Forward

Ya’ll,

Life is… I have no words to describe what life is. There are too many words that could fit the job as a descriptor. You know how the Lord puts people, places, and opportunities at your feet and you can either acknowledge them and melt into His provisions, or you could stress out and dread making one more choice, one more decision, so you just freeze and do nothing? I have been frozen. For a month. I’m finally coming out of it. Now we move forward. I come back to life. Like trees and flowers in the Spring time. But it’s FALL and THERE ARE PUMPKINS EVERYWHERE. So, an even better time to wake up from a hazy, frozen soul sleep.

Let me tell ya’ll a little story. Will’s momma and I were not initially the kindest of people towards each other. It is really hard learning new roles of life. I have no doubt it was hard to learn that Will was going to be moving forward and leaning on his wife instead of his mom. It was hard for me to learn that it was ok to let down my guard once the Lord began healing our broken relationship. Now, we’re moving forward. We’re moving into a truly divinely sweet relationship; one of grace, forgiveness, laughter, and adventure. I could not be more thankful that we can smile and giggle and give each other looks when someone else is talking… our husbands… and know exactly what the other thinks. It’s SO fun, ya’ll.

My Mother-in-Law has had a rollercoaster life. She’s strong; she’s always up for adventure and new things; she’s silly and just wants to be loved. I’m honored she is letting me come into her life, her heart, her home, and her secrets.

She was a nurse. She cares for her husband. She aches for the moments they get to share and love on each other. They’ve been through a lot, too. The Lord has worked and moved mountains in their marriage, their words, their thoughts, and their times spent together, and apart. I am honored I get to watch them grow in His love and goodness and blessings and promises. Moving forward. It is what we have to do in this life, right? Moving forward… not letting ourselves become frozen humans because our focus is not where it should be?

My Mother-in-Law has started a fun business. A business that allows her true passions and loves to shine, through the way she spends her time. She’s no longer stuck behind a desk, or running around like mad for someone else. She’s prioritizing her time. She gets to spend quality time with those she loves, instead of only being able to give the leftovers of her time and emotions. Her joy radiates. I’m honored I get to be a part of it.

Her business provides time. Time for others to laugh, smile, to breathe, and to relax. Folks get to be creative, and silly, and meet new people. Her business is KimmieB and Me. Visit her on Facebook. She would LOVE to meet with you, visit with you, over paint and coffee. We bond with coffee, too. Coffee is the magic of life. Amen?

Forward. What a key word to life. A frozen heart, mind, and soul are not what God promises. He promises joy in the midst of suffering, direction in times of question, and comfort in times of need. Though God promises a difficult life when we follow His ways, His path for our lives, what other choice do we really have? I love Will so much… I followed him to an island in the middle of nowhere; sold everything, left everyone. To move forward. Forward in our hopes, dreams, and callings. If we love the Lord as much as, even more so than, we love those we call family, friends, our people… shouldn’t we move forward just as easily with Him to forward His hopes, dreams, and callings for our lives?

I’m preaching to myself right now, ya’ll. Trust me. It’s been a difficult month; we’ve made more decisions, had more questions, and more late night giggles this month than we have had in a VERY long time. But the Lord is working. He’s always working things out for the good of those who love Him. Move. Forward. Yes, Jesus, I get it. Thank you.

Till next time!

Pumpkin Spice and Life

Ya’ll,

It’s pumpkin all the things season! I am SO happy! Cooler weather, sweaters, blankets, and PSLs EVERY DAY. Praise Jesus for pumpkin season! It’s an actual season, ya’ll. It is.

We’ve been going through some heavy stuff this past month. My heart has broken a little, and my soul has been entirely too weary. The Lord took us to the Caribbean for a reason. What that reason was, we may never know. But we’re stronger. Our marriage is AWESOME. Now, the Lord has brought us back to good ole Mississippi. We may never know why He did that, either. However, I’m thankful we were not in the path of any hurricane. I pray for those who were. The Caribbean cannot handle those wretched moments of Mother Nature’s mood swings like America can.

Do you ever sit back and wonder what on earth the Lord is doing? Or why He’s doing it the way He’s doing it? Do you ever get so frustrated at life, that you wonder if God has even been listening to anything you’ve ever said? My emotions have been all over the place, and yet nowhere at all, for an entire month. I realized the other day that so much of my 20’s has been one ridiculous early mid life crisis. But yet again, I’ve learned a LOT. Go figure. Whatever Jesus. What. Ever.

