Live every moment...

For the most part, I thought i was pretty good with the whole - “God knows what’s going on even when you don’t. He sees a bigger picture when things seem to be going wrong” thing. I mean, yes I would still have to remind myself to trust his plan when i was going through rough things, but i could wrap my brain around it. But when things happen out of the blue. When people die. When they kill themselves. And you remember them and how kind they were. How much they loved people. How you sang crazy songs in the car with your siblings on the way home from california and sent it in a phone message to them along with a reenactment of Old Greg. When you think about those things. It makes it way harder to believe in your heart that God sees the situation clearly. God i don’t understand at all. I’m trying my best to trust you…but honestly…it’s really hard. How does this work for the good of anything? Please show me. Give me understanding and the strength i need to trust you. Because my heart hurts. Please be with his family, God, and everyone else. Comfort them. i love you with all that i am.  

So excited for DCI on tuesday night:)

i love bikerides.

There’s something almost magical that happens the moment you reach the top of a hill:)

I love how strangers can have such an impact:)

Today i was in the Salt Lake airport and i had just realized i left my ring in the Phoenix Airport and was feeling a little upset. My plane was delayed 3 hours so that was frustrating as well. I was sitting against the wall reading while my cell phone charged when I heard a little girl’s voice - “Daddy, can i go sit by that girl?” I looked up and smiled as I caught the Dad’s eye. He laughed as he continued walking and told his daughter that no she could not sit by me. Needless to say, she looked back at me every few seconds until she was out of site:)

That little girl made my day.

I don’t understand why so many people are afraid of Africa.

dear-musanabera:

I don’t understand.

i don’t either, rachel. But then i remember that God calls us all to different things and has a different purpose for everyone…so maybe that has to do with it:)

This evening i was at a birthday party

also at the party was Miles, a guy in a wheel chair who couldn’t really talk much or move that well.

Nevertheless, there were always people around him making him laugh.

He couldn’t feed himself, so when it came time for cake and one of the guys was getting ready to feed him bites of cake, the guy said -“hey let’s all feed each other…it will be a fun game!” I then watched as first Garrett fed Miles a bit of cake, then someone fed Garrett and someone fed her…then it started over.

I couldn’t help but smile:)

GMH :)

Almost a week later

and i’ve still never been so excited and giddy about something ever:)

Just the thought of the coming plans brings a huge smile to my face:)