alright.

getting back on board.

hmm.. kinda been a while..

yeah, looks like i slacked for a few months.. but that's only because i've been hard-coreing it at college.. if you don't watch it, these lectures will suck your life away.. but really, i've been way blessed these past few months.. I don't know what God's thinkin, giving me all that He has.. but nevertheless He is.. and I am far more than thankful for it..

well. that's basically it. I just needed to tell the internet since I've told everyone else that God is sweet. and I'm glad He is mine and I'm glad I am His..

love yall.

day ten.

we went out to meet up with three of our new friends today. and we discussed every topic imaginable. and ate crazy new indian food. and they LOVED watching us eat it. it was apparently funny. and then for dessert, they took us to this place that has been there since the 30's. so its basically the only thing there that's kept up. and we ate, well, dipped this cool dessert bread in this chai tea. mmm. and all the while having waaaay awesome conversation. 

and then we went back to one of our friends house, and checked out her amaaaazing portfolio, (crazy talented photographer, i tell ya.). met her parents. and read their magazine. ((i know this is hard to believe. but two of our friends work for an indian magazine, and im so sorry i can't recall the name, but its the vouge of india. i think the name of it is even vouge translated.. cool, right??))

i really can't express how great this day was. we were able to share so much of Christ has done in our lives. and they were so totally engaged and wanted to know more and more. and baby, we gave it to em.

antyways. when we were leaving, my friend tells me, ((and this is EPIC.))

"After talking to you guys, you've really changed our views of Christians. and Americans. You do not fit the stereotype."

:) who knows??

day nine.

today. was crazy rickshaw day.

rickshaw driver #1.

had a "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life" sticker inside the rickshaw. so, i had to break the boy/girl communication rule to ask. just had to. i said, 'hey man!! you believe in Jesus?!" he turned around, looked me in the eye. and said in a like, umm duh way, "well, yeah!" short. blunt. beautiful. 

rickshaw driver #2.

haha.. this still makes me laugh out loud. because rickshaws are pretty much the jankiest form of transportation ever. just to honest. but this dude.. had a system in his little rickshaw. i mean, big ole speakers. tweeters and woofers and all. it was soo funny. we jammed all over the town to some intense indian beats. 

rickshaw driver #3.

almost got in a fight. by the rickshaw pimp.

honest.

apparently, when there is a group of rickshaws, they establish who gets the next group of people that need a ride. well, we just walked up and jumped in one.  and as the guy starts to drive off, the rickshaw pimp comes over and hits our rickshaw, making it shut-off, of course.. and they went at it.. yelling LOUD, in this foreign language. making just the biggest scene ever.. and rickshaw pimp would just bow up, and our guy would pull his fist back, and rickshaw pimp would kick our rickshaw. it was intense. and we were just sitting there. debating what we should do. but then thankfully, another guy came up and grabbed the pimp and drug him away, and as he did, he kicked the rickshaw, starting it up again.

 oooooh!! we met this pizza hut waiter boy that we just knew HAD to know Jesus.. cause he was the happiest guy in this whole country.. so we called him Jesus.. ((not to his face tho)) and well, today, he gave us free dessert.  :)

and we went shopping today, and i tell you what. i don't know if people were just super nice to us, because we were american and they thought we had a lot of money to spend at their businesses, but they were waaay friendly.. we had so much fun.. they just hung out and joked along with us the whole time we were shopping.. we just shared so many stories, laughs, and bargains.. it was seriously so much fun. i wish the american shopping experience could be as grand.

and this morning, we woke up to check out this whole mosk call thing.. which is just where people wake up at like 5. (mind you, that people do not even get out until 11 here..) and they get up to ring these bells and play these drums for all the gods.. and we're up hearing this stuff, and it was pathetic.

empty.

just a repetitive cry.

sad.

but hey, that's why we're here!! to let em know!!

:)

day eight.

Facts.

1. 400,000 out of 600,000 villages do not even have a single christian presence. ((not a person who keeps Jesus to himself, not someone who knows about Jesus, i mean, not even a single PRESENCE!!))

2. northern indians look oriental. and we found this underground northern indian church this morning. best church i've ever been to. they talked like chinese people. the preacher started with, and i quote, "I ROVE THE LORD!!"

3. we stopped a parade. literally. the people broke away from the line-up to come take pictures with us and dance for us. ((as you can assume, this story is waaay more extravagant to type on a blog. this story requires hand movements. big ones.))

