Dust From My Rabbi

Life in  my shoes is about to radically change….. but before I can tell you what that is, let me tell ya a little bit about something else that has been on my heart. I promise it will all fit together in the end!

In ancient Israel (around the time of Jesus), the rabbis of the day would teach the Torah to the young Jewish boys. It would be like our elementary school these days except all these boys did was MEMORIZE the entire Torah…..Genesis to Deuteronomy. That’s a lot right? Well after that stage of schooling, many of the children left school to begin learning the trade of their families or to be an apprentice to someone else. Only the best of those who had been in school moved up to the next level of education where they literally memorized the rest of the Hebrew Scriptures… Genesis through Malachi.  Once that level was done most of those kids also ended up going into the family business, but once again, the best of the best extended their education and appealed to rabbis for a position as a disciple. These disciples weren’t just preparing to know what these rabbis knew. They were also learning to be more like their rabbi so obviously the rabbis were picky about who they chose. Only the best of the best of the best became disciples. These disciples would leave their families, their homes, their entire lives to follow in the footsteps of their rabbi. Learning to be like their rabbi, learning to do what their rabbi did. That is ultimately what it means to be a disciple. And one of the cool things about this context is that these disciples would be following their rabbi so closely that by the end of each day, their feet and legs would be completely covered in whatever dirt, dust, etc their rabbi kicked up on the roads. This is where the phrase “may you be covered in the dust of your rabbi” came from and everyone knew what that meant. Basically, you learned what it meant to be a rabbi and a true follower of God by learning to be exactly like your rabbi in every way. You emulated him completely. You literally learned by following his example.

So with that in mind, when Jesus, who many called a rabbi, called to Peter and Andrew and James and John who were fishermen, it was rather odd. Well, that might be putting it mildly. If Peter and Andrew were already fishermen, that meant that they weren’t the best of the best of the best. They had finished their schooling long before and had taken up their father’s trade. To most, Jesus calling to them and asking that they follow him was crazy because he was a rabbi and rabbis didn’t call lowly fishermen. They weren’t “good enough”. But when he called, they literally dropped what they were doing and followed him. Wouldn’t you go? I mean a RABBI came down the beach and asked them to follow him. DUH! You go!

The best part about this is that Jesus chose them, not because they were the best of the best, but because his movement is for everybody: the rich and the poor, the educated and the uneducated. It didn’t matter. Isn’t it interesting? Rabbis didn’t choose people unless they thought those disciples could learn to be like them. For Jesus to pick people who weren’t the scholars was setting his ministry up in that his message was for everyone. And together, those 12 disciples and Jesus changed the world.

So in this next year I am beginning a journey that will literally force me to forsake my life in the States in order to follow him. He’s called  me, a lowly “fisherman” if you will, and like Peter and James did, I am dropping my net to follow him. And I plan on following him so closely that the dust he kicks up on the road will be caked all over me at  each day’s end. Here’s what’s happening:

There is a program through Adventures in Missions called the World Race. No, it’s nothing like the Amazing Race. It’s an 11 month journey around the world literally following Christ into parts of the world where His love needs to be shared. You know, he didn’t hang out with the Pharisees because they weren’t willing to follow him. Instead, he hung out with the tax collectors, the prostitutes, the poor and the weak, the dying, the demon possessed. And as a disciple of Christ who has heard him call that is where I am going. Ya I’m nervous. I’m nervous about the possibility of failure more than I am of safety and having to leave my life behind. But you know what, God believes in me. He wouldn’t have called me if he didn’t think I could follow him. It’s like that saying, “God doesn’t call the equipped. He equips the called”. He BELIEVES in me. And because he believes in me, I know I can do it. It will be a hard year. I will live out of a backpack for 11 months only getting to talk to my family every so often and eating foods I would never try back home. I will see things that will break my heart. But at the same time, I know God is going to use me to demonstrate his love for the nations and that I will grow to be more like him in the process. I simply cannot wait.

So here are the details of my trip (as far as I know them as of now):

The 11 month journey takes us into 11 different countries to minister to. Mine are the following: Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, South Africa, Swaziland, Mozambique, Thailand, Cambodia, Malaysia, Romania, Ukraine. Each country will be different. I could find myself hanging out with orphans (my dream!!), preaching in churches, teaching English, ministering to women and children sex slaves, doing hard labor and so much more. In order to be able to do this, I have to raise $15,500 plus money for/ donations of gear and plane travel to my starting point. This trip is not about me although I fully expect that God will be working on me every moment of this trip. It is ultimately about taking Christ’s love and redemption to the poor and lost of our world. This is not a trip that I can fund by myself. Ultimately only God can make this happen. My prayer is that he does that through people like you who are reading this. I think he is calling me to do  make this journey at this specific time for many reasons. One of those includes the fact that I cannot by any means do this myself. I am used to being in control of finances and have paid for a good chunk of previous mission trips, but this one I simply cannot do alone. I am praying each day for God to help me give the control over to Him. I pray that he will move in your hearts and call you to join with me in this journey through financial support as well as prayer support.