Here’s something I’ve learned. We have NOOOOO idea what is going to happen no matter how hard we try or pray or move forward. The floor could fall right out from underneath you. What do you do then? Do you run? Do you grab on to whatever or whomever is closest? Do you run and hide under the bed hoping the monsters won’t find you in their own hiding spot? I’d really like to say I do none of these, but hiding under the blankets when life gets just to be just too much is really my cup of coffee. Do you remain faithful and trust that what the Lord does and says and is, is good and true? I floundered a little bit in this one; I will admit it. Sometimes it’s hard to continue pushing forward when ya don’t know where that forward is. Sometimes it’s hard to continue praying and straining to hear God speak when your heart is heavy and your soul is too weary to even comprehend the world.

I am a control freak, ya’ll. It’s the teacher in me, I suppose. Everything must be planned. Always. There’s a lesson plan for every moment of life, right? Wrong. Life is hard. The only guarantee, the only consistently solid ground we can stand on is the Truth of the Lord’s promises. Seriously. Why is the Lord always teaching me this lesson!? Why don’t I ever remember that one? Control. Freak. I like to be in control. I like to have all my ducks in a row. Who doesn’t? Those brave souls who live life flying by the seat of their pants. I envy them; I do. Yes…. I’m aware envy’s a sin. I’m in seminary, after all.

How do ya’ll do that? Just fly? All the time? And never wonder where you’ll land? I like to know where I’m going to land. And yet, no matter what has happened, or what will happen, the Lord always provides solidity in some way. A smile from my husband, a hug from my God-sent sister, a visit with my best friend since 4th grade (we’re now 29, do the math).  There are so many ways the Lord shows us who He is, what He aches over, how much He loves us. Do we see it? Are our hearts opened enough to Him that we can recognize those sweet moments from Him? Or are we too concerned with what the next step has to be that we miss His whispers and fleeting moments?

 

Till next time!

Rainy Test Day

Ya’ll,

Today was test day for Will. I have a love-hate relationship with test day, because it means one part is over, but then there’s the waiting to find out the grade. Always waiting to find out the grade. Med school is so hard. You can try with all of your might to get through it, but at some point, you get knocked to your knees wondering what just hit you. Seriously. Will learns so much information every single day, that I wonder where he’s going to put the information from tomorrow’s lectures. He’s my superhero. Test days mean one thing is down, but can’t be forgotten. There are two more tests, including the final, and we’ll arrive to three weeks of peace, beach time, conversations, dinner with friends, and quality time together… without reviewing or studying or talking about medicine.  Praise. The. Good. Lord.

I admire Will, ya’ll. He works so hard. He’s smart. Insanely smart. He says things that are so over my head I just nod and smile. But he can teach it to me in a way that makes my English brain understand. It’s really true what they say, you’re either a math/science person or an English/History person. I can talk about Jesus and Edgar Allen Poe and all the wars of history all day long… but helping Will all day review HURTS MY HEAD. He’s going to be a wonderful doctor. I’ll be a wonderful helper. The Lord knew what He was doing when He made us for each other, to be sure.

Tests keep coming, though. No matter how much we think we’ve conquered one block of information… another block of information comes like a dodge ball to your face. Reminds me of life, don’t ya think? No matter how far we come… there’s always a test. No matter how good life is, how stable it is, how peaceful and fun it is, there’s always another hurdle. Another test. Another ridiculous thing to conquer. I thank the good Lord He brought me Will. He makes tests and hurdles so much more okay.

Sometimes we forget the lessons. Sometimes we remember them always. But if we really learned the lesson, wouldn’t we remember it always? Perhaps those we only kinda payed attention to are the ones we forget so easily? I know sometimes I need a dodge ball to the face ( insert eye roll here ).

 

Till next time!

 

 

Something

Ya’ll,

Can I just tell you how awesome it is that I can watch my church from back home in the Caribbean?! Technology is really awesome sometimes! Also, we made sweet peach tea last night because I brought tea bags in my luggage this time, and it’s the best thing since we brought back deer sausage. Take that, not stocked grocery stores!!

The sermon this morning at our church back home was on doing something. Isn’t that cool? Will and I talk so often on this topic. Doing something in the power of the Holy Spirit. Trusting the Lord with your whole heart and going on an adventure. Life is SO much more than routines, the daily grind, the 9-5 job. The Lord instructed us all to do something. To be His hands, feet, and heart for the world. What happened to the miraculous faith of the apostles that empowered them to heal the lame and blind and possessed? No pressure, right?

