When I was younger I wanted to be a writer.

I have a feeling that this is not shocking at all, but I just wanted to say it today. It is so interesting to me that somewhere along the way I quit trying to be extraordinary when it came to constructing sentences, and started to worry more about just word vomiting with my hands on a keyboard.

I am so grateful for my new Home Community. Last night I got to talk with three of the other women(really? not girls anymore?), and it was so encouraging. We talked about how in the past each of us has had some bad experiences with other women in the church, and so we carry scars now that build walls of trepidation. It was refreshing to know that I am not alone, and that I don't have to walk by myself.

Also something to note: my largest goal, the one that Andrew and I have decided we will spend our lives working toward, is to run a camp for foster children. Last night the girl that I have hit it off with the most was telling me the story of her and her husband, and it led up to a point where a wealthy friend of her father's has some land near Orca's Island and wants to turn it into a Christian camp, wants them to run it for him....

Right then and there I told this stranger that if she needs help Andrew and I will sell everything we own, drop out of school, and go and run this camp with her and her husband. No lie.

Afterwards Andrew and I discussed it and we would. Mostly because God is good and the best things that have ever happened to me came from situations like that, but also because it would be so much easier to just skip to the good part-the part we're called to.

I would just pee my pants and explode with excitement if it happens. Could you imagine?

Sometimes when you think that the only thing you can do is work and work and work and work to get something, God shows up with the thing you're toiling for all wrapped in a bow(Andrew). Here's to hoping He's early for my birthday this year! ;)