I just sent out my second Bridge Internship newsletter. I could post that...but I'm gonna go a bit deeper into my inner workings. If you didnt receive the newsletter and want to, just give me your email address and I'll send it to you.
Something in me doesnt like blogging about myself, but i'm going to do it anyway because I definitely like inviting people into my experiences. Thats contradictory, isnt it?

If you've discussed the future with me in the last year, I would have sounded confident and certain of my plans after graduation. I left some specifics in the air, but the plan was pretty clear cut. In my arrogance, of course I credited this certainty to my understanding of God's calling for me. I didnt think that maybe God was giving me some ideas, but not some certainties. I didnt think that maybe he wouldnt actually only tell me specific plans, when he wasn't telling other people around me specific plans. I realize now that I am so young. I have so little experience. I have so much to learn. I am so eager to learn it all. I want to create community. I want to walk with people and explore with them what it means to love and follow Jesus. I want this to happen in Portland or Seattle. But I dont know if i want to create a network of church plants. I'm not sure that is the way to get people to follow Jesus. I have a strong justice radar implanted in me, and I want to give a voice to those who have none. I realize that since I am so young and just happen to be blessed with a supportive family, I have an abundance of opportunity. I'd love to get a degree in community development. I'd love to travel and experience development work overseas, only if it will inspire and inform me to bring that experience back home. I want to create space for spiritual experience. I want to live in community. I realized that I don't like moving, i don't like recreating my identity. I LOVE getting in a community and knowing the ins and outs of it, the history, what works and doesnt work in it and how I fit in and enhance it.

I also am aware that certain people I know and connections I've had and experiences I've had are pointing me to something that will be fully materialized somewhere down the road, but that scares me because it is really big.

I think thats it right now. Thanks for reading. I like feedback and challenges (and affirmations) to my thinking!

Before I get into what is on my heart tonight, allow me a quick update on why I am in my bedroom posting a blog and not on an airplane flying to the Dominican Republic. Our flight was cancelled today due to storms in New Jersey where we were flying through. They were unable to reroute us, and the next seats arent available until Monday. So we have had to shave three days off our trip. Its really disappointing and I'm pretty bumed, but also there is nothing I can do and so I got homework done tonight that would have otherwise had me backed up for weeks.

So here's what I'm thinking about: Tonight I experienced a tangible insight into how great the heart of God is. Most of the time any insight I have is espteric and theological, the fact of billions of people in the world is impossible to imagine, much less loving them all. And it certainly doesnt spark emotion to think of it.
I saw the movie Amazing Grace tonight, and it roused up the social activist in me (really that doesnt need too much to be aroused). I was excited by their campaigning and effort and compassion, but at the same time stirred and saddened to the point of tears knowing that while outright, visible slavery has been abolished, it still remains strong, but underneath our perception and in ways distant and unfamiliar to most of us...the global sex trade market, child soldiers in Uganda, and so much more i really have no idea of. And then, not slavery exactly, but the refugee camps for citizens of Darfur in Sudan that are said to be protected, but are essentially prisons in the name of governmental protection. The thought of all these is so overwhelming....seeing the brutality several hundred years ago and those who fought to end it and knowing that the focus has just shifted, as it has for all of human history. And as my heart was heavy and I was tearing up, I began to think of how God must see all this. None of this brutality is hidden from him. He sees it all. He sees the oppressors and the oppressed and has compassion on them both. He sees the abuse we are talking about in Family Life and Ministry and the self injury we talk about in youth culture and issues, and the environmental degradation of environmental science and the corruption of religion exposed in church planting and the corruption of even aid workers who have power in participatory development, and he sees so much more and yet somehow it doesnt overwhelm him and he still manages to provide abundance of joy and hope and happines. Ecclessiastes says it really well:

What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eterninty in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil--this is the gift of God. I knw that everything God does will endure forever, nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does this so that men will revere him. (3:9-14).

There is so much hope and purpose and simplicity in that.

Ok I have had three words spoken over me this week and I just want to get them down before I forget!

First, two professors have separately said to me, "may your tribe increase".

Then, my friend Mary told me that she sees me marching around Jericho and tearing down walls that people have built up but they all have red scarves out the windows so they just want the walls torn down for the purpose of redemption and I will walk around the walls and sing God's song and shout and they will come down.