I think we get so used to being comfortable, in knowing what to expect because we’ve planned every second, which quickly adds up to years. Years of not acting on the whispers our heart hears. Man. We’ve all been there. I’m there all the time. But when I do listen and give the Lord my plans… He inspires me, provides for me, and guides me in what He wants me to do. And words just come out. Words I’d never think of speaking out loud. People come who need help, a shoulder to cry on. Acting doesn’t have to be a super awesome action packed mission trip across the world. It can be in your own home, your own city, your own office, your own state, your own country. We just have to start. Start reaching out to your neighbor, your boss, your friends, your families. The folks on the streets begging for a bite to eat, a real conversation.

The hardest part in doing something is starting that doing. Saying the first word, taking that first step towards a stranger or a loved one. But the Lord gave us power, a power no one else in the world has. Holy Spirit. That Spirit gives us the power, the courage, the confidence, and the wisdom we will need when we step out. You’ll be SO shocked when you start doing stuff and the Lord just comes out. Kinda like when ya get older and your mom starts coming out?! Come on. I know you know what I’m talking about. My dad came out the other day when I told someone to adapt and overcome… because what else are ya gonna do on a tropical island in the middle of nowhere?!?!

Jesus is enough, ya’ll. What if we stopped getting stuck with our head in the clouds looking for Him, and started seeing Him in our relationships? In our co-workers? In our friends? In the ones who know there’s something else out there but just don’t really know what that something is?

The speaker this morning also said something else that hit me straight in the soul. Once you start, you will find something. Holy Spirit will nudge you, and the Lord will provide the way. Shoot. Straight to the soul, huh? What if finding your calling is really when you just start acting on the whispers, the nudges, the tugs. What if your calling finds you in the doing? Again I say, shoot.

Till next time ya’ll! Fix some sweet peach tea and enjoy your day!

 

 

 

 

 

Back to the Island

Ya’ll,

Let me tell you a little about our island. The airport always shuts down when there is a storm… or just a little rain shower. It had been raining all day yesterday on the island, and I just knew all day that we’d get to the island and wouldn’t be able to land, which would mean we’d have to head back to Puerto Rico until the island airport decided it was safe to reopen. Island. Life.

So many people were praying over my journey home. Even folks who never pray anymore. People will show you they love you; ya just have to keep your heart opened to it. The Lord has shown me so often who was meant to be my friend, just an acquaintance, or just a passerby.  In my experience, if someone genuinely has the feeling or desire or love to pray over me… that is one of the dearest people in my life.

My sweet taxi driver was there waiting for me, the first friendly face I saw when I landed. He told me he was even praying for me. He didn’t think I’d make it, but when our plane came into view, he said, the skies just opened and there we were. The moment I walked into the airport, the bottom fell out again. The Lord answers, ya’ll.

Sometimes I do begin to wonder if the Lord is listening. I pray all the time about everything. Little things, life changing things, friends, family, how the day will go, etc. Sometimes I wonder if I pray about too much, but if the Lord is our Father like the Bible tells us, then He’d want to talk about everything, right? As a Father should? Perhaps I just don’t hear Him as much as I’d like, or get to be a part of the answer. But then there are the times that He opens the sky and lets us land on solid ground. I swear I could’ve knelt down right there on the tarmac and kissed the ground. But it was wet. And I had linen pants on. So, I just thanked the good Lord and finally believed that He was going to get me home to my sweet husband that night.

As I sit here watching the rain fall through the palm trees, listening to Amos Lee Pandora, I just can’t help but to be reminded of His promises of love and provision, which should be all that we need to remember that He wants the very best for us. He opened the skies and parted the rain clouds so that I could know and remember it. He opens the darkness so that Light will shine in on our days of worry, longing, and doubting. He’s the perfect Father. He’s the perfect example of Love, Goodness, and Truth.

Ya’ll, I am so glad to be back on our little island. As crazy as it is… it ain’t as hot here as it has been back home in Mississippi!  Another reason to praise the Lord! I did enjoy the Southern food, a little too much probably. I’ll be hitting the gym this weekend for sure.

Till next time!!

Respect

Ya’ll,

My family is so good… well, for the most part. No one’s family is perfect all the time. Right? Our parents taught us to respect others, to open doors, to speak humbly and politely to everyone we meet. This world has made us cautious and bitter and distant. We fear more than we feel we are safe in our surroundings. We doubt more than we believe in the goodness and kindness of others. We wonder if the next person we meet will take us away or try to take our belongings.

