the strangest love, and keeping on.

"Do you want to say hi to Kynya? she just got home!"
"Yeah, but that girl's not Kynya, cuz Kynya has purple hairs and that girl has brown ones."

"Where is that girl that sleeps in my room?"
"It's actually her room, she just got home. Why do you want her?"
"I like her, but why is she here?"

"We bought you your favourite chocolate, but we ate it."

"Did you ride a wallaby on your vacation?"

"How cute is that Aussie boyfriend?"

These are parts of actual conversations this week. The first few days all I did was sleep. Life was kick- started by the hour long presentation I did for the adult class at my church. It went pretty well, but we are kinda quiet, so the question time was partly filled with youtube videos of the base.  It's good to be home, but it's honestly been a bit hard to adjust to being a child again, as in, asking if I can do something, go somewhere etc. My family has been really nice, letting me sleep and not pulling evil pranks on me.

My mom has agreed to take four young kids in for the next couple months and homeschool them while their mom gets medical care. I had not met them until today. They are really sweet, and the youngest thinks I'm "cool" (a four year old's compliment is the best) but that means she follows me everywhere, including the bathroom... I love them, but I'm still pretty tired, so I don't understand how much she loves me when the most I'm doing is barely being nice!

I don't have much to do, but cooking and writing/illustrating has kept me fairly busy. That is, when I'm not playing barbies. I'm missing my DTS friends and the city and warmth! I'm starting to get my bearings and where I fit in the family, home, and community. My room was the room of requirement, so I have to find where everything is, and reclaim it instead of the four year old who doesn't realize it's not hers anymore. Oops. She's a cutie though.
 There was a lot of deaths in my church while I was gone, and realizing a lot of the strong men and women I looked up to are gone has been pretty hard too. I didn't have time to grieve while I was in YWAM, so now I have time to thank God for the time I did have to learn from them, but I wish I had cared more! I miss them, but it makes me determined to become more strong in my faith, and live it out no matter what. I didn't really care about God before DTS, now I am probably the crazy christian chick who does everything because of Him. and that's ok, because it sure isn't fake. God has been so good with encouraging me through Colossions and even just the impending coffee and Skype dates. He has given me so many good people to talk to!

  This summer I'll be getting a job, hopefully making enough to pay for most of BLS. Its hard not to stress out about finances and transportation right now, and there's  a lot of pressure for me to "get a real job, or go to a real school, make something of my life." It may not be said in so many words, but the metron is pretty thick.
To be brutally honest, I need prayer for me to keep fighting for God and my dreams. I don't want to not care.  Thank you all so much for continuing to pray for me.