Prettier When the Sun Goes Down

I’m pretty sure these days my trust in the Lord is the biggest it’s ever been. My faith is deeper than it was three months ago. My awareness of God, my reliance on Him, my realization of my need for Him...it’s becoming increasingly evident every day. More on that in a bit...

I lived a gypsy life this summer. I was a nomad, always on the road. For two and a half months, I never spent more than five nights in a row in the same bed. There was a road trip to Nashville, a wedding in Colorado, a surprise trek to Utah, camping in Georgia, church camp in Florida, a few more weeks in Tennessee, vacation in Michigan, an unexpected trip to Wisconsin, and then back to Michigan again...with a couple days in Illinois and Indiana.

To most people, that’s a headache. It’s busy and hectic and middle schoolers are involved, so AUGH. But for me...it’s my lifeblood. I love the crazy. I thrive in the chaos. Never once did I feel like I was “away from home.” The places I went, the people I was with...I had home with me the whole time. It was magical.

But summer always comes for an end (my entire life has been a struggle to accept this concept). The schedule changes. There is still crazy and there is still chaos, but it’s a different pace. Now at 1am, my head hits the same pillow. I actually sleep under the covers now, instead of a sleeping bag on top of my bed. My laundry gets put away in drawers instead of tucked right back in my suitcase.* I actually see my roommate!

So that’s good, right? Things should be getting easy, life is good, enjoy the slow down and relax? Ha! Enter God with His “bet you didn’t see this one coming” card. These last six weeks have been challenging, to say the least. There are students struggling with parents and parents struggling with how to deal. I have friends struggling in their marriages and friendships and workplaces. There are high school girls...enough said!

And I’m struggling! God is throwing at me all sorts of questions of identity and calling and purpose and things I didn’t see coming. He’s stretching me and testing me and like I said at the beginning, showing me how I need to be totally dependent on Him. His plan. His ways. We talked in Sunday School this weekend about Jacob wrestling with God, and that’s how life feels a lot lately. Late nights not sleeping and long days at the beach spent in solitude and prayer. Nights and days wrestling with God. It’s hard, it’s messy, it’s real life. 

And it’s GOOD. I’m okay with this right now! I see how I’m learning, growing, trusting more. The struggle is real, but it’s how we grow. After Jacob wrestled with God, he didn’t walk away the same. He had a new name. He had a jacked up hip. An encounter with God always leaves us changed. 

Last night God wrote a message in the sky. It was one of those evenings when a drive to the beach to catch the sunset just needed to happen. It rained the entire drive there, but I believe God has a special love in his heart for AMI, and the clouds parted in time for the most perfect neon sunset.

Big clouds always make the best sunsets...they reflect the colors in ways a clear sky simply can’t. Here's picture 14 of about 256.

And it just kept getting better. The orange ball of the sun dropped completely, but as minutes went by the sky kept growing brighter and bigger and more beautiful. I call it the after set, so let’s pretend that’s a real word. Katie (because what’s a beach trip without her?) looked out and said, “I feel like it’s always prettier when the sun goes down.”

Brilliance. Prettier when the sun goes down. It’s funny, because the sun always gets the credit in a sunset. But what about the afterset? Once the sun’s down, onlookers leave. But those who stay? What happens is always breathtaking. The afterset clouds are where the true beauty is reflected. 

My life feels a bit cloudy lately. But they are the best clouds I’ve ever seen. Reflected in the storm are not only blessings of family and friends and a little one-year-old roommate who is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but blessings of peace that come with living in the will of God. Blessings of conversations that nourish my soul and the deepest, most intimate times with God as I wrestle.

And also I’m reminded that the best is yet to come. At camp we have “warm fuzzies,” little notes of encouragement the staff write to one another. Last week I read through my box of fuzzies from 2007 (I'm a hoarder), crying and laughing and thinking about if I only I knew then what the next seven years would hold. That’s a crazy thought. 2007 Sarah never saw 2014 Sarah coming. So much I never expected or imagined. 2007 was a great year, but I never thought that seven years later life would be even more full and good. So then there’s this: what happens in another seven years? 

The sunset is beautiful, but what beauty does the afterset hold? 

*Ok let’s be honest...the clean laundry sits in a basket until I wear it again. Maybe, just maybe, it gets folded...but then it sits in that nice pile on my floor until I wear it again. The day the clothes actually make it back into the closet? Usually right about when I have a huge research paper to write...like right about now.

27 things: use your words.

I just submitted my final paper for my final class this semester, so basically best. night. ever.

