Where I am now.

Obviously, the "I am going to post every single day in July" thing didn't work out.  I warned you it might not.

But you know, this break from blogging for a lot of this summer has been a huge refreshment to me.  I have a few lists of topics and ideas.  I am excited about leading a few devotionals over the next semester.  What do you think about these?

• A weekly "five things on my mind" post. Those are easy and fun to write, will update my friends and family about what I'm up to, and they'll be regular.
• A series on prayer
• A series of tips for incoming college students
• What breaks the heart of God (and is it breaking ours?)
• A few pictures of the inside of my new house and bedroom in Aggieland
• A series about how not to be self-serving in college, creating a new college student mindset
• Why bad things happen
• How I survived high school without a boyfriend and what the Lord says about His love and purpose of romantic relationships (for all of my slightly younger readers)
• A series on Ecclesiastes (one of my favorite books of the Bible)

I am pretty excited about what's on this list.  Several of these things are what the Lord has laid on my heart this summer.  I believe He's asking me to share what I am learning to minister to others and to lay out my thoughts for my own growth.

I also no longer plan to post absolutely nothing during the month of August, although I do plan to share only once or twice a week that month, depending on my schedule, my motivation, and my inspiration.  September should contain quite a few more blog posts than August.

I will be traveling back to Aggieland very soon, which should possibly give me a little more time to write.  Also, in Aggieland, spirit and inspiration are everywhere.  I am excited to have some time and personal space in which to write some more.

I am excited to share pieces of my heart with you over the next semester.  For those of you still checking up on this blog, thank you.  It means the world to me.  Obviously, I and this blog have been undergoing some changes this summer and last year.  I know internet-folk don't like change, which means that some of my regular readers don't like my not-so-daily schedule and my new blog layout and that my writing style changes as I grow older.  If you dislike the changes, I understand.  If you embrace them, then I will eagerly show you what God has been showing me.

Your emails and comments of encouragement have been so special to me.  I treasure them.  Thank you, my friends.  If you have any feedback about things that are changing or should be changing, don't hesitate to let me know.  I welcome constructive criticism, as long as it is written in love, and I certainly welcome encouragement (with tears and smiles).

Expect to see more over the next semester, although this season of my life is changing me and this blog.  I haven't left.  Things are only changing.  I'm still learning how to adjust my blogging habits to the latest season of my life.

So that's where I am right now.

The Snake Attack

Five things on my mind.

1.) For the last five years, I have sponsored a child from Kenya, Africa through Christian Relief Fund.  Her name is Lavin.  She's not only beautiful and loved unfailingly by Christ, but Lavin has been gifted with many talents.  She's an artist.  Lavin draws beautiful flowers that I could never hope to match.  She's a singer.  Lavin has a knack for remembering new songs with ease and singing them in a lovely voice.  She's filled with joy, despite hardships in her life.  When Lavin smiles at you, you cannot help but smile back.

Lavin calls me her mother, much to my honor.  We write each other back and forth several times a year.  The things she writes are so sweet, praying for my family members by name, recalling memories of the week we spent together, sharing Bible verses and things she learned in Sunday school.

I love my sweet adopted daughter, Lavin.  She's precious.

The other day, I stumbled again across the first photograph I ever saw of Lavin.  It was the first impression I ever had of the little girl.  She was ten years old and wearing a brand new school uniform.  Lavin had only been in school for a short time; at ten, she had just begun the first grade.  As a partial AIDS orphan living in the slums of Kisumu, receiving an education was something Lavin had never thought was possible, but Christian Relief Fund provided Lavin with great hope for her future.

A team traveled to Kenya again this summer, bringing her a letter I'd written for her.  When they returned, they brought back a sweet letter from Lavin and a new photograph.  I'd just gotten a new picture of Lavin in the spring, so the new one was a pleasant surprise.

Lavin is fifteen now and growing up fast.  Her letters reflect her increasing maturity and heart for the Lord.  She's so radiant with joy.  It's clear that God created Lavin with a loving purpose.  He knew what He was doing when He made Lavin.

I'm proud of this girl.

2.) I had an adventure the other day.

I getting ready for work Monday morning when I heard my mother call for help.  "What is it?" I asked, a little concerned, as I came downstairs.