4. to further convince me it's a bad idea to give little children money, this little girl followed us for about a mile, and we finally stopped to give her some rupees and she shook her head and went to walk away. then we found fruit gushers. and she ran back. ((and honestly, who wouldn't? i'm beginning to think we should start a fruit gusher ministry.. i know if someone showed me the love of Christ via such candy, i'd surely believe in Him.. cause those things are hard to give away..))

5. i rode a camel. it bucked.

day seven.

i think if i absolutely had to pick a favorite day, it would be this day.

emily, sara, and i were walking around karnigie park.. (around which is a place called Osho.. so the majority of indians believe that's why americans come there.. to experience all that mess.. and if you don't know what Osho is, look it up.. or well, maybe you shouldn't.. it's basically a huge place where people go for sexual experiments in the form of "meditation".. yeah.. and that's their view of us.. just a bunch of selfish white punks that can't live without orgies..)

well, we stopped to check out this little shoe cart and we look up and see tons and tons of the Osho robes.. (everyone has to wear a maroon robe to enter Osho) and when we see everyone staring us down while we're gawking at the robes, we decided it best to just leave..

well, me and sara look up and emily is screaming, wailing her arms and just runs across the street.. (these streets are CRAZY BUSY, by the way.. traffic ALL the time..)) and we had no idea what she was doing.. and then i realized. and too started throwing my arms everywhere and dashed across the road..

we found an elephant.

we had been praying for this opportunity for only our WHOLE LIVES!!! and me and em are freaking out, naturally.. and sara comes up and was like 'yall calm down, or he'll rip you off'.. so, we tried to keep it together.. but it was unsuccessful.. sara just had to talk him down from the ridiculous charge to ride the elephant.. ((we rode that elephant for less than 4 american dollars.. and Lord knows i'da paid a million..))

well. this is how you get on the thing. he kneels on his back legs.. and you have to step on his ginormous foot and climb up his tail.. got this visual?? and then you just hugged his butt/back until you could grab the crate in the middle of his back.. (and i was surprisingly good at getting on this beast..) 

ok. we are all on the elephant. me, em, sara, and the 'driver', i guess.. and naturally i assumed this crate we were on would be sturdy and tightly fastened to this massive animal.. False. when this big ole dude took a step, we went slidin.. and had to shift our weight every single time he moved. or we would tumble off 5,000 feet down.. and when i look around, we had drawn a crowd!! hahaha.. i promise like 50 people were standing around laughing hysterically.. and i tell you why.. if these guys had never heard of Jesus before in their lives, they definitely knew about him before we got off.. i was praying like nobody's business.. "OOOOH JESUS!!! HELP ME LORD! not fall of this crazy animal!! oh sweet Jesus.. i love you, and i know you love me back, so help us ride this elephant and i'm sorry i had to get higher when you did in fact say lo i am with you always.." and God only knows what else i screamed at him.. i had the time of my life on that elephant.. so much fun..

and if we touched no one else in india, we definitely blessed the 150 people that stopped to watch us (and video, YES THEY VIDEOD US!!).. they laughed until they cried.. crazy white people..

and i must confess, i did a horrible thing after the ride. i was SOOO excited and so thankful for this experience, i hugged the old driver man.. i just couldn't help it.. i was so happy..

k. glad that's off my chest..    ;)

AND! we met some amazing and beautiful girls today.. i just went up, sat at their table and took off just a talking.. you would have thought we were all best friends i swear.. 

and conversation was amazing.. and i'd love to re-cap it all, but i'll just share one of my fav. highlights..

me: (-insert my testimony here-)  Jesus loves me like crazy.. my heart is new and now i love him like crazy.. he really changed me..

super cool new indian friend: awwwwww!! that's so sweet!!

hahaaha.. yeah.. it is sweet, ain't it??

day six.

so today, we went to the temples.. and honestly, it just totally ticked me off.. everyone else was so sad about this devotion to false gods.. and yeah, i mean, it is sad, but i was just mad about it.. 

here's why.

they seriously had to RING a BELL to WAKE UP their god.. what the heck?? 

and they brought flowers and offerings to lay before the "god" that was locked up in this cage.. and who knows if he was even really in there!??

and they kissed the walls, prayed on the walls, whatever they could to the precious walls..

