i am determined to face life with less trepidation. i do not wish for the complete absence of it, but for less of it. i'm thinking right now of my basic acting class aeons ago now. and then subsequent performance classes where i would come in, prepared or no, and spill out a monologue or piece with another actor. that was sheer torture at first, i was so scared to mess it up! it had to be right, the first time, and anything less made me sick to my stomach. but there came a point in that first class especially, i recall, where i found a piece i liked, and anchored myself until i got it, and i loved that feeling. it became a part of me, and it felt... right to say what i said, to be the person saying it.
i still have that nasty bit of fear, shyness when it comes to certain things... but the thing God constantly hits me over the head with is: GET OVER YOURSELF! when i forget stefanie, i'm so much better at so many things. when i stop worrying what other people will think and simply do what i need to do - be the character, say the lines, do right, make good choices, be myself - it's amazing how much better everything seems.
when i allow the Spirit to work in me, peace seems so much closer, and life seems not only manageable but sweet. i love the messiness, the hope and the butterflies, the tears and the stage fright that works through my mind and body every day of my life.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14
2.28.2006
2.27.2006
2.24.2006
gratitude
this is susan. (i stole the pic off of dr.t's scotland/piper pics) i've known her for oh... over a year now, thanks to the infamous production of "Pride and Prejudice" . but this past week or so i've been honestly delighted to know her better. susan's one of several "new" friends i've made at freed. she is fantastic, and i don't feel like she's a new friend because i feel like i've known her for ages. i love that kind of people! sometimes i marvel at how God blesses me with family wherever i go...
it's almost march, midterms and spring break are around the corner and i feel like i'm just starting to acclimate. there are a few things up in the air right now - like finding a roomate for the summer, and my van needing a tail light - but i'm provided for. the stream of papers and presentations is about to start, and after next week i'll be in rehearsals almost every night. on top of that, i have people. i feel immensely blessed and grateful. life is never complete until you die... and then it really just moves on, transcends this one and eclipses it. i don't know what will happen next, i have a few dreams and no guarantees but that of God's grace, and i honestly don't want to know what's next.
it's a beautiful day, and i'm thankful for friends and the beauty of God's plan for me... though i only can glimpse a small part.
2.22.2006
meaning
people say alot of things that don't really mean anything. have you ever noticed that? we say alot of stuff to just get us from one point to the other, one moment to the next. what if all the fluffy stuff was removed? what if all the "small" talk was cut out, and we only communicated our direct and immediate needs, feelings and thoughts. somedays, i feel like everything coming out of my mouth is just garbage, verbal litter, waste.
not that i'm "profane" in the vernacular sense at all. i don't make a habit of talking in a vulgar manner when i can help it (and you pretty much always can). there are just simply times when i slow down, and marvel at how much loose information rolls through my head, down my tongue and out into the wide world. so much of it is superfluous, so much of it - pretty, funny, silly as it may be - is just decoration.
there are unique friends in my life, and unique encounters i hold dear. people and meetings with people that are rich and seamless. full of thought, full of what is real to us - either collectively, or individually - and we are all interested in it. we want, no desire, to hear and to savor and to ponder. these people are normal people, it's just that i love them, and i can pick up conversation again without the flirtation and unease of day to day acquaintance.
i'm beginning to understand "yearning";
a longing for something more
and something less
grows inside me.
it's as simple as silence
(and as rich as shared secrets)
as clear
as
running
water
and as deep as the pool it falls into.
not that i'm "profane" in the vernacular sense at all. i don't make a habit of talking in a vulgar manner when i can help it (and you pretty much always can). there are just simply times when i slow down, and marvel at how much loose information rolls through my head, down my tongue and out into the wide world. so much of it is superfluous, so much of it - pretty, funny, silly as it may be - is just decoration.