A very large, very angry, and very ugly non-poisonous snake was sitting on our front porch.  It hissed so loud that I could hear it across the house, even though it sat outside with the glass door shut.  Our dogs were going a little crazy at the sight of the snake.  Our outside cat didn't seem to care about the snake's presence.

My mom is terrified of snakes; I'm not.  I tried to scoop it up with a snow shovel and throw it away from the house, but it wrapped itself around something.  And struck at me several times.  I finally gave up and went to work.

Mom said it took a couple of hours before the snake calmed down and slithered away.  Ugly thing.

I hope you can see this video.  Be sure to watch to the end.  You might get a surprise.



3.) Ali is still in China, which means I still miss her.  I'm sad I won't get to see Ali before I leave for Aggieland.  I'll miss her by only four days!

I continue to write to Ali every few days on her Facebook wall.  We text sometimes, but Ali's gift is certainly not keeping in touch with me. 

4.) Since I'm leaving in only two days, I've been trying to spend a little extra time with my family. 

Dinners, movies, silly little adventures.  I went out on a one-on-one date with my dad, I had lunch with my mom at one of our favorite restaurants, saw The Dark Knight Rises, watched a few weird television shows, bribed our parents to take us all out for snow cones, and took the "kids" out to get ice cream from one of the yummiest places ever.

We have fun.

5.) The closer it gets to the time I move out, the more I realize how much I'm going to miss my dogs.

We have the sweetest dogs.  They're all a little small and a little silly sometimes, but they're sweet.  I've loved having them around during the rough parts of this summer.  I wish they could hang around my house in college.

See that sweet face?  Boo is getting older these days.

She waits for me on my stairs until I come out of my room.

Of course Jack's pretty awesome too.

I have a third dog named Buddy.  He's also pretty sweet, but he's older and I didn't take any pictures of him this week.

I love my dogs.  One day, I'd like a Yorkie.

And that's what has been on my mind this afternoon.

Chariots of Fire

2 Kings 6:15-17

When the servant of the man of God got up early the next morning and went outside, there were troops, horses, and chariots everywhere. “Oh, sir, what will we do now?” the young man cried to Elisha. 

"Don’t be afraid!” Elisha told him. “For there are more on our side than on theirs!” Then Elisha prayed, “O Lord, open his eyes and let him see!” The Lord opened the young man’s eyes, and when he looked up, he saw that the hillside around Elisha was filled with horses and chariots of fire.

Whatever trials you are experiencing in this moment, know this with absolute certainty: there is a battle waging around you.

The Lord is with you.  He loves you unfailingly.  He is fighting for you.  He is pursuing you.  He will not leave you.

There have been times in my life that I have felt completely and utterly alone.  Times of hopelessness.  Times of helplessness.  Times of tears and yearning and cries to the Lord, "Where are you?"  Frustration.  Bitterness.  Defiance.

And through it all, God's love has not faltered.

How powerful is that?  It's huge.  

In your darkest of times, he has never left your side.  He has never stopped loving you.  He has never stopped romancing you and drawing you near to him.  He cherishes you.  

Psalm 138:3

As soon as I pray, you answer me; you encourage me by giving me strength.

You are so loved.  

In your darkest of times, the Lord is near.  He is holding you.  He is daily carrying your burdens.

Don't give into discouragement today.  Don't lose hope.

He is near.  He is fighting for you.

Just hope.

Here is yet another post about the five things on my mind tonight.  I'm really enjoying these.  They don't take a whole lot of effort, but I'm able to share some of my thoughts from the last few days.

1.) Ali has been in China for much, much too long.

Did you know that China doesn't have Facebook?  I'd heard that before, but I didn't really stop to think about what that meant until Ali went off to China and is unable to check her Facebook whatsoever... because there is no such thing as Facebook in China.

That blows my mind. 

And that doesn't stop me from writing to Ali on Facebook anyways.  She'll just get everything all at once.  I didn't want to be an annoyance and clutter up her entire wall, so I just comment on the same post every few days.  I miss her.  It's weird being in my hometown without Ali.

We do text back and forth, but I just miss seeing her face.  And telling her everything that's going on in my life (and not needing to tell her because she's in the middle of everything going on in my life).

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2.) I'm coming to realize with each passing day that I have a really, really, really cute dog.  Jack is awesome.

I mean, holy moly, how can you not look at that face and say, "Awwwwwwww"?  He is so smiley.

