First, an overdue update, then a little tribute to home.
Last week, we got the awesome opportunity to go to Mt. Soledad for a night of prayer. I'm on the prayer ministry team here, so I got to help run it. Basically we walked around the top (which happens to have a giant cross) and each direction we faced we prayed for something different. Campuses, Beach outreach, believers in other countries, missionaries, and San Diego itself. It was an awesome night of worship in the midst of God's incredible creation.
The other night we did a bonfire on the beach. There was supposed to be worship but we lack coordination. So the best we got was a spontaneous rendition of Amazing Grace. STILL pretty awesome=]
Last week, we got the awesome opportunity to go to Mt. Soledad for a night of prayer. I'm on the prayer ministry team here, so I got to help run it. Basically we walked around the top (which happens to have a giant cross) and each direction we faced we prayed for something different. Campuses, Beach outreach, believers in other countries, missionaries, and San Diego itself. It was an awesome night of worship in the midst of God's incredible creation.
The other night we did a bonfire on the beach. There was supposed to be worship but we lack coordination. So the best we got was a spontaneous rendition of Amazing Grace. STILL pretty awesome=]
| cheezin' |
| One of 18 gajillion jumping pictures. |
It's funny, how here, in a city I've been to only once before I feel so close to home. Parents, I blame this on you. Today, as I got on the bus to go home a quiet, motherly, Hispanic woman sat down a few seats away and my stomach flipped. She reminded me so much of home. I started to think of the hundreds of people just like her that have entered my house. Of the heavy accents and quiet strength of mothers and fathers as they try out their battered English for the first time. Smiles that stayed on their faces as my mother hugged, laughed and loved more loudly than any other person they'd met here. It made me think of the faces of those women as they take in my mother's unstoppable joy when it comes to others. It made me think of the little kids my sisters and I would babysit growing up. Smiling faces running around that would giggle as we tried to repeat words in Spanish, Arabic or whatever other languages they may have spoken. Which reminded me of Claire and how much she loves to care for others. How good she is at playing mom and caretaker of small children and what an awesome mom she's going to make one day. And all of this of course, reminded me of Tess and her insane ability to speak Spanish and her passion for the people of south america and what a wonderful caring personality she has.
But don't worry, I haven't forgotten my dad. I'm just reminded of him in an entirely different way. I think of him as I go to UCSD and see swarms of brilliant people. I think of my dad in college with a bedroom that consisted of just a mattress surrounded by piles of books. I think of my dad now. Not all that different, sitting in his office surrounded by hundreds of books (all of which he's read) and 18 boxes filled to the brim with papers and projects. This city is a few thousand miles a way from where I live and yet everywhere I look I feel completely content. Home came with me=]