But, the Lord has already triumphed the evil of the world for us. Our job is to be still and listen for the Lord’s whispers to act, to go, to be His outlet for the world. How cool is it, that we get to wander this earth knowing that no matter the outcome of choices, of the actions and words of others, we have a promise of eternity, of goodness, of forgiveness, and of Truth?

Out of everything going on the world, one thing stands out the most to me. What happened to respect? Where did that go? When did our society turn into one of greed, selfishness, disrespect and hate? Nothing will be solved in our land until we learn how to respect others again. At least, that’s my opinion. It doesn’t start with our President, our Senate, our House, nor our local government. It starts with us. Our hearts, our thoughts, our actions and reactions.

Being home has been wonderful, but the news is so harsh and depressing. I like our little island life where life is slow and small. We get to tune out the madness of the world and focus on our marriage, on what our callings are, and the love we get to share with each other. When folks ask if we like it there, I say we love it. We don’t love the heat and the no ac thing and med school is ridiculous, but we love the simplicity and the chance to realign ourselves with each other and our Father. Everyone needs that chance in this heavy fast-paced world, I think. Whether it’s on an island, on a road trip, or simply shutting out the world in your own living room.

Till next time!

Relationships

Ya’ll,

I’m home for a childhood friend’s sweet wedding. This girl has been my friend since before I could remember anything else. We watched Mary Poppins on a pallet Mom made with tons of blankets and sheets, all while our dalmatian made sure we all knew she was actually the boss of the house. We had only a few weeks a year to visit with each other; her grandma was our neighbor… the best neighbor ever. We’d see each other at Christmas and at some point every summer. Then once a year when she’d come visit America when she began teaching overseas. She’s a brave soul, to be sure. I’m so proud of her, of her Christ-centered heart, of her longing to make the world a better place. She’s getting married in just a few days, and I’m so honored I get to stand beside her as she vows to follow this man the Lord truly made to be her partner. A Song of Solomon kind of love. I adore it.

The Lord always completes his promises. He sends your partner at just the right moment. Your hearts link together, and one day you walk down the isle promising to follow each other, encourage each other, listen to each other, and work together. The Lord created man and woman to be each other’s helper. I love that God knew that man couldn’t handle the load all alone; he needed a woman. A creation made from his own rib. A part of himself. What a beautiful reminder that we were made for relationships.

I think that special promise of relationship is easily and quickly forgotten in this “go get ’em,” take care of yourself world we live in. But when we remember to fill our souls with visits with God-given friends, we refresh our souls and lighten our loads, so that we may continue functioning in this heavy place. There’s just something magical and holy that happens when you visit with those people God sent to walk this life journey with.

No matter the type of relationship; husband-wife, friends, co-workers, or family, when the Lord is the center, your step is a little lighter, and your shoulders are raised a little higher. These relationships that are built upon a Godly foundation will be a lighthouse, an anchor, a refreshing drink when life is heavy, dark, deep, and dry as a bone. I am vastly thankful for each person the Lord has brought my life. Each one has taught me something; whether they were here only for a season, years, or in it for the long-haul.

When life gets lonely, look to the Lord, and wait for that person to come to you. This person who is allowing the Lord to work through them, to be your partner in the season you are in. Someone told me such sage advice recently, but I couldn’t tell you who it was to save my life. Still not over the whole “sleeping in the airport journey” just yet, I don’t think. Anyways, this person told me that the Lord is working on someone’s heart to be His hands and feet and heart for you; just as He is working on you to be the hands and feet and heart for someone else. If you’re anything like me, I get so bogged down with being the “person” for everyone else, that I forget to check up and realize that I need to rest with my “person.” We all need our people. We were not created to live and walk this land alone. Why on earth do we insist on being so independent and self-sufficient that we forget about building God-centered, peaceful relationships with the people around us? I know when my days are heavy, it’s usually because I haven’t spoken with my God people. The minute I do, the Lord eases my soul, and envelopes me with all that is right, true, and holy.

Relationships are a huge part of my life. I think perhaps I have my youth minister/college minister/ Jesus mentor/ more like family person to thank for that. He taught me SO many times just how important relationships are in this life. If the very first person the Lord created to name the animals couldn’t handle it all alone… why do we think we can handle life in this crazy world, now? We are no different than Adam. I can guarantee you on that. We are always better and stronger and more joyful when our lives are filled with the people the Lord sends us to build relationships with as we live our lives on this earthly land.