3.) Sooo B. Reith tweeted me.  It definitely was a day-maker.  I'm not much of a fangirl, so there wasn't any squealing or jumping up and down, but I did take a screenshot.  And I did re-post that on Facebook and instagram.  And I did show most of my family and friends with a fairly big smile on my face.  (Maybe I am a fangirl after all.)

4.) I haven't been sleeping much lately, which is why I haven't been blogging.  By the time work and Bible study and family time and friend time are all over, I'm too tired to write coherently, but I can't sleep.  I'm ready to sleep.

Perhaps I will sleep tonight.  The Lord has been whispering to me all day that sleep comes from Him.  I'm asking for some.

5.) Interning at Christian Relief Fund has been such an amazing experience this summer.  I've learned so much from the business/"how things work in real life" side of ministry and humanitarian work, but the Lord is also showing me more about how His heart for the needy needs to be overflowing into mine.

Recently, I've been thinking about how much each child in Africa is cherished by God.  Christ loves these kids with such a powerful, unfailing love.  I think about how they have been hurt and forgotten on this earth.  And then I can't help but think how I am only one, but perhaps I can change something.

I am pleading with the Lord to break my heart for what breaks His, even if it shatters me to pieces.  I don't want to be sheltered from the hurts of this world.  I want to embrace the hungry, love the unlovable, and undeniably reflect God's heart.

I am still learning.

Shrunken Heads? Tattoos?

It's been a good day.  The Lord is showing me joy.  Even in the darkest places, there is beauty.  Such beauty.

Five things on my mind tonight.

1.) I'm a tattoo artist.

Just kidding.

Before she left for China, Ali and I were spending some time together.  I said something about not being that artistic and Ali said, "You're actually very artistic.  You just suppress it."  I'm still not so convinced about that, but I suppose I can make pretty bird tattoos with a Sharpie.  I never would have guessed. 

Rebekah is always ready to volunteer for these things.  Actually, she was the one who convinced me to attempt a "tattoo" on her leg, just for the fun of it.  It turned out being better than we expected, since, like I said, I'm not that artistic. 

2.) My grandma is having breast cancer surgery early tomorrow morning.  Your prayers will be greatly appreciated.

3.) I'm still tweeting.  I still like it so far.  I haven't fully gotten down that whole hashtag business yet, although I'm kind of getting the hang of it.  It's fun though.  And guess what my page looks like today?  Pretty birds. 

Christian Relief Fund, where I work, also has a Twitter, but we don't have a whole lot of followers yet.  Give us a hand and help raise awareness? 

4.) This little girl impresses me so much.  Her voice... her age... her talent.

5.) I have a shelf in my bedroom covered in things I brought home from Kenya, like a little wooden figurine of a lion I was given at a church service... and a stone elephant I bought at the market.  And a tribal gourd a precious family gave to me and a friend in a remote village out in the bush.

Above this shelf, I hang something a little disturbing.  The first time Ali saw it, she gasped and recoiled with horror, refusing to get too close.  "Is that... what I think it is, Emily?"  (Whenever she uses my full first name, it usually means I'm in trouble.)

I grinned.  "It's a shrunken head I brought home from Africa."

"Oh no, Emily.  Get rid of it.  That's not okay to have."

"I love it."

And so there it still hangs.

The question is, was I telling the truth?  You can decide for yourself.

...I miss Ali tonight.  It's been several days since she left.  We went from spending every summer night together to nothing at all, not Facebook, not phone calls, nothing.  It's a little sad.  

Miss you.

Waging War

WARNING: This is silly and has no point other than to make me laugh.

Today Rebekah came over and waged a war with me.  This battle was long-anticipated and much-deserved.  A huge fire-anthill sits on the roadside down where I park my car next to the barn.  It is not welcome there, since I must walk that road several times a day, but they won't seem to leave.

See, I have a grudge against fire ants.  I have ever since I was attacked by the inhabitants of another anthill when I was innocently standing in a field with my friend Stephanie several months ago.  I received so many bites that I still bear the scars.

Fire ants are despicable to me.  (Don't get too heated.  I'm kidding... kind of.)

Rebekah and I decided to make them leave.  Earlier in the day, I had stacked rocks atop the entrance to the hill, but since they were still milling about, my attempt hadn't done a whole lot of good.

