-France for Summer two and then a diploma…hopefully ☺ hehehee…. I am looking for jobs right now and waiting. I just want to be obedient and trust in the Lord’s faithfulness.

***We love you all. I apologize that it has been so long since I have taken the time to sit and write. May the Lord bless you and lavish you with His goodness…. Love love.