ten.

    Ten years ago, something small happened that resulted into something big. A girl named Renee sought treatment for her self-injury and addiction, motivated and encouraged by the support of some friends. One of her friends, Jamie, took her story and wrote about it. He shared it on MySpace and made some shirts to raise money for her treatment. One of those shirts ended up on stage, where Jon Foreman from Switchfoot wore it during a concert. From this, a movement was born. It was born out of pain, out of struggle, out of ugly things that seem they could never give birth to something beautiful.

    But it was also born out of hope. This movement turned into a non-profit organization called To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA). TWLOHA turned ten this week. Ten years have passed since Renee first decided to get help. Ten years have passed in which TWLOHA has been able to reach people, to help people, to remind people that they do not have to walk through life alone.

    In 2006, something big was birthed out of someone's cry for help and someone else answering that cry. Ten years ago, a change was made in Renee's life which told her she did not need to pick up the razor anymore. She did not need to run to drugs. She did not have to feel alone. Ten years.

     That was ten years ago. That was 2006. It would be another four and a half years before that story meant anything to me. It would be another four and a half years before I picked up a blade for the first time and ran it across my own skin. It would be four and a half years before I felt a little glimpse of the loneliness that Renee felt for so many years, before I left self-injury take a hold in my life.

     My battle with self-injury and depression is not something I enjoy talking about; it's not something I really want people knowing; but isn't part of life letting people in so they can walk through your life with you? I guess that's what I'm trying to accomplish here.

    My struggles with self-injury lasted about a year. A year of hurt and confusion and pain and loneliness. A year that was a lot shorter than some people's battles with self-injury. A year that was a lot longer than I would like to admit.

TWLOHA is ten. I think ten is a pretty significant number; a lot can happen in ten years or ten days or with ten sentences or ten words. Keeping with the theme of ten, I want to tell you ten lies that my depression and self-injury told me.

1. You are alone.
2. You are not worthy of love.
3. You don't want to tell anyone about this.
4. You can't tell anyone about this.
5. Even if you told someone, they wouldn't care.
6. This is the best way to deal with the pain.
7. Keep everything hidden. Everyone will judge you if they see your wounds or scars.
8. God does not want to hear about your problems.
9. Life will not get better.
10. This is all you are worth.

Harsh. I know. The good news is, I am still here. I did not give in to the lies. Actually, I did sometimes; they did not beat me though. Ten lies I believed. Ten lies I still have to remind myself are lies. The things about lies is, though, there's always a truth on the other side. So, here are ten truths I have learned through the same struggle with depression and self-injury.

1. You are never alone, even when people may not answer the phone. Your Heavenly Father is here, and He will always listen.
2. You. Are. Worthy. Of. Love. Even when you don't feel like it.
3. You don't want to tell anyone about this (some things don't change).
4. You can tell people you trust and respect about this.
5. People care deeply for you, but you are very quick to forget that. Let yourself be loved.
6. God has given you art and nature and friendship. These are things you can use to combat the pain.
7. There is power in being honest. Not everyone will judge you, and those who do simply don't understand. Shake the dust, honey.
8. God cares about you, dummy. (Sometimes you gotta call yourself names.) He already knows all about you, yet He loves you anyway. Pleasepleaseplease run to Him.
9. Life will always get better. Pain is temporary; so is depression. Plus, even during the struggle, you have a better home, a better place waiting for you on the other side.
10. You are worth so much more than all your pain. Someone died to help you realize that. (So listen to Him! His blood covers you.)

    I say my struggles with self-injury ended the day I put down the blade and resolved I would not pick it up again (which happened multiple times with no success, but I refer here to the one time I actually did succeed in this), mostly because I don't run to the blade anymore, but the struggle is not over. Depression still exists in my life, and depression is a creature that many don't understand (even those who struggle with it). I still think about self-harm. I don't like saying that. It makes me feel weak knowing that it still has a little bit of a hold somewhere in my brain. But I do still think about it.

    I can't say I have always perfectly avoided self-harm ever since the day I stopped. But I have never (by the grace of God) fallen back into it like I did before. And I have found better ways of dealing with the feelings of loneliness or sadness or not feeling anything but feeling numb. God has shown me about expressing myself through art and through writing. He has shown me wonder in His creation and how lovely and healing a day in the woods can be. He has shown me the power of friendship, the power of truth, the power of seeing lies for what they are. He has shown me that I am worth so much more than what I believe myself to be worth.