there are unique friends in my life, and unique encounters i hold dear. people and meetings with people that are rich and seamless. full of thought, full of what is real to us - either collectively, or individually - and we are all interested in it. we want, no desire, to hear and to savor and to ponder. these people are normal people, it's just that i love them, and i can pick up conversation again without the flirtation and unease of day to day acquaintance.
i'm beginning to understand "yearning";
a longing for something more
and something less
grows inside me.
it's as simple as silence
(and as rich as shared secrets)
as clear
as
running
water
and as deep as the pool it falls into.
cast
'Tis time; descend; be stone no more: approach;
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come;
I'll fill your grave up : stir; nay, come away;
Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
Dear life redeems you.—You perceive she stirs;
[Hermione comes down from the pedestal]
Start not: her actions shall be holy, as,
You hear, my spell is lawful; do not shun her,
Until you see her die again; for then
You kill her double: Nay, present your hand:
When she was young you woo'd her; now, in age,
Is she become the suitor!
--I've been cast in the role of Hermione in "Winter's Tale". I'm very excited, and nervous.
I have to stand still for 80 lines of Shakespeare. Yay.
2.18.2006
2.16.2006
boo
the one on the left is my baby brother - ian. i reserve the right to call him "boo" until he's 90. and i'm the only one who can. well, ok mom you can too. i'm incredibly proud of my "little" brother. i've never known anyone who is more joyful, empathetic or ... goofy. on top of that, he really is handsome, intelligent, charming and most importantly, GODLY. we have a special connection, and i love him to bits. i can listen to him talk about programming and anime or lit class anyday. i love you boo!
christopher
this is my brother christopher. i love him. we're two years apart, and even though we don't talk every day and aren't "joined at the hip", we're pretty close. i think he's an amazing guy. mainly because he has this huge capacity to love, and a desire to serve that just blows me away. he's one of my heroes - not because he's perfect, but because he puts his whole self into everything he does. one of the biggest blessings in my life has been having two incredible brothers that i LOVE to be around. thank you for loving me back chris!
2.14.2006
spoony
spoony \SPOO-nee\, adjective:
1. Foolish; silly; excessively sentimental.
2. Foolishly or sentimentally in love.
http://wiki.ehow.com/Arrange-a-Dozen-Roses-in-a-Vase
http://mcsweeneys.net/2006/2/14traig.html
1. Foolish; silly; excessively sentimental.
2. Foolishly or sentimentally in love.
http://wiki.ehow.com/Arrange-a-Dozen-Roses-in-a-Vase
http://mcsweeneys.net/2006/2/14traig.html
2.13.2006
add it to the list
of brilliant ideas that stefanie has...
i decided to drive to walmart at 9:30pm on a very icy snowy night. and spun out in the van over a patch of ice past pinson. and the little van is still stuck on the snowy embankment waiting for rescue. no rear bumper left because it caught ahold of a road sign.
yeah, so i felt real smart. fortunately no one was hurt, it was just me and the ice. and the van. sometimes i wonder if i'm really nearly 24 years old.
and on a different note, i'm getting ready to audition for "a winter's tale". my monologue's getting there. guess i should go work some more. haven't auditioned a play in over a year. wow. i'm excited.
i decided to drive to walmart at 9:30pm on a very icy snowy night. and spun out in the van over a patch of ice past pinson. and the little van is still stuck on the snowy embankment waiting for rescue. no rear bumper left because it caught ahold of a road sign.
yeah, so i felt real smart. fortunately no one was hurt, it was just me and the ice. and the van. sometimes i wonder if i'm really nearly 24 years old.
and on a different note, i'm getting ready to audition for "a winter's tale". my monologue's getting there. guess i should go work some more. haven't auditioned a play in over a year. wow. i'm excited.
