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Guess what guess what guess what?!?! Today is my birthday (whoophallelujahgiveChristtheglorywhoop!) I’ve discovered there are two classes of people in the world. Those who treat birthdays as national holidays and everyone else. I’m a birthday person. One day dedicated to being thankful for one being present and active in the world. Is there anything more cool or glorifying of Christ’s creations? In my birthday heaven, there is an abundance of muffin tops, good smelling perfumes, fuzzy socks, hot cups of tea, and Mexican food. Truck loads of it. As in, I’d be swimming in a fountain of queso while eating a guacamole tostada and sipping on some salsa. You can probably guess what my main unfulfilled international craving has been. Anywho, as my 21st birthday is just around the river bend I’ve been thinking over the blessings that came with my 20th year. So stinking many. Let’s just name a few.
  • Moving back in with one my best friends Madi Mae Parker and sharing a fort queen sized bed, along with a plethora of other life treasures in Taos House
  • Blessed employment at the Volunteer Center and with some lovely families as a babysitter/tutor/helper, getting to see Christ’s fingerprints in different environments
  • Gaining a college Business degree from the finest college on the planet. WHOOP A&M!!!!
  • Coming back to Lubbock to soak up life with my lovely family, roommate sister and old friends
  •  Learning about the Spirit and God’s people through College Station IHOP, The Wells Project, Covenant Family Church and so many other outlets
  • Planting at ExperienceLife again and having lil tastes of community to come
  • Marrying my best friend and new lifelong roommate, Mr. Alan Taylor Bopants Wells!






So many shimmering memories in 365 days of my 20th year. I’m pumped to see how Jesus is going to out do himself in this upcoming year. He always outshines my expectations, lil ultimate birthday gift giver.



Europe has been pure bliss! There are too many cool stories and moments to share. We would be here all year long if I recanted each interesting story or funny moment or cultural humor. Switzerland was stocked full of such clean, happy, friendly folk. We indulged in the free transportation, picturesque weather and small town comforts. Lake Geneva and the local parks just added the cherry on top of the quaint postcard feel. We learned that these people LOVE their espresso. No American pot style coffee for them. Straight espresso shots all the way. Mealtimes are Olympic events for these locals, filled with first courses+ main meals+ dessert+ café/espresso+ after meal smoke. We surprised many a waiter when we planned on heading out after our main course. All the south French Alpe cities are just plain dreamy. Our days mainly consist of snapping pictures of old building we can’t read the plaques to know what they are, grubbing on something consistent of bread and cheese or Mediterranean cuisine, taking afternoon jet lag naps that last up to 3 hours, striking up comical chatter with locals, moseying around and discovering the town. Honestly, it’s hard to think of what to talk about so if you have any specific questions or suggestions for upcoming blog entrees message me!



To sum up what I’ve learned the past week: shalom. Resting in Sabbath. Dwelling in the pause of life. In Mark 2, Jesus states, “The Sabbath was made to serve us; we weren’t made to serve the Sabbath.” In Deuteronomy 5 we are commanded, “Don’t ever forget that you were slaves in Egypt and God, your God, got you out of there in a powerful show of strength. That’s why God, your God, commands you to observe the day of Sabbath rest.” Granted that was an old law applicable to the Jews, but we were rescued in the midst of our own worldly slavery by a much more powerful show of strength by the death and resurrection of Christ. So how much more are we held accountable to rest in God’s strength and just rest. As Americans, we have no concept of true Sabbath. How many Sundays do we pile our schedule full of “church activities” or chores or intentional coffee dates or to-do lists we’ve put off all week. Convicted by Jesus’ words, I realize I was serving the Sabbath. Practically every week of my life. Until we came to Europe- disconnected from everyone and everyone, with no agenda or timeline to adhere to, nowhere else we could or should be- nothing to do but observe the beauty of Christ’s creations and cool skylines and architecture creativity. I mean, really though, HOW COOL!!! Granted, Lubbock’s charm is not necessarily a good comparison to small French ski mountain cities. But the parallel exists. I should be dwelling with my Savior, doing basically nothing but worshipping and admiring his handiwork. At least once a week. Welp, that’s what I’ve got for you tonight folks. Hope you are doing lovely :] My prayer for you is that this week you breath a lil deeper in the peace of utter dependent rest in our Redeemer. We are His and He is ours.. and that, well that, is enough. 

1 comment:

  1. Happy birthday, D'Ann! You and my lil' cuz, Bo, are just the cutest. Sounds like y'all are having a lovely time in Europe. Cheers

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