things to pray for:

  • to give grace to those who persecute me
  • for strong, godly leadership in the kitchen
  • parents coming as adult guests on sunday!
  • safe driving to denver tomorrow
  • patience in the lord’s ever-perfect timing

things i’m learning:

  • how my identity is solely in christ
  • how to be judged and take it, but know my worth in christ
  • how to give grace away abundantly
  • how to love abundantly
  • how to remember, daily, the truths of the gospel
  • how to live in freedom
  • how to have a true christ-centered friendship (thank you jesus)

things to do:

  • drive to denver tomorrow
  • hang out with my parents
  • pick betsy up from the airport
  • relax on my day off
  • walk around a good bookstore
  • eat some mexican food

week one + week two + week three

it’s been a while friends.. i suppose i should go in the order of the way things have happened these past weeks

BRECK (as its known to the locals, duh)

two fridays ago (june 4) was my first solo road-trip-to-a-foreign-place-to-hang-out-by-myself day. i cannot say that i hated it — in fact, i thouroghly enjoyed it. picture this: me driving a ford f-250 with montana license plates driving through the highways of colorado. fits me right?!

the drive is quite windy, but enoyable with the windows down and a good playlist going. the weather was perfect (skirt and t-shirt wearin’ weather). drivin myself over to breck is about an hour and a half away. not too bad at all. passing through small mountain towns with speed limits of 35mph.. i made it to town at about noon. after making an emergency stop at a restroom at the local park, i headed out to find the one (but not the only reason) i came to this quaint town = the PATAGONIA store.

hallejuah!!!!!! there she was. waiting patiently for my arrival and to break my bank. and so i bought a ‘better sweater.’ worth it.

i then travelled a block over to the best mexican restaurant i’ve ever been to. maybe i eat the same food all the time, so that’s why it was so tasty tasty, but still. i devoured a chicken-stuffed fried avocado covered with jalapenos sour cream and pico. YUMMMMM.


this past weekend a dear friend, chris hak came to BV. he used to be on staff here at frontier, but went to work for ransomed heart ministries dealing with their resources. he was a staple of frontier to me for so long that it was just a refreshment to see him and his precious wife julie. he engages. he listens. he asks questions. he is relational at his core. he generally just blesses me whenever i see him or talk to him.


as a whole, this session has been really difficult. the summer staff (minus dear sweet lane + a few others) have really tested my patience. it has really shown me how TRULY patient god is with us. for us to go to him willingly. i don’t know that i’ll ever think of that in the same way again. also, i’ve really learned how to (try to) give grace to others when they least deserve it — what a valuable lesson to learn, but ever so hard. grace is such a unique concept. there have been a lot of factors to make this session the way that it has turned out, and overall, it’s been challenging and testing. two things that seem to always go hand-in-hand.

tuesday night i walked out to tear down western revue and CALLIE KENDRICK & GRACIE REYNOLDS were standing by wigwam. what a blessing and refreshment it was to see them. the lord knew i needed to see some familiar faces.

this weekend is CHANGEOVER  (not to be confused with turnover). we will switch over to our 2nd session assign team, work crew, and summer staff. what a crazy weekend it will be…

code red

attention all : this is not to be confused with ….

last night, officially day 1 of the summer (and the session along with the week), at 8:45pm a CODE RED was instituted across camp. everyone was immediately ordered to go back to their housing and everyone was on lock down. for us in the kitchen, that was a problem. we hadn’t finished scrubbing the floors — besides the fact i had to run snack [cookies and punch] at 11:30. rachel, sarah, and i hung out in our room skyping with the ever-entertaining mallory ann brooks and other FB chatters. at 11:30, we were allowed to return to the mantee… so naturally we stole someone’s work horse (manly golf cart) keys.

may i set the picture up for you? pitch black. you can hear the winding rustling the tree branches. moon bright enough to fish by. head lamp on. chef pants and peachy pat are along for the ride. the cart is old and can barely make it up a little hill, let alone the big ole one we walk up everyday. 3 average girls just trying to ride up the hill = not conducive to old rickety. so i’m running and pushing the cart while jumping in for a breather every 5 seconds. we were dying laughing to say the least. most exercise i’ve gotten since i’ve been here.

problems were solved by midnight (kind of). warm cookies and punch handed out at 1:30. exercise happened. btatt was semi-delirious.

i’d say first day of summer camp was a BLAST (too soon?)