2.08.2006
family
it's lectureship week at FHU, there are crowds of sweet old ladies and boisterous preachers, big family groups, and lots and lots of surprise reunions. i love it. alot of the students on campus bemoan the lack of parking, the crowds in the cafeteria and all over campus, and the longer chapel talks... and the parking is annoying ... but i am so encouraged by the hundreds of people who come to be encouraged and to feast on the Word of God.
our adopted "granny" louise is staying in my dorm room this week, and i just love talking with her. she is so gracious and joyful. and then some of our "cousins" from south africa are here to check out freed and enjoy the lectures. ben and laura are auntie jean's kids - jean and mom were great friends growing up, and i have lots of memories of them visiting and playing with us as kids. so cool to see them now all grown.
one thing i'm really liking this week is that i have NO classes. all my classes this semester are Bible so they're out for the week so we can enjoy lectures. all i have to do is turn in notes from the lectures i attended.
i'm just so thankful for my extended family in the Lord and the incredible people, and love that surrounds me.
our adopted "granny" louise is staying in my dorm room this week, and i just love talking with her. she is so gracious and joyful. and then some of our "cousins" from south africa are here to check out freed and enjoy the lectures. ben and laura are auntie jean's kids - jean and mom were great friends growing up, and i have lots of memories of them visiting and playing with us as kids. so cool to see them now all grown.
one thing i'm really liking this week is that i have NO classes. all my classes this semester are Bible so they're out for the week so we can enjoy lectures. all i have to do is turn in notes from the lectures i attended.
i'm just so thankful for my extended family in the Lord and the incredible people, and love that surrounds me.
2.03.2006
simple
one of my favorite words. my little saying i often tell myself: simple does NOT mean easy. the more days i add to my life on this earth the more i want them to be simple. straightforward. uncomplicated. honest.
and as nice and clean as that word sounds, it is hard to maintain. lately i've been noticing the pull of the fhu bookstore for example. little notebooks and shiny gel pens, "supplies" that really have no purpose, chocolate and multivitamin drinks, cologne and brad montague cds all fascinate me. i can spend a whole twenty minutes in there contemplating how to waste 3 dollars. what's sadder is that you can put these pointless purchaseson your student account and not feel it until you graduate.
oh, here's another one: i want some converse tennis shoes - black or pink i'm not sure... but, WHY? i don't NEED them!! i have ten pairs of perfectly good shoes, plus i go barefoot as much as possible, i'm not a shoe person. but there it is, i have the strong desire to clutter my life.
slowly, i've begun to realize this urge can seep right down to the spiritual level too. i can see this desk or filing cabinet in my mind with different overstuffed folders for all sorts of forays in thought. a folder for "issues" in the church, one for "alternative belief systems" - that one's thick, i have a fascination for eastern religion and pagan beliefs - and maybe a whole drawer labelled "doubts and skepticisms".
i've always heard teachers and preachers saying that we have a "buffet style" approach to religion today. this kind of statement makes me want to roll my eyes at times because of the way it's stated. i tend to want to argue back, even if there is some truth to these large statements. but, but, i understand this one. i like to pick and choose... it's that whole mentality of "thingism" as i call it. you know, like, "how does this couch reflect my personality?", "does this t-shirt show how edgy and cool i really am?" you can just SEE people thinking these things sometimes when you look at what they wear or what they own. i think i'm tempted to do this at times in the realm of "religion".
i'm in a class on the prophets right now. and this is what it boils down to: God doesn't want you messing around with "alternative beliefs" he just wants you to worship him with a sincere and clean(ed) heart. simple, right? easy? no.
and as nice and clean as that word sounds, it is hard to maintain. lately i've been noticing the pull of the fhu bookstore for example. little notebooks and shiny gel pens, "supplies" that really have no purpose, chocolate and multivitamin drinks, cologne and brad montague cds all fascinate me. i can spend a whole twenty minutes in there contemplating how to waste 3 dollars. what's sadder is that you can put these pointless purchaseson your student account and not feel it until you graduate.
oh, here's another one: i want some converse tennis shoes - black or pink i'm not sure... but, WHY? i don't NEED them!! i have ten pairs of perfectly good shoes, plus i go barefoot as much as possible, i'm not a shoe person. but there it is, i have the strong desire to clutter my life.
