And that prayer in Ojibwe..mm mm! I have so much to learn from these people, and I so deeply care about them. My heart is full.
mino-giizhigad
Yesterday some friends and I got to go back to a place that is very special to us, Lac Courte Oreille Indian Reservation. Even though we had just been there about four weeks ago for spring break, this place has a funny way of making you feel like you are coming home. We spent a lot of time in good conversation with many beautiful people, shared a meal with them, collected some sap that was running (in the mud and snow... we're not even going to talk about how I feel about this weather...:)), and were able to learn about the syrup-making process. But my favorite part was getting to experience their drum circle, which was one of the coolest encounters of worship I have seen!
And that prayer in Ojibwe..mm mm! I have so much to learn from these people, and I so deeply care about them. My heart is full. mino-giizhigad
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Over spring break, I went on a trip to Lac Courte Oreille Indian Reservation with Intervarsity, the Christian group on campus that I am passionate about. Because the point of this trip was to love on a culture most of us were unfamiliar with, a week before we left, we were prompted to write poems about our own backgrounds, cultures, and the unique features of our stories. We never did end up sharing them, unfortunately, but this is mine. The process of writing this was a happy one, as I was flooded with memories of the people who mean the most to me and the times I've shared with them. To say that I am grateful just does not suffice. I would encourage you to also take some time to reflect on what characterized your past.
I am from a cul de sac biked around a million times, from full flower beds and driveway cracks I am from bunk beds and Yo-J, from happy summers and chasing the sun Where family means best friends and Mom & Dad have the same Saturday morning spots I am from imagining and creating, with eyes that are wide and watching my father I am from a man whose kind eyes showed me Jesus, with strong hands that taught me His ways From a hard-working woman with curly hair who loves deep, wide, and selflessly I am from a Jeep's left backseat, the middle and right belonging to my sisters- always my sisters, never leaving my side I am from Kathy's house after school, I am from Supermarket Sweep and roundbrush singing, From the "mushroom pool" and snow forts, safe car rides and family dinners I am one of forty kindergarteners who became forty high school graduates I am from selfishness, neediness, brokenness, But I am from two patient and faithful parents I am from a world colored by the grace of knowing a beautiful Lord, I am from the kindness of a Father who gave me these dear souls Hey, friends! Happy Friday. I am very excited about this video project that I had the privilege of being a part of with my dear friends. It is done by the very talented, Lorne Reeves. I hope Jesus uses it to touch many hearts.
oh, He loves us. Easter and family and dear friends and fro-yo runs and Jazz night on Barstow Street and embracing black coffee and funny friends who spontaneously swing dance. (:
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