Although I hate fire ants, I'm also terrified of them.  After all, they left me scarred.  Rebekah wasn't afraid much at all, so she boldly stepped about the anthill... until one of them jumped onto her shoe and bit onto the leather.  We laughed (and screamed a little) as Rebekah took off the shoe, shook it around, and the ant continued to cling onto the strap with its little jaws.  Crazy little thing.

Rebekah and I were ready to fight fire (ants) with fire.

We had one small firecracker left over from the fourth of July, so Rebekah stuck it right inside the anthill and after much struggle to get the thing lit, we attempted to blow the ants to kingdom come.  Unfortunately, the firecracker was pitiful and didn't do a whole lot more than anger the ants, for good reason.

A few sparklers were also left over, so we lit a single sparkler and held it over the entrance to the anthill.  This did a little bit more damage, but ants aren't stupid.  They fled from the flame.  Our intention was to destroy their hill and force them to leave, not necessarily kill as many ants as possible.  Sadly, all we did was singe a few grains of gravel and rock.  The sparkler didn't do much.

Our last idea was to flood the anthill.  My dad warned us that this wouldn't do a whole lot... since, after all, what do ants do when it rains?  I still don't know the answer to that.  But Rebekah and I were determined, so we filled two big pitchers of water and carefully flooded the entrance to the hill.

It turned from a small puddle...

...to a gaping crater.

Damage had finally been done.  The anthill was in ruins, with several gaping holes, saturated with water, singed from the fire, and the ants were scattering, just like we had hoped for.  Rebekah found and exterminated their queen.  Our work was finished. 

Rebekah and I celebrated together as dark storm clouds gathered overhead, our favorite weather.  Victory was ours.  The fire ants are welcome to leave and create a new hill somewhere, so long as it isn't on the pathway I walk a few times each day and night.

It was a fun day. 

How the Story Continues

B. Reith has been one of my favorite artists for a few years now.  I've told you guys about a few of my favorites of his songs, like "Mess" and "You Should Know."  More than two years ago, I reviewed one of his albums... I can't believe it's been so long.

About a week ago, B. Reith came out with a new mixtape.  The best part is... it's available for free download on his website, www.breith.com, so what are you waiting for?  Go get it!  It's great.  B. Reith never disappoints.  He is such a talented lyricist, singer, and rapper.  Most importantly, his lyrics have a depth that reflect the heart of Christ.  I love that.  I could listen to his music all day.  Some of B. Reith's songs are clearly about his relationship with the Lord; others are clean, fun, and refreshingly wholesome.

Recently, I was telling a friend about B. Reith and they asked what I liked about him most.  I replied that I love upbeat rap and I also love chill music that helps me to relax and feel at peace.  B. Reith gives both.  He's the only artist I know that can pull off both rap and chill music at the same time. And his lyrics, a huge deal to me, are fantastic. 

"How the Story Continues," B. Reith's latest, consists of nine tracks.  A few are remixes of some of his songs from his last album.  Others are brand new.

"After the Beep" is catchy and fast-paced.  B. Reith and Isaiah Tate rap throughout the majority of the song, which is pretty awesome.  I absolutely love his remix of "Simple Days."  Night and day from "After the Beep," B. Reith croons "Simple Days" and adds a little bit of rap here and there.  I actually like B. Reith's remix of "Lonely Hearts" more than I do the original, which surprised me.  "Tippy Toe" is so much fun.  It's one of my favorites of these new songs.  "Get Out My Life" is soulful and heartfelt.  "Life of an Artist 1.0" made me laugh.  B. Reith is brutally honest and maintains such positivity and humor, even when things have clearly been difficult for him.  I was pumped that B. Reith made a remix of "Made for More," which features Lisa Gungor and Lecrae (two amazing artists as well), simply because I love the song.

Basically, B. Reith is pretty awesome.  I'm constantly recommending his music to my friends.  I've never met this guy.  I don't even know where I found his music, but it's art.  He has true talent.  Because of this, I thought I would encourage you, my friends, to check out this new mix tape.  Support this guy.  His lyrics are honest and sincere, he loves the Lord, and he has genuine talent.  What is there not to like?

Summer Nights

Tonight I will share a few things on my mind.