    If TWLOHA is ten, I will be five this year. I am five with still some scars and some hurt and some struggles that might never fully go away. But I am five with hope and resolve and a God who loves me. I am five with a fight, and I am five surrounded by others who are five or ten or seven or one or maybe just a couple months old. But we are people with a story still going, people who will not give up because we believe in better things and in healing. We believe things can still be new, things can be better, things will not always be this way.

    Healing does exist. It is not an easy road or a fun one. But it's a road you can choose.

    If you're struggling today, press on.

    If you're struggling today, keep fighting.

    If you're struggling today, remember you are not alone.

    You are not alone.

    You are not alone.

Who Am I?

    A couple of nights ago, a friend asked me a question that has not left my mind. It was a simple question, or at least it should have been. But it was anything but simple to answer. The question?
    "Who are you?"
    You might be thinking, "Of course that's simple,  I can tell you right now who I am."
    But it's not that simple. Who are you at your core? Who would you say you are if someone came up to you out of the blue and asked you, "Who are you?"
    "Who are you?" was soon followed up with "Where are you going?" And my answers for both were more or less the same...Something along the lines of, "I know, but I don't really know." And the more I've thought about it, the more I realize that's true. I know who I am, yet I don't truly know who I am. I know where I'm going in some aspects, but I have no idea in other aspects.
    Well, when you don't have a good answer to something, the only option is to think about it enough to come up with an answer that you at least somewhat agree with, right? At least that's what I did. So here goes...

WHO AM I?

    I am a lover of Jesus, of art, of the night sky, of deep conversation, and of other people.

    I am passionate about silly things.

    I feel things deeply.

    I look for depth in myself and in others.

    I am a hiker, a sister, a teacher, an adventurer, a learner.

    I am an aunt, a friend, an artist, an explorer.

    I am loved. I am sought after. I am treasured. I am worth it.

    I am known by the One who created the stars.

    I am broken, but not unredeemable.

    I am unworthy, but I am made an heir, a priest, a bride.

    I am nothing of myself, but I have been given everything I need in my Savior.

    I am someone who cares for others because Someone has cared so deeply for me.

    I am not where I want to be, but I have come so far from where I used to be.

    I am a worshiper, an ambassador, a member of the Church, a citizen of heaven.

WHERE AM I GOING?

    I am going toward graduation, toward whatever lies after college.

    I am going toward health by moving away from isolation in dealing with my problems.

    I am going toward truth found only in Christ.

    I am going toward hope, toward love, toward honesty.

    I am going toward the end of stigmas.

    I am going toward the upward call of Christ, toward the place which is truly my home.

    I am going toward exploration and newness, away from complacency.

    I am going toward adventures.

    I am going toward a place where I can be honest about the problems I face not only with others, but ultimately, where I can be honest with myself.

    I am going toward a lot of unknowns, a possibly stormy sea of uncertainty.

    I am going toward a story that is much bigger than myself.

    I am going toward trusting Christ more, toward giving Him more praise, toward constantly finding my all in Him.

    I am still discovering who I am. I am still learning where I am going. These two things will probably be constants in my life, things I can always learn more about. I'm not sure where exactly I'm going, and I will learn more of who I am as I learn to truly believe the things God says about me. These two questions are more thought-provoking and more intriguing the more you consider them, but there is one thing I am thankful for in light of these questions. I do not need to know exactly who I am or where I'm going, because my God fully knows every aspect of me and my journey, and He has promised to be my faithful, righteous Guide. I don't need to have an answer to every question; I simply need to trust Him and follow where He leads.

Grandpop.

   Even as I begin to write this, I'm not sure how to start, or what to write. But my heart is telling me to write, so I am. Loss is so hard. Grief is weird. You are completely fine one day, one moment, and the next, you find yourself in tears, wrapped up in the memories. Or vice versa. You're a wreck, and then you're happy for no particular reason. The emotions during grief and loss are just plain confusing.

