Epic fail.
However, that doesn't mean the summer was a failure. It just means I didn't write. It was, actually, a great, great summer.
God met me. He showed me stuff about myself. About the world. About how the world and I go together.
I read. TONS. There were many blogs and articles (I am a recovering magazine addict) and books. Just a few of the books were:
- Interrupted and Seven by Jen Hatmaker
- Kisses from Katie by Katie Davis of Amazima Ministry
- Half the Sky by Nicholas D. Kristoff and Sheryl WuDunn
My perspective is forever altered. I saw missionaries speak at various churches. I prayed about where God may or may not be stirring my heart. I am excited to move into the future.
In addition, I felt like God graciously granted my hubby and I joy in several areas that were draining the life out of us at the beginning of the year.
We hosted a family reunion for his family, so everyone could visit his parents at the Alzheimer's facility they now live in.
We threw a birthday party for my nephew.
We went to Disneyland.
We hosted a MURDER MYSTERY LUAU.
There were bbq's and water parks and pool days and naps and I just LOVE, love, love summer.
I miss it already.
