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When I saw the word taste was the prompt for the Velvet Ashes Grove this week, I was so excited. I mean who doesn't want to write about food during Thanksgiving week?
"Taste" makes me think of all of the food that brings my family together. We love our food. My Dad's side of the family is Cajun. Yep, think gumbo, jambalaya, and étouffée. Deliciousness. Every year on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving we cook a Cajun style meal to say thank you to the church we serve at. That starts Thanksgiving for me.
Then we gather with family, generally my Mom's family because we live relatively close together. We have turkey, ham, homemade mac and cheese, squash casserole, rolls, desserts, and, my personal favorite, sweet potato casserole.
This Thanksgiving as I tasted all that food, I reflected on the fact that I wouldn't have all that food next year. I won't spend next Thanksgiving with my family. So I treasured today.
I treasured cooking with my Mom. I treasured getting…

Giving Thanks During Thanksgiving

In just a few days it will be Thanksgiving. To be quite honest, this time of the year comes with mixed feelings. I love the food, family, and fellowship that come with the season. However, I am not such a big fan of the memories of Thanksgiving a few years ago when I slept in a hospital because my grandmother was dying. I think you can see why the season is bittersweet.

In spite of those feelings, I do enjoy Thanksgiving. It reminds me to do something that often I don't take the time to do. Be thankful.

Today as I get ready to go home and celebrate Thanksgiving with my church over a Cajun style meal that my family has prepared, I would like to share with you a few of the things I'm thankful for.

Jesus: how would any list be complete without Him? I wouldn't even have a list if I didn't have Jesus.

Family: as the reality that I might not see my family in person for a year sets in, this one becomes all the more precious.

Friends: God has blessed me with so many precious peop…

A Burnt Grilled-Cheese Sandwich Kind of Day

Yep, you read that title right. A few weeks ago, I had a burnt-grilled-cheese-sandwich-kind-of-day.

The day started slowly. That's not true. I started out slowly. I was trying so hard to get my act together, but before I knew it I needed to leave. I needed to track down professors so that I could get signatures for forms that I needed to turn in for the study abroad program. Needless to say, I didn't find them.

After three hours of classes - in which, for some reason beyond my understanding, I struggled to stay alert - I proceeded to again track down professors and turn in the forms. During all of this, I discovered that the plan I had for that night's Core Group wasn't going to work out.

A little before 2:00, I arrived back at my apartment and decided a nice grilled mozzarella cheese sandwich would be just what I needed for lunch. So I made my sandwich, put it in the pan, and let it cook away. While it was cooking, I sat at my computer and tried to get some stuff done…

Far Away Yet Together

Recently, through Twitter I discovered a community of women, Velvet Ashes, who are living or have lived overseas doing ministry. Now as a young woman who will soon be going overseas and who wants to serve and minister to the people who will be around me, I found this encouraging. I am so excited to learn from these ladies who have "been there, done that."

Each Friday, the women of Velvet Ashes will be blogging as an interactive group - The Grove. The blogs will be based on a word prompt. I can't promise I'll join in every week, but this week the prompt really made me think. So here it goes.

Today's word is:

When I saw together, my thoughts went straight to the opposite of together: far apart. In less than two months, I'll be far apart from everything I know: my family, my friends, my traditions, my church, my school. That list could go on. Even though I am so excited to being going to Europe, I know there will be hard days.
Well last night God gave me a small…

Grand Plans, Balloons, and A New Outlook (Part 2)

So when you read my last post, we talked about grand plans and balloons. Now it's time to talk about a new outlook.

Here is where we left off. I'm going to an area of a country that has no missionaries; proportionately, one of the highest populations in the world of people who consider themselves "convinced atheists"; is known as a "missionary graveyard"; and at best I am unsure about whether there is an evangelical church in the area.

Grand plans: POP.

So where does that leave me? Still sure that God wants me in France? Yep. I wouldn't have gotten this far if He didn't want me there. Trust me. Several parts of this journey have stretched me past what I thought I was capable of. Only God could have brought me this far.

The outlook sure looks dim though, doesn't it? If it were about me and what I could do, I'd say the outlook was impossible. But that's the thing: I'm learning to have a new outlook. It's not about me or my grand pl…

Grand Plans, Balloons, and A New Outlook (Part 1)

I've grown up in the Bible belt of the American South. The place where there is a church on every street corner; even in the countryside where I live there are probably twenty plus churches within a five mile radius. Church is all around me. With the church comes Christians, the body of Christ, the ones who tell others about Jesus.

Now, I'm not naive enough to think that it's that way everywhere. I mean the Church is the one telling us that there are people next door, across the country, and around the world who don't know Jesus. And it's true. We hear all the time about the lost. We're encouraged to go. We send out missionaries all over the world. For me specifically, I hear about them going through my denomination's sending agency: the International Mission Board (IMB). So I guess that's why my next statement - a thought that's been floating around in my head today - surprised me.

"It never occurred to me that there might not be missionaries …

A Love Story

For those of you who know me well, you know that I'm a very logical person. However, I have to admit that-while you might not see it-I have a romantic side. I love a good love story.

A few weeks ago I got the opportunity to capture a good love story with a camera. I love to take pictures. If I get the chance to put one of my poor friends in front of my lens, I'm going to keep them there as long as possible.

When this particular couple asked me to take their engagement pictures, I immediately said yes! I was so excited to be a part of this special time.

The young lady in these pictures in my former roommate. One of the things I love about her is her passion for the Gospel and missions. As someone who just recently graduated from nursing school, she and her fiance know that they want to use their medical skills for the glory of the Lord and the advancement of His Kingdom.

You know ultimately when I see a love story like Kayla and Jason's, I think about another love story. A …