   My grandpop, as we called him, passed away on January 14, 2014. It's been almost two months, and it's been hard. There have been so many up's and down's. When I said "Grief is weird," I didn't actually know how weird it was until I started going through it. It's actually something my teacher told me when I was talking to her after my grandpop passed away. "Grief is weird." That's what she told me. She was right. Some days I'm fine. Some days I'm not. Almost every day I think of him.

   My birthday was January 21, exactly a week after my grandpop passed away. It was hard, harder than I think I let on. It was a reminder that my grandpop didn't get to see me turn 18, wasn't going to get to see me graduate, wasn't going to get to see me leave for college. And it was hard. I'm crying as I write this, because it still hurts. I want him to be here. I want him to watch me grow up.

   I know my grandmom always gets birthday presents ready in advance, but I was still unprepared when I read the card that came with my birthday present.

                                               "Dear Gabrielle:

                                                    We love you very much, and

                                                 pray that your dreams will be

                                                 fulfilled as you walk with Jesus.

                                                Love, Grandmom xo

                                                                &

                                                          Grandpop xo"

   Just one sentence. And it brought me so much happiness and sadness all in one. Still signed "Grandmom xo & Grandpop xo" just as it had always been. I know the card was probably written before my grandpop was even in the hospital, but it was so hard yet so wonderful to read. I know that truly was what he wanted for me. He wanted me to know he loved me, and he wanted me to walk with Jesus.

   I showed the card to my mom with tears in my eyes, but I didn't show anyone else in my family until January 23, after my grandpop's memorial service. The memorial service was much harder on me than I thought it was going to be; I think I had just not let myself think about the fact that he was really gone until that night. I cried through the whole thing. I cried afterwards. I cried when I got home. I held the birthday card close to my heart, wishing it was my grandpop instead. I showed my dad and my sister. And I cried. The words meant so much to me. I read them over and over again, and I cried.

   February 22, I was at a youth retreat. I was outside in the field with a good friend, looking at the stars. We started talking about God's glory, and that led to talking about heaven. We started talking about her grandmother and my grandpop, and how exciting it's gonna be when we finally get to be there, not only with Jesus, but with our loved ones as well. My grandpop told everyone that when he got to heaven, he was just going to lay at Jesus' feet for a million years before he did anything else. I shared with my friend that it was so comforting to know that when I get to heaven, my grandpop is still gonna be right there at Jesus' feet. We talked about a lot of things that night, but I loved talking to her about heaven, about my grandpop, about how wonderful it's gonna be to see him again one day.

   Last Tuesday, March 4, I walked into my mom's room to get something. I was on my way out when I saw something on her bed: my grandpop's belt. The one he wore all the time. It was so unexpected. I know that my mom was with my grandmom the day before and she had probably just given it to her, but I was still caught so off guard. I was home alone, and I just sat on my mom's bed and held his belt and cried. I will never see him wearing that belt again. I wanted him back. And it was hard.

   On Thursday, which was March 6, I found out some incredible news about some of my financial need for college being provided. It was such a surprise; I literally was not expecting it at all. I found out while I was in the room with my mom, dad, and little brother. I cried happy tears for the first time in a long time. And that night, I found myself wanting my grandpop.

   He is the reason I even looked into Columbia International University, the college I will be attending in the fall. He spoke so highly of it, and I trusted his opinion. One of the last things he told me before he passed away was, "Well, gal, thank you for going to CIU." And when I found out the good news, I found myself wanting to tell him, "Grandpop, it's really going to happen now! I'm really going to go!" and I couldn't. I'm sure he already knows, but it's different, and difficult, not actually being able to tell him. I know he was proud of me and my decisions, but I still wanted him. I wanted to be able to tell him, to see his face light up when he heard me tell him. And I couldn't. And it was hard.

   So, grief is weird. And I'm still walking through it. I want my grandpop back so badly some days. I want to hear his voice and be able to listen to the advice he always had for me. But I'm so glad he's finally in heaven with his Father where he so longed to be. I'm so happy I'll get to see him again one day. I'm so happy he can finally see again, he can finally walk again, he is finally healthy again. I love my grandpop. I always have, and I always will. He was, and will continue to be, one of the biggest influences in my life. He left behind such an incredible legacy, and I am so honored to be a part of passing that legacy down to future generations.