Also, I can now write without someone giving me a topic, deadline, or word limit, so again...basically the best night ever.

Yesterday I turned 27. I felt celebrated and loved and everything about my normal day seemed to just have a special spin on it. Or maybe it was the fact that my co-workers decorated my office to look like a circus tent that made me feel like I was spinning. Either way...a lot of people thought I was crazy for going into work on my birthday. Like, since it's my birthday, I should have a day off. And we all know it would be spent at the beach. And I got about as much work done as if I had been at the beach, because all day long people were bringing me lasagna and cookies and balloons and diet coke and my phone was ringing and Facebook dinging and AHH! The kind of chaos I love. (Sidenote: I split a hole in the thigh of my jeans today...I don't think it was a coincidence).

So with all the busyness, instead of using the day to prepare a deeply theological exegesis of an imperative scriptural truth for my Wednesday night youth group teaching, I decided last night I would share with my students 27 things I've learned (27th bday, 27 things, get it?). Turning another year older really had me contemplating on life...I guess the wisdom of age got to me.

What wasn't wise was thinking I could preach a 27 point sermon in ten minutes.

There were a lot of life lessons I wanted them to know, like...
-use your manners
-drink lots of water
-smile a lot
-save your money
-selfies are dumb
-never stop playing dress up
...but I realized I could probably go a little deeper than that. So I came up with my list of 27 truths I wanted to speak into their lives. 

I thought it would make a great blog post. Then I got to writing, and I realized it was actually 27 great blogposts. So I'm not going to commit to blogging every day for the the 27 days, but I can pretty much promise that my next 27 posts will be comprised of the aforementioned list, and they'll be pretty short and to the point.

So, in no particular order...

#1: Use your words.

We all know I'm obsessed with a what makes a good story. I love story lines and conflict resolution and character development. I love when a story captivates me. Words are what we use to tell good stories in books...and in life. I love that people brought me cookies and cake all day, but my favorite gifts were Katie and Sarah's words on Facebook, Heather's text, a message from my sister, and a box of letters from my friends and students that my thoughtful roommate put together. These words recalling memories and stories of things past - those things that usually make me cry - these are the presents that mean the most to me. 

Now that I think about it, all year God has been blessing me with words. In August, a new, more mature friend in ministry felt compelled to come over to me during prayer time at a conference and speak what God was telling her - words of affirmation I needed in life, a message of hope and trusting God's plan for the future. A month later, I got a Facebook message from my 5th grade best friend, along the lines of..."I just wanted to say I think it's awesome how you put your everything into your kids...I know I've never seen you with your kids, but something tells me your making huge differences." It's crazy - we haven't seen or talked to each other in almost ten years! But she felt prompted to use her words to encourage me. Then again this winter, cousin Jenny, out of nowhere, gave into those "gentle whispers" she was feeling from the Spirit, and from Montana sent me a care package and encouraging card. Words...encouragement...amazing!

The point is this: your words hold incredible power. You can use them to tear people down...or you can use them as an unstoppable tool to build people up. So do that. Write warm fuzzies, send an encouraging message. Use your words.




PS...words weren't the only gift I was thankful for!! If you were one of the people who gave me gift cards or food or birthday blessings or just celebrated with me, thank you from the bottom of my heart!! Your gifts were all so thoughtful. I felt loved in so many ways yesterday :)

PSS...shoutout to my #reallybuddy Jo Mill with Little Sarah, KT, and Jordan...they used their words to write and perform a rap for me, so basically my life couldn't get much better...unless there was a dance to accompany it. But we'll talk about dancing in #6 :)

Happy Hearts and Big Adventures

I'M SO FULL RIGHT NOW.

Not my stomach (the last meal I ate was in Ohio ten hours ago), but my heart. The conference I just attended was designed for youth workers, to deepen their knowledge and widen their abilities and grow  in faith and be refreshed in mind, body, and soul. I learned a lot - the knowledge and abilities and faith part. But that heart part...ahh.

That's what full right now, my heart. Even though...

I arrived back in Florida to my trusty Roxanne the Mini Van (which pretty much contains the contents of my life) breaking down two miles out of the airport.

The tow truck driver's truck broke down (ironic) and we waited over two hours for a tow.

I get home to a messy house that I had zero time to clean before I left, so now in addition to the previous mess there is luggage strewn all about.

My smoke alarm beeps every thirty seconds. Beep...beep. I took it off the wall. STILL beeping. I took out the battery. STILL BLEEPING BEEPING. What?!

