Chapter 11:11

n. a place from which ones strength of character is drawn. querencia Honestly, this post has been put off for days and days because I just simply cannot seem to put into words what's happening. I've started and stopped countless times. Begging my brain to put words to everything in my heart. Because my heart is overflowing. I told someone before I left for AU that I had a gut feeling God was going to use it to teach me something. There really is no way of being prepared to be taught something. My head almost doesn't know how to keep up with it. I've been given permission to rest. That's about the simplest way to say it. It sounds redundant. For the past year, I've been fighting. Fighting to keep my head above water, fighting to stay away from the status quo, fighting for peace, for restoration, fighting for my life. Through it all, Jesus was my strength and shield. Through it all, I was never once alone. Through every single hellish night, there was a po...

Since obviously one week in a country gives you authority to educate others who know nothing, about the country you know very little about. Cheers. (This is the part where you pull out your note book and begin to take notes.) I have slightly more authority than the ones that have been here only one week, given the fact that it has now been 12 days since my Asian flight line successfully touched down on Brisbane tarmac. Pro tip number one, fly a good asian airline for long haul flights... Asians are so clean even the lav's stay somewhat tidy. Another pro tip would be to select your seats beforehand. Other wise, you may end up being the unfortunate soul stuck in the middle seat, with one snoring Asian on one side, and on the other, one who found a way to slurp everything he put into his mouth. I'm pretty sure I elbowed one or the other a few times in my sleep. But I promise it was unintentional. One more flight tip is to moisturize. Yes, I am one of those girls who uses moi...