I am saying goodbye to Meriliberia for just a while.
Hopping on another ship.
I might be back though.
You can click on the link below only if you want. I have two blogs now and feel quite bloggerific. Checking my blog, writing on my blog, updating my old and new blogs... wondering whose blog to follow. Its a blogging world out there folks. Dont be left behind. Im in cambodia now for a while, so Im bloggin about that. Heck..I might eventually start another blog about my life in Alaska...
call it: My life in a (b)log cabin
hahahaaaa
okayyy im done.
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
This is for Mama Bev
My time here started out with a bang! a clang a clash a crash a motion... of emotions.
Learned quick from Kendell better not be late to devotions
Ma Bev took me under her wing... showed me the ropes. I was her intern daughta
then I got handed off to Taya, building BSF's.. learning all bout da clean wata
The days rolled by like clouds in the wind of the sky we try, we lie, we cry, we shine, we light
MMMMMM and girls! best not be out past mid-night!
I was taught quick the roads of the jungle, the taste of cassava. I was filled in with the things I lack. Eliz would say it was so good to be done with four weeks doing assessment of impact
I watched girls grow like seeds from the ground, like petals on a rose, they tossed they turned like diamonds once burned.. but from ashes and dust, dirt to the touch, they are beautiful. They are whole. They are no longer alone.
Jesus let me see this healing in the wonderful Think Home.
I learned responsibility. I tried to practice positivity. Erred on the side of optimism, avoiding sarcasm (yeaaah right)... hopping on the train of surrender relying on God to be the meander. Jacob wasn't a car crash, just a fender bender ;)
I'll crave zaa zaa's muffins in the morn', the way tito the driver got me my burnt corn, oh the corn, hit the horn, I'm forlorn... they way my clothes and shoes grow moss. what do those white stripes of the flag mean again? Oh yeah, rice and sauce
I was on fire with the highs but down hearted with the dips. I had sorrow in my throat and tried to keep jesus on my lips.
Some though could call meh creepy, a little bit weepy... when I dance I get leapy. Yes of course I watch Joni sleepy and showed Danielle how to shee peee
I cant forget this place or the space, running this race, feeling alone feeling at peace. I grew up, I threw up.... the old self. Now I'm new. Now I'm better. It took burying the chest to find the treasure
Some women here said I was FAT-O! I like to say stalky, hearty, plump, maybe chunky? I'll miss everything about these five months, even being a skud monkey
So I want to say thank you. For making every day new giving me something to chew, something to do, someone to be, finding out who... I AM. You stood by me when I was healthy and when I was sick. Fever, head cold, sore throat, runny tummy, heck! malaria, probably diphtheria...
But you stayed right there.. so THANK YOU. Dont forget about me SP LIBERIA
Learned quick from Kendell better not be late to devotions
Ma Bev took me under her wing... showed me the ropes. I was her intern daughta
then I got handed off to Taya, building BSF's.. learning all bout da clean wata
The days rolled by like clouds in the wind of the sky we try, we lie, we cry, we shine, we light
MMMMMM and girls! best not be out past mid-night!
I was taught quick the roads of the jungle, the taste of cassava. I was filled in with the things I lack. Eliz would say it was so good to be done with four weeks doing assessment of impact
I watched girls grow like seeds from the ground, like petals on a rose, they tossed they turned like diamonds once burned.. but from ashes and dust, dirt to the touch, they are beautiful. They are whole. They are no longer alone.
Jesus let me see this healing in the wonderful Think Home.
I learned responsibility. I tried to practice positivity. Erred on the side of optimism, avoiding sarcasm (yeaaah right)... hopping on the train of surrender relying on God to be the meander. Jacob wasn't a car crash, just a fender bender ;)
I'll crave zaa zaa's muffins in the morn', the way tito the driver got me my burnt corn, oh the corn, hit the horn, I'm forlorn... they way my clothes and shoes grow moss. what do those white stripes of the flag mean again? Oh yeah, rice and sauce
I was on fire with the highs but down hearted with the dips. I had sorrow in my throat and tried to keep jesus on my lips.
Some though could call meh creepy, a little bit weepy... when I dance I get leapy. Yes of course I watch Joni sleepy and showed Danielle how to shee peee
I cant forget this place or the space, running this race, feeling alone feeling at peace. I grew up, I threw up.... the old self. Now I'm new. Now I'm better. It took burying the chest to find the treasure
Some women here said I was FAT-O! I like to say stalky, hearty, plump, maybe chunky? I'll miss everything about these five months, even being a skud monkey
So I want to say thank you. For making every day new giving me something to chew, something to do, someone to be, finding out who... I AM. You stood by me when I was healthy and when I was sick. Fever, head cold, sore throat, runny tummy, heck! malaria, probably diphtheria...
But you stayed right there.. so THANK YOU. Dont forget about me SP LIBERIA
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