This my dad.

This is a snippet of why I like him.

- He tells me he loves me. All the time. And he's not lying.
- He patiently listens to my opinions even when everybody knows he's right.
- The way he loves my mom set the possible husband bar real high. It's insane that their 25th anniversary is this week. Always respectful. Always selfless. Always serving.
- He supports the decisions that I make. Even things like skydiving and setting up camp overseas.
- He prays. More than to "bless this food to the nourishment of our bodies." I'm not really sure if that awkward meal prayer even makes since. Since I was a little girl, I've seen my dad on his knees.
- He sees people through God's eyes... no matter what they've done or who they are. He loves. Listens. Gives. Invites over for dinner.
- He laughs at his own jokes. For a long time. That screams self-confidence.
- He works at a church and still likes going to church. Talk about strong character.
- He watches CSI reruns with me.
- He wakes up every morning with purpose.
- I know he loves me.

Reminisce.

It's weird to think that this part of my life is over. The part where you learn things just for the sake of a letter-- you write more specifically, read more intentionally, and speak more clearly just so a professor can write 'A' at the top of a rubric. The part where your friends are practically everywhere you are. They're at Starbucks every time you show up, they're at Kroger, at the Farmer's market, the bike trails, the library, and showing up at your house spontaneously every few minutes. The part where community falls in your lap. The college part ended a few days ago with graduation.


I love change, and I'm excited about jumping into the unknown that is ahead of me, but I thought I'd take a second and reminisce on the last few years.



I got to SFA as a freshman and didn't know anyone at all, but amazing friends fell into my life... and I started to learn what friendship is supposed to look like. 

Unconditional love, accountability, and honesty started to become normal to me, but OH did I have a lot to learn about being a friend. 

Being away from home that year really helped me to appreciate my family. My sister Ruth and I became more like friends than just sisters. I love her like crazy. In the same year, I got to travel the world with my brother, Daniel. It was a blast. Here's a little glimpse:

Oh, and I got to tour Europe with all of these awesome people for spring break. We hit up Rome, Florence, Paris, and London. .. for FREE. Crazy, I know. That was my first overseas experience, and it's like a disease. I can't get the love for the world out of my blood or off my mind. 

Sophomore year for me was just a semester long because I got to spend the spring semester in West Africa. The time I was at SFA was awesome, though. I got to go skydiving!! I had a blast going on spontaneous road trips, going places just for the sake of a photo shoot, and learning how to balance school, sleep, and a social life. Sleep was usually the first to go. =) 

During this semester in Niger, I really had to re-find my identity. I wasn't with my huge family, my church, my friends, or my school-- Who was I? I was a stranger in a strange land. I had to drop my entitlements because, really, no one cared. In the village of Ayorou, I was only known by the love I showed, the God I represented, and well, the color of my skin. It was insane to me that the African friends that I made had never heard of a religion other than Islam or of a God who loved them. 

I learned that friends can be found in every culture in every nation. Every place can be a home. 

The day I got home from Africa, there were about fifty people at my house to welcome me home. It was insane. It was crazy to be around so many English speakers all at the same time... and to realize how blessed I am with people who love me. People go out of their way everyday to show me that they love me-- if you're one of those people, thank you. Really. 

My junior year was so sweet. I got to live with my best friends and share life together. I never had to do anything alone because they were right next to me the whole time. I learned that authenticity beats appearances any day, and that life isn't about me. At all. But that one way I can show the world that I follow Him is to love the people he has put in my life.  

 This past summer, my friendships started to change because they started leaving. I felt like my life was falling apart, but don't worry, it wasn't. 

Kodee married Dan, Allie left for Afghanistan, Sonnie was in Portland, Sarah was headed off to teach precious kids in Houston, and I was the baby-- still destined to be in Nacogdoches for my senior year. 

After spending a few months convinced that I didn't need any new friends (miserable if you can imagine), I couldn't hold them back anymore. I am so blessed. Friendship is everywhere. I just had to be transparent and let it happen. This past year was such a blast. I got to work with Nate and Roman and do Crosspoint things, have endless sister nights with Ruth, and breakfast dates with Teysha and Caroline. I couldn't have asked for better people to spend my last year of college with. Like they always say, lasty's a blasty. 

