weekends are for

It's been a long time, blogger.. a long time. 

Here's (some of) what I spent my 3-day weekend doing.

homemade reese's cup ice cream.

remembering this place.

sitting in the grass.

boxing up spoons for Haiti from VBS.

helping the little sister make 

carmel-toffee-covered pretzel sticks.

Weekends Are For

Snowy, snowy days.

Learning this piano song, all by yourself.

Cradling a 5-week-old baby in your arms.

Remembering and missing this place.

Homemade cheese pizza.

I Won't Forget

"I will remember you.

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by."

            -Sarah Mclachlan, I Will Remember You

I Miss Africa

Tonight, the tears fall..

for my team and for community,

for the children of Bugiri,

for the Africans I met and befriended, 

and for that place I love so dearly.

And as the tears fall,

I can pray only one thing:

"Dear God, please,

Send me back to Africa."

Sweet Innocence, Utter Joy

You're the gift that came to take us back.

'Cause baby dear, you have the joy we lack.

With your tiny hands you touch a different world.

You're full of wonderful, full of hope, 

And full of once more chance

For us to see the world again

Like God sees the world.

                                            -Watermark, Noah's Song

There Are No Words

I love this place. I miss this place.

Words don't begin to describe it.