If you do feel called to help bring his love and redemption to many of the lost and broken in the world through me, visit my World Race blog (after Monday June 4) and click on support me. I urge you to follow that blog as well as I will be updating that one *most likely* more often than I will this one. The blog address is: sarahriddlebarger.theworldrace.org

Help me follow in the footsteps of our Savior and may you be covered in the dust of our Savior as well.

Peace in His Calling

I have known for a long time that God had a unique plan for me. I can still remember the first time I felt God calling me to the mission field. At that time, I had no idea he was also calling me to be a teacher as well. One of the missionary families supported by my church gave a presentation on their work and I was engrossed. I was only about 9 years old, but I could feel God tugging at my heart and almost whispering that he had the same kind of experiences in mind for me.  For many years I struggled with that idea. To be honest, there are times I still struggle with that idea. Sometimes I feel quite bipolar about this calling. 

Some days, I simply cannot wait for the day he calls me to begin the adventure. I find myself becoming rather impatient and trying to run on ahead of his plans. (That works well let me tell you.) Teachers ask the all too famous question for any teacher candidate, “Why do you want to be a teacher? What do you plan to do with your degree?” and on and on. At these times, I love to share my reasons and my plans- sometimes…I will admit it comes from my want for recognition. Other times it is simply because I want people to be encouraged and to see how God can use us in the most interesting ways.

Other days, it scares me. There are times I am scared to tell anyone about what God has called me to do. What if I fail? What if it isn’t his calling and it is just something I want out of my life? (This I have struggled with often). Then I get into the process of thinking where he could possibly send me and I think:

What if He calls me into a place where war is about to be declared? What if He leads me into a desperate place where I have no answers to all the pain and suffering around me? What if I’m with Him in one of the literal darkest, most frightening places on the planet? What if something serious happens to me while I am there? What about my family? What if…..

And then oddly enough on these days, God brings a sense of peace over me…. and as terrifying as following God’s calling seems to me sometimes, my soul simply says, “Yes, God. Yes. Even if I have to go to the scariest place I can imagine, even if the world literally starts to crash down around me, even if I never see the people I love again, even if something happens to me or I cannot provide all the answers for the people I will be trying to reach. My heart and my soul are here for You to use.”

Who is the Gospel for, if not the most desperate?

What is the Gospel made for, if not the most dire situation?

When is the Gospel to ever find a more perfect time than people looking for a miracle from God?

I’ve realized that skirting the dangers for my benefit is not what the Gospel demands.

I believe God is sending his army- including me to those who need to be shown His enduring love and that in those times of doubt and sheer frailty, Satan is doing everything he can to keep us (me) out.

I’ve struggled for years with the idea that I am not the strongest Christian out there- and actually what really defines a “strong Christian” anyway? I struggle with prayer and I struggle with sharing the Gospel through words. And Satan has tried his hardest to use those weaknesses against me in my mind. But I am not going to let him win. Even if I am not the best evangelist, I care for people and I show them love through actions. Even if I am not the best at praying, God knows my heart even if I can’t speak the “right” words. Therefore, I believe that I’m ready to go wherever and whenever He calls, to do whatever He says, and to lose all of myself in the process. I am not afraid of what lies ahead because of the One who has gone before, the ONe who lies within. 

If Jesus is close to the brokenhearted, He is in every aspect of the place he decides to send me. And He wants to put a voice to his presence. He’s sending me. And though I don’t know when and I still struggle with patience and doubt in His timing, I will still trust. And though tomorrow might bring disappointment, I still will trust. And though tomorrow might bring jubilation, I still will trust. And though tomorrow might bring war and famine and poverty, and widows, and orphans, and death, I still will trust. 

God is never giving up. He’s pursuing His children with all He has. Declarations of war do not surprise Him. Human weakness does not stop him and neither do those matter. He is bringing His light in the midst of darkness, His comfort admits the carnage, His truth against the lies.

God is so much bigger than war, failure, famine, doubt, and all the other fears and dangers that could await me wherever He sends me. Jesus, much more powerful than the echelons of man. Holy Spirit, more tenacious than any army.

