Apollo 13

I randomly decided to watch Apollo 13 this afternoon. It's been a long time since I've watched this movie and I sort of forgot how much I love it.

There is a scene in the movie when Tom Hanks character imagines himself landing on the moon. As he hops down he bends down and runs his hands in the sand. His face completely lights up and there is pure contentment.

Sometimes I think that's how it's going to be when I get back to Ethiopia. There is the longing and joy inside of me right now and I can not wait to be there. I can not wait to come off the plane and see all the faces of the people I love and miss deeply-I may not run out and put my hands in the sand, but I know that my face will light up just how Tom's does in the movie.

God has been shaping and molding my heart a lot lately. I've been reminded so much of how blessed I am with the relationships in my life. I have such amazing friends and family who support me so much. Even through certain situations in the last 2 weeks [such as finding out that I am not completely funded in monthly support] I have found each step to be exciting and joyous.

I may not be going to the moon or be an astronaut, but I know that while I go on this journey; I'll have a whole room of people supporting me and helping me through hard situations.

Blessings

I love inside jokes and that awkward feeling you give people when they have no clue what you and the other person are laughing uncontrollably about. 

My family has an inside joke that stems from my Grandma. She likes to end every conversation with "goodbye, my blessing" or "love you, blessing". We like to poke fun of that whenever we are around each other-and because you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's not that funny to you. But it's hilarious to us. Lately I've found myself becoming my Grandma. Blessing has somehow wedged it's cheesy little face into my top 10 words used. 

Throughout this journey I have found myself having days where I am in complete and udder fear of what next year will look like and other days where I'm ready to jump on a plane at that moment. Yesterday was neither of those. Yesterday was a day where I could hardly contain my Hover Damn of tears and eventually had to release them. Yesterday was a day where all I could do was sit in my car and cry out to God in thankfulness for his limitless blessings he has poured out on me. 

As of yesterday I have officially become fully funded in monthly support. (I still have just over $6,000 to raise before I leave). 

You may sit there and say-yeah yeah yeah, big deal. But here's the kicker. I have yet to send out a support letter. I have it written and saved on my computer but I haven't printed a single one out. I have simply just sat down with people and shared my story and shared how God is working. 

Last night I went to a young adults/college group with my roommate. At the end of the message the pastor said, "Jesus is not the reason for this season, you are." It took a minute for me to fully grasp that concept. But now that I have-I couldn't agree more. Jesus came for us. To bless us. 

I love this "season" of my life. Both literally and theologically. And I am so glad I am the reason for this season-God is truly my blessing.