I have a tendency to be far too personal and emotional on blogs. I will try to keep the treats at bay and...I suppose I am officially a blogger.
I was looking at a few photographs of some missionary friends I have that are stationed in Swaziland and it is unbelievable how much I miss them. Reflecting on the times when we all lived together in the Lovely Home Apartments in New Delhi- so dirty and hot; the only thing to do at night was to sit around and eat peanut butter and sing songs while Nick would play the guitar and Amanda would play the drums on a plastic bowl. We were fully broken and wholly surrendered to the Lord Jesus. It was beautiful. I was in love with those people, with God Almighty and the ministry He had set before us.
Those were good and pure days.
I have recently decided to switch from having an emphasis in photography to interdisciplinary arts. I am really happy about this.
The other night Angi and I went out with Mrs. Logie and Annie Bean. We chased the sunset into the ocean and followed the moon into the hills. It was magical.
And I am teaching Angi how to knit...and it will take magic for her to learn. :o)