I have one student job shadowing me tomorrow and two more students expecting me to take them to the beach (fun job shadow day, right?)...which is gonna be SO awesome considering my van is in a lot in ORLANDO!

Did I mention I haven't eaten in ten hours?

But as I type there are two bracelets on my wrist. One says "joy" and the other "love does." And those things are why my heart is happy tonight.

My heart is full because I had to friends willing to drive out (after they both took NyQuill - remind me to check that next time) and hour to come pick up three stranded women. Love does.

My heart is full because being stranded meant two more hours with some of my favorite ladies and another hour with my favorite guys. Joy.

My heart is full because my messy house is a sign of LIFE! Someone real lives here. Someone that is full of adventure and travels and lets laundry pile up for too long because there's not enough time to do that when there's a hammock and Donald Miller or Shauna Niequist calling your name! Or a high school softball game. Joy.

I'm still trying to find the joy in the beeping smoke detector. My love does not cover that. That's just annoying.

My heart is full because...let's be real here. Take a look again at my job description for tomorrow: "two students expecting me to take them to the beach." Who gets to do that for a job? Especially after six cold days in the north...joy, unspeakable JOY.

My heart is full because even though I'm hungry, I'm remembering back to that last meal in Columbus. Columbus, Columbus...where love does and joy wins. I ate with Jordyn, my #reallybuddy*, before we boarded a flight where we talked and dreamed and got crazy off Sprite. And it was the last meal of many we shared that weekend, meals that fed my soul as much as they fed my body. Jordyn makes me want to live bigger adventures. She volunteers me for rap-offs (bad idea) and thinks an ice cream run on a freezing night is a great idea (it is). We stayed up till 2:30 this morning giggling. She gets why it's important to be real and authentic, and she is both of those things, and I love her.

I'm full because I was fed this weekend. I was affirmed. I was encouraged. When I'm called by name from the speaker on the main stage, and she speaks of the transformation she sees in my life, and how I inspire her, and tells the crowd, "Sarah, you're my hero," that's encouragement. That's affirmation. It's undeserved. SHE is a rock star. SHE is my hero. Brooklyn has the same realness and authenticity that Jordyn has, and I hope I have. Love does.

This weekend was about people. Not just Jordyn and Brooklyn, but everyone I met. In the youth ministry world, we're all a team. We're family. So whether I'm hanging with Jordan Howerton who's about to go lead worship, or Cameron who leads kids in Canada, or Brandon who has a sweet job in my dream city, I know they get me. We're in this together. In sessions, hallways, restaurants, airplanes, and hotels, I met the most incredible people this weekend. Our conversations and interactions shaped me. I'll be forever grateful for that. I don't want them to end!

Pure hearts. Authentic lives. True desire for transformation. Laughter. Story. 

That's what I saw this weekend. That's what I experienced. And now that I'm back in Lakeland, that's what I want more of. It's what I'm striving for in my life, and maybe you want to join me. Let's keep being real. Let's keep listening to people's stories. Let's make sure we get enough time with our #reallybuddies and call out words of affirmation and encouragement upon them. Let's care about what is important and let go of what's not. Let's keep the conversation going. And let's remember that we get all of it because God is SO GOOD. It blows my freaking mind. God's just...he's got it going on.

Let's let love do its thing and be joyful as we watch it unfold. This vapor of life...breathe it in. Let's be full.



*reallybuddy: a shortened way of saying "good buddies for a really long time," coined by the Skit Guys this weekend. It's okay if you don't get it...Jo Mil knows what I'm talking about.

It's Where I Learned to Love Jesus

This was supposed to be a post about story. A post about how we are all living a story, and it has characters and setting and plot twists. And how some of us settle for a lesser story when our story could be filled with adventure and spontaneity and whimsy. So the plan for tonight was to write about how to live that bigger story, the one where we do cartwheels on the beach and go on road trips and meet fascinating people at quaint little diners.

Enter the plot twist.

7:30 PM, the phone call. The "did you hear what happened today?" "oh no who died..." phone call. But it wasn't the death of a close family member or friend, it was this:

Shock. Disbelief. Awe. Last week, a fire took out a bathhouse that was a memory machine. I colored my hair purple in there. I sang Britney Spears in the shower. I did free laundry there. My favorite 4th-of-July clown costume is in a box somewhere in that room. I rinsed with Suave Green Apple conditioner after way too many 7am polar bear dips in the big lake.

