My Pappy

Two weeks ago, I lost my grandfather. In a very real sense, I lost the only father I have ever known. He was 80 years old. He lived a good, long life. Of course, we always want more time, one more chance to say "I love you," one more long embrace, a minute to glimpse one more smile. However, if we are honest with ourselves, it would never be quite enough. We would plead for just a bit more.

When I remember him, I am eight years old again. I am walking out of my elementary school. There he is...standing with his legs shoulder-width apart and his hands behind his back. I walk towards him, he takes my bookbag, and we walk together to the bus stop. I run ahead and collect mahogany seeds and store them in my art box. He urges me to continue walking. We are sitting side-by-side on the bus. I link my arm with his and rest my head on his upper arm. He gently wakes me up when we reach home. I groggily get up and we start to walk two blocks home. My eyelids are still heavy, so I tell him that I am going to close my eyes and he has to lead me. I hold his hand and repeatedly ask him if there is anything in front of me. I peek a few times until we get home and the game is over. We shared a similar experience nearly every afternoon after school for several years.


I had nearly twenty-four wonderful years with my "pappy" as I called him, nearly two and a half decades full of memories by which to remember him. I didn't get to say goodbye, but neither did he. We knew we loved each other. That's enough for me because a simple "goodbye" would not have done our relationship justice. I would have pled for just a little bit more.

Growing in Grace

This past weekend was RUF's Winter Conference for all the Georgia schools. We brought 14 students from Kennesaw State down to Forsyth, GA for the weekend. The theme of this year's conference was "Growing in Grace." Worship sessions, prayer, seminars, dodgeball, and a bonfire were among the many activities of the weekend.

I had the privilege of leading a seminar for girls about our body image in light of God's grace. I called it "Mirror, Mirror on the wall." My prayer for my seminar was that the girls would come away from it thinking about the ways in which their body image is or can become an idol. We had two sessions, one Saturday morning and one Saturday evening. Both sessions went well. I wanted to convey the message that obsessing over our looks is our way of showing that we don't believe that we are loved enough, let alone infinitely loved by THE GOD OF THE UNIVERSE!! I also wanted to stress that beauty is more than what we look like.

In preparing for this talk, I learned a lot about the ways in which I struggle with finding myself beautiful. The Lord was teaching me, even as I was hearing myself talk. It's a beautiful thing to be able to encourage young women in the freedom the Gospel gives.

Overall, the weekend went well with no major obstacles. i hope that all the students and leaders have gone home encouraged and excited about the lifelong process of growing in grace.

Here's a picture of me and the girls on the night of the bonfire.

RUF and Tumble

I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to post an update. These past four weeks have been...I don't think there is one word that can encapsulate my sentiments. How about 4 words...

FAST. I've finally stopped writing 2009-just in time for February to make it's annual debut. The first week of January practically didn't exist because I slept through it. Explanation-I got my wisdom teeth removed. Let's just say that the ability to chew is a blessing! The beginning of each semester is always a fast-paced whirlwind. We plan for the semester, prepare small group materials, meet and pursue new students, and adapt to new schedules.

SORROWFUL. I'm assuming most of you have heard about the earthquakes in Haiti. I have over a dozen close relatives who live in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. I used to spend the summers in Haiti with my grandparents when I was younger. The pictures and footage of the devastation in Haiti is hard for anyone to look at. It was especially hard for me to see the, now unrecognizable, places I had been as a child and wonder if my family memebers were buried under the rubble. It was four days before I had news of all my family. No one was seriously hurt. THANK YOU, LORD! About half of them half left the country and come to live with some of us in the U.S. We don't know what God has planned for their lives, but I know that the Lord is in total control over this.

DYNAMIC. As much as I wanted to continue serving at Kennesaw State University, it just wasn't in God's plan for me. Several factors, including difficulty raising support, led me to the decision not to pursue a third year of this wonderful internship. I have already learned so much about ministry and myself and it's not over yet...hopefully. ($5000 in support still needed) I have decided to apply to a few seminaries to get a degree in Biblical counseling. My experience through RUF has confirmed and even intensified my desire to pursue this path. A lot is going to change this year.

EXCITING. At RUF Staff Training, we are told that interns tend to be more fruitful in their second year. I find this to be true of me. I used to dip my toe into the water and test it. Now, I can leap into deeper conversations with girls I have just met. It's liberating for both me and the girls. I'm here for God's kingdom work and it's so exciting to see all that He is doing. I can't wait to tell you more!