On Phil Robertson.

   I'm sure by now, most of you have heard of Phil Robertson's suspension from Duck Dynasty due to him expressing his Christian views on homosexuality. In an interview with GQ, Phil was asked what his views on the subject are, and he answered with a passage from scripture (1 Cor. 6:9-10), which gives a list of people who will not enter the kingdom of God.

   Once A&E, the network that airs Duck Dynasty, heard what Phil said in his interview, they took him off the series "indefinitely." They also released a statement saying they were disappointed in how Phil answered the question and that his views did not reflect the views of A&E, because, as it turns out, A&E is a big supporter of the LGBT community.

   Initially when I heard what happened to Phil, I was angry. "What about freedom of speech?" "What is happening to our country?" "Wait, just because he's a CHRISTIAN, he can't voice his opinions??" My thoughts were echoed by my family as we talked about how outrageous it was that Phil was being punished for taking a stand for what he believes in. It seemed so unfair that Phil was suspended from Duck Dynasty simply for honestly answering a question in his interview.

   Then came the facebook posts. Everyone from everywhere with different views on what happened. "His freedom of speech wasn't taken away, he still got to talk about what he believed." I guess this is true in a sense; Phil does still have freedom of speech, BUT he was punished for using that right. Simply because his views disagreed with the network's views, he was suspended. I don't agree with how A&E handled the situation. I think it was unjust, especially because the Robertson family is so openly a God fearing family. A&E should have known that something like this would happen one day. Why were they so surprised?

   But should we really be so shocked?
   Should we be appalled that someone of our faith is being persecuted?
   Should we be so outraged at what happened to Phil?

   No, no, and no.

   "Do not be surprised, brethren, if the world hates you." (1 John 3:13)
   "If the world hates you, know that it hated Me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, because of this the world hates you." (John 15:18-19)
    "Indeed, all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted." (2 Timothy 3:12)

   Honestly, we've been warned. I'm not saying that A&E was correct in suspending Phil by any means. I still believe that Phil has his rights as an American to voice his opinions. What I'm saying is, we should expect this. We should expect it in Phil's life and we should expect it in our own. The New Testament is full of warnings of persecution and warnings of what it will take to follow Jesus. So why are we surprised when someone actually does face persecution, from the media or from other people or from anything else?

   Despite how unfair the situation with Phil may seem to us, if Phil is living out his beliefs, these things are bound to happen. The world does not know us, nor is it very fond of us! The world HATES Christians. It hates those who follow after Christ, because it hated Christ first. There is going to be more where this came from, I can guarantee it. It won't just be Phil being persecuted. It will be anyone who truly desires to live a godly life. We will be persecuted. The Bible tells us it will happen. It will happen because we are hated by the world, and we need to understand that.

   "If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I give all my possessions to the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing."  (1 Cor. 13:1-3)

   We should not be shocked. We should not be angry. Rather, we should respond in a Christ-like manner. We should support the Robertsons and our brothers and sisters facing persecution. We should, indeed, stand up for what we believe in. But we should do it all in love. Without love we are nothing, have nothing. We should do everything in love. We should speak in love. We should watch what we're saying on social media in response to this situation and how we are saying it. We should do this because, I promise, those who don't know Jesus are watching. They're watching for the responses of those who claim to love Jesus. They're watching and waiting to see how we react, if we throw a fit or start spewing angry language all over the place. They're watching, and we need to be good representations of Christ. Be careful.


 

Rain.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

-The Rainy Day, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


   I love this. I love that Henry Longfellow had such insight, that he could turn rain into such a beautiful metaphor.
   I don't know about y'all, but I'm pretty sick of rain. My back yard is flooded, my front yard is flooded, and it's just about impossible to feel dry. But this poem has been on my mind a lot lately (because, you know, of all of the rain). I think it's wonderful when the rain finally stops and the sun bursts forth from the clouds. It makes you so much more grateful for the sun once you've had a lot of rain. Longfellow obviously understood that, which is what makes the metaphor in "The Rainy Day" so beautiful. As it says, some days must be dark and dreary and rain falls into every life. But the fact is, the sun is still shining as radiantly as ever behind the clouds. Once the rain stops, the sun will come out from the clouds again. It will be glorious. It will be beautiful. It makes you so much more thankful for the sun. It's like when people say you can never know true happiness if you have never experienced sadness. You can never be truly thankful for the sun if you have never had times of rain.