And then Arwyn gave me the verse where David declares "I will be even more undignified than this" and that I am different and people will think that i am bazaar but that I will draw other outsiders into God's kingdom, that I was made to live outside the community of my comfort zone for a purpose.

So that was cool!

This is a paper for a class this week...for principles/practices of evangelism we were supposed to write a paper from the perspective of postmodern evangelism. it could be about anything. I was really frustrated with it, when at midnight the night before I still didn't have any ideas. I started typing and this is what came out. Its cheesy in parts, but thats ok.


(I am just an organism, flailing in the wind.) I am a game: I can win or loose; I..ll only know when my time..s up. *I have a destiny to find and to fulfill.* ..I exist to promote progress and to make the world better... ..I am free to choose my own destiny..I am free to create my own meaning...

*I want my meaning to create me.*

What came first: meaning or creation?

*I want to say meaning. By meaning, I..m assuming we mean purpose. By creation, I..m assuming we mean life. May I make such assumptions?*

The assumption of the trite term of the purpose of life? Yes; it is trite..yet essential.

*Why is it essential?*

Because it is important to my existence. Is it not to yours?

*It is. Import may be relative. Yet..something tells me the meaning of life is an import that is all but universal.*

And what is that meaning? Is that meaning for you my meaning as well?

*To know God. I can..t tell you yours, but I will strive to be a useful resource in helping you find it (yes; correct relation aside, your meaning is to know God). What is your meaning?*

Any and all of the above. Its diluted. Does it matter what I conceive my meaning to be, when the perceptions of others around me may have a different meaning? Like your meaning for me: ..to know God...

*Yes..would you humor my meaning for the time being?*

*I like quests like this. It..s your meaning, I..ll help you.*

*Thank you. This is a quest, isn..t it? I even have an inspiring quote about it! This seems to be....How you search for a kind of truth you can never fully get into your head, so instead you seek to get your head (and heart) into it...*

That sounds almost existential.

*Could be. I was really circling back to my first point: I want my meaning to create me.*

And you said your meaning is to know God. Knowing God will create you.

*Yes. Knowing God gives me a sense of ..ultimate value... It gives me purpose and a track to live my life by.*

Why do you want that track?

*Because I..m such a spaz that I would otherwise be chasing after every next thing that caught my attention. The God thing gives me a perspective to see every next thing in a different light, so I can filter them and can have a standard for choosing what I will let catch my attention.*

I don..t know if I have direction or not, and I certainly don..t think I am missing out if I don..t..the more I experience, the more I can know my purpose as I explore life..s options. I have found out that a good purpose is simple; to be nice and love everybody.

*I like that purpose. I wish it were easier to follow. One of the cool things about my knowing God tack is that it makes things like being nice and loving people more easy. Let me give you an example. As I live with my roommates and know them more, being with them almost constantly, I find myself becoming more like them. My roommate talks in her sleep, something I have never before done. But last night, she heard me tell someone to ..go spice the corn... I think it was her influence that sparked that. Its like an old married couple, who after living so intimately for decades have taken on each others.. characteristics and reflect the same character. If I know God more, I will be more like God.*

What does being more like God involve?

*In theology classes, we talked about some of God..s attributes. I think becoming like God involves taking on those attributes. That is useful to the desire we shared above: to be nice and love everybody. Attributes define who God is. Imagine if these same attributes define who I am: Justice and Integrity, Love with Mercy and with Grace.*

I..m not sure God is all of those things, if He even is.

*Sometimes I..m not sure either. But you..re welcome to find that out along with me.**

This is the first sermon I wrote for my preaching class this semester. Its based on John 17:20-26