slowly, i've begun to realize this urge can seep right down to the spiritual level too. i can see this desk or filing cabinet in my mind with different overstuffed folders for all sorts of forays in thought. a folder for "issues" in the church, one for "alternative belief systems" - that one's thick, i have a fascination for eastern religion and pagan beliefs - and maybe a whole drawer labelled "doubts and skepticisms".
i've always heard teachers and preachers saying that we have a "buffet style" approach to religion today. this kind of statement makes me want to roll my eyes at times because of the way it's stated. i tend to want to argue back, even if there is some truth to these large statements. but, but, i understand this one. i like to pick and choose... it's that whole mentality of "thingism" as i call it. you know, like, "how does this couch reflect my personality?", "does this t-shirt show how edgy and cool i really am?" you can just SEE people thinking these things sometimes when you look at what they wear or what they own. i think i'm tempted to do this at times in the realm of "religion".
i'm in a class on the prophets right now. and this is what it boils down to: God doesn't want you messing around with "alternative beliefs" he just wants you to worship him with a sincere and clean(ed) heart. simple, right? easy? no.
2.01.2006
no lie
it's coming up on that day i've never liked. ever. the one with the big red hearts and candy and roses... and i know i'm not the only one to express that sentiment. this year though... it'll be different.
i've tried very hard in the past year to cultivate a positive attitude towards couple-ishness. so far it's worked almost as well as when i convinced myself that potato chips were disgusting (those of you who know me know that i can't stand em)... i started by simply telling myself that it was cute and sweet and great to see pda, and that people holding hands and smiling was NICE thing... and now, i get that warm fuzzy smiley feeling every time i see a couplish.
but... but... lately, with all this positivity, i almost feel like being couplish myself. and this is just setting myself up for dissapointment when it comes to my least favorite day. and the thing is, i'm really just liking this whole being me thing... and i definitely am an appreciator of the opposite sex. i like men, alot. i'm a fan of the whole male of the species thing really. they're good for many things... and i have lots of male friends, and that makes me happy too. i take it as a sign of my inner balance - i'm not one of those people that thinks that you can only be friends with a guy when your on the way to a romance with him.
anyway, i think the main thing is that i am rediscovering what it's like to be single and female again, and i'm doing this on a college campus that happens to have sayings like, "three swings and a ring", and "look to your left, look to your right... " - you freedies know what i'm talkin about. so, it's weird. it's also weird to tell these bright eyed sweet little freshmen that i'm a 23 year old divorcee.
yeah. you go try that. my cynical dark side finds it amusing. but mostly i just think... "and let that be a lesson to you". isn't that EVIL?? i mean, i have to be honest. i have to tell people why i have two last names, and that i'm only a sophmore/junior at this age because i uprooted my life for three years in pursuit of a dream marriage that never materialized. how do you communicate that simply, honestly - no bones about it - without sounding like your playing for attention or sympathy?
now, understand - i'm not in a melancholy mood about this, i'm not depressed or wishing i was where i was a year ago or anything - i'm just doing what i do best, analyzing. observing. i'm fascinated by how people choose to interact with me, how they approach me, and how they choose to react to this particular fact of my life.
no lie - i'm doing well, bittersweet in spots, ecstatic in others... mostly just BEing. it can happen, even after you've watched your life get turned upside down a few hundred times. and as for the 14th of February - bring it on. i'll probably love it this year.