i mean, it just seems to me like eventually after years and years of wall kissin and bell ringin, you would realize that this is just not the way.. even despite the thousands of years your ancestors have been doin it..

but i was walkin around the temple and i go and sit by this girl crying.. i dont know what was wrong with her.. ((probably a lot..)) but i did get to talk to her.. and i'm asking about the gods and all, and she just blabbed some stuff.. i asked her if these gods fulfilled her.. and she replies 'yes', while these tears are just streaming down her face.. soooo, i guessed she lied on that one.. and i asked what else they did.. and after a lot of thinking, she said this one god grants wishes.. so i was like, man, that's cool.. ((cause wouldn't it be??)) and then i asked if hers were ever granted and she said yes.. but couldn't give an example.. ((and i'm thinking, man, if these guys are granting wishes, what the heck are yall wishin for?!?! homeless people and poverty EVERYWHERE.. people totally starving every time you turn your head.. i don't see any corvettes anywhere.. i don't see skittle trees anywhere.. i mean, what the world kind of wishes are yall wishing??))  needless to say, i took this as total crap.

and i try to ask more questions, and she confesses she really didn't know a whole lot about the gods or hinduism.. and i could tell..

but the whole thing was just so sad.. her eyes were so gone.. not "lost".. but just so devoted to every other god ever that she was way too blind to see GOD'S (singular) greatness..

saddest story ever..

day five.

the town is still yet to get used to us apparently.. the great picture war is still going on.. but today these chicks were gettin funny with it.. there was a glass wall between our group and a group of college girls.. and they were trying so hard to be inconspicuous with it.. you know, like, "hey (insert indian lady name here)! let me get a picture of you!" and then they position themselves in front of us and then they move when they actually take a picture.. yah.. but as they do this for yet another 4th time, i just turn my head and cheese hard for that picture.. and this girl was so shocked.. hahaha.. but we shared a good jolly laugh together.. through the glass wall..

***

alright.. now.. we have been hearing this one particular indian song EVERYDAY.. it must be a very popular one.. well, of course i can't make out the words, but i know the tune so well i can't help but sing it.. and i feel it must not be in english.. it has to be another language.. well, i know a little spanish.. Jesus te ama.. so there i was singing spanish to this popular indian song.. ALL the time..

and it occurs to me as i'm singing Jesus Te Ama, that NO ONE here knows spanish!! if anything, they might know some english.. so i drop that song and pick up with 'Jesus Loves Me'.. and as i'm ever so cheerfully singing this, 2 guys ride by on a bike and start singing along!!! yes!!! they know Jesus Loves Me!!! and sang in unison with us the whole song.. until their bike pedaled their voices away..

how cool is that??

i'm thinking they were some angels, yall..

God is everywhere. no doubt.. people just need to look around a little bit..

((this was the ONLY dumpster in the WHOLE town where the trash was actually IN the dumpster))

day four.

oh man.. one of our girls got sick.. like reeeeeeeeal sick.. so we spent a lot of time with her at the hospital.. we thought she'd enjoy our company.. but i don't think i was very helpful.. i just kept telling her to get up.. and just leave..

i thought she was fakin it.. so..

(she wasn't.. she was actually very ill.. but she's good now!!!!!!)

***

oh man. they have chicken lolly pops here.. how cool is that!!! yes, like chicken sucker looking things.. soooo good.. and they sell cups of corn!!! like where in america, you would see a maggie moos selling cups of ice cream or people walking around with an auntie anns pretzel.. nope, here, it is a cup of corn.. 

((and i took it upon myself to quote one of the all-time greatest movies ever, NACHO LIBRE.. and yelled across the mall, "hey!! hey!! save me some of that corn for later!!!".. not thinking the guy would actually hear me and save me some corn.. but when we went up the escalator, the little corn guy was yelling "hey! don't you want your corn?!!"..))

my snaps..

***

its still weird over here.. like, the ways you would normally show the love of Christ, would just send a totally different message here.. like talking to people of all ranks, would show that you are disrespectful..  :(   and smiling at people would show that you are just apparently a little promiscuous.. and hugging would send the same message..

so, i was out of ammo for a little while.. those were my best love tools.. 

