Wow, it's been quite awhile!
Ok, sorry for the long haitus from the postings, but it has been a crazy year! There's a lot to tell, but I'm going to try and compact things into just a couple of big things happening in my life this year in China:
I mentioned it awhile ago, but things couldn't be going any better with the girl situation :-) I've been very blessed to find someone who is my best friend and someone I care about in Kimberly. It's interesting to look back at other long-distance relationships, or attempts, that I've had in past years, and none of them have gone as well as this one has. I am attributing this to several different things. First, I think that the focus has been in the right place since day 1. We have focused on our interactions being honoring and glorifying to Dad in whatever we do. That was the focus before we started dating, and has been the continued one as we are dating, and I can see His blessings each day on us because of it. Second, I think I have had more realistic expectations going into, and being in, this relationship. It's honestly something I appreciate so much about Kimberly. As most of you know, I can tend to get excited and let myself jump ahead of things too fast. She does a great job of keeping me level-headed and in the present. Finally, the focus has had to be on getting to know each other. Too many times, people focus on the feelings when they are around that special person, and it clouds what you are getting to know about them. With Kimberly and I, we've been doing long-distance and have had to rely on conversations, and I think it's given us a solid foundation to go off of. All in all, it's made me the happiest I've been in a very long time :-)
I could go into school life and such, but there's one other area I would much rather talk about. I've found myself getting locked into the focus of what it means to be a man of G. All of my reflections on my studies each day somehow find themselves leading into how it makes me a better man for Him. My studies have led to the book of James, where I've found the toughest studies of my life. James tells it exactly how it is. He doesn't try to be nice; he knows how life should be lived and makes sure you know it when you're reading it. I feel like each day is a new slap in the face, but it's a good one. Does that make sense? The overall message I am seeing so far is a focus on being genuine. So many times, we try and make it seem, on the outside, that things are okay and we're doing the right thing, but that's not good enough. James says we need to strive for perfection in all areas of life, even if we will never be perfect. We must strive for the best always, for when we break one law, we've broken them all. It doesn't stop there, though, it goes into our relationships with others as well. I can't favor certain people over others; I'm called to show Dad's love to everyone regardless of their position or my feelings about them. It's been a tough couple of weeks, but I love the pursuit of being the man Dad wants me to be.
This is but a brief update of everything that has gone on for the last 3 months or so. I'm sorry there's not more to add, but I promise there will be more to come!
These are my stories...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, November 21, 2010
South Korea, a Tri-Culture Clash, and Singing in Chinese?
Well, life has been busy and so this is a month overdue! But, life has been full of excitement, so there's been much to tell. The biggest thing that has stuck out to me in the past week has been the international clashes that are occurring. So many times in America, we experience an awkwardness that comes along with interacting with different people from different cultures. This past week Dad has really shown me how getting to see and meet people from different cultures can be one of the most rewarding experiences in my everyday life. Here are a few of the highlights:
International Day: At ISW, we have one day a year called International Day. This is a day where each of the classes makes a presentation about a country that is represented at our school. The experience of seeing all of the other classes and countries were extremely interesting! My class drew South Korea, however, as the country to make a presentation on. 8 out of my 13 students are Korean, so I saw this as a little intimidating! I knew many of my class' parents would be looking closely at what we did. We ended up performing the national anthem of South Korea and played a folk song on the recorders. While I was worried that the parents wouldn't be very impressed, they loved it and I also learned a lot about Korea in the process!
Thursday Nights: This one needs a little background info. Every Thursday night, I play basketball with the Filipinos in our community in Wuxi. We have been playing since July and I absolutely love it! I've developed some incredible friendships and am really excited about the future relationships I will get to invest in with them. Well, this past Thursday night, we had a tri-culture clash. Some of the Chinese P.E. teachers in our area decided they wanted to play the Americans at basketball. Well, when they came to visit, they had two teams. The Filipinos still came to play, so we ended up having Americans vs. the Chinese on one court, and the Filipinos vs the Chinese on the other. It was interesting because, while we thought it would be easy to beat them, they came with a top notch team and beat us! They had trained and played together, and it showed in how they played us. The Filipinos played the second string team, and Jam (one of my Filipino buds) said they were beating them, but were also struggling to play them too. The night finished off well, but it was totally awesome to see three cultures relating to each other through the simple game of basketball.