   That's not all the rain makes me think about, though. It also makes me think about Jesus coming back. It makes me think about Jesus coming back because in Revelation, it talks about towards the end, there will be lots of thunder and lightning, earthquakes, and things that the world has never experienced before. I've been thinking about Revelation a lot because of the storms. Every time there's a thunder storm or my back yard floods, it reminds me that we're getting closer to Jesus returning. And I cannot wait to see Him!!
   Today in church, we had a guest speaker, Morgan Jackson. As he was speaking, he mentioned that he believes some of us will not die, that Jesus will come back before that happens. How many of us are ready for that? I know people say "I want Jesus to come back" a lot, but how many of us are actually seeking after Him and the things above, where He is, constantly fixing our eyes on heaven? I don't always have my eyes on heaven, but I have had such a desire lately to become heaven-minded. I want to be so focused on heaven and on Him that I don't have time to worry about anything else. I so look forward to the day I will see my God face to face and be able to fall on my knees to worship the Holy, Almighty One who saved me from myself. Everything seems to be reminding me of Him and of heaven lately, and that's how it should be. I am so blessed. I can't wait to be with Him forever.

"For after all, the best thing one can do when it's raining is let it rain." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Worthy are You, our Lord and our God, to receive glory and honor and power; for You created all things, and because of Your will they existed, and were created." -Revelation 4:11

I am little.

   So often we see ourselves as something big and important, like we should have so much attention on ourselves because we matter so much. But you see, God has a way of changing people's mindsets, making them realize that they are so little compared to Him and His creation.

   

   God created the entire universe. He created earth and the sun and moon and stars.. He created our galaxy and all our neighboring galaxies and everything else in the universe. He created the caterpillar, which has 228 separate muscles in its head alone. He put 3,000 different tree species in one square mile in the Amazon jungle. And out of everything He created, we humans are the only things He created in His image. Is that crazy or what?!

   There are an estimated 350,000,000 galaxies just in the known universe. In the midst of those galaxies is our galaxy, the Milky Way. In our galaxy, there are countless stars. Somewhere among all those stars, our solar system is located. Here there are planets and the moon and the sun. Then there's earth, where we are. Here, the deepest place in the ocean is 35,840 feet deep. The tallest mountain is 29,029 feet high. The longest road in America is I-90, which is 16,426,080 feet, or 3,111 miles, long. Then located in small little Chattanooga, TN, is me, all 5 feet, 5 inches of me. Just by that I feel pretty dang small.. It'd take almost 3,000,000 of me to stretch the entire distance of I-90. If I was standing in 5 and a half feet of water, my head would be completely covered. Thinking about being 35,840 feet under water is totally mind blowing to me.

   But you know what's cooler than all of that? God is bigger than the 35,840 feet of water or all 29,029 feet of Mt. Everest. He's bigger than I-90. He's bigger earth and our galaxy. He's even bigger than the entire universe. He CREATED the entire universe. I bet even our huge universe is pretty small compared to God.

   I recently told someone that I wanted to go to space, because I thought it would be beautiful, but also because I thought it would make me feel little. I was asked why I liked feeling little.. and honestly, it's hard to explain. I like feeling little because it puts things in perspective. When I look at the ocean, or stars, or mountains, I see how big they are. Then I see how little I am. It reminds me that there's so much more out there than little me. It reminds me that I'm not so important. It reminds me of God, because He created the ocean, mountains, and all those stars that make me feel little, and He is so much bigger in comparison.

   When I think about all of this, it's crazy that God cares about me at all. It's crazy that He chooses to use someone as little as I am. It's crazy that He loves me with a relentless love. His love is fierce, furious, wild, and strong. He is jealous for me; He desires for me to love Him. God, in all His bigness, loves ME. The Creator of everything loves me for who I am, but wants to make me into something so much more beautiful. I get goosebumps when I think about that. It is, for lack of a better word, crazy. But I am convinced that there is no better feeling in the entire world, to know that I am so little, yet God loves me anyways. I am so little, but God is using me. I am so little, but God is changing me. How can I not be filled with love for God when I know all of these things?

