a time to rest.

well, i broke my ankle. actually, i broke my fibula [which i hear is a leg bone] but very near to my ankle.

i was at our annual STINT briefing last week, along with 250 others like me who are going to the world. it was such a joy to be around friends and to see their excitement as they head to places like mexico, france, north africa, japan, bosnia, and so so so many more.

it was on my way down from copper mountain [after ski lifting and having lunch at the top] that i slipped and fell. it seemed like such a minor fall- there was no dramatic tumbling, no paraphenalia flying, and no jean tearing. but there was a broken fibula. yikes.

i'm currently spending my days in a splint, waiting for the swelling to go down so that i can find my way into a hard cast. pray that nothing shifts- i sure don't want to have surgery on the september agenda.

and speaking of agendas, it looks as if the Lord has a little bit up His sleeve. i still plan to be italy bound as soon as possible. it just looks like it won't be happening alongside my teammates. but the Lord is good. He is in control. i don't know why, or what He has in store for these upcoming weeks, but i know it will be good. and it will be best.

please pray for a speedy recovery, for complete restoration, and for sweet times with Jesus.

enough.

this is a must listen.

giving up.

the following song by ingrid michaelson has been sinking in these last few days. i would say that i have let the 'what ifs' of life freak me out over these last two weeks. i'm giving up. i'm giving up on not trusting the Lord. i'm giving up on trying to figure all this out on my own... and seeing a bunch of half-empty glasses. He is in control. i need to stop fretting over my own contingency plans. give this song a listen- her voice is magnificent:

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there's always cups in the sink?
What if I'm not what you think I am?

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

What if our baby comes home after nine?
What it your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes? Then I'll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

I am giving up
I am giving up
I am giving up on greener grasses

I am giving up for you
I am giving up for you
I am giving up

-ingrid michaelson.