Love looks like tea tree oil, ENO afternoons, "take a seat, take a seat, take a load off your feet," getting to talk to mom, getting lost for over an hour, praying for healing, off day pool parties with squad mates, "notes," the beach, sunsets, Fort team time, hashtag feedback, phase 10, #realtalk, testimonies, the thankful game, transparency, and 20 questions
Ministry looks like peeling carrots, dishes, kitchen work, housekeeping, scrubbing toilets, washing floors, folding and rolling, conversations, being "prayer warriors," teatime dates, spontaneous worship nights, the holy spirit all up in this place, balloon animals, craft night, using the fire hose to wash the floor, spring cleaning, feeding dry spaghetti to pigs, powerwashing the ground and harvesting mangos.
Grace looks like sorting vegetables, a superior attitude, being too loud, a dead iPod, a techno-color and cracked iphone screen, hunting down receipts, choosing joy, spiders, driving on the left side of the road, windshield wipers, poisonous snakes, razor sharp pool edges, hitch hiking attempts, random cus words, the swear jar, sick days, alliances, public breast feeding, my robe, 3 hour church services, green bottom ants, eating green bottom ants, Zack the sandlot dog, allergic reactions to mango sap, doctors visits, asking: "what does that look like?"
Praise looks like a warm shower, toilet paper, 5 meals a day, a plethora of chips, feeling normal, picnics and mars bars, yogurt, strawberries, running into squad mates at the night markets, running with podcasts, birthday bonfires for squad mates, an afternoon at the water park, hanging at the ywam base.
Life looks like re-defining beautiful, embracing being uniquely made, being okay with not being okay, dying to my pride, waiting on the lord, stepping out in faith, walking in truth, being vulnerable, opening up the can of intimacy, choosing to see and listen beyond the task.
