Peanut Butter and Jelly on the beach. {A timeless classic.} Ingredients: 1. Approximately 3 Jelly cups from the hotel complimentary breakfast 2. Exactly 2 peanut butter cups...also from the hotel complimentary breakfast. 3. One slice of Trader Joe's sourdough sliced bread Ok ok so you probably already know how to make a PB and J sandwich. But if you are a true connoisseur like me, you know that the type of Jelly or Peanut Butter hardly matters when you are eating a PB and J on the beach. With sand on your toes, salt in your hair, and the remains of the beach water on your skin, the absolute best thing is a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich..no matter what type of peanut butter or jelly was used in the making. Maybe it's the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or maybe it's the beach...but I think there is something about both, together, that inevitably brings one to a state of reflection. Everything else fades away but the crash of the waves...
“All good gifts around us are sent from Heaven above.” That is one of my favorite lyrics from the song "All Good Gifts" in Stephen Schwartz’s boppin’ musical Godspell, which we did at George Fox last year. As I reflect on this past semester, I am in awe at the good gifts around me. Just the other day as I walked to coffee with a new friend, I was astounded by the beautiful gift of a rainbow. And not just any rainbow, a bright, striking, full, double (almost triple) rainbow. I had no control over this rainbow. It was a gift from God. Given through the gifts of rain and sunlight (and all the other science-y things that make rainbows possible). It wasn’t just the existence of the rainbow that was a gift though. I actually almost missed the rainbow. My friend and I had been walking with our backs to the rainbow and almost made it fully across the quad before I turned around and started walking backwards along the path, to illustrate something my beloved past profess...
There’s something so unnatural about being in your early 20s. About becoming an adult. I’m not married, with children, building my own family. Yet, I’m not living at home, under my mother and father’s care, direction, and schedule. This is not a misogynistic statement saying women need men or women must have children to have purpose . I’m all for women being independent (well, I think we all are dependent on people…woman or man…but that’s beside the point). This is me, a newly twenty year old, sitting in a coffee shop, thinking back to moments with my family growing up, and thinking about how much I miss my Mama, and realizing…I don’t live with my family anymore. Thinking about the fact that I haven’t had my family by my side (physically) for two consecutive months now. I’ve done this before…gone months at a time without them. After all, I am a junior in college now. This is my fifth semester living away from home. But…it is SO strange. I mean..I hav...
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