soon to be sold on etsy...

so true.

a pillow i made for holly's baby. i used a pattern for this so it was a pretty quick project. love how it turned out! :) 

These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere

And in all my life

I don't know that I've ever felt so alive

("awakening", switchfoot)

I don't know how to describe the trip to Ensenada. A blessing? Beautiful? Sad? Overwhelming? Hopeful? I went, wondering how helpful I would be. After all, it was a medical missions trip and I, admittedly, get nauseous at the sight of blood. I signed up to work with the kids and do crafts which seemed a little more up my alley. But still, how much could I do? A lady at work said, "Oh, you don't know Spanish? Well, you shouldn't go to Mexico, then, because you won't be able to communicate." 

But my inadequacies are lame compared to the need out there so I went. In the Bible, Jeremiah says, "Oh, but I'm only a child!" and God says bluntly, "Don't say that, I'm sending you." (Jennie paraphrase) Sometimes you have to lay all those questions aside and just do it. 

Those children...R and I spent two days face and hand painting. This one little girl kept on coming back and asking me to paint more and more on her. Hilarious. It was so precious to hold their little hands and pray for them as I painted. I don't know how to explain this trip. But maybe things don't always have to be explained. I returned, dreaming of ways to better help these people and with a desire to go back. 

(pictures by the amazing folks on the trip. I'll post mine soon...)

it was difficult for me to take pictures in ensenada. thankfully, i had a team of braver people who took tons of pictures. it just felt strange and tourist-like to take pictures of people in dire conditions...in their own homes...

i'm very glad i went, though. and am dreaming of ways to help them more next time.