For Everthing There is a Season...

Summer is fun in Denver.
It snowed in May. It might snow in June. It is 100 during the day and 45 at night.

I love it.

The summer comes to the mile high city as Drew and I begin a new season in this wonderful adventure we like to call life. The end of May we moved from our snazzy seminary apartment in the safe land of suburbanites to downtown Denver, half a block off Colfax, into a basement apartment in home filled with brokenness, hurt, and yet an overwhelming amount of LOVE.

My job is to love, support, direct, and place accountability on a group of women who have no where else to turn. To believe in women whom no one else believes in. To love people whom everyone else has turned there back on. To teach them how to be independent, confident, self-believing and god fearing women. A mighty task.

and i am scared...

this is going to be a growing experience. one in which i am stretched. they are stretched. i learn. they learn. and we all fight the fight of life together. it is going to be a season in which god is continuously making me uncomfortable, but that uncomfortableness is the most rewarding prize of them all. it is going to be a season in which we all learn who we really are.

in a little over a week, i have already built a connection with the women that i believe will last a life time. i have worked through chaos and trials and have seen love through it all. as self sacrificing as one might see me as to take this position, the women whom drew and i live with are even more self-sacrificing. they are incredible examples of truly giving up your self to LIVE a season of change within your life.

if only we who are not viewed as unfortunate could give up to allow for the same season....

so that is my prayer.
that i would be completely self-sacrificing.
that i would give everything up.
that everything would equal myself...
and that i would truly live this season in my life.