Drug Dog Attack in the Airport! Yikes!

You got to love the airport. The people-locals and tourists alike taking pictures of things like water fountains and Starbucks, the overpriced Dramamine and water, postcards of whatever city you are in, and the constant reminder of keeping your bags to yourself and no matter how much someone tries to bribe you, do NOT take something from an unknown person onto the plane. Didn't all parents teach their kids not to talk to scary strangers.

So, I have been traveling all over this country this summer. It needs to end. I won't lie I am getting tired of it. I am ready for the day that I am in my house in the "neighborhood" as my friend Sara calls it. Well, two times in two entirely different aiports in two way different places, police dogs came up to me. I mean come on do I look like someone who might have something that the dogs are looking for? Fully expecting for the police dog to attack me, I grabbed on to the seat awaiting the pounce, the teeth, yikes!... Then I think they suddenly forgot that they were fiercious drug hunting people attacking police dogs and turned back into the lazy house mutts because they stopped at my bags twice!! Mouths beginning to water as they smelt my mom's homemade cookies that she sent with me. I felt rather nervous knowing how drug dogs respond when they find something they want...not from experience of course.

On a serious note, I am getting ready to start with Bridges (international student ministry) on August 1. It is coming up fast! Please just keep praying over the time I meet with people in preparation for August and that all the details will be taken care of. I keep going back to the true fact that God continually provides in ways I never would dream of. Even staying with friends is his provision for this period of life.

This week has been a doozy. Watching four kids for a week, teaching 40 hours a week, and prep for Houston. My God is still faithful despite my unfaithfullness. It brings me back to the gospel. Nothing could I have done if it was not for Him loving me first. He shows me that love over and over. I see his faithfullness, his creation, his people (who technically are his creation), his passion to make himself known, to make sure I know his love. The list really does go on. It all points me back to the gospel. All of my life should point me back to Jesus and the gospel and my deep unquenchable desire for a Savior unless it is met by Him alone. Oh my God is good, better than any other god I can put in His place. He is the living God, one that cannot be toppled over, shaken, or moved. He is steadfast.

SO new

So I think everyone starts out their blog with saying they probably have never done this before. But since Jesse wrote my first one, I will not have to do that. I want this to be a place where people can read and be encouraged by my authenticity and what the Lord is doing in the lives of people.

Until next time...

First one

This isn't really Miriam. It's Jesse. But she's standing right next to me.