a thought from "the god who comes" by, carlo carretto.
"Jesus, who is God, is my brother, so my heart need no longer be filled with fear."
Lord, i believe, help my unbelief. that is what i say to this. my heart has been filled with lots of fear this past week. fear of what God's plans for my future are, fear of not raising our hpyl budget, fear of not living out the ways God changed my heart while at ccr, fear of being vulnerable, fear of criticism, and mainly the fear of being who i think people want me to be and not just being who God made me to be. i pray my heart truly believes that God is my brother, so my heart need no longer be filled with fear.

a new take on shopping local...
note that the only shops in hp village are chanel, escada, anthropologie (the only place i can afford in the whole place, besides the grocery store), ralph lauren, tory burch, carolina herrera, etc.

this evening i walked around my street (mainly up my own driveway) and took some pictures. i am trying to become a fabulous photographer, mainly through picture editing, because i just have a normal camera. and, i am not anywhere close to being a professional yet, but it is fun. i love looking for pretty colors and interesting things.

transition from assignment in colorado back to life in texas has been tough. a lot happened in my heart and i dont think i am done processing it, i am just learning how to live it out, and am still pretty tired and desiring lots of alone time.
there are a few things that have been comfort and helped to soothe my heart, which is still beating fast and is anxious as to what life will look like after a month of changes in my soul...
*journaling.
*hanging out with people who bring me life.
*"God delivers and rescues, he works signs and wonders in heaven and on earth." -daniel 6:27
*doing things that my friend wendy says, "allow me to enjoy me".
*the sound of the ceiling fan as i drift off to sleep.

i heart headbands so much.

i cannot wait to see this movie:

places in my heart i want the Lord to keep going when i get home from crooked creek...

be who God made me to be in ministry and not what i think everyone wants me to be.

materialism in dallas is rampant and i have fallen victim to it, and dont want any part of it any longer.

comparison truly is the thief of joy. and i want joy in my life.

i am likeable. and boys even like me sometimes, just for being me.

loving Jesus and people well is what i want to be about when i dont know what to do.

journaling is so good for my soul.

i am almost 30 and still get crushes and want to get married one day and i should not be ashamed that it is something i desire one day but dont have.

working hard and giving my life away gives me life. remember that, erin, when you are tired.

well, right now i really am tired, sleepy that is, so i am going to head to bed.
"he gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart." thank you for gathering me in your arms, Jesus, and carrying me close to your heart this assignment.

for the past month at crooked creek ranch i have been a texan. when people ask where i am from i say, "dallas". and i am realizing now that yes, i will always be a southerner but at the same time, i have come to embrace texas culture (in some ways).here are a few things i love about texas...
floating the river.
i love the casualness of it. the friendships and conversations that happen. the gristmill at the end of the day. the crazy people you encounter along the way. the beautiful hill country. it is the best.

the texas sky.
the vastness of texas and that you can see really far. it doesnt really look like this where i live in dallas, but a mere 25 minutes away it does. i need to take more advantage of that this summer as the days are longer and my schedule is a little bit slower pace.

mexican food.
it doesnt get any better than chuys. if you ever want to get chip faced, give me a call.

style.
and i know this will come as a shock to most of you, but i am getting over my preppyness a little bit too and have begun to truly embrace and would prefer vintage t-shirts, cowboy boots, and anthropologie to polos, sperrys, and ralph lauren. same goes for boys too, except if they liked anthropologie it would be weird.



time for our second to last 15 minutes of silence for my time on assignment. pray that kids would encounter their Savior tonight.
goodnight.

"O, God, I have tasted {your} goodness, and it has satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want {you}; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me {your} glory, I pray, so that I may know {you} indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away." Then give me grace to rise and follow {you} up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long."
In Jesus' Name. Amen.
From "The Pursuit of God" by, A.W. Tozer

images of colorado via shake it photo...

lindsay and the bong got married!

dont we look so anthropolegic?

i love being at young life camp. i love being in colorado. i love being on assignment. lucky me, all are happening right now!

here are a few things i am realizing or re-realizing this first week of camp...

redemption without suffering is cheap grace.

i love high school girls.

i am an approval addict. and when i dont get it, i assume i suck.

caring for college girls gives my heart great life.

the glory of God is man fully alive.

i love my job in young life.

if you dont know what to do, do what you know how to do.

i can sleep without sleeping medicine just fine. and in addition to that, i really do love sleeping.

comparison is still really hard for me.

i can go a week without using my cell phone.

texas heat is way better than cold colorado rain.

my God is mighty to save.

and last but not least, mcdonalds hot fudge sundaes with extra hot fudge are so delicious.