My Favorite Things (Summer Edition)

Gollee, writing on a consistent basis is no small task! It is not for the faint of heart. Like, it’s up there with driving Miss Daisy or chucking the One Ring into the fires of Mount Doom.

I’m two days away from being on a plane that will take me to Kenya. It blows my mind that summer is almost over. I pretty much cry every time I dream about what I’ll be doing for the next two weeks. Playing with Kenyan kids, praying over anyone who will let me, encouraging anyone who needs it, dealing out love to anyone who wants it. It’s a dream come true!

I bought an external hard drive and a big memory card so that I can take a million bagillion zillion pictures. Coming soon!

Now for a collage of some of my favorite things this summer:

1. Bethel’s latest live worship album is absolutely fantastic. It’s in my car, my iPod and my iPhone. So basically it doesn’t stop tickling my ears. The music is solid and the lyrics are winner. My favorite tracks are “Furious” and “One Thirst”. Go take a gander!

2. Lots and lots and lots of baking. The FDA would not approve the amount of raw egg that I’ve consumed from eating the dough-slash-batter.

3. Stacey and Clinton do it best. This is one of my favorite shows on television. I love it because they aren’t just about changing people’s style. They take women who believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are unworthy of beauty and show them that they are beautiful inside AND out. They take women who hide behind their clothes and free them to shine through their clothes. It is always moving to watch.

4. Hosea 6:1,3

“Come, let us return to the Lord
for he has torn us SO THAT he may heal us;
he has struck us down and he will bind us up.
Let us know, let us press on to know the Lord;
his going out is sure as the dawn
he will come to us as the showers
as the spring rains that water the earth.”

Grace and peace,
Hope

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A Toast

The toaster in our kitchen makes the whole house reek of melting plastic. It’s absolutely awful. I don’t know what’s down there and I don’t care enough to find out. (That’s what she said.) Thus, I was forced to devise a backup plan. Buttered toast is one of my favorite foods. I’m a simple girl. So I broil my bread in the oven for a few minutes on each side. Browned to perfection every time.

One day, my dear friend Jessica was coming to pick me up to hang out for the afternoon. I was late getting home from school so I was in a rush for lunch. I figured I’d just make something to bring with me in the car. A salad would do just fine. Some spinach, some carrots, a boiled egg, topped with balsamic vinaigrette. Nice one, Hope! The only thing missing was my famous buttered toast. I had some time before Jess was supposed to pull up.

I tossed the bread in the oven and threw the salad together as I eagerly awaited for that familiar crispy golden brown to invade my bread. I was gathering my things in my room in the back of the house when I heard Jess honking in the driveway. Gotta go! I grabbed my stuff and headed out, beautiful salad in hand.

It was only two hours later that I realized I had left the toast broiling in the oven. I called my roommate in a panic, praying that I was NOT that girl who burned the house down. She said she took it out when she smelled something burning. What a relief. It’s too early in the lease to be that girl. Turns out, I made something very special that day.

Baby toast!

It’s still resting on a napkin atop the microwave. I think I’ll keep it forever. Somehow, this poor raisin of an oat has found a home in my heart.

My roommates think it smelled like something died. I don’t know what they are talking about. Smells like toasted marshmallows to me!