Showing posts from November, 2015

City or Country?

If you know me, then you know I'm a country girl. Well, to an extent. I'm not a country girl like some of the girls I know back home; I don't hunt, or fish, or drive a truck. But I do love living in the country. The peace and quiet. Looking outside and seeing green grass in the spring, watching it fade under summer heat, seeing the trees turn during autumn, and enjoying the evergreens against winters grey backdrop. I find serenity in the country.

And yet, here I find myself in the heart of the city that sits at the center of the 4th biggest metropolitan area in the United Kingdom. This is big time for a little country girl. Tonight as I sit here writing, my window is cracked just a bit to let in the crisp autumn air, and I can hear all the sounds of the city. The sirens, the traffic, the people. Every once in a while church bells will toll and a plane will fly overhead.

I was sitting here wondering at that the other tonight.  The self-professed country girl ends up in the …


After a nearly month long absence, I'm back. I'm not here to wow you with pictures, stories of trips, or anything along those lines. Because none of those things have happened. If you'll allow me a moment of honesty, the past few weeks have been about keeping my head above the wave of classes, reading lists, assignments, and life. And wondering what I'd gotten myself into. There was more than one day when I read my 'stone of remembrance' draft blog post.

But that's not what I'm here to write about either.

I want to share with you about adoption.

Today is Adoption Sunday in the UK. We talked about it in church this morning. Physical adoption. And spiritual adoption.

Allow me to share with you (some of) the verses that were shared with us this morning:
"For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry 'Abba, Father.' The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit th…