Downtown Fellowship: Once a month, our school staff sends a group down to lead worship at the downtown fellowship. This month, I got the chance to go down and be on the team leading. First of all, it was extremely humbling. I felt honored to be able to lead Chinese nationals in worshipping Dad. It also was awesome getting to sing in Chinese! I was absolutely floored at the experience of a Chinese fellowship.
Through all of this, Dad is teaching me how much I can learn and how incredible it can be to interact with people from all different cultures. I hope this can be motivation to everyone who reads this to take advantage of the opportunities Dad gives you...
This is my story...
International Day: At ISW, we have one day a year called International Day. This is a day where each of the classes makes a presentation about a country that is represented at our school. The experience of seeing all of the other classes and countries were extremely interesting! My class drew South Korea, however, as the country to make a presentation on. 8 out of my 13 students are Korean, so I saw this as a little intimidating! I knew many of my class' parents would be looking closely at what we did. We ended up performing the national anthem of South Korea and played a folk song on the recorders. While I was worried that the parents wouldn't be very impressed, they loved it and I also learned a lot about Korea in the process!
Thursday Nights: This one needs a little background info. Every Thursday night, I play basketball with the Filipinos in our community in Wuxi. We have been playing since July and I absolutely love it! I've developed some incredible friendships and am really excited about the future relationships I will get to invest in with them. Well, this past Thursday night, we had a tri-culture clash. Some of the Chinese P.E. teachers in our area decided they wanted to play the Americans at basketball. Well, when they came to visit, they had two teams. The Filipinos still came to play, so we ended up having Americans vs. the Chinese on one court, and the Filipinos vs the Chinese on the other. It was interesting because, while we thought it would be easy to beat them, they came with a top notch team and beat us! They had trained and played together, and it showed in how they played us. The Filipinos played the second string team, and Jam (one of my Filipino buds) said they were beating them, but were also struggling to play them too. The night finished off well, but it was totally awesome to see three cultures relating to each other through the simple game of basketball.
Downtown Fellowship: Once a month, our school staff sends a group down to lead worship at the downtown fellowship. This month, I got the chance to go down and be on the team leading. First of all, it was extremely humbling. I felt honored to be able to lead Chinese nationals in worshipping Dad. It also was awesome getting to sing in Chinese! I was absolutely floored at the experience of a Chinese fellowship.
Through all of this, Dad is teaching me how much I can learn and how incredible it can be to interact with people from all different cultures. I hope this can be motivation to everyone who reads this to take advantage of the opportunities Dad gives you...
This is my story...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
It's Been Such a Long Time...
Back after a few weeks of rest and contemplation. There was so much to tell from these past weeks! I'm not one to deviate from the main theme of this blog though: In every story, the main character will see one or many things that will change the way they see the world. It will establish a new way for them to act based on what they have seen. For me, that was found in my trip to Beijing. There were many sights, both in the people I met and the places I visited, that have changed the way I see the world. Here's a recap:
-ISW Conference: I met some good people and had some of the greatest times since coming to China at this conference. This conference brought together everyone from the 6 ISC Schools in China. It was wonderful meeting new people, getting to learn about the different schools, and getting to take part in sessions where I learned how to be a more effective teacher. As an added bonus, I had the honor of sitting under my advisor, Dr. Baumann, in 6 sessions about critical thinking. I learned so much from him in Cedarville and learned still more in the 3 days of sessions. Finally, I had the chance to reconnect with some awesome people from my time at PFO:
-ISW Conference: I met some good people and had some of the greatest times since coming to China at this conference. This conference brought together everyone from the 6 ISC Schools in China. It was wonderful meeting new people, getting to learn about the different schools, and getting to take part in sessions where I learned how to be a more effective teacher. As an added bonus, I had the honor of sitting under my advisor, Dr. Baumann, in 6 sessions about critical thinking. I learned so much from him in Cedarville and learned still more in the 3 days of sessions. Finally, I had the chance to reconnect with some awesome people from my time at PFO:
-Olympic Park and Beijing: This was honestly one of the top 2 highlights of my time in Beijing. Most of you know I am a big sports guy, so to be at Olympic Park in Beijing was a highlight for sure. Getting to see the Bird's Nest and Water Bubble was incredible and, yes, it is every bit the architectural masterpiece that everyone says it is. Also, I was able to go to an Outback Steakhouse! Many of you won't appreciate an Outback Steakhouse as much as you should until you cannot have it for a few months. Anyway, here's my best shot of the Nest:
-The Great Wall: One of the Seven Wonders of the World and easily the best experience I had in China, my time at the Great Wall was one I will never forget as long as I live. There wasn't anything that happened specifically, but seeing the sight of that wall that seems to stretch on forever was so mind blowing. I kept thinking I would eventually see where it stops, but it was a never ending search. I literally caught my breath when I got my first look out across the land with the Wall stretching across. It was beautiful, and is a sight that, if you can, you absolutely should go see someday (yes, David and Sarah, I remembered to take the Cubbies to the Wall!):
-Tiennamen Square and the Forbidden Temple: A historic site in Beijing, my expectations were all over the place. I didn't know whether it would seem oppressive, or nostaligic with all of the history, or just intimidating. But it was none of those. It was absolutely beautiful. The architecture was phenomenal, and it was a sight to behold.