   When I think about all of this, the word "beautiful" keeps coming to mind. I honestly think that all of this is beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing that I could ever be a part in. God's love is beautiful. His bigness is beautiful. My littleness is beautiful. It's beautiful that He desires so much for me.

   If you've never experienced a feeling like this, I encourage you to go look at the stars tonight. Watch the sunset or sunrise. Go on a hike. Be in God's creation and just be quiet. He will meet you there. He will show you that He is so big. He'll make you realize that you are so very little, but He loves every part of you anyways. God is big, and God is good.

"Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, and marked off the heavens by the span, and calculated the dust of the earth by measure, and weighed the mountains in a balance and the hills in a pair of scales?" "Lift up your eyes on high and see who has created these stars, the One who leads forth their host by number, He calls them all by name, because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power, not one of them is missing." -Isaiah 40:12,26

Beautifully different

   I've never had a more beautiful January. I've never had so much to write about and so much to talk about in the first month of the year. And it all started because I said okay. I said okay to 2013 being different.
   A few days before the new year, I felt God telling me that 2013 would be different. When I said okay, I honestly didn't expect it to be much different, but I wanted it to be. I didn't want 2013 to follow in 2012's footsteps, because 2012 honestly kind of sucked. On New Year's Eve, all I could think about was "I want 2013 to be different. 2013 has to be different." Actually, my first words once the ball dropped and everyone finished cheering were, "I want 2013 to be different." I really didn't expect a lot, but then it started happening.
   On New Year's Day, God gave me more peace and joy than I have experienced in a really long time. Why? Because I said okay. Because I decided to let go of something that had been weighing me down for way too long. Because I was ready for something different. That peace and joy is unlike anything I have ever felt before. It is still with me just as much as it was that first day. I finally understand when people say that they have a joy in Jesus that no one can take away. I understand because I have that joy.
  Three days after that, I was at Corrie Oates's house. I wasn't supposed to be there, actually. It was a last minute decision to come over and spend the night with her and Savannah Walker. But I said okay. I'm not going to go into the whole story, because I think I could write an entire BOOK on what happened that night. But I will say that it was very obviously God-orchestrated. In short, Savannah, Corrie, her brother Ben, and I ended up talking for four hours about Jesus and how we see Him moving. Ben told us about how God had told him that 2013 is going to be an adventure, and I shared how God told me that 2013 is going to be different. God spoke to us through His Word, The Hobbit, and so many other things that night. It was wonderful, and it was definitely shaping up to be a different adventure for all of us!
   The next day, the four of us went to Starbucks and invited Abbie Price and Samuel Hinchman to come along as well. Again, I won't get into how incredible that day was, because if I start, I'll never stop. It was just really obvious that God brought us all together and that God was present and moving. I have literally never felt so close so fast to a group of believers. Especially a group that never would have come together if it weren't for God.
   We met the next day, too. We were just six brothers and sisters getting together, worshiping Jesus and reading the Word. We sang songs and shared what God had been doing, and just fellowshipped with each other. We all had the same vision and same mind. We decided to call ourselves Rekindle, because the word rekindle means to restart, or revive. We want to revive what the church looked like in Acts, to restore a fellowship once lost. We decided we wanted this to be something different and something totally centered on Christ. We pray for each other often, share Scripture with each other, and just love on each other. We meet together as often as our schedules allow, constantly inviting more people. We want to share what God has done. It's unlike anything I have ever experienced.
   That's pretty much how everything got started, and I promise that was the short version (even though it may not have seemed like it). Not a day has gone by when I haven't thought about Rekindle and what God has done, how He brought us together. So many more things have happened since the beginning of January, but I'll stop here, because I really could go on forever about it and about how incredible God is. I think about the joy He gave me every day, and I am so thankful that 2013 has been so different. I can't describe how thankful I am for Rekindle and for my brothers and sisters in Christ. I'm so thankful that I've had such a beautiful January, and I am so crazy excited to see how the rest of 2013 will be a different adventure for all of us.

(Props to Savannah for the picture) "Look among the nations, and see; wonder and be astounded. For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if you were told." -Habakkuk 1:5