Corinthians 15:55, “Oh, death, where is your victory? Oh, death, where is your sting?” Three weeks ago, my grandpa–the strongest and godliest man I know–joined baby David (referred to here) in Heaven. It was too soon for both of them. Today, I am celebrating the anniversary of David’s passing, and remembering my grandpa’s as well.
I returned to Lima on Thursday night (after being delayed for 10 hours!) after a wonderful 6 days in Cajamarca, a city nestled in the mountains (Sierra) of Peru. It is a beautiful, historic place, famous for the presence of the Inca and apparently where the Inca used to take baths! It has a tragic
There’s this cheesy song by Boys Like Girls called Two is Better than One. I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head since I arrived in Peru late Monday night (borderline Tuesday morning?). Anyways, I this song is NOT stuck in my head because I have fallen in love again and
Along with all the other bloggers in the world, I’ve decided to make a Best of 2012 list, categorized by month. You’ll find 12 highlights–one from each month and some random reflections of my first year in Peru. Many of you know that 2012 has looked extremely different than I was imagining this time one
I’m sitting here in the George Bush International Airport of Houston, Texas. I’ve been here since 6:40 this morning, when I proceeded to wait an hour for customs and hear that four flights to KC were cancelled. I’m holding onto hope that this next flight, scheduled to leave at 5:35, will make it, and I,
I’m having trouble staying up to date with the big moments that have happened throughout the past month. Busy, busy, busy. I’m working backwards here, and then need to fast forward to my first Christmas celebration, then to the last day of school. Lots of big moments the past few weeks. I was CRUSHED when
I had never known loss the way I do now until April 2012. In three weeks time (April 7, 14, 21) my best Lima friend’s baby died after 24 hours of life, I broke up with my boyfriend who I thought I was going to marry, and my dear Wheaton friend’s dad died after a