I apologize to my readers who consistently stay with my blog, I have had a crazy couple of weeks since getting back. This was by far one of the best trips of my life and I've only been here for 2 months. I look forward to my next adventure, and Dad's next story for my life!
Until the whole world hears...
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
What is the Objective?
In every great story, there is an objective for the main character to complete. A miss, if you will, that he must complete before the end of the story. If they don't pursue, and complete, this objective, the story cannot be complete. In my time here in China, I have begun to realize what my objective is. But before I get to it, here's a few stories that set it up:
Last Thursday, I was coming home from basketball and had to run to make the bus I needed to get home. When I got on and sat down, several nationals were chuckling at my run to get there and how out of breath I was at that point. They were trying to talk to me but I had no idea what they were saying. All I could say was "Tingbudong," which means I don't know. I felt bad, but eventually managed to see by their motions and pointing that they were asking if I taught at the school, to which I happily shook my head yes. A little bit later, I saw them making some comments and looking at my shoes. I laughed knowing what they were talking about. For those who don't know, I wear a size 17 men's shoe. I lifted my foot up to let them match theirs against mine, and there were definitely laughs all around! It was so simple, and yet I had made a connection with these four people that I didn't know or know how to talk to.
I have a favorite stand in the Market. They take small strips of chicken and fry them, and then season them, and are so good! Each time I go now, she smiles and waits for me to motion with my hand how much I want and then goes about making it. The astounding part, though, is now she is starting to teach me some basic chinese terms for things. As I point to things and say "Jigga....." which means "this," she teaches me a word. We never spend a significant amount of time doing this, but its developing a connection once again.
I say all of this because I am realizing what my objective is in life. I'm not sure how many people reading this know who Mark Hall is. He is the lead singer for Casting Crowns and, last year, he wrote a song called "Until the Whole World Hears." The song expresses his desire to take Dad's Word to everyone everywhere, and how it is an endless pursuit. About how we need to see the world through Dad's eyes. And how we will continue to sing until the entire world hears. Mark Hall came up with this song because of emails he received from a close friend. Each time this friend would email Hall, the friend signed it Until the Whole World Hears. In hearing this story, and listening to the song again, this is the cry of my heart. I want to do whatever I can to help the whole world hear His name and know the truth. So I will continue to make connections, develop relationships, and be the voice to help the whole world hear. I'll still be documenting stories and sharing experiences, but let's call this chapter the realization of my life's objective.
Until the whole world hears...
Last Thursday, I was coming home from basketball and had to run to make the bus I needed to get home. When I got on and sat down, several nationals were chuckling at my run to get there and how out of breath I was at that point. They were trying to talk to me but I had no idea what they were saying. All I could say was "Tingbudong," which means I don't know. I felt bad, but eventually managed to see by their motions and pointing that they were asking if I taught at the school, to which I happily shook my head yes. A little bit later, I saw them making some comments and looking at my shoes. I laughed knowing what they were talking about. For those who don't know, I wear a size 17 men's shoe. I lifted my foot up to let them match theirs against mine, and there were definitely laughs all around! It was so simple, and yet I had made a connection with these four people that I didn't know or know how to talk to.
