That night we kidnapped the new students and took them to Sonic and then put them on the hot seat. So much laughter and fun – it’s going to be a good year.

Homemade mint brownies in Liz’s house. Hopefully the first of many evenings like this.

humansofnewyork:

“There is a stigma in this country around women with jobs. So I want to start an organization that provides girls in the Congo with examples of women around the world who have balanced family and career. Most men in this country think it’s only about money. They think: ‘If I make enough money for us to live, then my wife should take care of the children.’ The common belief is that a woman who works is hurting her children. People don’t realize that children also gain from the knowledge and experiences of their mother.”
(Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo)

We all have a cross to carry. But it’s a cross that kills our sins, smashes our idols, and teaches us the folly of self-reliance. It’s a cross that says I’ll do anything to follow Jesus, not a cross that says I had to do everything for Jesus.

Kevin DeYoung, “Crazy Busy” (51)

I’d missed the morning fog.

Rejoicing with those who rejoice and weeping with those who weep happens more naturally among those who have listened long enough to know the depth of one another’s stories, and to know their context.

Rachel Held Evans, “On Race, Benefit of the Doubt, and Complicity

From Grandma and Grandpa’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I love my papa.

Card games in the sand.

I can’t believe summer is already over.
Oregon Coast 2014.