**We rode all the way into the ocean, with me leading in the Mother Falcon, and it was every bit as glorious as we ever imagined it would be.
**The best memories are the ones you sometimes don’t realize you’re making until the it is long over. (a shared laugh or cry or story or event)
**I actually miss sitting in a van with the same folks for 12 hours a day. It becomes refreshing to have a routine, to love people well, to ask important questions, and also the ones that start with, “Would you rather…”**A single smile can go a long way. Some of the smiles in photographs I’ve been looking through have certainly gone further than the photographed imagined they would.
**Facial hair isn’t so bad after all…
**I want a bike.
**I miss
**All I have talked about for the past 48 hours is the team, our adventures, and how great it all was. Yet when asked best/worst moments, I have a hard time… because I can’t find one single “best” moment (there are so many!!!) and I can’t think of a time that was bad. This is a good reminder of how blessed we have been!!!
**I was actually sad to not be making deli sandwiches for 18 people today. If anyone wants one for lunch, let me know…
**It was strange to walk into a restaurant with my parents tonight and ask for a table of 3. I’d much rather wait and get a table of 18.
**The party is always better with “The Booze” J
**I dread going to sleep at night because I know it means I have to wake up without the team beside me in the morning.
**I am thankful for the way family continues to be defined and re-defined in my life. (And for the many reminders of those who have graciously included me in their “family,” no matter how near or far they are.)
**I love people. When I graduate, I want my work to revolve around how I can better love people. My prayers is that God will show me the doorway to how I can best do that.
1 comment:
wow Jen...there really was so much going on in your head that many of us never knew ( I did, of course ). I am excited to see you post some of your thoughts here and it reminds me of why my sandwiches ALWAYS tasted so dang good...they were made with love.
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