And with that in mind, my soul and my heart are at peace. I will be at peace even though it scares me to death sometimes. Tomorrow, come what may, I know God has a plan. And whether I am jetting towards the place He has called me for in days, months, years…..God is already there. He always has been. He always will be. But He’s going to let me be a part of it. He’s giving me the gift of making my life count. Not in the spotless halls of corporate wealth, but in the dirt and mud, holding onto the ones He loves. He’s never letting go of them or me. 

Come what may, He’s never letting go. 

Embracing my Struggles and Running Toward Him

Today I found out about an amazing missions opportunity and began the application. For those of you who don’t know, my heart is deeply rooted in serving Christ overseas when I graduate and this opportunity is something I am seriously considering and praying about. (Side Note: If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate all of you praying for me as I seek God’s council in this. It could be a life altering experience and I just need to know if it’s what He has planned for me. Thanks!)

Anyway, I started filling out the application because I know I am going to get pretty busy here in the next few months and it would just be a good idea to at least have some of it done just in case He says yes. Now, most applications for mission trips ask you about your relationship with Christ and maybe a little bit about you. They never truly seem to get down to the very specific parts of your life journey though. This application, however; did. And let me tell you, it was brutal and extremely hard to answer those questions. I had to continually stop typing because I literally couldn’t see the screen I was crying so hard. And now you are all proably wondering why I would ever want to fill out an application that made me bawl my eyes out right?! Well here is the beauty in it- As I was literally writing about some of the struggles and painful experiences in  my life, a thought came to my mind. It was another one of those thoughts that came directly from God because no way would I ever think of this myself. He told me “This is why I died for you. Even though you’ve sinned and messed up countless times and experienced things that no one should ever have to go though, I still love you. I LOVE you and I will carry you in my arms all the days of your life. You are mine and no one can take you away from me.” Wow. Powerful words. This is exactly what I needed to hear.

I go through so many days of life pushing those experiences and struggles as deep down as I can because they hurt, I am ashamed of them, and I don’t like having to remember. So many people who “know” me would never know most of what I had to write on that application because I have done a pretty solid job of stuffing it all away. Only a few very close friends and family members know a good deal of it, and even then, if I was completely honest, only God knows all of it.

We all have things in our lives that we keep hidden- out of shame, regret, or maybe simply because we don’t like to share everything with everyone. I have recognized in myself the same characteristics that Adam and Eve dealt with after they ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. I am ashamed of a lot of things in my past, whether I actually commited the acts or if they were done against me. And I find myself behaving the same way Adam and Eve did- by hiding from God and believing he can’t see it all. But he can- and he does. I cannot hide my struggles and problems from Him any more than a two year old can hide the fact that he has been in the cookie jar when his face has chocolate smudged all over it. He knows. He knows it all and he cares for me and loves me just the same.

I have got to stop trying to hide all my pain from Him. The only way I will ever fully be able to stand up proud and confident is if I allow Him to take all those burdens away- if I allow Him to carry them for me. God’s going to hold my heart. He’s going to be there when I fall and when I struggle. I only need to trust Him and allow Him to be there. We all have things in our past that we are not proud of, but that is what can give us such a great testimony! God puts us in tough situations for a reason and although we often don’t understand why, it all works into his plan perfectly. All I need to do is give up my hurt and pain to him and let him carry my burdens. He can handle it!

You Are More!

Let me start out by saying this: I love Tenth Avenue North. You know those songs or artists that just seem to get you? The ones that somehow come up with the words you’ve been feeling for so long, but cannot seem to intelligently get out? Well, Tenth Avenue North is one of those artists for me. I  swear that they must be tapping into my brain.

Anyway, tonight a thought just came to me. It was simply this….you are more.

“What?”, I thought. “I’m more than…..than what exactly?”

Then it came again. “You are more.”

“Well, alright…glad to know that.” I started going on with my night. But then I thought back to the strange thought. And the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if it was God trying to tell me something.