1.) A team from Christian Relief Fund left for Kenya today.  It's killing me to not be there with them.  However, I hope they have the best time possible.  I pray the Lord uses them to transform lives for Christ, keeps them safe, and shows them things they need to learn through the beautiful African people.  I keep telling myself: next summer.  Next summer. (And I'm so thankful my sweet friend Madrene is bringing my daughter Lavin a letter from me to let her know how much she is loved.)

2.) I started tweeting.  I'm not sure how long that will last, but I'm having a bit of fun with it so far.

3.) I went to see The Amazing Spider-Man last night.  It's one of my new favorite superhero movies now.  Yes, it was that good.  While I was at the theater, I had an interesting experience.  Here is what I wrote about it on Facebook.  No worries.  The man was only teasing me.

4.) While I'm talking about social media, I really like the look of my Facebook timeline right now.  Of course, I love most black and white things.

5) I am also enjoying my iPhone case.  Seriously, I love black and white.

6.) Luke, my little brother, is about to turn thirteen.  He's getting so big now.  Even his hands are beginning to dwarf mine.  His shoes are now several inches longer than mine.  How is Luke already such a big kid?  In my head, I still envision him as so young.
But he's almost my big brother now.

And want to know a little secret?  I think his voice has started to change. :)

7.) Summer nights are peaceful out here.  I like to sit outside after dark and watch the moon rise.

I wouldn't mind so much if every night was a summer night.

8.) "Tumaini" means "hope" in Swahili.

I have hope about several things right now.  This summer is slowly getting better.  It feels a little bit like the light rain after a heavy storm.  Peaceful, still damp and dreary, but much better.  Survivable.  I'm thankful for that.

I have hope that God is moving in Africa.

I have hope that God is moving in next semester at Texas A&M, before next semester even begins. 

I have hope that I will see Ali before Christmas.

I have hope that the Lord will bring more than a sense of peace to this summer.  He will bring great joy. 

Tumaini.

The Wilderness

Hosea 2:13-16

"...She decked herself with rings and jewelry,

and went after her lovers,

but me she forgot,"

declares the Lord. 

"Therefore I am now going to allure her; 

I will lead her into the wilderness

and speak tenderly to her.

There I will give her back her vineyards,

and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.

There she will respond as in the days of her youth,

as in the day she came up out of Egypt.

"In that day," declares the Lord,

"you will call me 'my husband';

you will no longer call me 'my master.'"

This passage is about Israel, but I believe it can also be applied to our lives as Christians.  There are times when I go through spiritual deserts.  Perhaps I become caught in a pattern of sin and pride.  Perhaps I become burdened with the weight of the worries and hurts all around me and don't place those troubles into the Lord's hands.  Whatever the case, there are certainly seasons of my life when I feel stuck in the wilderness.

I love that a bit of the Gospel is in this Old Testament passage.  Turning away from the Lord and being swept back up into His grace.  The transformation of relationship from servant to bride.

She decked herself with rings and jewelry, and went after her lovers, but me she forgot.

When I was younger, I openly denied God and placed every painful thing in my life upon my own shoulders.  I stubbornly bore my own struggles and sadness.  I hurt and cried and yet I still forgot who the Lord was.  His beauty.  His love.  His grace.  His being.

Any time I've ever put something above my relationship with the Lord, it has become my lover.  I am His bride.  Idols and priorities I place higher than Christ are lovers that keep me from falling completely in love with Him.

When I was in a place of total defiance from God, instead of leaving me to wallow in my despair, He stepped in.  He embraced me into His loving arms and when I rejected His very touch, He pursued my heart.

Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.

Sometimes what best gives you a shock of reality is a painful trial.  When I was fourteen, I struggled with depression.  At fifteen, I lost a friend to suicide.  When I was eighteen and feeling completely secure and complacent in the relationships I had in my life, the Lord asked me to go to a university that was so much bigger than my comfort zone would ever willingly allow and so much further away from my hometown than I had ever wanted.  At first, every friend I had seemed to be miles and miles away and I had to learn that when I felt like I was alone in the world, God was there for me.

This summer, I have been shown that every earthly relationship will break and fall short of human expectations.  Hearts will be broken.  Trials will come over and over again.  Yet God's love is enough.

Even when I feel frustrated at the Lord, He has never left me.  He continues to allure me with His endless love.  He leads me to a place where He is all that's left and then He simply loves me.  He whispers words of beauty.  He sings songs of joy to my heart.  And when I clap my hands over my ears and stubbornly refuse to listen, He holds me close until I do.

