I have officially entered the world of trail running! Not that Sunday was my first time ever running in the woods, but it was my first official race and it was a blast! I was able to finish fairly well with a time of 31:08. It was great to meet some new people too! Good job to all that ran and finished, you rock!
Here is the link to the race recap: http://blog.rockcreek.com/ A rather interesting description of my finish if I do say so myself :-)
To all those running the Southern 6 trail race, those who are going to watch the southern 6 trail race, and those who like to eat pasta!
Come eat yummy pasta, salad and bread. It is full of carbohydrates fiber which will store in your muscles and then give you energy to run swiftly up the hills or cheer on those brave souls running swiftly up the hills!
I am thinking this will occur around 6ish Saturday evening February 19 at Redbud #3. Feel free to bring a friend and salad, sauce, bread, and any other food you want to eat! I have whole grain spaghetti so unless 50 people come, we should be covered.
Let me know if you would like to attend and if you can contribute to the meal. Peace!
Life has been stressful lately. The superficial worries about writing papers, studying for tests, and taking care of my physical being have consumed to large a percentage of my thoughts and time. Thoughts and time that have not been as focused on God as they should be; must be. I have made many mistakes in the past month or so, however I have been noticing more then ever that grace has been the result for many of the blunders that I have made. Very undeserved grace at that. Sound familiar? What a amazing gift we have been given, that even with all of our tendencies to slack off or sin, God still loves us and he still sent his one and only son to die for us. The concept of grace doesn't always make sense to me but this verse helps!
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, by grace ye are saved Ephesians 2:4-5 KJV
I am thankful for grace, are you?
Lord help me to see the grace you give me everyday and help me to be a light that shines brightly for you!
9 months ago I was falling asleep in a huge bed (full size), freezing cold because of the AC, and my stomach was full of haystacks and icecream, a foreign yet delectable food! Usually, such things would be normal, but that night was extremely overwhelming and strange because the last bed I slept had no AC buzzing, only the flowing white mosquito net to keep out the curious insects that would often visit during the night. It was on completely different continent and America was not that continent.
Re-Entry Culture Shock and I had entered into an extreme love-hate relationship from the moment I stepped on to that Lufthansa Airbus and flew away from the most amazing people I had been so privileged to meet and love! I knew that new things, old things, and the rest of my education awaited my humbled return, but no matter how much I prepped, no matter what re-entry book I read, or what news reports I scanned about the latest American trend on very slow dial up Internet, I knew that because of the time I spent as a student missionary in Ethiopia, I was a new and changed person. It was finding out how that "new" person fit into old shoes that made it a very interesting process.
To be completely frank, I wanted to find the closest plane going back to Africa the minute I landed in Atlanta. Everyone was so.......(fill in the blanks all you former student missionaries). I felt smaller then normal and had a difficult time speaking proper English! The flashy lights, fast cars, miles of fast food restaurants, and shopping malls seemed to make America one huge, lazy easy button. Why were there no donkeys and livestock in the middle of the street? What was the constant rush for?
I spent that warm and humid summer in good ole Collegedale, teaching swimming lessons and trying to figure out what my purpose of being in America was. I stumbled through the motions of American living, but my natural gait was hindred by laborious pains of re-entry. Summer ended and school began as did my transition to being a student again. It was neat to apply my year of teaching to my studies but at the same time it was extremely difficult to motivate myself to do much of anything. I compared everything I did and saw to Ethiopia and would get frustrated when no one seemed to care to listen to the stories I wanted to share. I sludged through 1st semester, paying special tribute to when the 5th of each month would roll around.
The past 9 months have brought many frustrations, lost friendships, adjustments, tears, and misunderstanding. In turn, I have been blessed with amazing new friends, memories, a sense of new belonging and a very heightened appreciation for all that God has blessed me with. Yes, living in America has its downsides and negative situations but it also has a smorgasbord of good things of which I have only recently been able to truly acclaim with a sincere heart.
My experience with re-entry is just that--> Experience. I am glad for the changes God has bestowed upon me and I can't wait to see what he has in store for me next, even if it comes with a side of re-entry at the end.
Meet Julie (the white one) and Becca (the asian one) and me (the white one)
They live in the other room of the apartment. Even though we are physically seperated at times (they school themselves in brock and I in Hulsey), they are in my heart always. Because they are just that AMAZING! I will eventually write lavish blogs about them but in the mean time here are a few photos to show you a very good quality they both have. Randomness!