Bonnette Acres

"Falemnderit Zot", which means "Thank You God" has been the phrase coming out of my mouth every other second since I left the airport in Nashville. I have never felt God so close to me then on Thursday and Friday. My flight to Washington, Dales airport was a pretty normal flight. It was fairly packed, but the ride was nice and smooth and I don't think I even got through two chapters it was such a short flight. When I got to Washington, I had this amazing peace. Usually when I come into airport I have never been to before sometimes I get myself worked up and stress a little. This was not so, I walked in there like I had been there a hundred times. I even questioned myself like it was so strange of me to be so calm. But there I go again not trusting what God can do for you. I got a hamburger from fudruckers (which was my last American meal by the way and it was mighty tasty) and then I headed to my gate to wait for my plane to Vienna, Austria. I didn't have to...

So it has felt like forever to get to the point I am at today. A year ago, I was making a big trip to Kansas City. I felt I needed to somehow further my call, and the Mission Corps door swung opened wide. The next step was to go to the training. The closest and most available was in the lovely emerald city of Kansas. I had never been to mecca before, and always hoped to so it was time to follow my feet and head there for a weekend. I learned a lot, met a lot of fun people, but I also was given two places they might be sending me. My advisor told me I was made for Europe, which I have always had that feeling kind of deep inside so I had no problem with the comment. He said that I should either go to Slovenia or Albania. Yes, me and "nia" countries go together like PB&J. So after hearing that I was quite excited since I had People in my family that had been to both of those countries, and enjoyed it. When I got back from KC, There was e-mail waiting for me from Slovenia. I ...

Today as I made myself get outside and take a walk this morning, I realized something. I have realized it before, but this morning it was like the floodgates had opened (what really are those floodgates everyone always talks about?) Nashville is perfect in the fall. Every time I walk outside it is picturesque, the weather is perfect and the leaves are starting to change into bright beautiful shades of orange. Absolutely perfect, I love to breathe it all in. There's this clean rustic feeling that feels my soul, if that makes any since. I mean when I smell the smell of fall, I think about the start of something new (not high school musical kind) and fresh. But I also have this feeling, of old historicness . I remember the many lives that have walked these paths many years before me. hmmm maybe that's why everyone always has homecoming's in the fall? Fall makes me think of the warm rusticness found behind my grandparents shed. The young youthful spirit up in our tree house i...