Who knew you could experience so much in just 8 short weeks? The time I spent at the farm is forever unforgettable. I was thinking today about all of it – about what I learned, about the experiences we had, about class, about the weekends, about the earthquake, about everything. I resolved that there are no truer words than these, “If you was not here, I would be crazy.” My sweet little sister wrote that on a picture she drew me that hung in my kitchen(ette). It is only because she heard her big sisters say that to one another time and time (and time) again that she decided she’d write that to me.
Get this – it’s so true though.
If you (and you know who you are) would not have been with me, I would have gone crazy.
Let’s just be honest, most people think I’m borderline out of my mind. So many people walking this road could say the same thing. And what’s normal anyway? Now, don’t hear what I’m not saying. I know that I probably wouldn’t have actually gone crazy. These people in this place though, time and again kept me walking when I wanted to stop. For every game, every comedic relief (haha!), every lesson learned, every heart shared, every note, every car ride, every night away for dinner (can I get some agreement here?!), every bit of retail therapy, every kind word, every listening ear…good grief, I am so thankful. Most of all, for every memory made. And there are lots…
Learning some sweet dance moves the first day there.
A couple laps around the farm with a much loved sister.
Tie-dyeing with my family for my sweet seester’s 11th birthday. And the dance party. And the diva tat.
Dinner with ere’body at the wise one’s house. Naming some names and puttin' a ring on it.
Catchphrase. Sistern. Wide-eyed. Ahhhh! Scratching an itch.
Photo booth during finances class.
Bonfires. Music. MUSIC.
The second bread.
A drive with some good rap music and a nice system.
Missing the garage sale, but a good brother bringing me some cheesecake to make up for 6 hours of class on a Saturday!
96 Diet Cokes.
King’s Dominion. The tallest rollercoaster I’ve ever ridden. United adrenaline junkies. And…the fireworks at the end of the night.
Rob the jewelry store, and tell ‘em make me a grill.
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
Please catch this!
Hurricanes and birthdays and family. Pin the tail on the LEMUR!
Football. I said it’s great….to be….a Georgia Bulldog. ; )
REI.
An earthquake. Well, I guess we’re done with class for today.
Dave & Buster’s. Lots of tickets…Meem’s birthday! And good times at Sweet Frog.
Starbucks. All 7 of them (if you count the ones in Target and B&N…). Yes, I went to every one.
Matt Papa, "good nights” from my awesome roomie, “our room,” and some 22D love.
Brats in the rain, and lots of dessert with our favorite SSLs.
Lunch at the Arby’s Ski Lodge.
The second bread.
Barnes & Noble.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
The Quad Father.
Our new SEAP Mom & Dad. So much love. Mom doing the worm. : )
SEAP time. Margaret. Being villagers. Laughing. Crying. Testimonies. Life for 8 weeks together. Anything else?
A rap about a boy named David.
A story about a calmed storm.
Potluck.
Coffee from a good friend, early in the morning…well, really all the time.
Some face painting. Some shots. Some bonding time in the medical clinic. Cool band-aids!
A trip to DC. Some good talks. Some embassies. Oh, and a Starbucks.
It’s all coming back to me now….wait, what?! Listen, you can’t record that!
Chick fil A. A gift to all mankind. ; ) Breakfast, lunch, & dinner.
A trip down Carey Street. Bottoms Up. Goat in the Garden.
Needtobreathe.
Laughing. And laughing. And laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing.
Every single day around that same white table, with some great people, some great inside jokes, and some really funny looks. “Manipulate”….say it with me…
So good, so so good to me.
What in the Sam James? Late nights doing nothing, but pretending like we’re doing something.
Frick & Frack.
Family. Commissioning. Sent out ones.
Double Deuces going out.
I love y’all, and I will forever cherish that time. As a bunch of you get on a plane tomorrow, have already gotten on a plane, or your plane is still yet to come, know that we carry each other all over this globe. We’re never alone. He is with us, and He gives us each other. Love you like brothers. Love you like sisters. And He loves us like sons & daughters. Let’s go!