Bob Marley and Jesus Christ have the same prayer request.
..One love, one world, give thanks and praise to the Lord and we..ll be all right...
The very fact that Bob Marley had to repeat the request is the least significant of the testimony that Jesus.. prayer for unity remains unanswered today.
What is the significance of that- that Jesus has unanswered prayer? What did he pray for that God has not delivered? Why has God not delivered it? The problem lies in our own stories.
In his keen awareness of the disruption of the human condition, in one pleading proclamation of a prayer, Jesus both prophesied for and petitioned against our human condition of disconnection and division.
John 17 is a deeply intimate picture of Jesus.. heart for humanity. He prays as a drop of water landing in a still pool: for himself as the beginning of the wave of hope his approaching death will bring to the world, as it is carried along by his disciples, and finally for those who have received the message and will carry it to the whole world across the boundaries of history and geography. He did not pray in an image of protection for our safety, nor did he pray in an image of Solomon for our wisdom. He prayed in an image of his very own glory for our unity, for he knows that is where we so easily fall short and repeat this original sin. In the Garden of Eden, the fall of man began the story of our disconnection from God. We are made in God..s image, and our disconnection from him is also manifested in our separation from other people. The consequence of our separation is that the world will not have a basis for believing our testimony about Jesus.. work to reconcile us to God. The consequence of our unity is that the world will see our love between each other and in seeing that, seek God and believe our testimony and themselves be reconciled to God and to each other.
If we love each other with Jesus.. love, then the world can believe our message.
Jesus knows glory beyond what we have seen or imagined and he knows unity beyond what we have seen or imagined, for both were present in him as the world was created. This is all God was before the world was: the glory of a triune community. This is the ultimate existence because it is God..s existence. Jesus stepped out of that comfort and stepped into humanity and into time, and in this scene he is nostalgically remembering that unity and praying that we will experience it as he did. He is prophetically speaking into our division and calling on God to heal it while challenging us to break its hold on us. The tie division has on us keeps us bound separate from each other. Jesus wants us bound, but he wants us bound together so that we may be unified in purpose- the purpose of making him known to the world.
If we love each other with Jesus.. love, then the world can believe our message.
The obvious manifestation of the Christian disconnect is the tragic phenomenon of church splits. When my family was all very new Christians, the church we had found was in the process of a big and deep split. I was too young at the time to know what was going on, but as I grew up I saw the effects on some of the families involved: many of them stopped going to church all together, resentment toward the pastor boiled over even on the children I was friends with; though this pastor had been instrumental in my faith (he baptized my entire family), other girls I were friends with had a terrible dislike of him because of the split. Looking back, I wonder what that looked like to our community; a community where unity and tolerance are the assumed values, where a popular song played every day on the radio sings, ..You say you..re a Christian cuz God made you, You say you..re a Muslim cuz God made you, you say you..re a Hindu and the next man a Jew and we all kill each other cuz God told us to... The community was looking for peace and love between religions, yet we could not even give them peace and love within our own.
If we cannot even love each other, how can we expect anyone to buy our message about God..s love for us and for them?
Less obvious is the tragedy of personal vendettas, quarrels, disputes, grudges, jealousies, resentments, and indignations that tear us apart in our individual relationships. These are a continual reality in each of our lives.
Yet our hearts still struggle with making a Godly kind of unity real. We have been hurt. Others have destroyed our trust; we have failed as a friend. The hurt goes very real and very deep. Can we just ..get over it..? I can..t! I think it requires a Godly perspective to begin to bridge the chasms that have wrenched us apart. This Godly perspective involves seeking God..s vision: If we let this picture of Jesus pleading to God on our behalf sink into our minds, perhaps it will motivate us to seek peace. When I see the hurt and discord in the world, it makes me want to fix it. I want to restore peace to the world! I want to heal lives that are disrupted from political rifts. I want to restore to wholeness the disenfranchised lives of our generations torn by the family separation, division, and tearing that leaves people wounded in the deepest ways. My heart breaks for others whose hearts are breaking. Yet if I examine my own life, and see people in my own family of God that I refuse to relate to, that I avoid and even shun, I am so convicted that I cry to God in the same way Jesus did, but for my own heart to be able to make amends so that the world can be amended. If we love each other with Jesus.. love, then the world can believe our message.
I challenge you to examine your relationships: family, friends, ex-friends, people you pass by on the way to class. Is there peace? Is there unity? Do you see them with Jesus.. love? What kind of sacrifice will it take? Will it take humility? Will it take forgiveness? Will it take honesty? Will it take a small change in attitude and gesture toward someone?
Our divisions and chasms are not so great that God cannot work in our hearts and lives to heal them! Eleven years and three pastors later, our church was looking for a new pastor. The right candidate came, and it was definitely mutual love. However, he would pastor the church unless reconciliation had been sought. So he went individually to each of the families that had been wounded by the split and asked forgiveness on behalf of the church. The result is that now, each of those families has come to church at least once, and many of them are involved again after years of hurt. It taught me a fantastic lesson of humility, and made me seek what I can do to make sure that kind of forgiveness and restoration happens in my personal life.
God has such a high priority on our unity that he is ready and anxious to come into our lives and heal our divisions. When we seek peace and reconciliation, a step is made toward Jesus prayer being answered.

