The roots...

It is the most typical Michigan January afternoon: grey and dull. I yearn for signs of life, birds singing, green leaves, the sun shining down and casting shifting shadows on the ground. It seems as though everything went into hibernation, they are dead and I long for the life of spring. Yet I know that God is doing work in the ground, there is a reason for having different seasons. Even though the trees seem dead, they are green inside and the buds will come. The birds are in their nests and soon they will sing their song. The sun is behind the clouds but soon the white puffy inhibitions will clear away and the world will be bright and colorful again! In some ways this is how I feel my soul is right now as well. God is stirring beneath the surface, moving, changing, and transforming me and soon it will be uncovered and I will have life and joy. God will reveal his plan for me and all of the studying and times of prayer, fasting and calling out to God will bring fruit in my life and God's blessings will shower down. My heart yearns for it, for the new season and it's the knowledge and faith that it will come that gets me through the greyness. It may be next month or in 6 months, but it will come. Winter will thaw and spring will come in all it's warmth and greenness.


This summer I am working as the program director at Paradise Ranch at Grace Adventures Camp in Mears, MI. I know that God will challenge and use me this summer as I go back to a place that was so foundational in my spiritual journey. I am looking forward to a summer of laughter and fun, blobbing and horse-back riding. There will be hot, sticky evenings and sweatshirts that smell of campfire for days. There will be running through the trails on horse-back and making great friends. I will get to witness God changing lives and eat GFS food all summer long. There will be mosquito bites and dirt under my fingernails. There will be exhaustion and bug spray. There will be early mornings and late nights. I will be living in a simple cabin, paring my belongings down to the bare essentials. I will wear boots and jeans everyday - fashion is not of consequence at the ranch. I will work hard, sweat, and I will laugh. And after that... in August...

only God knows.