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Ok so I got bored with the Sandias... and I'm 2 months late or so in putting up some balloon pictures, so I figured I'd get some use out of a balloon themed banner.
I have come to the realization that I'm starting to fall into the blog trap. I often sit down to blog... and feel that I have nothing pertinent, profound, or crazy to share with you, my dear readers. So I quickly close the window and go back to doing whatever I was doing before I sat down to blog. This, is truly unacceptable. I really should be writing in here at least 2 times a week, whether it is profound or not because things happen that are just crazy, or fantastic, and this is 2 years of pure craziness in the life of a missionary.
So I will do my best to start posting more, and update the banner now and again because it is fun to sit down with gimp and play around with images and stuff.
This week I've been in a little funk. I attribute it to having been home, and realizing that I'm a different person than I was 4 months ago. I've experienced a lot, I had a chance to really reflect upon some positive changes in my life while I was home, and well, I've just felt sort of blah this week.
It probably doesn't help that we've started to hit the rough time for the families who started 3 months ago. It seems that we're dealing with new challenges with them everyday, with limits being tested and uncertainty about the future gripping lives. It is funny really, because in some ways I kind of feel like I'm hitting those rough spots right with them when I have the chance to sit back and reflect on what is going on in my life. I know that a month ago, (meaning my month 3) I was seriously struggling with feeling loneliness here and now that I'm passing through that, I realize how those 90 days are crucial. I am so thankful for my counterculture friends and my friends at Central though, I can't imagine my month 3 being any tougher and I know it would have been if I were the hermit that I was through some of college.
Speaking of rough times... our pregnant mom in the program? Still very pregnant. I did watch her stomach drop today while we were standing outside of the elevator. That was a little creepy. We had a baby shower for her today that was incredibly successful I think. The Sunday school class that took it on really did a superb job in preparing, buying gifts and decorating for the shower. Things like that wear me out though. I love all of the kids but they certainly are a handful, especially in a room equipped with foosball tables.
The entertaining portion of my weekend was really tree hunting though. Tracy and her husband Scott sometimes decide to invite me to things to help me have a full New Mexico experience. This weekend? Tree hunting in the Jemez mountains. I didn't really know what I was getting into but really had fun tromping around the woods looking for a tree for them. I do say that the altitude was rough on the lungs, but we had a good time. (I think they think I didn't have as much fun as I did... I attribute that to this weirdness I've been in all week) I got to see some more mountains that I hadn't seen, be colder than I've been since I've been here, and watch people cut down trees. Scott and Tracy ended up with a monster of a tree that was over 15 feet tall at the first cut. That tree was just huge. We kept seeing trucks go by with these seemingly amazing trees, and we never found one that was that spectacular. Just this massive one that was pretty cool. The trip ended with some traditional Jemez pueblo frybread after scrounging for some change because they didn't have any. It was well worth it though because it was absolutely delicious.
Well it is well past my bedtime, but I'll leave with a quote from a book I haven't read but intend to. I've been thinking about this since I first read it, and it really kinda fits how I'm feeling about my trip home last week. "Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so that they can love it for all new reasons." -Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller
I have come to the realization that I'm starting to fall into the blog trap. I often sit down to blog... and feel that I have nothing pertinent, profound, or crazy to share with you, my dear readers. So I quickly close the window and go back to doing whatever I was doing before I sat down to blog. This, is truly unacceptable. I really should be writing in here at least 2 times a week, whether it is profound or not because things happen that are just crazy, or fantastic, and this is 2 years of pure craziness in the life of a missionary.
So I will do my best to start posting more, and update the banner now and again because it is fun to sit down with gimp and play around with images and stuff.
This week I've been in a little funk. I attribute it to having been home, and realizing that I'm a different person than I was 4 months ago. I've experienced a lot, I had a chance to really reflect upon some positive changes in my life while I was home, and well, I've just felt sort of blah this week.
It probably doesn't help that we've started to hit the rough time for the families who started 3 months ago. It seems that we're dealing with new challenges with them everyday, with limits being tested and uncertainty about the future gripping lives. It is funny really, because in some ways I kind of feel like I'm hitting those rough spots right with them when I have the chance to sit back and reflect on what is going on in my life. I know that a month ago, (meaning my month 3) I was seriously struggling with feeling loneliness here and now that I'm passing through that, I realize how those 90 days are crucial. I am so thankful for my counterculture friends and my friends at Central though, I can't imagine my month 3 being any tougher and I know it would have been if I were the hermit that I was through some of college.
Speaking of rough times... our pregnant mom in the program? Still very pregnant. I did watch her stomach drop today while we were standing outside of the elevator. That was a little creepy. We had a baby shower for her today that was incredibly successful I think. The Sunday school class that took it on really did a superb job in preparing, buying gifts and decorating for the shower. Things like that wear me out though. I love all of the kids but they certainly are a handful, especially in a room equipped with foosball tables.
The entertaining portion of my weekend was really tree hunting though. Tracy and her husband Scott sometimes decide to invite me to things to help me have a full New Mexico experience. This weekend? Tree hunting in the Jemez mountains. I didn't really know what I was getting into but really had fun tromping around the woods looking for a tree for them. I do say that the altitude was rough on the lungs, but we had a good time. (I think they think I didn't have as much fun as I did... I attribute that to this weirdness I've been in all week) I got to see some more mountains that I hadn't seen, be colder than I've been since I've been here, and watch people cut down trees. Scott and Tracy ended up with a monster of a tree that was over 15 feet tall at the first cut. That tree was just huge. We kept seeing trucks go by with these seemingly amazing trees, and we never found one that was that spectacular. Just this massive one that was pretty cool. The trip ended with some traditional Jemez pueblo frybread after scrounging for some change because they didn't have any. It was well worth it though because it was absolutely delicious.
Well it is well past my bedtime, but I'll leave with a quote from a book I haven't read but intend to. I've been thinking about this since I first read it, and it really kinda fits how I'm feeling about my trip home last week. "Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so that they can love it for all new reasons." -Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller
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