((on a side note, i believe that eventually people just realized i was american and that was the way we love and respect people, so i feel that ultimately they knew i was showing them something new and something real..))

day three.

man.. the people here in india, and well, americans too, just do not get what a christian is.. and i must admit, its because we have skewed the image.. they don't get christianity as a different religion.. ugh.. religion.. i don't even consider it even a religion.. it's a relationship.. but people see it as dropping things, habits.. setting your 'life' aside, taking it easy.. but where the heck does God say that?? we are supposed to be taking risks!! there is a REAL war going on here.. and God wants us to be fighting in it. front line.. we are to be the wildest of them all.. adventurous.. not sitting back, hiding.. not doing all we can to try and "earn grace".. (oxymoron!!) maybe we should clarify that following Christ is not church every sunday, bible at five o'clock every morning, but putting your life at risk and fighting for Christ.. loving.. and SHOW them real christianity..

just sayin..

day two.

so today we met up with a guy that lives there in Pune and has dedicated his life to the Lord and to the people of Pune.. he gave us a run-down of the culture and things to expect and whatnot.. and we all shared our testimonies.. and that was just such a blessing.. it was nice to hear everyone's story.. it was just crazy encouraging.. these people in my group all had a sincere and wonderful heart.. and i was more than glad to be a part of it..

and while we are sharing our testimonies, one of our mentor man's friends comes in.. abishek.. he was in college there in Pune and he shared his testimony of how he came to accept Christ.. awesome.

and he prayed for us.. and it was honestly one of the most beautiful things i've ever heard.. having a thick indian accent, praying to the one TRUE God, instead of the 36 million others, was so refreshing.. 

***

oh.. and as if not talking to everybody wasn't hard enough on me, guess what else i couldn't do?? SMILE. what the heck?!! of course, if a girl caught it, well that would be alright.. but i could not smile to everyone.. 

see, we are walking along and i guess i was just cheesing it up.. ((cause i'm in india, duh..)) and mentor man was like 'oooh.. look, you might not want to keep smiling at these boys.. cause you're sending out a tooootally different message than what you're probably trying to send..'

really?? yeah.. so, that was absolutely hard to control.. ((i'm going to say all in all i failed in this not smiling area.. i couldn't help it.. sorry indian boys, i was just trying to say 'hey, i notice your presence' via smile..))

***

and today was our first day 'out' really.. we were off to meet college students!!! :)

we would just bop up into college hangouts (i.e. coffee shops, movies, malls, and whatnot..) and meet people.. cool, huh?? ((fyi, this is how i've ALWAYS wished people meeting/friend making was..)) so we would literally sit down at someone's table and just start talking.. these people are SO friendly.. i mean, it was not weird in the slightest that we just plopped down at their table and started conversation.. and seriously, after 5 mins of talking, we would exchange numbers and hang out later.. and they thought it not creepy at all.. ((like most americans would))

so yeah, definitely diggin their friendship customs waaaaaay more..

***

oh man..

we were walking out of the mall, and the beggar children always run up to us ((b/c we're white)) and beg for money.. ((but we don't give money, because that would only go to their like gangster owner.. so we just give them food and water or clothes and stuff like that..)) well, my crew had managed to zip through the herd of little kids.. and i was stuck behind.. and had nothing on me at all to begin with.. but this one little girl.. oh this little girl.. she grabs me.. tight.. and is pushing me backwards.. ((yes, she had a super strength)) and man.. you could just feel these bad spirits.. my body instantly turned stone cold.. this girl was chanting the most evil things.. and you could really feel and see the demons.. it was so sad.. and it was so weird.. you see God's creation and you see demons all in this beautiful little girl..

so. here we go. day one.

well we get out and about the streets of india!! we first go to the indian gate.. apparently a huge landmark and need-to-see of the indian people.. but when walk up to check it out, we quickly became the attraction.. 

people were running up to us and taking pictures of us.. and then they would ask to take pictures with us.. how crazy is that?!?! we were total celebrities.. for once in my life, i was excited to be white.. they loved us.. and the rest of the group was getting a little tired of this 'paparazzi'.. but man, i was loving it.. they were so pumped up about seeing an american.. i couldn't let them down by being too proud to take some pictures with em..   ;)

***

a lady blew me a kiss.. and it actually wasn't that creepy to me.. well, i thought it was the norm, since girls only talk to girls.. but later i learn that that was not a common way of saying hey.. but, oh well.. 