And He appointed twelve, so that they would be with Him…
Get this – it’s so true though.
If you (and you know who you are) would not have been with me, I would have gone crazy.
Let’s just be honest, most people think I’m borderline out of my mind. So many people walking this road could say the same thing. And what’s normal anyway? Now, don’t hear what I’m not saying. I know that I probably wouldn’t have actually gone crazy. These people in this place though, time and again kept me walking when I wanted to stop. For every game, every comedic relief (haha!), every lesson learned, every heart shared, every note, every car ride, every night away for dinner (can I get some agreement here?!), every bit of retail therapy, every kind word, every listening ear…good grief, I am so thankful. Most of all, for every memory made. And there are lots…
Learning some sweet dance moves the first day there.
A couple laps around the farm with a much loved sister.
Tie-dyeing with my family for my sweet seester’s 11th birthday. And the dance party. And the diva tat.
Dinner with ere’body at the wise one’s house. Naming some names and puttin' a ring on it.
Catchphrase. Sistern. Wide-eyed. Ahhhh! Scratching an itch.
Photo booth during finances class.
Bonfires. Music. MUSIC.
The second bread.
A drive with some good rap music and a nice system.
Missing the garage sale, but a good brother bringing me some cheesecake to make up for 6 hours of class on a Saturday!
96 Diet Cokes.
King’s Dominion. The tallest rollercoaster I’ve ever ridden. United adrenaline junkies. And…the fireworks at the end of the night.
Rob the jewelry store, and tell ‘em make me a grill.
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
Please catch this!
Hurricanes and birthdays and family. Pin the tail on the LEMUR!
Football. I said it’s great….to be….a Georgia Bulldog. ; )
REI.
An earthquake. Well, I guess we’re done with class for today.
Dave & Buster’s. Lots of tickets…Meem’s birthday! And good times at Sweet Frog.
Starbucks. All 7 of them (if you count the ones in Target and B&N…). Yes, I went to every one.
Matt Papa, "good nights” from my awesome roomie, “our room,” and some 22D love.
Brats in the rain, and lots of dessert with our favorite SSLs.
Lunch at the Arby’s Ski Lodge.
The second bread.
Barnes & Noble.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
The Quad Father.
Our new SEAP Mom & Dad. So much love. Mom doing the worm. : )
SEAP time. Margaret. Being villagers. Laughing. Crying. Testimonies. Life for 8 weeks together. Anything else?
A rap about a boy named David.
A story about a calmed storm.
Potluck.
Coffee from a good friend, early in the morning…well, really all the time.
Some face painting. Some shots. Some bonding time in the medical clinic. Cool band-aids!
A trip to DC. Some good talks. Some embassies. Oh, and a Starbucks.
It’s all coming back to me now….wait, what?! Listen, you can’t record that!
Chick fil A. A gift to all mankind. ; ) Breakfast, lunch, & dinner.
A trip down Carey Street. Bottoms Up. Goat in the Garden.
Needtobreathe.
Laughing. And laughing. And laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing.
Every single day around that same white table, with some great people, some great inside jokes, and some really funny looks. “Manipulate”….say it with me…
So good, so so good to me.
What in the Sam James? Late nights doing nothing, but pretending like we’re doing something.
Frick & Frack.
Family. Commissioning. Sent out ones.
Double Deuces going out.
I love y’all, and I will forever cherish that time. As a bunch of you get on a plane tomorrow, have already gotten on a plane, or your plane is still yet to come, know that we carry each other all over this globe. We’re never alone. He is with us, and He gives us each other. Love you like brothers. Love you like sisters. And He loves us like sons & daughters. Let’s go!
And He appointed twelve, so that they would be with Him…
I love that place, the farm. Most fun, encouraging and educating two months of my life. I don't remember sleeping. "Don't...miss...this!" I heart you, Morgs!
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