in 24 hours...

in less than a day...
and i'll be donning mittens and scarves and socks and sweaters and electric blankets and...am i going overboard on the cold factor?...
in some ways a year and a half is no time at all, in other ways i can't believe its been that long.
as i spend the morning cramming stuff in my duffel bag, i find my mind drifting towards home. excited and anxious, knowing that the cold won't be the only thing thats a shock to the system. much like the things i'm trying to chuck in my bag, our ladies, staff, and friends overflow in heart. its been a difficult week, and without going into messy details, i simply ask, actually beg for your prayers...please pray for us here in k town. for sb and our ladies, their families, kyle and our staff. may God's peace and comfort cover over the multitude of pain. may God have mercy and reveal great hope...something i'm struggling hard to keep hold of these days...in every facet of my life...in every crack and cranny...i'm asking to see hope.

found in the hands of park street's labouring kiddos...
in the body of the sick, discarded ignored untouched...
in the faces of the madams, women, girls who line familiar alleys...
in the eyes of the addicted, i pray imagination is still not lost...
in the embarce of the suffering, the pain, the heartache...hope can be found?
jesus comes, revealed in pressence. discovered in our being. we're called to suffer with. among. beside. this is what it means to love. when sisters' tears become our own...
and i wonder to myself, somehow hope must be unvieled...
in light of advent and celebrating emmanuel, i see again more clearly the beauty of the savior i follow, the suffering of his heart for his beloved, and what he offers in response to his call to love...


i trully can't wait to see you all. and celebrate this season with so many of you...