***

and i met snoop dog. ((yeah, the guy finds out we were from america, and well, that's all they know about us.. snoop dog)) and as he introduces himself as such, and i question the sincerety of his claiming to be snoop.. he says 'oh yeah!', while busting an air guitar move.. ((didn't know snoop played guitar like a rocker.. haha..)) 

and then he invites me to come back and take over his business of selling maps.. i politely declined..  

friendly people

((oh and if you're confused about my earlier comment on the no boy/girl talking, boys can talk to girls if it involves business.. and you can talk, of course, if you are a little rebellious to your culture.. duh..))

***

oh man.. i LOVED this!! we were just hanging out.. and this dude walks up to one of the guys in our group and was like 'dude, you have something in your ear'.. so he brushes his ear off.. and the guy was like "i'll get it".. and this kid starts CLEANING HIS EAR.. what?!?!! yes.. we were laughing SO hard.. i mean, this little kid breaks out a fanny-pack full of ear-cleaning utensils and just goes to town on my friends ears.. 

and then he wanted him to pay..

***

oh man.. you have to straight make your shower.. well, really you just turn on a geyser.. ((spelling??)) and well, first night.. i kinda break it.. ((sorry emily turner..)) and as i'm taking this FREEZING cold shower, i just have to chant consistently "i love the lord.. i love the lord.. i love the lord!!!!" reminding myself why i was there.. fun times.. really.

***

oh man.. and PRAISE the LORD there was mcdonalds.. ((lame, i know..)) and it is waaaaay better than ours.. just sayin.. everything is just a tad spicier and the ketchup just a bit sweeter and in india, mustard=HONEY MUSTARD!! could this place be ANY more beautiful??!!! i don't think so.. oh but it was..

and cool tid-bit.. you automatically get coke.. no choice.. you have to get it.. AND if your food isn't served in LESS than a MINUTE, you get a coke for free.. i know.. i know.. amazing..

***

and for supper, we went to a top of the line indian restaurant.. so im trying out this whole indian food thing.. fun.. very fun.. ((and indian food is absolutely delicious, by the way)) but the first thing i tried clogged every artery i ever had in just one bite.. it was saltier than salt.. intense.. but everything was sooooo good!! 

***

oh. and i accept candy from strangers.. so what?? ((turns out, it was a hindu blessingish thing.. but hey, we didn't know.. and we have Jesus.. so no biggie..)) but definitely won't be doing that for a while.. good candy though.. 

arriving into INDIA!!

so. i made it to india. and i just could not believe i was actually there. but, i guess i really was.

we landed in bombay and had a hired driver drive us to Pune, which is the town we would be staying at. and anyway, our driver was a dude. and they DO NOT speak to girls. DO NOT! for india is basically a male dominating country. and women are valued less than cows. yeah. antyways, it kinda hurt me. i mean, i was in INDIA!! i wanted to make a million indian friends! i didn't care if you were boy, girl, 5, or 80. i wanted to be your friend. but no, we can't talk to guys and they can't talk to us. and God made Eve for a purpose, you know. and it was not to be quiet and disrespected by guys. i'm pretty sure.

STILLLLLL on the plane!!! 15 hours later..

ok, well.. here i go again, thinking i'm some sort of poet/songwriter/something of that effect.. (toooootally not, by the way) but when i sit on my swing, i just bust a little rap, or dish out a little folk tune.. ((hate to admit to all this, but this must be prefaced to show how God will let your little dreams come true..)) 

but here's a little "verse", if you will..

i want to be at the bottom of the cloud,

that's ready to pour out and flood this town

of the hearts that have dried up and broken apart

from lack of fulfillment and loss of their God

and as i'm piercing through the clouds (via airplane), God kinda nudges me and says, 

well, you're at the bottom of the clouds.. are you ready?? to pour out my love and flood this town?? and to quench the dried hearts in my name?? that i may mold them back into the likeness of me??

wow. that's what i was like. wow. 

He loves me, don't He??

plane talk

i have no clue where this came from.. well, God i guess.. but i don't know why.. 

we're always going out and ministering to the poor or less fortunate.. ((which is GREAT, because it's our job and what we're called to do..)) but, what about the rich guys?? don't they need Jesus too?? i mean Jesus himself said it'd be easier for that big ole camel to squeeze through that little needle eye than for a rich man to enter in.. so, seems to me like we might should be hardcore witnessin to the top dawgs.. cause they need to see GOD'S richness and love, because they are so horribly blinded by their own richness.. ((one of my fav. bands notes "possession= the king of sin)) 

once again, absolutely not dishing the ministry to the less fortunate AT ALL.. i'm just trying to emphasize that we desperately need to love each other EQUALLY.. EVERYONE needs Jesus.. not just the people worse off than you, not just the people with "more sin" than you, but absolutely everyone..