I have a favorite stand in the Market. They take small strips of chicken and fry them, and then season them, and are so good! Each time I go now, she smiles and waits for me to motion with my hand how much I want and then goes about making it. The astounding part, though, is now she is starting to teach me some basic chinese terms for things. As I point to things and say "Jigga....." which means "this," she teaches me a word. We never spend a significant amount of time doing this, but its developing a connection once again.
I say all of this because I am realizing what my objective is in life. I'm not sure how many people reading this know who Mark Hall is. He is the lead singer for Casting Crowns and, last year, he wrote a song called "Until the Whole World Hears." The song expresses his desire to take Dad's Word to everyone everywhere, and how it is an endless pursuit. About how we need to see the world through Dad's eyes. And how we will continue to sing until the entire world hears. Mark Hall came up with this song because of emails he received from a close friend. Each time this friend would email Hall, the friend signed it Until the Whole World Hears. In hearing this story, and listening to the song again, this is the cry of my heart. I want to do whatever I can to help the whole world hear His name and know the truth. So I will continue to make connections, develop relationships, and be the voice to help the whole world hear. I'll still be documenting stories and sharing experiences, but let's call this chapter the realization of my life's objective.
Until the whole world hears...
Monday, September 20, 2010
Heroes and Villains
Every hero in every epic story has the villain he is fighting. There is no story without good and evil. But I wonder if sometimes we focus so much on the worst villain that we forget about his little obstacles he sends to trip us up along the way. We get so set on defeating him that we lose sight of where we currently are at.
The past couple of weeks, I have been bouncing back and forth, enjoying some of the times and having a rough time with others. I think a big part of that is due to where my focus was. The times that have been rough are the times where I am focusing on back home and the good times there and the people I care about. And so I focus on stopping it, assuming it is my enemy seeking to devour me with thoughts of home and family. But the turnaround doesn't come when I have set my focus on defeating him. The change in attitude and the good things coming around happens when I focus on what Dad has for me right here, right now. When I have stayed in the present, and allowed myself to focus on what I have going on in my life currently, I have enjoyed (almost haha) every experience I have had.
For example, I have gotten so frustrated with a student in my class. She speaks almost no English, can't understand the majority of what I say and, as a result, struggles to know what to do in class. Whenever I start thinking about what it is going to take to help her the entire year, I just get discouraged and wonder why Dad even put me in this situation in the first place. But when I focus on just getting her through each lesson, like I did today, she has great success and we worked together helping her understand all of the content she needed to work on. The successes came when I focused on the current, and not on the whole upcoming future.
Every hero has a villain. Where there's good, at least for the time being, there will always be evil. The villain waits for me everyday. I may not be a hero, but I have a Dad who is helping me focus on the here and now...
These are my stories...
The past couple of weeks, I have been bouncing back and forth, enjoying some of the times and having a rough time with others. I think a big part of that is due to where my focus was. The times that have been rough are the times where I am focusing on back home and the good times there and the people I care about. And so I focus on stopping it, assuming it is my enemy seeking to devour me with thoughts of home and family. But the turnaround doesn't come when I have set my focus on defeating him. The change in attitude and the good things coming around happens when I focus on what Dad has for me right here, right now. When I have stayed in the present, and allowed myself to focus on what I have going on in my life currently, I have enjoyed (almost haha) every experience I have had.
For example, I have gotten so frustrated with a student in my class. She speaks almost no English, can't understand the majority of what I say and, as a result, struggles to know what to do in class. Whenever I start thinking about what it is going to take to help her the entire year, I just get discouraged and wonder why Dad even put me in this situation in the first place. But when I focus on just getting her through each lesson, like I did today, she has great success and we worked together helping her understand all of the content she needed to work on. The successes came when I focused on the current, and not on the whole upcoming future.
Every hero has a villain. Where there's good, at least for the time being, there will always be evil. The villain waits for me everyday. I may not be a hero, but I have a Dad who is helping me focus on the here and now...
These are my stories...
Monday, September 13, 2010
All the...Small Things...