Till next time!

Planes

Hi Ya’ll,

I had every intention of writing to ya’ll last week, but that week was a doozy, to be sure. I flew from the Caribbean to MS on Tuesday, and arrived home Wednesday morning! What should have been a 10 hour day, turned into a 34 hour day ( I have an elephant sized hatred for Atlanta; sorry ya’ll).  I had never slept in the airport until Tuesday night. And let me tell you, I’d be ok if I never had to do that again. There’s no sleeping in an airport, I don’t care what they say. It’s cold, and the benches are harder and more uncomfortable than the seats in the planes. I’m still recuperating!  It’s never such an adventure when Will is with me. I like it that way. Smooth sailing.

Don’t we all like it that way? Smooth sailing? When plans and days and moments go just as we had expected and anticipated,  and nothing crazy happens to interfere with what we think our plans should be? Yet, if we’re honest with ourselves, those intentional, extremely thought out plans are never as fun and fruitful as the times when the plans go awry.

I learned a lot about myself on my 34 hour journey home last week. I learned that I was, yet again, stronger and more independent than I thought. I needed that reminder. Island life has spoiled me…. Will is always there to protect me, to lift me up, and to encourage me. The Lord reaffirmed, yet again, that He is always with me. He’s always holding me in His more than capable arms. I’m never alone. We are NEVER alone. The Lord promises to always be with us. Holy Spirit is in our souls. No matter where we are; curled up on a hard airport bench watching Outlander, a comfy and cozy couch with a down feathered blanket, or driving down a deserted road late at night, the Lord’s presence is right there with us. Loving on us, protecting us, guiding us, lighting the way in which we should go.

Perhaps the Lord orchestrated it just so, that I’d be curled up under two airport blankets, because I didn’t think I’d need my own blanket and left it at home, won’t be making that mistake again. Perhaps he made it so that I’d ache so much for Will’s warmth and comfort that I’d remember the Lord’s warmth and comfort is more than enough.

Maybe, just maybe, we need a detour every now and then to remind us who we are. Who our Father is, and how much He loves us and aches over us. I have to tell ya’ll, I’d never felt more lonely than I did in that ATL airport over night. I didn’t meet a single soul to converse with, to vent with about the crazy journey. It was just me and my Lord. I told him how much I disliked my situation, how much I wanted to be in my own bed in my cozy sheets and warm quilt. He told me all is well and I’d be there soon enough, and to release my frustration and be enveloped in His peace and comfort. I went straight to sleep…. for a 20 minute power nap. Funny how those things happen, huh? When we let go of our plans and frustrations and anxieties. He is sufficient, and yet we rarely remember that when we plan and go about the routine of the days.

I’m sitting in my parents’ home, on the comfy, cozy couch with a blanket, and I know that I’ll forget this lesson and will need another reminder. But until then, I’ll pray that I won’t need another ridiculous reminder such as a 30 something hour journey in planes and airports to remind me.

Till next time!

Goodness

Ya’ll,

I want to start off by saying how wonderful it is to know that there are people in your life sent by the Lord to lift you up, to laugh with, to vent to, and to be vulnerable and scared with. When we came to this island, we jumped into this life without any regret, except that we were leaving all of our friends and family, and our PUPPIES. But when you let the Lord lead you 100%, He provides in ways you couldn’t even imagine! He’ll also give you another puppy, which is wonderful until the ticks find your pirate puppy!

It took a semester or so to get our bearings and learn to be content with island life. Ya’ll… island time is SO real, and frustrating as all get out. I’m not a patient person. And I’ll never pray for patience again, because once you say that prayer… situations just happen to arise to test ya and make ya prove you want to be more patient. Now, I look out our window and see the African Tulips, the palm trees, and all the fruit trees, and I can’t help but thank the Lord that we have been given the opportunity to live this life, to live in the Caribbean, to journey through med school with some pretty awesome folks. It’s a slow life, to be sure. Slower than life in the South. And we move quite slow in the South. We savor dinners with friends, conversations had with respect and courtesy. We honor the Sabbath and bless the hearts of those mowing their lawns on Sundays. Life here sometimes reminds me of life back in the South. Sometimes. Like how hot and muggy it gets, but there’s AC back home, so I no longer feel sorry for those folks sweating back home. Sorry, ya’ll. Also, tons of places shut down on Sundays here, like Chik-fil-a. Gosh I miss Chik-fil-a and their honey biscuits and lemonade.