This is a project for my principles and practices of evangelism class...we had to subvert a cultural artifact.


It is no new phenomena that the experience of psychedelic drugs is closely linked to the experience of religious mysticism. Studies in the 1960s first began to show this phenomenon as LSD and other mind-altering drugs circulated the scene. The experience has been described as ..Within 10 or 20 minutes after taking the psychedelic agents, I began to notice a wonderful, dawning sense of euphoria, I was delighted, amazed, and carried away with the sheer majesty and beauty of these sounds which were liquid and tinged with colored lights. I wondered indeed why it is that the ears of man are normally so hard of hearing.... Compare this to the religious persons experience:
..The voice of the LORD is over the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.
4 The voice of the LORD is powerful;
the voice of the LORD is majestic.
7 The voice of the LORD strikes
with flashes of lightning.
9 The voice of the LORD twists the oaks [c]
and strips the forests bare.
And in his temple all cry, "Glory!"...
This summer, Roland Griffiths performed the most recent experiment concerning the correlation between the substances and the religious experiences. Through John Hopkins University, he conducted the experiment with psilocybin, the naturally-occurring hallucinogen found in ..magic ..shrooms... Its effects are comparable to an LSD trip. In the brain, it essentially mimics the effects of serotonin. It is pleasant, confusing, and involves a deep sense of connection to the universe and to others, including profound religious experiences. In the study, 36 volunteers who had no previous experience with hallucinogens were administered safe doses of psilocybin, and recorded its spiritual effects in a survey. An article surmising the experiment from CBS News states, ..Many of the 36 volunteers rated their reaction to a single dose of the drug, called psilocybin, as one of the most meaningful or spiritually significant experiences of their lives. Some compared it to the birth of a child or the death of a parent..Even two months after taking the drug, pronounced SILL-oh-SY-bin, most volunteers said the experience had changed them in beneficial ways, such as making them more compassionate, loving, optimistic and patient. Family members and friends said they noticed a difference, too..That experience included such things as a sense of pure awareness and a merging with ultimate reality, a transcendence of time and space, a feeling of sacredness or awe, and deeply felt positive mood like joy, peace and love. About 80 per cent said that because of the psilocybin experience, they still had a sense of well-being or life satisfaction that was raised either "moderately" or "very much.
What does this do to our understanding of natural religious experiences? The first look at it seems to confirm ideas that religion is a chemical reaction in the brain, as is every other facet of existence; an occurance determined by natural processes and useful to survival; as Marx said, ..religion is the opiate of the masses... What if its more than that? What if the chemical dance that happens in our brain during psychedelic trips is the thwarting of a dance we were given as a gift? Have you ever contemplated infinity? Or even worse, anti-infinity; nothing? Trying to comprehend God gives similar headaches. Yet I want to know him; millions across time and culture have sought knowing him. Sometimes, we..re right. Sometimes, we connect with him in such a way that a ..religious-mystical.. experience takes place. Perhaps the chemicals and neurons and psychological processes in our brain are a reward from God, that holy feeling is a God-high-five. We got something, we experienced a glimpse of his majesty. Through the story of human history, we have records of people experiencing these kinds of crazy holy moments..from the beginning when the world was created as the ..spirit of God hovered over the water.. through Noah..Abraham..Moses..Prophets..Mary..miracles in Jesus time..Revelation. Psilocybin doesn..t rule out God..s real call to ..taste and see... Psilocybin has side effects, negative consequences- in the study, almost a third of the research participants found the drug experience frightening even in the very controlled setting. That suggests people experimenting with the illicit drug on their own could be harmed, Griffiths said. A man involved in a controlled test with LSD, the same man who we heard above describe the glory of the symphony in the first moments of his trip later said, ..About mid-morning I was gripped with a sense of fear. I fought to control myself, which only made matters worse. Suddenly, all the circuits in my brain went wild, running madly out of control like the oscillations in an amplifier with positive feedback. I was caught up into whole universes of insanity. Suddenly everything was hideous, bizarre, tinny, cheap, plastic, metallic, threatening, ugly, hellish. I was desperately frightened. It seemed the universe turned inside and out repeatedly. I was born and reborn and reborn again, but it all was clearly a return to the past and to forgotten childhood goblins and nightmares. I was deeply afraid I'd never return to the real world of real people. These psychotic worlds of my own construction were lonely worlds, there was no one there but me, "myself." I thought how lonely hell must be for the person who says no to love. In the afternoon of my all-day session, I began to be confused. Confusion marks the aftermath of a drug experience, in spite of the beauty and delight of the earlier phases. I was deeply disoriented, wondered who I was, and felt that I'd never be the same. I now knew major changes in my personality would follow. I suspected, for the first time, I'd been the victim of some terrible cosmic lie and had been seduced into a very damaging experience.
It is a shadow (the reality is found in Christ). Come with me and enter into a sacred place, enter into the mystery of God.