Hey everyone,
This one's a little late, sorry about that. I thought I would change up the tone and go with a little more positive chapter here in my latest post. I'm finding there are a bunch of little stories here and there that make for great reading! The post may not be as long, but these are all just little things that make me smile thinking back on them:
First, there was my experience last Wednesday in the market. As usual, I was being stared at by everyone as I waited for my food to cook because the nationals don't expect a white American to be ordering food there. On this night, though, there were two boys, probably in the 10-12 age range, waiting in line behind me and one stepped up and put his coins on the kart a little early. I decided to make a connection. I picked up his coin and, using my favorite magic trick, made it jump from one hand to the other. When I opened the hand where the coin was now at, his jaw simply dropped and he said "Wooooowwwwww!" I could have died of laughter right there on the spot! Every adult in the area, including the vendor I was buying food from, had a big smile on their face and started speaking Chinese with the boy, and then to me. I eventually figured out they were saying "again," so I did the trick slower, showing him how I did it. He saw the catch in the trick and said "Awwwwwww" as he shook his head and all of the adults started laughing. The rest of my time waiting on the food, and my departure, could not have been a warmer environment, and I had the biggest smile of them all.
This past Friday, with it being the day before Ohio State played Miami of Florida, I wore my jersey to school. It was the 4 jersey from the days when Santonio Holmes was WR for the Buckeyes. As I was watching the kids leave from school for the weekend, one of the 4th graders in my science class came out. His name is Sota. The thing about Sota is that he just tells is like it is with no thought for how it sounds. He walked out, pointed at my jersey, and said "Why are you wearing that?" I replied "Well, this is the jersey of one of my favorite players." He then replied "Well, 4 in Chinese is suh (sp?) and suh means death. Have a good weekend Mr. Harmon." And then he walked away. Does it get any more classic than that?
Only two short ones here, but they were small encouragements that really gave me some laughs. I hope they brought a smile to your face, as all the best books need a rebound chapter to stay interesting :-)
These are my stories...
This one's a little late, sorry about that. I thought I would change up the tone and go with a little more positive chapter here in my latest post. I'm finding there are a bunch of little stories here and there that make for great reading! The post may not be as long, but these are all just little things that make me smile thinking back on them:
First, there was my experience last Wednesday in the market. As usual, I was being stared at by everyone as I waited for my food to cook because the nationals don't expect a white American to be ordering food there. On this night, though, there were two boys, probably in the 10-12 age range, waiting in line behind me and one stepped up and put his coins on the kart a little early. I decided to make a connection. I picked up his coin and, using my favorite magic trick, made it jump from one hand to the other. When I opened the hand where the coin was now at, his jaw simply dropped and he said "Wooooowwwwww!" I could have died of laughter right there on the spot! Every adult in the area, including the vendor I was buying food from, had a big smile on their face and started speaking Chinese with the boy, and then to me. I eventually figured out they were saying "again," so I did the trick slower, showing him how I did it. He saw the catch in the trick and said "Awwwwwww" as he shook his head and all of the adults started laughing. The rest of my time waiting on the food, and my departure, could not have been a warmer environment, and I had the biggest smile of them all.
This past Friday, with it being the day before Ohio State played Miami of Florida, I wore my jersey to school. It was the 4 jersey from the days when Santonio Holmes was WR for the Buckeyes. As I was watching the kids leave from school for the weekend, one of the 4th graders in my science class came out. His name is Sota. The thing about Sota is that he just tells is like it is with no thought for how it sounds. He walked out, pointed at my jersey, and said "Why are you wearing that?" I replied "Well, this is the jersey of one of my favorite players." He then replied "Well, 4 in Chinese is suh (sp?) and suh means death. Have a good weekend Mr. Harmon." And then he walked away. Does it get any more classic than that?
Only two short ones here, but they were small encouragements that really gave me some laughs. I hope they brought a smile to your face, as all the best books need a rebound chapter to stay interesting :-)
These are my stories...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Transitions...
I have to confess I was at a loss for what to write about this weekend. It's the reason I haven't posted until now. But as I think about my time here, I'm over the one month mark. I had hoped that I would be making some smoother transitions, and yet some of them are still rough. Here's a few of the harder ones I have dealt with lately:
Family
I haven't been this far away from my family with no way to easily return ever. It didn't phase me at first, but things were a little rough this past week. It's so hard not to be able to see my brother starting varsity for the first time, and knowing this is what he has worked for all this time. It's even harder knowing I won't get to see him play varsity in his career. When my mind finally came to that realization, a small part of my heart just broke to pieces. There's also a part of me that is missing getting to see the incredible strides my sister is taking in getting herself back on the straight track again, and I couldn't be more proud of her, or of my beautiful niece. And then there's my youngest sister. I will have the possibility to see her final year of marching band and every single performance she decides to be in senior year if Father leads me back home after my two year contract. But not seeing her get her drama and singing experience in the next two years is making it a little tough too. And finally there's mom and dad. I couldn't care more for two people if I tried. They've been there for me through everything and, now that they're not there, it's just a rough transition. The transition of getting out from underneath them had to be made, and I am becoming better everyday for it, but it's rough not even having the ability to see them.