God loves us equally, so lets relay the message..

new school year. new person.

oh man..

i have just arrived back home from an amazing good time in gulf shores with some of possibly the greatest people ever.. temple church in ruston has a beach retreat every year to have some crazy good fellowship and most importantly to get the freshman plugged in.. and plugged into something good..

and i was so glad i was a part of it.. last year, i remember all i wanted was for someone, preferably an upperclassman, to just take me in and show me just some genuine love of Christ.. so this year, i am more than excited to be able to offer this to other people.. i like having people under my wing.. i love letting God use me in this way.. so i absolutely cannot wait for this year to begin and to just have a ridiculously fun time with all these super fantastic new people.. and to try and conform to Christ's image all the while..

random found "poetry"..

so.. i guess i've wrote "poems" all my life.. and well, anyways.. i ran across a batch of them the other day.. from a span of like 9 years.. crazy, right?? so.. i thought it'd be rather humorous to post some of them.. so i guess from now on you will just be checkin out some old school rhymes..

here's one..

please don't cry the day i die and leave this world behind.

just keep living for Christ and pay my death no mind.

 

for i am sitting with Him in the paradise promised above.

but do remember life's short and people need to know of His love.

 

and yes, I'm actually flying in my body made new.

and if you're a child of God, you soon will be too.

 

Jesus gave the answers to every question i ever had.

and so you know, He really does love you, so smile and be glad.

 

Jesus and I race on the streets of gold, free from all sin.

and since He's the judge, He always lets me win.

 

so please don't cry the day i die, telling this boring world goodbye.

but tell everyone about God's grace and of the party on high.

 

and rest assured that the next sunset you see,

will be painted by none other, than Jesus and me

 

haha.. NO clue when this was written.. 

journal #3

so i don't know why this hit me like it did.. but whatever.. i guess maybe it needed to..

during our mission part of bible school, we were watching a video of just some kid in a small village.. i don't really remember at all what it was about.. i just know at the beginning they filmed a little boy, dirty with torn clothes just sitting on the street.. and this girl that was sitting in front of me turns around and asks me "Do they have food there?"..

i honestly do not even remember what i told her.. i was just shocked that that was the first thing that came to her mind..

but i remember when i was little i wondered about those kids that didn't get to eat.. i felt so bad for them.. i mean, how were they living?! i didn't understand.. and i guess the reality is, that, they aren't..

but i just had to wonder what makes us lose this pain and concern for the starving and hurting when we get older?? what is it about a child's mind that so fully comprehends compassion?? why does that quality seem to dwindle away the older we get??

i think the only thing that keeps me in check is matthew 25:40..

but i'm trying really hard to find that child-like mindset.. it's still in all of us.. we just need to re-locate it..

time-out..

im taking a one-day break from my journals to throw in this grand canyon blog for my grandmother..

so. grand canyon=awesome..

but i must admit, the whole time i was there, i just stood and stared at it. i knew it was something amazing and incredible. but i just couldn't wrap my head around it. i kept trying to figure it out. but i just couldn't. God is even bigger than i imagined.. i mean, i knew he was a big guy, but i mean, how can somebody make this?? and still love me more?? i have no idea.. im still blown away..

oh, and these pictures soooooooooooo do not do the canyon justice.. but you might can get a little taste of it..

journal #2

so for this school year, I’m sharing an apartment with my friend megan.. and I’d say it was all pretty much a God thing how we got to actually room together..

but antyways, megan came on the mission trip to utah.. so.. by spending every single day and with her, I came to know her a little better..

long story(s) short, God has blessed me yet again.. megan is a beautiful girl that really desires people to come to Christ.. and I desperately need/want that energy around me.. 24/7..

so I guess I wrote this just to thank God for the amazing life and blessings He’s so freely giving me..

but…. Haha!! Megan apparently is a magnet to every single being of the opposite sex.. so, I surely have my hands full.. cant have all these scrubs tryin to steal our focus, ya know what im sayin??  ;)  So.. pray for us still.. but I know we’ll be just fine and will have the time of our lives..

Go Dawgs!!