im sitting in my bed waiting for it to be late enough to fall asleep. i haven’t kept any food down for a week and school was a little harder than usual and there’s only 100 days left of this race.
the word I can’t get out of my head is beloved. the father painted each and every one of us so uniquely in his own image, how blessed am i to serve him.
at 7:20 i get in the school bus to spend the day with the girl with the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, to spend the day with kids that have the purest laughter I’ve ever heard. Back to school anxiousness is a real thing when you’re 4 and eating a home cooked meal at 12 could be the best part of their days.
i often find myself sitting in class dreaming about who the kids will be when their older. will they love to surf or find refuge in the last quiet moments of the sunset before another day comes to a slow end.
i pray that their soul falls in love with their creator.
they are his beloved and I get to go to school every day and love on them! sometimes days move slowly and it reminds me of my prayer to intentionally linger longer, that time would slow down just for a moment.
i am learning to stop and smell the flowers and pause for a moment and stop to say hi to everyone I see on the street because never has a moment been wasted in the small conversations, no matter how cheesy it feels. in the small moments the Lord is near and i can be reminded of his beauty when i get to call a stranger a new friend.
i want to meet new friends on the street everyday and i want to swim in the ocean forever, this is a glimpse of how grateful i am for sweet sweet south africa!!