And now this. Where to start? My mind went to the lip sync. Multiple lip syncs. How many hours did I put in that building, in ridiculous late night heat, rehearsing and decorating? Middle schoolers and high schoolers and fellow college students, dancing and emceeing and singing?

How many church services did I attend, at 10am and 6pm, sitting in the second section, second row, fourth seat in? I counted kids during the children's message (110) and sang on the praise team (I Stand in Awe of You) and wondered if they would ever get rid of that ugly brown panelling. I ran out the screen door (use the right one, the left one sticks if you push instead of pull) to get the first glass of pink lemonade.

I secretly never returned a key after it was issued to me in 2005. It's still on my keychain, sitting on my table right now. Which is silly, because everyone knows the door unlocks with a woodchip.

And how many hundreds of kids did I teach about Jesus? Bible School, wow. Puppets and skits and setting up crafts every day. Let's not talk about how long it took to organize that ridiculous craft corner on the other side of the garage door from the infamous and mysterious Glory Hole (the curtained-off section of the building where "things die and go to glory"...aka stuff we don't need but can't get rid of)!

The garage door. STOP BANGING ON THE DOOR!

That's just high school and college. It hits me. Not only did I work here, teach here, and light up the stage with my mad lip sync skills...this is where I was taught. This is where I learned about Jesus. This is where I sat on the stairs as Jerry Vreeman sang to us "Samuel, Samuel, God is calling on you...Samuel!" Fuzzy Floyd taught us that "they who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength, they will mount up on wings like eagles. They will run and not be weary, they will walk and not grow faint," and told us to meet him at the Big Rock after the service to take a picture (and it was SO big back then!). 

This building is where Jenni and Teresa and Angela and Julie (in polyester robes) marched around the walls of Jericho and they came tumbling down. It's where Miss Henny and Mrs. L (aka Mom) talked with Fuzzy and Granny and Jake and the gang. It's where I learned I don't want to be a Pharisee (they're not fair you see) and if I had wax for my board, it would keep me surfing for Lord. Sauce for my taco would let me witness in Morocco. It's where I was interviewed daily by Josh on the markerphone.

It's where I learned to love Jesus.

And this is all just me. For others, it's the place where they attend Saturday night concerts or play the piano or store their trailers in the winter. It's where they circle up to pray before Sunday service or drop their kids off during Bible study or vacuum. It's ridiculous black plugs all over the floor because seriously, how do you just leave them in the back of the chairs and NOT pull them out and play with them?!

But today it was gone. In the midst of the most intense Michigan winter, the roof couldn't take it anymore and collapsed under the weight of the snow, taking with it the 40 camping trailers stored inside (summer homes to my friends and family), piano, sound equipment, Bible School supplies...and the contents of the glory hole :)

It was a physical loss...and also a sentimental one. I guess I always thought one day my daughter would sit on those same steps and hear a children's sermon from Grandpa Randy, and my son would be the one banging loudest on the garage door just waiting for 9:45 to get his little hole-punched cardstock-and-yarn nametag. 

It seems to odd to be sentimental and torn up about a BUILDING. It's bricks and paint and wood. But it's not odd to be sentimental about the memories made inside it. It was a piece of my childhood, my youth, my young adulthood. Shoot, I was even still speaking on that stage this summer! (I'll just pass the mic to Mike...oh geez.) And it's gone. But in my processing tonight, I've realized this:

Buildings don't make memories or write stories. They're just the places memories are made and stories happen. PEOPLE make memories, and GOD tells the stories.

And so we're back to what we all love about the Conference Grounds. Did we lose a building last week to a fire? Yes. Did another building collapse today? Yes. But does that same God who wrote so many stories in my life at that place still want to write more stories for others to come? YES!

And he doesn't need a building to do it. 

I hate to be all cliche and say "I know we can't see it now, but it's part of God's plan and something good will come out of it" but...

I KNOW WE CAN'T SEE IT NOW, BUT IT'S PART OF GOD'S PLAN AND SOMETHING GOOD WILL COME OUT OF IT!!!!

I honestly believe it. That's why I wrote it in caps lock. 

Wow, it's a confusing time. Do I want to hop the next flight to GR or pack up Roxanne the black and tan Mini Van and head north tonight? Duh. But in all honesty, what good would it do? Let me cry over the building in person instead of over Facebook photos? Productive.

