Sunday, August 18, 2013

Fair Weather

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  Okay, so I have a confession to make. Before last night, I'd never been to a real county fair. Sure, growing up we had the Tri-County Fair, but it consisted solely of livestock, a rodeo/tractor pull, and little old ladies selling quilts. There might have been a few rides, but I obviously wasn't allowed to ride them (hello shoddy upkeep.) So I was pumped to visit one of the best fairs in the entire nation: Wilson County Fair. It was so. much. fun. My friends and I were most concerned with finding the best fair food. We settled on polish sausage, corn dogs, funnel cakes, and fried oreos. We also drank more sarsparilla than I care to admit.

Some of our other friends made fun of us for spending most of our time in the poultry and bunny tent. But look at that rabbit. It was all I could do not to buy it.

Visiting the fair was the best possible way to say goodbye to summer! I move back into the dorm tomorrow. It's crazy that this might be my last year of college. ( I refuse to admit that I will probably not graduate on time.) Anyway, it's going to be a hectic week getting all the new freshmen and transfers settled in before we start school next week. It seems like just yesterday I was a terrified college freshman with the whole world at my feet. Crazy to think I'm now knocking on the door of real life.


Monday, August 5, 2013


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 Goodness. Looking back through these pictures from Morocco has been an emotional roller coaster. Morocco was the hardest place; the farthest outside of my comfort zone. I've spent my entire life safe and cozy in the Bible belt. To trade steeples for minarets was incredibly difficult. To be one of the only Christians in an entire nation? Heartbreaking. 

We couldn't witness in Morocco. Not in the traditional sense. While it isn't illegal to be a Christian in Morocco, it is illegal to proselytize, as well as convert from Islam to Christianity. Our witness and testimony was in our actions and love. We separated in to small groups and stayed in Moroccan homes.  We walked around the city and prayed. We prayed so hard. 

I didn't get many pictures in Morocco. It rained nearly the entire time, and I was cautious to use my camera as many people begged me not to take their picture any time I had it out. Many were wary of us as Americans already. I didn't want to make matters worse for us, as we were in an already precarious situation. 

As hard as it was in Morocco, I truly did enjoy my time in Fez. I felt as if I were walking the streets of Aladdin. It was absolutely beautiful. We stayed in the Old City, which was quite the cultural experience.  It was also really neat to see the Volubilis.

You can read a more comprehensive overview of my trip here.

Pray for the people of Morocco, that they would be open to Christianity, to what Christianity truly is, as their perception of Christ is incredibly skewed. Pray for open hearts. 

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