Hello Hello

Amy and Tina are dynamic business partners...better yet, friends.  They own their business "Hello Hello."  These two are incredibly talented and creative.  We met up in Fredricksburg, Virginia to shoot some photos of the two of them before Amy moves off to Colorado.  I loved the creativity and thought they put into their shoot.  I met them outside a coffee shop and there they were sitting and laughing holding a bunch of red heart balloons and various mustaches on sticks.  From the moment I spotted the balloons and mustaches, I knew this was going to be a great day.   Amy, I hope the move goes well.  Tina, I hope you get to travel to Colorado sometime soon!

1 year

I looked at the calendar this morning and couldn't believe it. Its officially been one year since I moved back to the states from Africa.  A whole year.  It went by so fast.  True confession:  up until about last month I would tell people "Yeah, I just moved back from Africa...."  It still feels like I did, but no longer can that be an excuse of why I don't know things like who Justin Bieber is, what ipads are, or why I sometimes drive on the wrong side of the road....  A year is a long time.  It is crazy to think of where a year can take you.  A year ago, I never would have expected that I would be where I am today.  Richmond wasn't even on my radar except for an internship I would be taking with Casey Templeton for the month of October.  I'm now on the brink of moving into my apartment, gearing up for a beautiful summer in Richmond, growing in the friendships I've made this year, and looking forward making new ones.  I feel blessed by where I am today. Throughout this year, I've never once had a day go by where I've not thought about Africa.  Some days more than others.  As you may be able to tell through my blog or conversations with me, Africa is so deeply apart of who I am.  Its not a fashion statement or a fleeting charity to care upon, its simply apart of my story.  I hope I can get back there soon...I so miss that land and the people within.

Rice & Beans

This was a post I wasn't sure if I was going to write.  I started and trashed it a few times.  I sometimes struggle putting up photos from my time in Africa because I never want it to come across as me being self righteous.  My hope is that this post isn't read this way.  This week, my church here in Richmond (Hope) has embarked on an adventure.  Its called "Meals With Hope."  In short, for the week, we are to eat bland food similar to that in which others in third world countries may eat....rice, beans, oatmeal, a piece of fruit every once in a while, and tap water.  The money I would have used to spend on other food will be donated to Feed My Starving Children.  Its a genius idea...I love it. When I heard about the challenge I was ready for it.  I'll admit, I did have the attitude of "Eh, I've done this before when I lived in Africa, I can do it again." I don't love rice, but its just 5 days.  983,000,000  go to bed hungry every night.  Um, yes, you read that right.  I only have to go to bed hungry (ish) for 5 nights.  This week, a few times, my blood sugar has dropped, I've gotten shaky, and I can tell that I've been short with people.  Through this challenge I've felt as though I'm supposed to feel the pain with those who are starving in other countries.  The thing is, though... its not the same.  At the end of this week, I know there is food at my fingertips, wherever I want, whenever I want.

This week has had my mind slipping back to my life in Africa.  I remember the first few months I was there, there was a famine in Kenya.  Even that word seemed so foreign to me...like something you only read about in the bible.  I walked into the grocery store one day and asked for some chicken from the butcher.  He replied "Pole sana." (so sorry) as he pointed to a sign that explained that there would be no chicken till further notice due to the famine.  It just wasn't there.  I didn't get it.  In the US, you walk into any grocery store and there are 5 kinds of chicken: with skin, without skin, boneless, organic...you name it, its there.  The next week I went back to the same store and there was another sign saying there was no sugar due to the famine.  I started to get used to this.  I thought I had it bad until the pastor at my church preached on the famine in the rural parts of Kenya.  We began taking a weekly offering to buy food for those suffering from the famine.  Those weeks turned into months, and months into a year.  The pastor one day asked if I would like to join him and some members of the church to drop off food to some villages.  I joined them.

The further we drove, the worse the effects of the famine got.  When we finally stopped in a village, I could see that everything seemed dead.  The trees were bare and the animals were scarce.  The one thing that was not dead, though, was the church.  As we arrived, the whole village was inside singing praise songs at the top of their lungs.  They were dressed in the most colorful outfits, ready to praise the One who provides for them....despite the famine.  This was one of the most significant lessons I learned.  Despite their hunger, despite death, despite not knowing if and when their next meal will come....they praised God.

While I looked through these photos from this trip I asked myself how many times this week I've praised God.  ...Not enough.  

Puerto Rico

Back from relaxation... back to reality

More photos to come soon from my family's trip to Puerto Rico!

Safari

Recently, I've had flashbacks to Africa.  Maybe its the warmer weather or the bright skies.  I've found myself driving and all of a sudden thinking about Africa or remembering driving down a road, dodging traffic, goats, and people.  I love these flashbacks, it helps keep my memories alive and helps me to remember "Thats right, I DID live in Africa!"  The other day I took a new route to work.  Just one different road, but it was a cobblestone road.  The roughness of the road, and my car bouncing along the stones reminded me of the safaris I used to go on.  I miss the adventure of driving my own car along the rough and broken roads.  There is so much beauty out there on the African plains.  I would encourage everyone to travel to Africa once in their lifetime.  But if you can't, let me bring it to you!  Pull up a chair, find that Lion King soundtrack I know you all have, and enjoy!