I think instead what I need to do is be thankful. I'm thankful that 18 years ago my parents decided we were going to live in a camping trailer. I'm thankful that other kids were jealous of me growing up because my summer home was AWESOME (what up Lisa B...LaFumfe here). I'm thankful that I grew up with SO many college students to look up to and more sets of grandparents than I can even name anymore. I'm thankful that I can grow up and leave and come back without feeling like I've ever left at all.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this: the buildings and everything in them are a tremendous loss. My heart is so sad for the people who lost their summer homes and belongings. The loss hits them on even another level. But God is still writing the story of the Conference Grounds. This was a hard chapter to get through, and it's not over yet...but maybe it's just our inciting incident. Maybe this is the turning point, the part of the story that we all point back to as "when everything changed." Maybe this is happening so we can see God at work in even bigger ways in 2014. 

Maybe this is God reminding us that we don't need buildings, we don't need stuff...we just need Him.

The ministry of the Grounds will go on, buildings or not. This is home. We are family. If you're reading this and think I'm ridiculous and you just wasted your time and have no idea what I've been talking about, you've probably never worked at the Grounds. But those of us who know it best know that at the heart of it God's given us an incredible cast of characters in the story set at the Conference Grounds. 

Here's how I know. In the midst of a burning building and a collapsing building, this is going on too:

Breathtaking beauty. Summer or winter, I'm in awe of the setting of this story. In the midst of chaos, God is still showing his beauty in awe-inspiring ways. Despite this tragic chapter, I love being part of this beautiful story. And if this is the inciting incident, the story only gets better from here. This is the time where we get to see God at his best work. Knowing that if even if I was there right now, there is nothing I could do to fix things only reminds me that this truly is God's work. This is His camp. His story. How blessed we are to be a part of it!

"All of my life, in every season
You are still God, I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
And I will sing praise
I will sing praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain
I will rejoice, I will declare
God is my victory and he is here."
- Desert Song

"Then I said to them, 'You see the bad situation we are in, that Jerusalem is desolate and its gates burned by fire. Come, let us rebuild the wall of Jerusalem so that we will no longer be a reproach.' I told them how the hand of my God had been favorable to me and also about the king's words which he had spoken to me. Then they said, 'Let us arise and build.' So they put their hands to the good work."
-Nehemiah 2:17-18

Why I'm typing by candlelight.

So our 30 Days to 30 Hours kicked off today. If you’re not familiar with 30x30, it is essentially a prep tool for the 30 Hour Famine, an event where our youth group (along with thousands of other youth groups in the country) will spend a weekend fasting to raise money awareness for World Vision, an organization that helps end the cycle of poverty by providing food, education, medicine, and small business start-ups in developing countries. Leading up to our fast, each day we will be giving up a different item to raise our personal awareness of what others deal with on an everyday basis.

So now I am at approximately hour 23.5 of day 1, and the task? Fast from electricity. No biggie, right? I’m a camper. I’m own a flashlight and a headlamp and a couple candles. And of course I get to cheat while I’m at work. The first 10 hours were GREAT. Ok...I was sound asleep. But when that alarm clock went off (battery powered) my brain was wired to send my body straight to the Keurig. Shoot. Ok, instant hot chocolate in the microwave? Still electric. Hmm...boil water on the stove, then make hot chocolate. Dang, that’s electric too! What if I built a fire outside quick and warmed my water on that? True pioneer woman status. Ok, who am I kidding. That’s ridiculous. Starbucks it is. (I’m real impoverished, right?)

Thankful for my large windows and abundant Florida sunshine, I made it though my morning routine without needing to turn on any lights...winning! No shower meant no need to blow dry or straighten either. This isn’t half bad, and I’m ready in five minutes! 

Let’s be real. The day didn’t really get much most difficult from there. It was dark when I got home so I spend the evening by the campfire and when it was time to go inside, lit some candles. I really didn’t have to sacrifice much today. But what is so awesome is that God still had some teachable moments in there.

1. The things I NEED really aren’t NECESSITIES. The instant morning coffee, the straight hair, the obsessive desire for background music...I don’t need it! The 25% of the world without electricity doesn’t even know such luxuries exist. Yet I take all these things for granted. Each and every day I take for granted the ability to sleep with a fan on, make food hot in thirty seconds, or see the stairs I’m walking up. It’s the little things.
2. Going without leaves room for creativity. WOW. This one is HUGE! Normal evening routine? Locked inside my room, tv, Pinterest, puzzle, Facebook, link Facebook led me to, Netflix, laundry, more Facebook, and about 17,000 more links Facebook led me to. No reading. No writing. Nothing outdoors (which is most ridiculous of all, because I LOVE being outside and THIS WEATHER IS AMAZING!!!). But tonight? Instead of iTunes radio, I played the piano. Instead of Gossip Girl, I enjoyed the simplicity of reading a book fireside. Instead of Facebook chat, I invited some friends over and relished in conversations of futures to come and memories shared. It felt peaceful, unrushed...simple.

