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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Happy Camper version 2

I'm going to stick with the Young Life theme today and tell you about the second best camp experience I ever had. 2006. I had never actually left Charleston for more than a week. Some how, some way I applied for YL summer staff.  And some how I got it.  In British Columbia.  Hot damn.  I will admit that I had a panic attack/mild heart attack at the air port gate, begged my dad not to make me go and maybe cried... Short of the story is that I made it to camp. And never wanted to leave. I made the greatest friends from all over the country.  I also forgot long pants...  I can't explain it, but YL life camp is life changing. Malibu Club in British Columbia is magical. Good things are pretty much guaranteed to happen.  And happen they did:) I also happened to score the best job ever possible. I was in charge of the dock and stuff. Stuff as in boats:)  Basically I spent my entire day on boats, on the dock and talking to people.  With a slight chance of a nap in side my dock house.. We also got to chill with Bob Goff at his house.  And got to play street hockey every week.  I was sold..

(My office)

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Happy Camper

I had a real aha moment the other day.  This is a sentimental post so beware. In 2002, my life pretty much changed forever. I wasn't as extremely cool and smooth back then as I am now... It was Junior year and my only friends were boys.  It is safe to say I was a tom boy and extremely shy.  My friend invited me to this thing called campaigners.  I had no idea what it was, but went anyway.  It was a bible study within Young Life and it was full of really fun people. Well, I never missed a single thing after that.  I was hooked. I scored the best leader ever, the best friends ever and I went to camp that summer and it was the best week of my life. Really. Its hard to explain what happens at camp, but its AWESOME. You are at the most beautiful place ever, with your friends and are forced to have fun 24/7. And it just so happens, that your world is rocked (in a good way). Everything is planned for you. So flash forward 12 years. Some boys I love hopped on a bus and headed to Saranac. One of my favorite people, that actually road the bus with me to Colorado in 2002, was on that same bus to Saranac.  It was the weirdest thing. I've never wanted to be back on a bus so bad. I realized just how awesome camp was for me as a kid and a leader. I wanted another round:) Actually, I just wanted to see their faces when they got there. I think it was the first time that I wanted someone else to have as great as of an experience as I did. I thought about it so much. Prayed about it so much. I wanted them to know how loved they were, to know that people were investing in them and I wanted them to see that they have the power to do all of that for other friends.  It was life changing for me and I wanted it to be as good or even better for them.  And I think it was:) I felt genuine thankfulness for what I experienced and for what they got to experience. And I hope this is just the beginning.  I happened upon some camp pics from a long long time ago..
I am forever thankful that I got invited to campaigners on a random Thursday night at the Martin's house.  And I am forever thankful and lucky to have gotten to be a part of something that I truly believe is life changing.

Sunday, May 25, 2014


One of my dearest friends had her first baby earlier this month. I drove up to Greenville yesterday to get to meet our newest friend. Its so surreal to hold the baby of one of your oldest friends. I could tell right away, Logan had somehow just turned into a mom. Crazy. Meet Elizabeth Jolene Chandler or Libby. She is beautiful:)

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Dang Henri

I have a literary crush on Henri Nouwen. No joke. Every single thing he writes, literally goes straight to my heart. Boom. Every time. 

I read this today:

"Self rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the "beloved." Being the beloved expresses the core truth of our existence."

Just some light reading for you.. I think I may have posted this excerpt before, but it gets me every time.  I think in some way or another, we each have to deal with some type of rejection.  I've been thinking about this a lot lately.  Its easy to see plain old rejection from other people or what not (still sucks the same), but I think self rejection is a real Biotch.  Probably because its all inward and you don't have to actually tell anyone about it. I used to prefer these type situations.  Not to be weird, but if no one could notice something, then you could pretty much act like it doesn't happen. Yeah... Until you have an epic meltdown. In your car. Alone. And have to call your best friend and start talking at rapid speeds until they notice that something could be wrong.  And then you finally succumb to the hot mess express..  It's very healthy.... Great logic...

In our Bible study, we've been learning how important it is to recognize things that we've kept in the dark and out of God's time and then figuring out how to bring them into the light and back into God's time. Redemptive time.  I'll be honest, its hard to practice what you preach, but we have to start somewhere.  As terrible as it could possibly be, it has to be better than nasty junk festering in the dark.. Right?  Just a thought for you on this rainy Thursday.

Peace Out.

FYI- this is just rando info and etc.  Im not plummeting down a one way tunnel of self rejection.  Just to clear the air.. Ha. 

If you want to read this book its called Life of the Beloved by Henri Nouwen.  I suggest buying it ASAP.

Monday, May 5, 2014

People of the Bridge: please don't touch me

So I have been jogging and walking lately.  Less jogging, more walking, but jogging nonetheless.  Any ways. I decided to move this train to the bridge the other day.  I was coming up the worst part. (Keep in mind, I am extremely freakish about exercising. In public. I've just gotten used to the gym, so this was a vulnerable step).  So I'm coming up the steepest part. Dropping word bombs under my breathe because it would collapse my lungs if I actually said them out loud.  So I'm running/very slowly jogging up the hill. It's all I can do to not throw myself off the bridge. I hit my goal and slow to a walk.  Right then, Queen Latifah (or her doppleganger) is right in front of me, in her spandex and zebra top.  She gets right in front of me and starts giving me an Olympic pep talk.  "You got this girl. You got this. Don't you give up. Pace yo self" And then she gives me a high five (and I swear she wanted to good game my butt.) Let me just say- I am not a fan of that. At all. One, we are strangers. Two, I knew I had it. Even though I looked like death and destruction, I was all good.  I mean, she did not look like she was Marion Jones or anything.  Let's talk about the high five. To most that is nothing.  But, clearly she thought I was dying and on the verge of quitting (which was not the case).  The high five brought about some exercise humility... So I just got flustered. And self conscious.  I made it to the second tower and turned around. And there she was. I began to panic inside. Shit. Now she wants to chat. No mam. I cant be doing this.  So I just started jogging. Right past her. She did make me high five her again. As soon as I got around the tower where she couldn't see I down shifted to a nice walk....

On the way down it was super windy.  Eliza drove by and beeped.  I lifted my arms to wave back.  Well, up went my shirt. Got tangled in my hat. And I managed to flash the Ravenel Bridge and its lucky inhabitants.  There just so happened to be three men and a baby (For real( coming right up in front of me. Awesome.  Winning.

Monday, April 28, 2014