Being forced out of your comfort zone is the way to go. Neither one of us were satisfied with the pattern of working 8-6, dinner at home, picking up the house, laundry, then collapsing in the bed at night without having a real conversation with each other. However, having a dishwasher to do the dishes will NEVER be taken for granted again. We got so involved with the rat race, that we forgot we didn’t want that in the first place. It’s so easy to get to that place. Can I get an amen? We forgot we wanted adventure and a relationship that was deep and personal and intimate, one to be savored at the end of the day. We forgot our marriage was the main priority. The Lord recognized it, and brought us to the only place we would’ve remembered those things. IN THE MIDDLE OF FRUITIN NOWHERE. He knew we wouldn’t change it much without a super crazy big push. Sometimes we need those pushes to remind us of our dreams and longings. Do we listen to those nudges? Or do we put our head down and forget to look up and live a life worth living? Life is so short, ya’ll. Leaving home was the best thing we ever did, for our marriage, and for our souls.

We just spent two hours at brunch chatting and visiting with the sweetest couple known to man, and we never would have met this amazing couple if we hadn’t come here. It’s so fun to watch God work. He brings people to you when you need them. He gives you the strength and confidence and clarity you need to do what He is calling you to do, to survive in the places He takes you.

Time for more coffee and a walk to the beach. Till next time!

History

Ya’ll,

I thought maybe it’d be a good idea to write a little backstory, so that we can get to know each other a little better.

I grew up in the capital city of Mississippi. I’m a super proud Southerner, for sure! Say what ya like, but the folks I’ve known and gotten to know from my home state, have been some of the kindest, most welcoming folks I’ve ever known! We love swings, front porches, and lemonade. We love a good grocery store conversation with a total stranger. Most Southerners love sweet tea… I am not one of those folks. Cucumber water is where it’s at.

When hurricane Katrina blew across our state, she left so much devastation and sadness. Yet oddly enough, thanks to Katrina, I met my lifelong people. A friend of mine and I got uber bored… there’s not much to do when electricity is out, and gas stations are out of gas. So, we walked to church. Thanks to this bored friend of mine and our walk to church, I was introduced to the boy I would marry nine years later! I also met the man who would quickly become my Jesus mentor. He let God work through him to help me conquer my own demons. This church brought me to so many wonderful people, times, and places!  I’ve nearly driven to every state in America for missions and church spring break trips! Traveling is my favorite.

We were married in 2014! The best day EVER. The Lord established our relationship, let us go our separate ways during college, and brought us back together. Our first year, was the TOUGHEST. Seriously. He was in an awful car accident four months into our first year. It was a long struggle of pain, of healing, and growing. God healed Will quickly; a broken sternum is NO joke, ya’ll. We leaned heavily on the Lord, our friends, and our family to help us get through that period of life.

Will has ALWAYS known what his calling in life is, to be a doctor. Me on the other hand, I love to help others in times of struggle, to share in their times of joy and laughter. I taught for a few years, and soon realized that wasn’t the way to go. Sorry I abandoned ship,  teacher friends! Ya’ll, the passionate teachers are without a doubt society’s heroes. I have helped folks find their first homes, and that was SO fun. I’ve worked at a bank, an insurance company, and quite a few other places. Yet still, I have not a clue as to what I’m to do with my whole life. I’m sure God will tell me eventually. Until He tells me how to combine everything into one profession, I’ll continue to help Will get through this med school madness… med school is INSANELY hard, ya’ll. I’ll continue to help whomever is placed in my path to the best of my abilities.  Those who know their calling without a doubt and go for it wholeheartedly, are people I envy! Envy’s a sin, yes I know. We all have our faults.

Now, here we are, living on an island in the Caribbean, trudging through med school. Lord help us. I thought grad school was enough work. Doctors go through the toughest training. Sometimes, Will doesn’t exist much, but it’s totally worth it to see his smile and watch him light up as he tells me what he’s learning. Lord have mercy, I love him so. We’ve almost been on the island for one year. Time flies, when your head is down and ya only look up for three weeks every four months! That’s how that saying goes, right? Semesters here are weird.

That’s our background, the shortest version imaginable, anyways! The breeze is blowing, and it’s semi cloudy here. Thank goodness. Till next time!