Friday, December 19, 2008

planes. plans. paris. and indonesia.

Finals are always a stressful time for us as students. Lately, I feel like my emotions are extremely sensitive. I am on all extremes this past week, including today. I had a literature final today that really just drained every last bit of me. I physically felt my body slowing down and coming off of a mental study high. Then I received the news that I was accepted into the Europe Semester for 2009 Fall Semester. As did my boyfriend and three amazing friends. I don't know how many people or who was all accepted, but I cannot wait. 

Since my senior year, my heart has been longing to return to Paris. I just loved the atmosphere and people, fashion and relationships I established while there. It is just absolutely captivating. I want to live in Paris for a year and establish a partnership with a company to expand my international movement. 

In relation to traveling, I was also accepted to go on the Indonesia missions trip for a little over a month this coming summer. I was hoping for Russia at first, but ever since I talked to my friend Julie, my heart has really been opened and prodding at thoughts on Indonesia. I have never given the country the slightest thought before I was asked to go on this trip. I can not believe how God just takes your plans and throws them out the window. We think that it doesn't make sense or is hurtful, but God just shows that his plans are always better. 

I plan to take up the offer to go to Indonesia and Europe. The two trips are completely different but that is what life is about. My heart longs to venture to new places and see the beautiful smile lines of someone that lives hundreds of thousands of miles from myself. 

I need to see the world for what it is. I need to get out of this American confined mentality. I hate it. I want to be a vessel. I want to be a pilgrim. God is just allowing me to be defined through his works and not solely the passion or wants of my own. 

I ask you to pray for me. I know nothing. I will soon be filled only to be emptied again. 


Until further news, 
vee.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Thursday, December 11, 2008

ryan sheckler





salted air.











My boyfriend went to a missions trip to ensenada with his church and could not talk to me for a week. I was a wreck. Everything seemed to blow up the week he was gone and I had not felt that alone in a long time. So I did what any girlfriend would do, drive 2 1/2 hours to pick him up as soon as he crossed the boarder and stay with him for a week in san diego. 

these are the photos that resulted.

i love trips.

american.





Wednesday, December 10, 2008