1.28.2006
clear eyed tears
we played in the grey puddles and you
grabbed me by the waist and swung me around
grinning
laughing
playing
in the pouring rain
fat raindrops and my long blue skirt soaked through
your eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile and
giddy
bubbling
attraction
under the wet wet sky
it poured down tonight and you
were on my mind but your hand was nowhere near to hold
grasping
remembering
sighing
in the dark sweet smelling rain
grabbed me by the waist and swung me around
grinning
laughing
playing
in the pouring rain
fat raindrops and my long blue skirt soaked through
your eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile and
giddy
bubbling
attraction
under the wet wet sky
it poured down tonight and you
were on my mind but your hand was nowhere near to hold
grasping
remembering
sighing
in the dark sweet smelling rain
je suis content
my fragmental french surfacing again...
but i am "well", or "content" right now. so many things even a month ago that i disparaged myself for are not a problem anymore. and i don't mean that i somehow conquered a bad habit or two and now i'm a paragon of virtue... no, i mean that my mindset is clearing, becoming cleansed of the negativity and cynicism i carried inside for so long. i pray it never comes back! it is miserable to live with your "own worst critic" CONSTANTLY. yes, we all criticize ourselves, but my inner critic was becoming the dominant voice in my mind. it constantly reminded me of how badly i do everything and how i have no self discipline, and no talent, and bad motivations.
i am relieved to rediscover me. somewhat crumpled (i love that word) but essentially the same. perhaps even new and improved... until the next update which i hope will not be so awkward and unpleasant.
but i am "well", or "content" right now. so many things even a month ago that i disparaged myself for are not a problem anymore. and i don't mean that i somehow conquered a bad habit or two and now i'm a paragon of virtue... no, i mean that my mindset is clearing, becoming cleansed of the negativity and cynicism i carried inside for so long. i pray it never comes back! it is miserable to live with your "own worst critic" CONSTANTLY. yes, we all criticize ourselves, but my inner critic was becoming the dominant voice in my mind. it constantly reminded me of how badly i do everything and how i have no self discipline, and no talent, and bad motivations.
i am relieved to rediscover me. somewhat crumpled (i love that word) but essentially the same. perhaps even new and improved... until the next update which i hope will not be so awkward and unpleasant.
1.26.2006
wake up
my brain is waking up. i know that it's not really a "muscle" per se, and you don't literally "feed" your brain, but i feel like i'm both exercising it and nourishing it. every class, every new encounter, every thought - new, or merely recovered - makes my mind stretch a little further. yay.
five classes, and one performance lab, and stimulation from like and unalike minds, it's a rich feast - if you have the appetite. ;) i do. and that makes me feel so grateful. for the longest time, i felt completely incapable of learning anything. that ability was lost, i could not find it in me to enter anything new into my mind. it seemed like such a monumental effort just to get through a day. so adding "learning" into the picture again seemed too huge.
my only goal: i must do what's in front of me, and do it to the best of my ability.
and of course, that means i must not put any limitations on myself in regards to my ability!
five classes, and one performance lab, and stimulation from like and unalike minds, it's a rich feast - if you have the appetite. ;) i do. and that makes me feel so grateful. for the longest time, i felt completely incapable of learning anything. that ability was lost, i could not find it in me to enter anything new into my mind. it seemed like such a monumental effort just to get through a day. so adding "learning" into the picture again seemed too huge.
my only goal: i must do what's in front of me, and do it to the best of my ability.
and of course, that means i must not put any limitations on myself in regards to my ability!
1.25.2006
hand in my pocket
I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everthing’s gonna be fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other is flicking a cigarette
What is all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everthing’s gonna be fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other is flicking a cigarette
What is all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
1.21.2006
reaction
do you ever just get the urge to do something, simply for the reaction of others? i see it alot in myself. times when i sit in a crowded room, at a party or church, class or ... anywhere. maybe an opinion is expressed a the consensus in the group is for it, and even if i mostly agree - i want to disagree! or maybe you know someone and you feel very strongly attracted to them, but have no idea how they feel, there's this urge to do something extreme - positive or negative - just to get the reaction.
i like to see people's reactions to eachother too. couples are always fun, especially in social settings, seeing them observe eachother and remark on the other's behaviour. it's usually really cute, sometimes a little odd, but usually cute.
