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Romania Week Two Photos

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Adventures abound.

The last week was filled with one-on-one (or two-on-one) meetings with students, hanging out and doing life, and planting seeds and sharing the Gospel. It was my favorite.

I love these people. I love what God is doing in and through them. I love redemption.

Here are approximately 97 million photos from the last week.

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Romania Week One Photos

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Romania is one of my favorite places in the world.

I love the people, the culture, the scenery, the food—all of it. It’s a gift to be in Iasi again, this time spending two weeks helping Cru with an English Club for university students.

Here are some a lot of photos from the first week.

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Finding Beauty in the Winter

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My sister loves winter.

She loves the snow, the cold, the way your lungs freeze up and give out when you try to breathe, all of it. (Okay, fine, I embellished the breathing one, though she does like breathing cold air.)

I’m not a fan.

I love sunshine and warmth and the smell of dirt and trees. I love being outside and hiking and adventures and going barefoot and being at and in the lake (that isn’t frozen). I love outdoor sports and Enoing (is that a verb? Let’s go with yes) and picnics and grilling and barbecues and, as you can see, pretty much anything that includes eating outside.

On the other hand, it’s unnatural how much I hate jackets and coats. I would rather risk pneumonia than put on a jacket. You know what else I could go the rest of my life without? Socks. And short days and having to start your car 20 minutes before you go anywhere so your hands don’t permanently freeze to the steering wheel.

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Five Observations from a Cruise Ship

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I never thought I would go on a cruise.

But, in a twist of God’s kind providence, my parents and I just got home from a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and, along with a sweet sun-poisoning rash, I brought back a few observations from our time sailing the Atlantic (as well as a few hundred photos).

Warning: I love palm trees. I may or may not have photographic evidence of pretty much every single one we saw. You’ve been warned.

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New York in the Rain

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Bagels
Times Square
Grand Central Station
The Empire State Building

That’s what we experienced today. While it was pouring down rain.

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“Don’t You Just Love New York in the Fall?”

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“…Makes me want to buy school supplies.”

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Let’s settle some stereotypes real quick.

New York City Myth No. 1: It’s hectic, crazy, and fast-paced.

False. It’s surprisingly calm, relaxing, and peaceful. At least that’s the case on the Upper West Side (where Haley and I are staying and the only place we have explored so far).

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New York City Myth No. 2: People are rude (“It’s the North”)

False. Everyone has been so fun and friendly and warm.

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Praise for beautiful cities, relaxing days, and kind people.

Here are some photos from our first afternoon in the Big Apple. (You can see Haley’s here.)

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August Reads

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Oh, August. The month when school starts back, the temperature takes a tiny chill pill, and apparently I have more time for reading (which probably has something to do with the whole back-to-school, all-my-babies-have-left-me-during-the-week-for-the-classroom thing). 

As my schedule opened up so have my bookshelves. The following are the books that filled most of my free time last month.

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Five Years Later… Photos from Ecuador

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It’s been more than five years since my first overseas mission trip to Quito, Ecuador, but I’ve been working on a missions article for work and the nostalgia has hit hard. 

Which, of course, explains this morning’s sprint down memory lane. Each of the following photos triggers certain emotions and experiences and reminds me of friends made during the 2011 spring break trip with Murray State’s Baptist Campus Ministry. Our time was filled with working in special needs orphanages, doing a bit of construction with a church, eating guinea pig, and taking in the sights of the stunning country.

So, here are some photos of our week in South America.

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When you visit your university after graduation

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I loved college visits as a high schooler. 

My mom and I (and sometimes my dad) would travel the country to various universities, take tours, and get gift bags full of branded pens, tablets of paper, random lanyards, and enough pamphlets to fill an office supply store. The anticipation and energy buzzed in the air, possibilities fluttered through my veins, and excitement centered itself as the predominant emotion as we researched and experienced what each school had to offer.

Prayerfully narrowing down each university was overwhelming and exciting, challenging and wonderful, and I loved every second.

But no one prepares you for the post-graduation college visit.

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Monday Morning Munch No. 151 – Goodbyes

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I hate goodbyes. 

I hate when people say, “This isn’t ‘goodbye’ it’s ‘see you later,'” because it’s just putting some nice words on a parting of ways that feels more like a breakup than a hopeful parting, and I always hated euphemisms. Can’t we just say, “This is stupid and it hurts and we hate every millisecond of this torture”?

Tomorrow morning we’ll get on a plane and leave Iasi, making various stops along the way until we land in our hometown in Kentucky 24+ hours later. But, before that, hugs will be given, enough tears to fill at least 48 liters will be shed, and goodbyes will have to be said.

Or, if you’re like me, you don’t say anything except “I love you” over and over because you refuse to say the repulsive G-word (and you’re crying too much to get any proper words out).

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