Grub + sunlight with the sibs. Bout to make this a monthly ritual //@lareejanay @red_rommel5 @drewrommel12 (at Skillet Diner)
Latte with honey, orange, and nutmeg. // finally this place made its way to Ballard. (at B&O Espresso)
It’s crazy to think that a year ago today I was on my way to Paris. I somewhat imagined what it would be like living there, but what I received during those four months exceeded all my expectations. The memories, the people, and the growth I experienced there will be forever engrained on my heart. Until we meet again, Paris.
I can barely contain myself right now. 4 hours before I’m reunited with my Parisian loves, Aubrey and Caitlin. SO FREAKIN HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!
Happy 100 to a fellow “inner-French” girl who loved to eat well! An inspiration to foodies everywhere.
Someone told me today that you can try to give as much grace as you can, but there comes a time when you have to say, “you need to get your shit together.” And I guess there might be some truth to that, but imagine if that’s what God said to me.
“Sorry Netanya, but you used up all my grace. I can’t give you anymore.”
Gosh. Thankful that His grace is never-ending, that He is molding me and transforming my heart, and always pulling me back into His goodness.
My job this summer has been such an unexpected blessing. I work for conference services at my university and during the summer my school basically turns into a hotel where groups and camps stay. Occasionally, we get a chance to talk to some of our clients and I’ve had some of the most interesting conversations about Christ, sin, culture, politics, religion, ect. It’s been such as good thing and I’m always surprised when it happens.
I was monitoring in the theater tonight for Worldview, and I started talking to a man about traveling, studying abroad, and my experience being an exchange student. He told me has also traveled most of his life and has met people from all over the world. We started talking about the differences between cultures, particulary French and American, and how Americans are more public about their personal lives while the French are more private. As we were talking about this, he began to tell me a story about a Russian girl at his church who told him that Americans just give their smiles away and it means nothing, but when Russians smile they are giving you their whole heart; a part of themselves. He explained to her that when Americans give a smile, we are acknowledging you as a fellow human being. In this moment they both shared a common understanding and respect of each other’s cultures. But the last thing he said was, “Isn’t it amazing that despite where we come from, we as Christians share a common foundation. And that’s Christ. Because we make an effort to understand each others’ cultures, we understand that forming those relationships will be different or slower-paced than we are used to, but the same goal is there for both of us. The goal is to share Christ.”
Such a thought-provoking statement, and one that stirred my heart and prayers for those sharing the gospel in foreign countries. The same need for Christ is there, and I pray that the Sprit will break down those cultural barriers so the truth can be proclaimed to all the nations.
So I was still
I was under your spell
When I was told by Jesus all was well
So all must be well
Just give me time
You know your desires and mine
Wrap my flesh in ivory and in twine
For I must be well
Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
So keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn
Well keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn
-Mumford & Sons “Below my feet”