i'm getting reintegrated into FHU culture... alot of that means getting used to being around peers again, as well as some quite younger than me. it means observing others who are learning how to define themselves and learning who they like to associate with. then there's always the coupling and uncoupling drama. i forgot the mindset here of - as soon as you date someone, people look for an engagement ring. never used to bother me, now i'm like - take your time peoples!!!
hmm. so it's saturday night in my little room, and i'm going to put red to bed. church in the morning. that makes me happy - worhip at jack's creek and seeing my friends there... reasons why sunday is my favorite day of the week
i like to see people's reactions to eachother too. couples are always fun, especially in social settings, seeing them observe eachother and remark on the other's behaviour. it's usually really cute, sometimes a little odd, but usually cute.
i'm getting reintegrated into FHU culture... alot of that means getting used to being around peers again, as well as some quite younger than me. it means observing others who are learning how to define themselves and learning who they like to associate with. then there's always the coupling and uncoupling drama. i forgot the mindset here of - as soon as you date someone, people look for an engagement ring. never used to bother me, now i'm like - take your time peoples!!!
hmm. so it's saturday night in my little room, and i'm going to put red to bed. church in the morning. that makes me happy - worhip at jack's creek and seeing my friends there... reasons why sunday is my favorite day of the week
1.19.2006
HRH 208
morning in my little dorm room. i have a corner room, and that means the sun is shining through two windows, not one. i put up the mosquito netting mom got me from zims, very british colonial if i do say so myself. ;)
this is the second day of classes at Freed. the second round of syllabi and speeches about grading and absences from our instructors. all i can say is, yay! i'm such a dork. right now, i'm even enjoying eating a meal a day in the infamous gano - of course, we now have a master chef and his team to make everything look pretty. even taste good sometimes.
looks like i'll be auditioning for "a winter's tale", which makes me happy! other than that though, i'll be keeping my head in the books, and hopefully a work study job. i'm loving being able to see my uncle, cousin, and brothers almost every day plus all sorts of friends... i hope i can remind myself that these are good things when i get stressed through the semester.
so far, it looks like i'm going to really enjoy my intercultural communications class, and i'm excited to be taking christian evidences with dr. lipe. it'll be a challenge, but i'm excited. chris is going to be in that class too.
well, gotta finish getting ready.
this is the second day of classes at Freed. the second round of syllabi and speeches about grading and absences from our instructors. all i can say is, yay! i'm such a dork. right now, i'm even enjoying eating a meal a day in the infamous gano - of course, we now have a master chef and his team to make everything look pretty. even taste good sometimes.
looks like i'll be auditioning for "a winter's tale", which makes me happy! other than that though, i'll be keeping my head in the books, and hopefully a work study job. i'm loving being able to see my uncle, cousin, and brothers almost every day plus all sorts of friends... i hope i can remind myself that these are good things when i get stressed through the semester.
so far, it looks like i'm going to really enjoy my intercultural communications class, and i'm excited to be taking christian evidences with dr. lipe. it'll be a challenge, but i'm excited. chris is going to be in that class too.
well, gotta finish getting ready.
1.12.2006
to thee our dearest...
FHU...
Okay, so I'm finally getting excited about going back to Freed. I got my final OK from the board of admissions, and I'm leaving on Saturday. It's a ten hour trek to TN, but I'll be breaking it up with an overnight stay with my Grandpa and his wife in Dyersburg. Church with them in the morning, and then a little less than two hours to Henderson. Yay! I'll be at Jack's Creek for church that night. I'm sooo excited.
Thank you Lord!! ;)
Okay, so I'm finally getting excited about going back to Freed. I got my final OK from the board of admissions, and I'm leaving on Saturday. It's a ten hour trek to TN, but I'll be breaking it up with an overnight stay with my Grandpa and his wife in Dyersburg. Church with them in the morning, and then a little less than two hours to Henderson. Yay! I'll be at Jack's Creek for church that night. I'm sooo excited.
Thank you Lord!! ;)
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