Señor Pig

There's no escaping..... 

Tiny black beady eyes. 

Always hungry for some green. 

Work work work all week long and it just sucks me dry. 

Always creeping at me from across the room. 

Such a pig.

Hiding his tiny slit with his sombrero.

Thinks he's so clever.

Like some kind of mafia leader or the next Captain Jack with his big fancy hat.

Taking all my money like that. 

Well one day I'll crack him. 

...........the end.  

God has no borders

So I'm sitting in church about three weeks ago and the Sunday school director is asking the congregation who wants to be in charge of the float for the July 4th parade this year. An awkward silence follows... She says a little more about needing ideas. Another awkward silence as everyone waits for someone else to take responsibility. Hoping to avoid anymore awkwardness, I said we could have a meeting after church and decide. Suddenly I was named chair person and all the responsibility fell to me.

How did that happen?

But it turned out to be a really incredible process. Gracie (my cousin), Mom, and I were discussing what the theme should be when it came to us: mission work. I'm striving to make enough money before May so that I will be able to spend three months in Honduras over the summer so this filled me up.

On the fourth several people from church got together to make the dream a reality. Dad had already cut the world out of foam and painted it, and he did an amazing job. The rest of us fixed posters and signs to hang around the trailer.

Unfortunately, no one got to see the work we'd put in to the project due to the terrible storm. All the same, it felt great working on something to glorify God and hopefully we'll use the same theme in the Christmas parade.

Brick, wall, waterfall...

Boone. Small enough to create a sense of strong community but just big enough to not be anything like Pilot Mountain. Last weekend I went up to visit some friends and we went to a place known as Twisted Falls to the locals. It was insane. The trail down was almost vertical and covered in rocks, the size that are too big to remain still but too small to balance on, so that alone was an adventure. Totally worth it.

 

Sitting on the rocks in front of the waterfall made me feel like I was in another country entirely. Nothing had touched the area we were in and it felt old and new in the same moment. 

Then I decided I wanted to jump off the waterfall. 

I followed my friends up into the woods on a path that would have made Vin Diesel cringe. One misstep and we would all be rolling down the side of a mountain into rocks. No big deal. I tried not to think about that and just held onto the roots as tightly as I could. The path was really narrow, a one foot in the other kind of deal from what I remember. 

About ten minutes later we had reached the top. As if I wasn't already feeling scared to death, I watched my friend slip and fall, barely catching herself before standing back up and jumping off with hardly any hesitation at all. It was insane. 

When it was my turn it was all I could do to look down at the water below and hope the jump wouldn't kill me. And then I did it, throwing myself out over the water as far as I could to keep from hitting the rock that had been jutting out from below me. 

It felt like I was falling forever and right as I wondered when it would end I met the surface of the water, crashing through it in whatever mangled form I'd managed to gather myself into. 

It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, a combination of fear and adrenaline rolled into this one bomb that exploded right when I leapt off the rock, because in the air I had nothing but myself and my God.