Monthly Archives: January 2016


Last post I said I would write about MLK and what he stood for, what he did for the country, how it’s still influencing us today.  I also wanted to write about what I feel like is in store for me (and my community?) this year.

I may not get to that….

Partly, I feel like I’ve waited too long on the MLK idea.  And I trust that what I would have written about will come up in future posts.  As for what’s in store for my life (and, by proximity, my housemates) – that also will just come out in my writing…

Because I plan to write more often!!  (For real this time).

Several conversations over the last week or so have spurred this on.  I do feel like there is so much happening around me and processing through because of community, the neighborhood, work, our curriculum and just living life.  Honestly, I may not have written as much earlier because there was TOO much to think about.

So I got an idea earlier this week. One “easy” place to start is if I just share about the Mission Year values.  There are eight, so that’s eight blog themes to start with.  And I know there is plenty to share about each of them.  And, in theory, the people who care about me, and what I’m doing, want to hear about them??  Hopefully I can write about one of the values each week.  The values of diversity, church partnership, solidarity, faith, community, justice, neighborhood and service – which are becoming MY values as I learn and lean into them for this year.

Be looking for those to come out soon (hopefully one or more?? each week). As always, feel free to send me suggestions for posts, or email/mail letters so I know what YOU are up to as well!


Monday the 18th (Some Days)

Some days don’t follow the routine that you’ve set in place.

Some days you get more than you expect.

Monday was Martin Luther King Jr Day.  As I work at a school, I had the day off, and was able to join to of my housemates at their work for the day.  I got to join in a Food Fair with Can Do Houston in Independence Heights. The other volunteers were wonderful – sharing their stories with me, though many were surprised that I would volunteer on my birthday.  After bagging up onions, grapefruit and other food, I helped the men get the boxes to families in their cars.  Did I know I would be sore as soon as we started? Yes.  Was it worth it? Absolutely.  Lunch was excellent soul food with Kelvin, the organizer, and several other volunteers, followed by a spur-of-the-moment dance party.

Kailynne, Kenzie and I headed down to Rothko Chapel, because they were playing MLK speeches intermittently throughout the day.  Before making it there, we grabbed some free cheese from a restaurant and enjoyed the sun in a park.  We found so,me seats and listened to the “I Have a Dream” speech.  Though I have heard the speech several times before, it seemed to mean more this year (I hope to write a separate blog)

“Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.”

The evening back home was filled with an amazing dinner, stories of what each of us had done to celebrate MLK, and amazing cheesecake for my birthday (plus awful singing of Happy Birthday), and our birthday gifts of affirmations.

I’m not sure that I expected all of this to happen in one day. I do know that something big is in store for this upcoming year (again, I’ll blog more about this later).  God has more for us than we realize.

Some days you just need to be flexible and go with the flow.

Some days, if you open your eyes and look around, you’ll see greatness.

Some days you just need to be.


Alright.  Not sure what all is going to be said during this, but I’m at the library for some internet, and figured I should make some sort of update.

I went home for winter/Christmas break.  How great it was to spend some time with family, enjoying amazing food and laughter with loved ones that I don’t see often enough.

I’ve been back now for a week.  The students are back at the school where I work.  My housemates and I have gotten back into our wonderful, albeit tough at times, routine and rhythm of community life – early morning devo, cooking for 8 people, prayer, etc.

The whole leaving/having a break and returning has been more unscripted than I expected.  Plans were very flexible at home, which left me time to just relax.  Being back in Houston is much different than being at home.  Not that either is bad, but it’s taken some getting used to – being back in community.

Ah, community.  Something I enjoy, yet know is difficult.  Community being a ragtag group of people, choosing to live together (or near each other) and do lots (in our case ALL) of life together.  People with whom you share joys and pains and tears and laughter… lots of laughter at our 3rd Ward house.  Community.  It doesn’t always make sense, but it is always good.  Tough love…. true love.  Community is living life unscripted.