I
honestly can never remember week to week what we do, haha. One of my favorite
parts of this week was some of the boys calling me their “carnalita”. They call
each other carnal, which means almost
the same thing that it does in English, flesh, but here it means brother or
family, as in flesh and blood. And when you add –ita to a word, it means smaller, so carnalita basically means “little flesh and blood”. Dawwh :). To
me, family signifies community and a place of home, and that’s really what I
feel like we’re creating here.
Angie cut my hair tonight, even
though she’s never done it before in her life, only watched it. I was skyping
with Nicole before she did it, and asked if I should let her, and Nicole’s
response (my favorite) is “Duh, of course. Live big.” So I did, and it didn’t
turn out so bad.
I can hear a storm rolling in, and
it makes me nostalgic, makes me desire fewer rules so I can go outside and be a
part of it. I haven’t spent intimate time with God today and I can feel it- I’m
grumpy, twisty, and needing something more than this writing to make me feel
better.
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