The Rays These Days

Hello all, hope your summer is delightful and going just swimmingly. 🙂 If you don’t care to hear about mine, read no further. You’ll get bored.



As of right now, my summer has looked a bit like this. It’s been a good few days. I have kept busy, per the norm. I’ve also been at cheer and hanging with Brian #2 a bit! So it’s been good, and I’ve had some good time to focus on life.

I’ve got some big plans this summer to serve God and I’m looking forward to the opportunities I’ve been blessed with. In July, I get to spend a week leading middle school girls at Summit View’s annual summer camp GRIT. In August, I get to spend three and a half weeks serving on Work Crew at the beautiful Young-life Creekside Camp located in Antelope, Oregon – right next to Washington Family Ranch (aka “the canyon”, Wa Fa Ra, or Wildhorse)! I am so excited for both of these trips. I’m excited to see what God does in the hearts of these many middle schoolers and what he does in my heart.

For now, I’m spending my time with my family and friends, with the little time I’ve left myself this summer. Let’s not forget about the possible camping trips and trips to Bend, OR thrown in the mix! I see this as my last summer as a high schooler and my last summer to make the most of 3 months away from school. It’s my last chance to do “high school” things. So I’ll take that opportunity any day!


Hopeless Love

I sometimes wonder what it would be like if we spoke. We could become good friends, we could fall in love. I stare in awestruck wonder at your beauty, wondering if you’ll ever talk to me. You don’t even know my name… but I know yours. I know everything about you. Sometimes I talk to you, but you never respond. Funny how I can be falling head over heels in love for you, and you don’t care love me back. It’s hard to know that I consume everything about you, and you don’t give so much as a sideways glace. My heart aches for the day we’ll converse.

Although I realize that this may be difficult for you. You don’t have lips to form words, or ears to hear my loving words. You don’t have eyes to observe my face, or a nose to recognize my scent. It’s not your fault that you were processed that way; it must be how God intended it.

For now, I must be satisfied with you being my afternoon snack. I must stay content with the relationship we have – I’ll continue to eat ten of you in one sitting. You, my dear peanut butter Oreos, will forever be a love of mine and your sugar with be running in my veins. In sickness and in health, you’ll stay by my side. Until my death do us part, and forever be a delight.