Dwelling

Tonight I talked with P for a second, the first time I've spoken with someone associated with Lithuania.
Tonight I felt extremely nostalgic, so thinking and remembering has caused unknown lessons and feelings to surface.
Tonight I finally wrote that letter, and finally drank some ginger tea.
But I am home, and being present is the most intentional thing I can do,
thus -

home is

A little laughing chicken


lemons on a baby tree


fresh baked bread


planning a garden


a bright silver kettle


surprise mail full of love


hiking with these two


warm light


a sister and a mother

He fed them with fishes & bread

Tonight marked the first Sunday Night Dinner - one in a monthly series throughout this semester.
A couple friends and I thought it would be great to get together with the other SA students
to celebrate the end of our first week of classes, and what better way to do so than with food?
What a success!
We made our own version of pasta prima vera, with fresh veggies from the veggie stand, olive oil,
and some spices, along with a fruit salad. And for dessert: Tea and Cookies of course!
It truly was a wonderful time of fellowship. Hannah brought her ukulele and we all joined in singing some Beatles classics. Being in a place where people are so joyful is so encouraging. Each day is new, and each day things get
better. I'm reminded, day by day, that God truly is constant and unchanging.
'Till next time:
"For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end." Ps. 48:14

In the backseat

I know a place where no cars go, where no ships go,where no planes go:

between the click of light and the start of a dream