Where does the time go?

Never did I imagine not wanting to leave home.  A few years ago I looked forward to this day.  How naive I was! 

The past year has been a God-send.  So many lessons learned and friendships strengthened.   It's amazing how the Lord can use every circumstance to change our stubborn human hearts.  

I left Kenya yesterday...an 'era' finished some say.  It was terribly hard to get on a plane and then have to travel for 24 hours to get somewhere I didn't even want to go.

But, even still, I know that my God is faithful and true -- and that is all my hope is in!   

A long summer

Only a Day and a half

Well, we finally made it...

one day of school left, followed by a morning of frantic cleaning and packing, and we're off to the airport.  I still have 3 finals left (all tomorrow) which are either going to be awesome or I'm going to do terrible.  But, I'm quizzing myself with flashcards and jamming all this information in my head in hopes that it will be a farely easy day.   So glad this year is over, but i'll miss the friend's I've made. 

i probably won't update but every month or two while in kenya - internet is a technology not yet encroached upon Gatab. 

till then and whenever i find a computer next - julie

As of today, I have 29 days left in America!  My dad and little brother are already back - they're flying back to Gatab tomorrow.   I'm trying to work on getting excited about going back....but it's tough to with all that we're busy with these days.   I'm not sure when I'll have time to pack my room. 

This poem is not relevant at all to what I just said, but I still appreciate it all the same;

Since it's Mother's Day next week, I thought I'd put up my Mom's favorite hymn, though as I think about it really has nothing related to Mother's Day, but still is nonetheless an awesome song.  

The Love of God – F.M. Lehman

The Love of God is greater far

Than tongue or pen can ever tell

It goes beyond the highest star

And reaches to the lowest hell

The guilty pair, bowed down with care

God gave His Son to win

His erring child he reconciled

And pardoned from his sin

Could we with ink the ocean fill

And were skies of parchment made

Were every stalk on earth a guill

And every man a scribe by trade

To write the Love of God above

Would drain the oceans dry

Nor could the scroll contain the whole

Though stretched from sky to sky

O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure                                                                                                                                 The saints’ and angels song.