Friends
This transition was a little less rough after this past week. I finally got to talk with my two closest friends on the planet. It was all I could do not to smile with this big goofy grin the rest of the night and going to bed, but it was bitter sweet. I had the best night I've had in China so far, but it wasn't even anything China related. Not all of my friends would be available, obviously, but there were a few weddings where I know I would have seen so many special people in my life. I feel as though all of my friendships have been thrown to the wayside in my move here. Being a social person, it has just been tough to not have people around that I am comfortable sharing certain things with.
Fellowship
Those of you who know me know I absolutely enjoyed fellowship more than anything else in my week. Yes, a big part was fellowship, but another part was my ability to serve others. It's so hard to be going to a fellowship where everything is small and I don't have the ability to serve in the capacities that God really skilled me to serve in back home. So I guess part of it, as well, is the frustration of not knowing how to serve here in my new fellowship. But there's more than that: I'm just having a rough time not having the big community around me that I had before. I've gone from a community of around 550 or so, and knowing a majority of those people, to having maybe 20 other people. I can't tell you how much I underappreciated what I had when I had it.
Please don't take this as a posting just to complain, but understand that every story has a few sad chapters. This is the first week that I consistently struggled with missing things for 7 straight days. I want to have my mind completely here, and yet it's just been rough. If you know me, you know I usually can get myself completely into whatever I do, and that's what I will continue to do. But if you talk to Father, please just ask for His help with my transitions. It's been a rough week...
These are my stories...
Family
I haven't been this far away from my family with no way to easily return ever. It didn't phase me at first, but things were a little rough this past week. It's so hard not to be able to see my brother starting varsity for the first time, and knowing this is what he has worked for all this time. It's even harder knowing I won't get to see him play varsity in his career. When my mind finally came to that realization, a small part of my heart just broke to pieces. There's also a part of me that is missing getting to see the incredible strides my sister is taking in getting herself back on the straight track again, and I couldn't be more proud of her, or of my beautiful niece. And then there's my youngest sister. I will have the possibility to see her final year of marching band and every single performance she decides to be in senior year if Father leads me back home after my two year contract. But not seeing her get her drama and singing experience in the next two years is making it a little tough too. And finally there's mom and dad. I couldn't care more for two people if I tried. They've been there for me through everything and, now that they're not there, it's just a rough transition. The transition of getting out from underneath them had to be made, and I am becoming better everyday for it, but it's rough not even having the ability to see them.
Friends
This transition was a little less rough after this past week. I finally got to talk with my two closest friends on the planet. It was all I could do not to smile with this big goofy grin the rest of the night and going to bed, but it was bitter sweet. I had the best night I've had in China so far, but it wasn't even anything China related. Not all of my friends would be available, obviously, but there were a few weddings where I know I would have seen so many special people in my life. I feel as though all of my friendships have been thrown to the wayside in my move here. Being a social person, it has just been tough to not have people around that I am comfortable sharing certain things with.
Fellowship
Those of you who know me know I absolutely enjoyed fellowship more than anything else in my week. Yes, a big part was fellowship, but another part was my ability to serve others. It's so hard to be going to a fellowship where everything is small and I don't have the ability to serve in the capacities that God really skilled me to serve in back home. So I guess part of it, as well, is the frustration of not knowing how to serve here in my new fellowship. But there's more than that: I'm just having a rough time not having the big community around me that I had before. I've gone from a community of around 550 or so, and knowing a majority of those people, to having maybe 20 other people. I can't tell you how much I underappreciated what I had when I had it.
Please don't take this as a posting just to complain, but understand that every story has a few sad chapters. This is the first week that I consistently struggled with missing things for 7 straight days. I want to have my mind completely here, and yet it's just been rough. If you know me, you know I usually can get myself completely into whatever I do, and that's what I will continue to do. But if you talk to Father, please just ask for His help with my transitions. It's been a rough week...
These are my stories...
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