I’m no longer updating this blog for a variety of reasons, I’m moving again. This time to :

pleasebebrave.wordpress.com

Thanks!

>I am this close (I’m holding my thumb in pointer finger about a centimeter close together) to getting rid of my blog on Blogger and getting a WordPress account. I’m annoyed.

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“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”- Abraham Lincoln

>I Already Know

>Lately I’ve been hearing some buzz around Mandi Mapes , so I decided to check her out. I’m thinking that she goes to Brookhills or is somehow closely related, because I hear about her almost as much as I hear about David Platt. I really like her voice, it’s reminiscent of Ingrid Michaelson’s (but I won’t hold that against her, I think I’m the only person in the world who doesn’t love Ingrid). Anyways, I’m putting together a play list for my trip to Bulgaria. I’m expecting the trip to be good, but challenging and exhausting. So, preemptively I’m putting together songs of encouragement. I love these lyrics!

I’m closer than you can see

My love is greater than you know

Feel the weight of my mercy

My arms are open

I already know who’s gonna save you

I already wrote the end of the story

You were made for me and I’ll never leave you

and in the end it’s all for my glory

Your life is my melody

Part of a song that I am singing

in the dark it’s hard to see

but there will be redemption in the morning.

Cling to me and wait

As I cover you with my garments

Can’t you see you are my clay

and I’m the potter and you’re carryin’ my fingerprints

I already know who’s gonna save you

I already wrote the end of the story

You were made for me and I’ll never leave you

and in the end you will be happy

and in the end you will be with me

and in the end it’s all for my glory

>Princess Consuela Banana Hammock

>I’m throwing around the idea of doing a name change. Not me, but my blog. Suggestions? I will temporarily call the blog “Whitney’s Miscellany” until I get another idea I like. So get to thinking!!

>blessings

>I’m behind on updating this blog. I’ll get around to it in the next few days as I’m attempting (failing really) to take some vacation days. I’ve had a tough week. I’ve listened Laura Story’s albums a bit this week. Here’s a great song from her most recent album. Please disregard the cheesy pictures, but it’s on the only way I know to share this beautiful song.

>Psalm 119

>Just as I get my hopes up, I can feel them being dashed. It’s premature to assume they are being dashed, so hopefully they won’t be, but I can feel it. I think I do this as some kind of a self preservation thing. If I go ahead and dissapoint myself I’ll handle rejection better and I won’t feel as stupid for putting myself out there. I’m a mess.

…and let me not be put to shame in my hope.

>boredom + procrastination = pictures

>I’ve spent a lot of hours right here today.

I’ve had a lot to do on the interwebs over the last few days.

I got a little bored.

My camera was right there.

Then I discovered Photo Booth. I didn’t even know it was taking pictures. It’s fun. There’s more to come.

Here I am, trying to figure out how to answer some questions online.

Now I’m trying to figure out all of these fun effects.

>Bulgaria

>I’ve been in this weird limbo/waiting/figuring out life mode for about 1 1/2 years now. I’m unbelievably interested in moving my life somewhere around the world to join forces with others so that we can point people to Christ. Through attempting to work through this desire doors have closed. I know that they close for many reasons, it’s not the best and so on. Lately, I’ve been praying through opportunities in Eastern Europe. Tucked away in Eastern Europe is Bulgaria. Bulgaria is one the of the primary feeder countries for trafficking. It’s a preferred country for Russian traffickers to haul prostitutes through. Many Bulgarian prostitutes end up spread throughout Europe, promised better lives, mislead in many instances and are then forced into prostitution. Sofia, the capital city of Bulgaria is home to a handful of faithful missionaries working hard to show the love of Christ to these women. I don’t know where I’ll end up in the world, but I do know that I’ve been praying for these women on the streets of Bulgaria and through prayer I have grown to love them and fight for their hearts in prayer. I long for freedom for them. It’s complicated though, they need a safe place, an education. Most of them have children. Most of them are owned. I don’t even begin to understand how to remedy all this, but I do know they need hope. All of their shame and despair will be crushed by the cross. I pray for a freedom like they have never experienced.

>Chirp, Chirp

>We have baby birds! I feel like their stalker! I keep my camera by the window so that I can take pictures of them all the time. They are so cute!