I want more of that in my life - the creativity, the simplicity, the awareness of luxury in what I take for granted. Life problems are mended and my soul is still when I stare at the flames of a fire. I have room to breathe when I sit in my candle-lit quiet bedroom. The stars outside shine brighter than the computer screen that always seems to be in front of me.

So with that being said...for the last 12 minutes of my day...it’s time for the computer going away. Also I only have 8% battery and certainly can’t charge it till the clock strikes 12! I want to relish in this still night. I’m thankful for this day. The quiet, the change from the norm...it’s cool how God gets us thinking. Poverty is inconvenient. I’ll gladly accept the inconvenience just for a taste. I’m excited for the next 29 days! Who’s with me?!

P.S. Tomorrow night, we sleep on the floor. Get excited!! 

More than Enough

A couple week ago, I blogged about the joy that followed our peace-focused worship stations. This week, we tied the concept of LOVE into peace.

One of the worship stations was to write your complaints in a journal, as a way of giving them up to God and leaving them in the room. My heart broke the next day as I read the journals and was reminded again of the things my students struggle with. I knew I had to address it in my next lesson, which is exactly what I did last night.

God is so cool. I took what the kids wrote and made it rhyme. I took my thoughts, mixed with a few words of Bob Goff's "Love Does"-inspired wisdom, and here's what came out.

Spoken Word: More than Enough - YouTube

Let the kid out.

It's been a rough couple days. The kind of week that makes me SO thankful I'm going on vacation this weekend. And tonight looked like it was going to follow suit. Low attendance, students not paying attention...you know, typical Wednesday night.

We did some creative prayer/worship stations tonight, all centered around the concept of peace. And my night began to shift as I stopped letting external things infect my thoughts, and started intentionally filling my mind with knowledge of that peace that passes understanding.

Then the night ended, or so I thought. But my lesson wasn't over. You know those lyrics "there may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning"? I found that joy follows peace. What happened next was beautiful like unicorns prancing through a field of wildflowers. At least in my mind, that what I looked like as I showed off my best dance moves in the impromptu dance party that broke out.

And ok, let's be honest, me dancing is probably uglier than crocs, but none-the-less, it provided everyone with a great dose of the best medicine - laughter. I recall Andy Mineo, line dancing, square dancing, break dancing, irish jigging, something involving a pole, interpretive ribbon dancing, the Judy, the Katie, the Michael, a couple wigs, a gray jumpsuit, a cape, a creepy mustache, and some neon crop tops. Sounds magical, I know.

But what struck me at the end of it was just what 45 minutes of silly dancing could do for my soul. For that period of time, I didn't care what anyone thought of me. I didn't care that my shirt was riding up and my pants were falling down. I didn't care that I didn't know the lyrics and definitely don't know how to dance. I felt like a kid...innocent, carefree, in it to make everyone laugh and have a good time.

And it was amazing! When was the last time you did something just completely uninhibited, for no reason other than sheer laughter and enjoyment? I think back to Julia's wedding this month, where Taylor and I held hands and skipped through the golf course under the stars. Why? No reason. Other than we did it at the last wedding we went to and will probably do it at the next. It's fun. Why not?

It's like when Beth and I had dinner at the Pate's house, and checked out the backyard. They have REAL grass, like thin, soft, northern grass, not the scratchy kind we're so accustomed to in Florida. We threw ourselves down in it and rolled around, just because. Because it was lovely and lush and felt like home.

At SEU a couple weeks ago I drank water from a sprinkler.
Last week I drew sidewalk chalk pictures all over my driveway.
Last night I had ice cream for dinner.
I played baseball in the backyard.
I drank a kiddie cocktail at the last wedding I went to.
I ran down the sand dunes at Carter Road.
I make up songs with Lou when we clean on Friday mornings.

This weekend I fully intend to jump on hotel beds with my little sister.

And I definitely plan on having more dance parties.

The kid in you needs to come out. In the grown-up world of bills and mortgages and jobs and car insurance, it's so easy to get tied up things that just weigh us down. It's important, but it's not all that's important!

So tonight, tomorrow...invest in some bubbles. Buy Andy Mineo's new album, scour the garage for sidewalk chalk, or borrow my wig collection. Build a fort out of blankets or round up some friends and play kickball. Let's let the kid out and experience some joy together :)