Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Nicaragua, te amo.

One year ago today I woke up with a song of determined hope in my heart that, against all odds, we would hit water in the stubborn ground of the village of Lomas del Pansillo; because I was not more sure of anything else than my uncontested belief that our God is a God of miracles.

One year ago today I was kneeling on Nicaraguan ground, with empty, mud-caked hands raised praying for God to shatter the earth below our feet.

One year ago today I was sitting at the controls of a drill rig humming, Hosanna, save us, because we needed a savior that day.

One year ago today I stood paralyzed, not knowing what I was feeling - the words to describe it still escape me - as we were told that the ground was unbreakable with the only drill we had available to us.

One year ago today I asked God to break my heart for what breaks His.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

So, it's Valentine's Day.

Yesterday while I was overseeing third graders decorate bags to hold all of the Valentine's they would receive tomorrow, I had an epiphany. I realized that in elementary school we learn something so valuable through Valentine's Day that we end up forgetting as we get older and supposedly wiser. 

We learn that we have more than enough love within us to give out to everyone we meet.

Think about it. You go to the store with your mom or dad (or whatever grown up takes care of you, as we say in school now) and stand in the aisle of boxed valentines carefully choosing two or three of your favorite boxes and examining the designs and messages on each one. Hmmm princesses, *NSYNC, or the Lion King? JT's blonde tips are horrendous so, hard pass. The Lion King ones aren't nearly pink enough for a proper Valentine's Day by my standards but nothing says love like Simba and Nala. Am I right or am I right? The saying on this Simba one is a little weird though, who would I give that one to? The grown up who took you to the store tries to influence your decision because now you're just spending entirely too much time deciding but you won't be rushed. This is important. You will put intense thought into it as you relish in the anticipation of seeing the faces of your classmates light up when they open your perfectly chosen card, sealed with matching, precisely wrapped sticker.

The seemingly crazy thing is that you probably put the same amount of work into choosing, writing out, and sealing each valentine. You're giving a little love to everyone in your class that day. Everyone. Even that one kid you want to choke because he trips you, steals your pencil, and makes fun of your crush. Maybe you give him your least favorite valentine in the box but you still give him one because you firmly believe that no one should get left out on Valentine's Day. Or you just do it because everyone else is doing it but regardless, you still took the time and put in the effort to give some love to all.

What a relevant and easy-to-understand example of how we should be living every day. Just how and when did we forget this?

Somewhere along the way Valentine's Day became about you and one other person. One other person who may be your significant other, one other person that you are trying to find before Valentine's Day so you're not "alone", one other person who broke your heart either long ago or recently and is the root cause of your Valentine's Day "loneliness".

Can we try something new this year? Or rather, something most of us have not done in a while? Can we make tomorrow about everyone? About loving everyone. About smiling at everyone we pass on the street, in the hallway, at the grocery store. About remembering that there are people who love you everyday and sometimes that love can bring you so much more peace, comfort, and wholeness than a romantic love can.

I'll be spending part of this Valentine's Day with a friend who I don't get to see nearly as much as I'd like to. I'm excited to catch up with her, hear about what's going on in her life, and learn how to love her better. I already know it'll rank among my top best Valentine's days ever.

I pray we can all love each other just a little (or a lot) more unconditionally tomorrow and every day. Because after all, what love really means is choosing to give someone your time and friendship, no matter what.  [[ Shout out to Liquid Kids for that one :) ]]

Clothed in love,
Kelly

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Anxiety, fear, & strength.

My alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m. and my eyes snap open. Alert, but not quite ready to go. Paralyzed is more accurate. From the minute I wake up my day's agenda starts reeling through my mind. Bar Method 5:30-6:30, shower and get ready, sub at middle school half day 7:55 - 11:30, eat lunch, drive to campus (pick up rechargeable batteries on the way), read and write short reflection for class 2-3, meeting with Priya 3-4, meeting in COP 4-5, class (stop and grab something to go for dinner first. Oh, and coffee, always coffee) 5:30-8.

Super organized, well planned out, nothing can go wrong. Right?

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

En el nombre de Jesús

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of to-do lists and emotions as I've been prepping to leave to go to Nicaragua on a clean water trip, or as my devotional last night said, I'm getting ready to "travel with a purpose." Between finishing up projects for work, running around to countless stores to make sure I have everything I need, volunteering at church and Girls On The Run, and then remembering to do things like laundry, eat, and sleep, it's been busy to say the very least.

All week I've been flooded with texts and messages and in-person conversations of "Are you ready?!" "You must be so excited!" "When are you leaving?!" "OMG you leave so soon!" All I could say in response is "I'm so nervous! I don't even know why." 

I honestly didn't know why I was so nervous until last night when I was in the middle of our first pre-trip devotional from Living Water International, the organization that my church partners with to make these trips happen.

They asked, "Do you have any fears or apprehensions about going to a new place?" No, I don't get apprehensive about things like this. I love learning about other cultures, and people and what they love -- mid-sentence my hand stopped writing. I knew why I was nervous.