I have so many blogs stored up in my mind that I want to get out, but in my absent-mindedness it just doesn't always happen. This one had to happen, however.

The concept of the trinity seemed to be an overarching theme in several of my classes last semester, so I found myself exploring, testing, and experiencing many different analogies and perspectives on this fantastic mystery. A new analogy presented itself to me this week, and I have to put it out there.

I was thinking one morning about that question I have to ask myself every once in a while, partially out of Biblical obedience, but mostly out of my need to reaffirm my own faith: how do I explain why I have the faith perspective that I have, why do i hold so tightly to this one religion and center my whole life around it? Why can't I do anything else? Most of the time my response is a simple "because I have found it effective in my life through my own experiences and the stories of other's experiences". This week, I got something so much more striking, in the form of a trinitarian analogy.

I've decided this summer that someone needs to write a worship song along the theme of "Jesus kicks my a**", meaning the call and challenge of Jesus is for us to be so much greater than what we are. This is where my revelation began: I am so sure of my faith because it challenges me to be so much more than what I can be on my own. Then I realized the other two prongs of this reasoning, this prong being the "Jesus prong". God, as father, has that unconditional love thing, the reality that he will go to any lengths to demonstrate his love for us, and that he will still extend it to us no matter what kind of trouble we get ourselves into. He's the one that says "come just as you are".
Jesus doesn't leave it at that, as I already said. Jesus says, "look at my life as a perfect human being and do that. Be like me. Love people who blow you off, give beyond your natural capacity, live in solidarity with the ones the world sees as most below you. Don't be concerned with your own comfort. And be joyful the whole time." Right, cuz I can so do that. No sweat. I'm glad it's a trinity and not a duality, because the third prong, the Holy Spirit, makes it actually possible to be like Jesus. He reminds us and emboldens us to actually live up to Jesus' challenge. So at any one point in my life, I can be assured that God will love me and will not give up on me as a father, but that Jesus as my brother is calling me toward a greater purpose, with the Spirit enabling that purpose as I invite him to.


Ok, so now just for kicks, an update on my tangible life. School is starting in a few weeks, and I am very excited for new classes, roommates, and my TA position. This summer I am babysitting for my sisters (Carmen and Lily, my nieces are the most amazing little things ever, I am so crazy about them). I taught myself how to sew and am now so into it nothing (even baking!!!) is pulling me away from my machine (which is partially why I'm so lax in blogging. the machine is right next to my computer). And as for future plans, next summer I am interning at the Bridge Church in Portland and am so stoked! THe overall goal after graduation in two years is church planting in the Seattle Area (Theme: Think outside the church) but I have a feeling there will be a few steps in between. I want to plant church communities that are all about the Church as a whole- a global community through history (needs some serious redemption after 2000 years) seeking God's kingdom to be experienced on earth. And I'm really into christian unity, because that is the one thing we see Jesus specifically praying for us about. He knew. And I know I need to do laundry! God bless, thank you for reading, and please challenge me to actually write down what is going on in my mind!

I'll be posting blogs directly from selections in my Africa Journal for a while. I'll try to pick out the most meaningful selections.


