Life as we see it demands adventure. It beacons us. It calls us. We can’t avoid it. We can’t get away from it. Adventure is in our hearts. It’s in our bones. It cries out to us. It calls us home.
When God speaks to your heart, I can only say that it has never been written on a billboard, but is always followed with a “You want me to do what?”. In October of 2012, I was blessed enough to join the mission team to our sister church in Sophia, Bulgaria. Honest truth, I had no clue what I had gotten myself into. I knew it was something I wanted to do. I didn’t know at the time it was something I needed to do. I thought in the back of my head that maybe my going over was to be a blessing to the church, but it was me who ended up being blessed in more ways than I can explain.
When we arrived in Sophia, Bulgaria, I was tired but did not want to miss a thing. Sophia is saturated in so much rich diverse culture. And when they say they have history, they mean it. At one point, I stood in a church built close to 300AD. At the Dr. Long church we attended several Bible studies. The night of the mens bible study for me was the point when God said this is why you are here. It was a night of fellowship filled with sharing testimonies, laughter, and of course great food. When we left to go to our rooms, I felt very comfortable there, as if I had become apart of their family.
The next day was a more relaxed day close to the church by their standards of a “short walk away”. That night though I received an emergency call from home saying that I needed to get home quick, that my grandpa didn’t have much time left. I had a moment where I wanted to cry and the focus be me, but instead I sat down to pray. I prayed for the family that I had made in there in Sophia. I prayed for the continued strength and growth of that church. I received such a blessing meeting each person. Thanks to the blessing of the internet I am able to stay in contact with them.
The other blessing is one that I share here at home. The group that went over was a diverse group of individuals. Before hand I would have seen them in passing, but more than likely wouldn’t say more than hello. Now, I call them family. Whether here at home, or thousands of miles away, we share in the joy of being called brothers and sisters in Christ.
My newest coffee mug. Pretty stoked! When you pour coffee in it, the background shows the Northern Lights.
So I know I have done post about him before, but thought I would share some of my favorite Erik Otto pieces.
I’m always posting images of my stuff, things I found online that I like. It seems like a lot of me, me, me. Well it’s time I share some of my friends great works.
I’m hoping more images, artist, and some interviews will follow soon.