Roadtrip 2010: Part 1

My body seems to think it is still on the west coast... so I might as well do something productive and use the time wisely. So I'll blog, because blogging is sooo wise! Plus, 6:30ish will come early in the morning and then perhaps the ole bones and cells and water and stuff will remember what timezone we're really in!

As you know, because you were patiently waiting for updates, I have spent the past 3 weeks on a roadtrip across the country. Sorry for no updates, there really wasn't time. No seriously, there wasn't.

It was incredible. awesome. amazing. the best thing I've ever done (besides deciding to attend dcf for the first time). It almost isn't fair for me to even say "oh, the trip was good" when someone asks how it went. I feel like I need at least 30 minutes to talk your ear off. It was that good. It was swoon-good, can't shut up-good, glowingly-good. The kind of good that you know you'll never be the same. The kind of good that you know it wasn't just something you'll remember for being so good, but so good that it changes even the way you'll live tomorrow. The kind of good that you can't describe, like when you get butterflies when a certain someone walks in the room, or you lose your breath jumping into a cold lake, or you just can't fall asleep at night because you're too excited about what the next day holds. Yep, that good.

My eyes saw beautiful mountains, astounding waters, big sky, rolling fields, huge sunflowers, the city skyline.

My ears heard the sweet voices of old friends and was pleasantly surprised by the new ones.

My body trembled with fear at times, ached with soreness at others, fought exhaustion, and was elated at all there was to do, to see, to explore.

I was able to tell someone about dcf and the way we try (with grace!) to live out this life following God. And I was reminded of how much I love the Church, even with all it's flaws.

My heart was healed. It was redeemed. It was rejuvenated. It was called beautiful and courageous, strong and rejoiced over. My heart worshipped and broke for those far off. My heart was connected with life, beating hand in hand.

And oh I learned! The Lord was almost funny in the ways He spoke and called to life and made us pay attention. There is much that I learned, which can only be shared with others.

So over the next week, I will attempt to share with you in words and pictures the Roadtrip of 2010. Get Ready.