Packing up, and moving out!

Good advice.

Quote from my dad last night:
"It doesn't matter how many times you fall, it only matters how many times you get back up."

Good advice....i love my dad.

My ice cream family.

Today on my drove home, I followed a little piece of heaven. Ok, so it was an ice cream truck. And for those of you who know me, ice cream isnt really a big thing for me. But today...well today was different. I dont know what it was about this Belfonte ice cream truck, but something about the 3-foot-wide scoops of ice cream on the back seemed glorious. I wish i had a picture of the actual back of the truck...this picture isnt the picture i saw...this just doesnt do it justice. I mean, these ice cream scoops were beautiful. I dont know what it was about it...maybe it was the mint-chocolate chip scoop that especially seemed to be calling out to me. Or maybe it was the slogan that said "Family Made Just For You." (Really? I can be apart of an ice cream family.....family, really? Where do i sign up?)

Again, this probably seems really strange to be coming from me, because I'm just not an ice cream person. But today, I was ready to sign the legal documents and join into this amazing ice cream family...mint chocolate chip, strawberry swirl, rocky road, tin roof sunday, chocolate-peanut butter, cookie dough, and all.

The funny thing is that i only followed this truck for maybe two minutes...but you see the impression it had on me. I can still envision the picture on the back. In fact, at one point in my stalkerish following of this truck, i nearly missed the fact that it slammed on its breaks. But i noticed and slowed down as well...dont worry. But thats not what got my attention the most...it was when the truck turned off an exit and i naturally turned my blinker on and was taking the exit as well when i realized that it wasnt the exit i needed! I needed the next exit! Talk about a wake up call.

What's enticing you to get off on the wrong road?

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The frizz.

Its been...oh...something like 3 weeks since i've straightened my hair. Thats a pretty big accomplishment for me. If you know me, I tend to like my hair straight. (although I am growing quite fond of my curly lockes now that its long.) Well Mexico, Texas, and a rain-filled Kansas are not the places for my straight brown hairs to stay straight. So yesterday, being a saturday filled with no plans, i just decided to straighten my hair for the fun of it...knowing that it was pouring down rain outside. But surely the few minutes running to and from my car and the store wouldnt be a big deal for my nicely straightened hair..right?

Wrong. Two seconds and Miss Frizzle showed up. As in...my hair looked like a nasty dog tail. What a waste of 10 minutes of straightener use.

When am I gonna learn that i have curly hair?

What are you still learning to accept about yourself?

I love my job!

Let me just say that I have been blessed to work with some pretty incredible people...they rock my world daily and challenge me to live more and more like Christ the more I spend time with them. Yay God. Can I just have this job for, like, the rest of my life!? Boo for summer internships that have to end, and boo for school that has to start in the fall.

Side note: Is xanga even cool anymore? Im pretty sure its not. Yay for blog "feeds" that go into facebook...there's a slight chance i can keep up with the cool kids. Oh well, its good for my sanity to write things out, so yay for xanga sustaining my emotional health. just kidding.

I know I did this same internship last year, and I grew and changed and was challenged in ways I never have been before or since...but this summer the internship has been another huge growing process for me. Lets just say I have rediscovered that I have passions...like, deep firey burning passions...and i can't contain myself. If any of the youth from Westside are reading this....I LOVE YOU GUYS!! Seriously, I am your biggest fan and I want to go to bat for you guys and help see some dreams become realities. This isnt just a summer thing for me anymore, you guys are plastered to my heart and that wont end with the internship. I'm cheering for you guys.

So...God....is there a way you can give me a job like this...like...somewhere in the world, sometime in my life. Some place where I can encourage students to dig deeper into their faith...to see students "get it"...to see them go on to become passionate leaders for the cause of Christ. I may be artistic, I may love to write, but there is a passion that burns stronger and deeper than that. I want people to know you, and to become more like you. Use me. And whether that is in the form of a job, or just as a volunteer...send me! For as long as KC is my home, I will be walking along side the youth of Westside Family Church cheering them on every step of the way. Thank you God for reviving my passions.

I love my job....and just like last year, I'll probably bawl my eyes out when its over. But one thing is different, passion doesnt die with an internship, or with a summer. Community doesnt have to stop the day one chapter of life ends. The people I look up to and admire and respect and call my friends, they dont go out of the picture.

Thank you, God.