Turns out that these friends still love me too. I'll love them forever. No doubts. How does that old song go again?? "Make new friends and keep the old..."




Here's just a little taste of my last four years. Four years of insane blessings and hardcore friends. 

He is the Potter. I am not.

Sister Saturday.

Friday went by too fast.

Thursday.

My phone died at some point during the night, so I didn't exactly meet Teysha and Caroline for breakfast at 6:15 as planned. I slept like a rock. Like usual. And didn't wake up until I heard a sweet friend yelling outside my window. I didn't answer my phone and Teysha knew I would need some help getting to school in time. I realized something was wrong when I opened the window and it was BRIGHT outside. I never get up after the sun. All was well though... she made me coffee while I rushed to shower and get out the door by 7:20. To hear about this close-to-tragic morning from Teysha's point of view, check out her blog.

Wednesday. Hump Day.

After Wednesday hits, I try to act like it's the weekend. It helps my attitude a lot. It's the hump I have to get over before I get to go to the farmer's market and have people over for pancakes. So, I guess hump day is a good day. 

It was an entertaining day at school because they just finished up turning fairytales into scripts so they could perform them for the class. They were really into it/hilarious. 

On Tuesday....

Well, that pretty much sums up my school day. I didn't really want to be there. They were re-roofing my portable building and using some power drill around the door frame all day, so I got tired of hearing my own voice. It went something like this... 


Me: "GOOD MORNING GUYS, GO AHEAD AND BREAK UP INTO YOUR WRITING GROUPS." 
Them: "WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT DO WE DO? WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!" 


All day. 


And my professor was there to grade my teaching skills. She probably thinks I yell a lot. I don't. Promise. 


The day got better though. I got to see Caroline, spend time chillin with my God, go for a walk with Sonnie, make brownies, have community group girls in my house, and make a mess with Teysha. Exhibit A:

Monday. Welcome to my life.

That's my Monday morning... I got to spend the night with my sister/best friend Ruth in her dorm. She's a CA, so life is luxurious in the 2nd floor suite. I walked back to my house just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, made some delicious coffee, and got to sit in my favorite morning spot for a few minutes before school. I like this particular couch because it's at a perfect angle in front of the living room window. I like windows a lot, and coffee, and journaling.

This is a little snippet of what my school day looks like. It's really a lot of fun. My students are hilarious and in 6th grade, so that helps. 

   

Beautiful Sunday.

Wildflowers + Sunshine = Joy

We road-tripped back from Utopia on Sunday. It was a really lovely drive. But it had to be fantastic because I woke up with this view:

And got to drive with this view:

Did I mention there were a lot of wildflowers? I love wildflowers.

Utopia! Maybe it's the best place on earth.

Creation blew my mind this weekend. 


18 girls made a 7 hour trek to Utopia, Tx. I was lucky enough to be one of them. No light pollution. No Walmart. No showers. Just nature. Here's a little taste of what we got to see and do: 

I really had a hilarious and fun weekend. Gazing at stars. Hiking some trails. Sitting around the fire. New friends. Good conversation. Playing in the dam. Scavenger hunt. Wild flowers. Joy. 

I absolutely adore my family.

I've got to spend the whole weekend with my family. The fact that I'll be living in India for the next few years has really started to sink in, so each second I get to spend with my family is really precious. 


A few reasons I love my family:
- There are a TON of them. 
- There's always something to talk about, and ALWAYS something to do. 
- They make me feel a little more normal than usual (because they're crazy too!)
- They've never met a stranger. I love having random guests, extra kids, and new family members all the time. 
- I know I'm loved no matter what. 


I really wanted to take a few family pictures today, but no one was on board. You'd think that out of ten people, AT LEAST SOMEONE would want to pose for a picture, but no. I've had fun though. Here's a little snippet of my weekend so far:

Obviously our first experience with baby chicks. Haha.

All I had to say was "jump," and this is what I got.

Three of my favorite ladies. Why is my family so cool?

Ruth-- my sister and best friend.

This is our family "band." Lydia loves the spotlight. =)