May 5, Kumasi, Ghana
I must be insane. I came here completely out of my comfort zone, entirely un-adjusted to anything and having ho idea what to expect. I never have to remind myself, "this is Africa" because no where (except maybe Ps. Emmanuel's car)can I escape the heat and the humidity. The air is this with the aroma of Africa, as my dad told me; it is a smell all its own--woodsy, spicy, heavy. I'm not sure what to do this morning. I told Ps. E that I would sleep till 9. Its past that, and I'm wide awake, and thinking I should get dressed and go out.
Tina knocked and brought me water from brushing my teeth. There is mostly no running water in the house (it comes on around 2 am, and Tina has to fill bucketsful for the day's use). I've been afraid of the toilet. I finally figured out that I need to fill the basin with water from the bucket next to it in order to flush it.
I came out to find a large breakfast- orange juice, apple juice, water, toast, and marmalade were set out for me. Ps. E had me come and make my own eggs, sausage, and baked beans. The eggs were white and slimy and the sausage was the canned kind. It did not feel good going down, and hopefully I won't feel it coming up.


The drive was exciting- we had to stop several times for road work, and when we did (at 11pm!), girls selling nuts, fruit, and oil rushed our windows. The were very curious about the Bruni. I did not know what to say or to do. They all spoke Twi. As we began to drive away, one girl reached in an touched me (more of a punch), and then ran away giggling.


It is quite a city, there is noise all the time! I love cities. I didnt notice the intensity of the heat till now (I thought I did!). They gave me two HUGE bricks of white chocolate (Americans love chocolate) and will take me to the market tomorrow to buy the right coffee. Fantastic hosts. My room is super cute. It is bright sky blue from floor to ceiling, and my bed (full sized) has pink sheets with bright flowers embroidered along one edge.


I came back to meet the lovely girls. Id heard that Abigail is The Boss. She loves to dance and wiggle her little hips around and sing and tell stories (about Mrs. Tiger). Rachel is feisty, Miriam is much more quiet, but loves to play games with me. Emmanuella is clearly the oldest; she has been amazingly sweet. They are teaching me to speak Twi and to play their games. They get so excited when I learn anything! I am catching onto the games much quicker that to the Twi, but I really want to speak it well by the time I go home!
I got to help make dinner in the kitchen, and Tina showed me how to scale a fish. Ive always avoided gutting them at camp, but I feel very good learning it here. They cook everything in Palm Oil, and I do not like it! I hope that I can adjust because it flavors almost all the food.
The girls love their Bay-Hay shirts. My room is so stiflingly hot! The thought that I am here for a whole month is daunting. I am having an amazing time and am so excited for all the things I get to learn and see and experience, but at the same time I am very much out of my comfort zone and in the spotlight.
The girls say, God bless you for your kindness when I give them things. It is the sweetest thing! Down the street in the primary school there is a church service going on- it sounds like a party! Andy Kohl came over earlier- he is a lot of fun; we had a dance party in the kitchen!

No culture shock. No jet lag. Ready to jump back into my life. Last week in Africa was incredible. I participated in 4 days of a 10 day fast, going to 6 hours of prayer meetings per day. Ask me how God showed up.

Tears were in no short supply when I left.

I want to tell you my stories. I don't know where to start, so ask me questions. My cell phone isn't working (heat killed it?).

Its very good to be home. I have a total 0f 158 pages in my journal, so perhaps I will publish those here as I go.

God bless!

I think that line is the only one that has any accuracy.

I confess a slight concern that this trip would alter my vision for ministry, that it would make me want to live in Africa or some such excotic place. Not the case at all...my vision and passion for the nowthwest has only increased since I've been here. All I can think about is how to take my experiences here and make them the most useful for life at home. Everybody is asking me if i can stay, if I would move to Africa. But I am anxious to get home. I will come back and visit, though.

I made the girls french toast this morning...they liked it, but it was too sweet for them with the syrup. They had never seen anything prepared like that though. I am making stuffing tonight at the request of PS. Emmanuel...I'm not a huge stuffing fan, and i don't think its exciting enough for the girl's to really like, but we'll see. Later this week i'll make them Jambalaya., I know that will be a big hit.

Yesterday, Tina went to market and picked up my 6 hand made African casual dresses. They are a bit loose in the waist, but there's not enough time for me to get them altered here so one of my projects when I get home is to learn to alter clothing. I have a lot of projects when I get home.

I am very excited to share with all of you in person about my experiences, and to show my pictures and all that...there is so much good stuff, Ghana is an amazing country...and they are going to the World Cup (I can hear every game from the house; we live so close to the satadium,l and fans get at least as loud as they do at home, only here they are singing gospel songs when they score!)

GOd bless, see you in a week!