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Photo Journaling Urban Passage

I’m running out the door to Spanish class, but in the meantime, here are some photos (thanks to Anna and Elaine!) from Urban Passage.

It was an incredibly challenging, hard, grateful, and fun time with a group of 43 strangers, serving in Chicago and later traveling to the north woods of Wisconsin. More on that later. Enjoy the photos!

The whole Urban Passage team.
The whole Urban Passage team.
My small group!
My small group!
Getting ready to leave for Chicago
Getting ready to leave for Chicago (in the lounge of the Smith/Traber dorms)
Playing board games in the apartment
Playing board games in the apartment
Waiting to give away our lunches to the homeless
Waiting to give away our lunches to the homeless
The bean!
The bean!
Team three in wacky colors and face paint
Team three in wacky colors and face paint
For "lacoga" (aka beach yoga)
For “lacoga” (aka beach yoga)
Our almost winning sandcastle
Our almost winning sandcastle
Morning devotional and liturgy
Morning devotional and liturgy
Volunteering at a homeless ministry thrift store
Volunteering at a homeless ministry thrift store
With morning Starbucks :)
With morning Starbucks 🙂
Tagging items.
Tagging items.
Bubble tea in Chinatown!
Bubble tea in Chinatown!
1994 babes.
1994 babes.
Chinatown!
Chinatown!
All of Urban dinners outside
All of Urban dinners outside
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Chias!
Crazy driving in the bus
Crazy driving in the bus
Matching Wheaton wear and braids
Matching Wheaton wear and braids
Nighttime ice cream meetings
Nighttime ice cream meetings
The bus ride to HoneyRock in Wisconsin
The bus ride to HoneyRock in Wisconsin
Canoeing at HoneyRock
Canoeing at HoneyRock
All smiles after getting left behind
All smiles after getting left behind
Horseback riding
Horseback riding
My hungry horse, Buddy
My hungry horse, Buddy
Group talks with Prof. Hawkins (and Sour Patch!)
Group talks with Prof. Hawkins (and Sour Patch!)
Meetings in the Pod
Meetings in the Pod
All smiles!
All smiles!
Hanging in lower Chrouser
Hanging in lower Chrouser
crazy girls.
crazy girls.

For those who have been praying for this time of transition for me, you don’t know what your prayers have meant. The Lord has been so faithful and encouraging, even with the emotional shock of living in a new situation with all new people. Even in waiting for deep relationships to take root, the promises and love of Christ has kept me strong. And knowing how many people care, support, and are praying for me has been such a blessing, especially in the lonelier times – especially on Passage, when I had no outside communication.

Have a beautiful Thursday, friends. I’m almost late for Spanish.

Packing, Leaving, Writing…and a Little Crying

My flight leaves in 4 hours.

I don’t even think I’ve processed that statement yet.

I’m writing this, or attempting to write this since the words won’t seem to come, with a three-fold purpose:

1. For everyone who doesn’t check Facebook: I won’t have a phone or internet for the next 10 days or so. Not just that I won’t be checking them, I literally will not have them. So if you want to get in touch with me, try my parents or just wait until the 23rd. I’ll share everything when I get back. Maybe not everything but you know. Speaking of sharing. . .

2. For everyone who wants to know all about life at Wheaton and how I’m doing: I plan on keeping up this blog instead of sending mass emails or calling every person who asks. Key word being, of course, planning. I hope that I can share encouraging but my real life to everyone who is earnestly loving and praying for me. The email subscription thing on the sidebar is a great way to do that, since I won’t post every entry to Facebook. It is my desire to improve my connectedness and loyalty in college with frequent calls, texts, emails, and blog updates, but we’ll see. . .

3. For everyone who has loved me so well: please know how grateful and humbled I am. I can’t wait for the Lord to show each of you in Heaven the specific things you’ve said and done that impacted me. No one knows all the things I hold onto – the times people pray for me, what they say about me, the wise counsel they give me. These past 18 years, more specifically the past 3 1/2 have challenged me and grown me in ways I never could have expected. And beyond learning, I never expected to have as much fun as I have. My life has been a testimony of the love and grace of God, but it has also been a picture of His joy. And if you’ve ever been intentional with me, loved me, prayed for me, encouraged me, you have been invaluable as a conduit for the Lord’s blessing. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

If you want to know how I’m feeling right now, I feel like a smoothie. It’s like someone took every emotion a person can have and has thrown them all into a blender and sometime between last night and this morning turned the intense mixing on. I am more excited than I’ve ever been about college. I am so confident in the work of the Lord in me and at Wheaton. I know that I know it is where I am supposed to be and Jesus will be faithful in that. I am a little sad about leaving home, a little nervous about meeting new people, a little contemplative about everything people have said to me this past week, very grateful, overwhelmingly blessed, a little anxious about seeing what this new season holds. . .I’m feeling everything.

And you know what? It’s good.

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The Windy City

As much as I love open fields and country nights, I have a special place in my heart for cities. And when people told me that Chicago is incredible and beautiful, they weren’t just being sympathetic to the fact that I had already decided to move there without visiting. The lights, the buildings, the noises, the movement. The multitudes of people, each with their own story.

The woman who checked us out at the art store who is in Chicago because she’s dating a Chicago firefighter. She’s really proud of him and happy to be living here.

The older lady who at some point in the morning looked in a mirror and decided that the tight purple pants, teal tye-dye shirt, flowered hat, and crocs composed the look she was going for.

The old man with the tan, flat-brimmed hat who kissed his wrinkled wife’s forehead as they walked together along the lakefront.

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I can’t wait to go back in a few weeks. To my new, wonderful city. I can’t wait to hear your stories, Chicago.