The wilderness is rough, but it has purpose.  Every wilderness can be turned into a place of restoration.  Beauty will rise from the ashes.

There I will give her back her vineyards, and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.  There she will respond as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt.

Achor means "trouble."  Even if you are stuck in a wilderness, a low place of weariness and hurt, the Lord desires to romance you.  He can bring you out of the deepest valley.  He will restore beauty into your life and make your darkest trouble a source of hope.  How beautiful.

This is the Gospel.

That summer before I started high school, after the Lord broke and transformed my heart, I was filled with a fire like I've never had before.  I couldn't get enough of the Word.  I wanted to learn.  I wanted to grow.  I wanted everyone to know about the One who had rescued me and made me whole.  I was young and childlike in my faith, but I was on fire.  This was the time He brought me out of Egypt.  As He took me from the wilderness and embraced me into His great love, I rejoiced.  I eagerly drank Him in with a thirst stronger than I had ever felt.

As the Lord brings me out of the wilderness, He restores my soul.  He replaces my troubles with hope.  And I feel invigorated again, more and more excited about what He has done and what He will do.  Because of this, I am thankful for the trials.  I am thankful for the wilderness.  It renews my hope in Him.

"In that day," declares the Lord, "you will call me 'my husband'; you will no longer call me 'my master.'"

One thing I've learned from the darkest places is that Jesus is not distant.  He hears me.  He treasures me.  He loves me.  He is not only my master.  He is my father, my friend, my groom.  And I am His bride.

This is the Gospel, my friends.

Christ brought me from the wilderness into His love.  He transformed my heart.  He loves me through my brokenness.  And instead of leaving me to my defiance, my pride, and my broken heart, He loves me with an unfailing love.

I am so thankful.

Hosea 2:18-20, 23 

I will betroth you to me forever;

I will betroth you in righteousness and justice,

in love and compassion. 

I will betroth you in faithfulness,

and you will acknowledge the Lord.

...I will say to those called "Not my people," "You are my people";

and they will say, "You are my God."

Better than Christmas.

Today is my favorite holiday.  Someone asked me how I could like this day more than Christmas.  Let me make this clear: it isn't because I'm especially patriotic, because I'm not (oh man, I may receive some heated emails after this).  Honestly, I don't care all that much whether we choose a day to celebrate America (or America's independence) or not.

I definitely enjoy being a citizen of America, I appreciate the sacrifice of our soldiers, and I love Americans (and I love people who don't live in America as well), but celebrating our country isn't something on my list of priorities.

It's only a country.  I love Americans.  I like America.

But 4th of July is my favorite holiday.  Every year, we invite family and friends over to our house to celebrate with us.  Everyone brings food: burgers, homemade ice cream, desserts of all sorts.  A few families bring fireworks, as big and bright as we can find.  And at the end of the night, after it gets dark, we have a fireworks display from our driveway.  Since my family lives out in the country, there aren't any rules against fireworks.

When ours run out, we sit out in chairs and watch the beautiful fireworks from the in-town parks color the horizon, brighter even than the lights of the city.

Ten reasons I love 4th of July more than Christmas:

1.)  It's summer!  I love warm weather so much more than cold weather. 

2.)  We get to be outside.

3.)  It's a night time holiday... and I love staying up late and watching stars and sparkling lights.

4.)  Family and friends are all together.  It's not just a family thing.

5.)  Delicious food.  Christmas food is good too, but man, homemade ice cream is the best.

6.)  There isn't stress of buying gifts and last minute shopping.  The materialism disintegrates quite a bit and is replaced with comradery, stories, and quality time (my love language). 

7.)  The funniest things seem to happen on 4th of July and wonderful memories are always made.  Everyone is in a good mood because summer just does that to you.

8.)  Fireworks are beautiful!

9.)  Sparklers.

10.)  The smells.  Every family for miles around cooking out on the grill.  The crisp and smoky scent of fireworks. 

I love this day.  Last year's Independence Day was kind of a bummer (I wrote about it), because the Panhandle was undergoing a drought and so we had a fire ban.  No fireworks anywhere and for good reason.  Grass fires swept through the edges of my city and burned down several houses.  With no rain for more than six months, fireworks could have been disastrous.

Since fireworks are a significant part of the excitement of Independence Day, it was a little disappointing to skip them for a year.  It also gave less of a reason for people to drive out to our house, so we had a smaller cookout than usual.

We couldn't even make a small bonfire, so Rebekah and I had to roast our marshmallows over a candle!  (That didn't taste so good.)  We laughed and laughed.

Last summer, I was frustrated with a few things in my life, like my job and worries about college.  God taught me a lot through the drought and lack of water.  He even gave me a new hope the day before the 4th of July.  I'm so thankful for what I was able to learn through the struggle, even if it meant no fireworks for a year. 

This summer has been much harder, so I am so thankful that the Lord allowed us to relax and have a great time for one night.  No worries.  No problems.  It was peaceful.  It was fun.  Even though it hasn't rained much this summer, it did enough.  There were big and beautiful fireworks.  There was a huge celebration.  A feast.  Many guests, family and friends.  So many memories were made.

In fact, thirty-seven people attended our 4th of July celebration at my house.  37.  It was great.

Thanks, Jesus, for letting us have this day of pure joy and quality time.  It was the best.

Goodbyes Hurt.

Today I had to say goodbye to Ali.  She's leaving to study abroad in China and will be there for a month.  By the time she returns, I will be gone for Impact Retreat and Aggieland.  So today was goodbye until at least my birthday in October.

Rough.

Ali and I are best friends.  I'm not sure if we've been more than three months without seeing each other since we first met in elementary school.

Saying goodbye was difficult.  For the last couple of weeks, Ali and I have eaten lunch together every single day.  The memories we've made have been great.  So many good talks and yummy food.  I'm sure going to miss having someone to share my lunch break.

Today we ate lunch at our favorite Mexican food restaurant.  The hour passed by much too quickly.  Soon we were standing in the parking lot, hugging and crying (well, at least Ali was crying) and trying to postpone the inevitable goodbye.

There have been many times this summer when I've felt so lonely and Ali has been there to encourage me and love on me and remind me to stay strong in Christ.  I'm glad to have seen her for a month and a half, but man, I wish she could have stayed here the entire summer.

China will be great for her, I know.

But selfishly, I'll miss having her here with me.

So Many Prince Charmings

I saw Brave tonight. I've been waiting eagerly to see the movie since the first trailer came out, but because of work and traveling, I haven't been able to see it until now. It was well worth the wait.

One thing I enjoyed was that for the first time, the princess made it through an entire film without being swept away by a Prince Charming of some sort.  Even in Mulan (my favorite), while the female protagonist is strong and independent, she eventually must be rescued by her handsome prince.

And that isn't necessarily a bad thing.  It is okay for a girl to be swept off her feet by her "prince."  Love and romance were created by the Lord.  They can bring glory to Him.  However, I admire the fact that a story has finally been told where falling in love isn't something that has to happen in order for the princess to feel satisfied with who she is.

I heard a friend say once, "You aren't a princess because you may fall in love with a prince. You're a princess because you're the daughter of a King."

Merida was not yet ready for love.  She was young and still searching for answers.  She enjoyed life without having to desperately wonder why her prince hadn't arrived.  It wasn't yet that time and she didn't mind at all.  I like that.

I don't want my life to be stuck on pause until my prince comes to carry me away to our happily ever after.  I want to be a girl who pursues Jesus without hesitation.  If He brings a prince who seeks to run towards Him alongside me, then I will rejoice in that.  If He doesn't, I will still rejoice.

God is enough.

Finding love is a wonderful thing.  I hope I find my prince someday too.

But I have found Love.  And as long as I have Him, I am not lacking in anything.

Psalm 16:2
I say to the Lord, "You are my Lord;
Apart from you, I have no good thing."

Home

It seems like every earthly promise breaks apart with time,

And I forget how You told me, "Emily, You're Mine."

When everything I've clung to sifts through my shaking hands,

There's still Your promise, Your grace, the love within Your plan.

Families break. Smiles fade. And everything feels numb.

Those times when I stand up and say, "Father, I am done."

And still You hold me tightly. You whisper, "I am not."

Your loving arms remind me of what I have forgot.

So speak to me. Shelter me. Rest me beneath Your wings.

Satisfy that stubborn place where I feel I have to see.

Bring a peace. Bring a joy. A need for You alone.

For even when I'm broken, Your love has been my home.

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