Now, we all struggle with dealing with failure daily. Yes, even failure to stop at a stop sign counts! For me, failure is hard to deal with. I want to do well. I want everything to go the way I plan and imagine it will go. Unfortunately, that rarely happens. Sometimes I get so frustrated with failure. The biggest failure I face every day is my sin. I cannot for the world get around it. It happens daily, hourly, probably every minute and that drives me nuts. After all, I am supposed to be refining myself to be more like Christ right? True, but I’m not perfect and I am going to sin again. I feel so ashamed and guilty like I should be doing so much better than I am. And sometimes I feel like God is just one day going to decide I am not worth it. Now in my heart, I know he won’t ever give up on me. He loves me unconditionally. It doesn’t matter how much I fail to obey him , He will always be there to shower me with his love. It’s a hard concept for me to grasp at times because regular people don’t do that. We are so quick to find fault with each other (and I am completely guilty of this), yet we are much more reluctant to simply forgive each other for those faults and failures. Sometimes I find myself putting God in the same category as people, forgetting that He isn’t a person. God is God. He commits no wrong. He loves despite our wrongs. But I am so ashamed of my faults sometimes that I am afraid to let my secrets come out in front of him- which is silly because he already knows. I have even found myself pretending that I have done nothing wrong. And that is when God sends me a thought bubble saying, “You are more.” It’s then that I start recalling Tenth Avenue North lyrics. It’s like God just knows I need to remember his promise. He loves me. His love reaches over and underneath, inside and in-between. It reaches toward me when I doubt Him or myself and when I am so broken that I cannot fathom ever healing again. And most of all, it’s there in my sorrow and under the weight of my shame. God knows I am going to disobey Him. He knows it. And yet, His love for me never changes. He will never forsake me.

Again he says “You are more” once I have come to realize he isn’t going anywhere. Now I start to understand what He means. I am more than my faults and failures. People often say that what you do makes you who you are and I can understand how they think that. I don’t disagree with them on a level that they are simply trying to make people understand that there are consequences to their choices. But here is the gospel: Where you end up is not who you are. What you do is not who you are. If you are in Christ, who you are is what has been done for you. We are going to screw up ALL the time, but how else do you think God can call us said screw ups a “new creation?” I AM MORE than my faults and failures because I have been made new in Christ. I am still going to mess up, and mess up often, but when Christ died on the cross for me, things changed. I am his child now and I am what has been done for me. It’s like Pope John Paul III said, “We are not made from the sum of our weakness. We are the sum of our Father’s love for us.” I am a child of God in spite of myself and nothing can ever break me from that.

“you are more than the choices that you’ve made
you are more than the sum of your past mistakes
you are more than the problems you create
you’ve been remade

cause this is not about what you’ve done
but what’s been done for you
this is not about where you’ve been
but where your brokenness brings you to
this is not about what you feel
but what He felt to forgive you
and what He felt to make you new.”

-Tenth Ave North “You Are More”

Talking With Jesus- Trusting Him With My Life

One thing I have been trying to work on this year is prayer. I have a bad habit of only really talking to Christ when I feel I need his help and I want to change that. They say it takes 30 days to make a habit. I am on day two and it feels great. My 15-20 minute drives to and from my Practicum school are the perfect time for me to make sure I am talking to him on a daily basis. With the beautiful, snow-covered mountains out one window and the wide open plains out the other, it is hard not to want to praise Him. I’ve literally been talking out loud to him the entire way there and back for the past few days and sometimes I get there and don’t even realize I am there. Guess that is a good thing right? I’m sure I look a little funny to those who are speeding past me on their way to work. O well!

One thing that has really been on my heart lately is finding the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Every girl dreams of it, and unfortunately logging onto Pinterest doesn’t help. Sure, I’ve dated, but I haven’t found that person who was made to be my partner in life yet. I have a lot of friends who are dating or engaged and more who have gotten married in the past few years than I can count. It leaves a girl wondering, struggling with when that perfect man is gonna show up for her. 

So I had a chat with God about it. It was really more me spouting off what was in my head/ heart. I am a pretty independent young woman partly from genetics and partly because that is just me and how I grew up. Nevertheless, it’s always nice to 1) be loved and 2) have the knowledge of your future in your hands. Unfortunately, that second part isn’t going to happen. Only God knows what is truly in my future…and sometimes it is very hard to deal with not knowing. I’ll be the first to admit I struggle with that.  

If any of you have read Elizabeth Elliot’s “Passion and Purity” then you know that even she struggled with the same thing, but ultimately found peace in God’s answer. His answer was simple. Trust him. She was at peace with the thought that she could be single for her entire life or that she could eventually marry Jim. She trusted God in that area of life. Every time I start to struggle with this aspect of life, I always think back to her…and go read the book again. It’s pretty well-worn now.

So in one of these chats with God on my way to the school, I talked about my fears and my struggle with that aspect of life. I got all my thoughts out and then it was like all of a sudden, a complete peace concerning it came over me. I can’t even describe it. I just knew that God was in control and he has a wonderful plan for my life. If that includes marrying a man after Christ’s heart, great. I am definitely all for it. On the other hand, if that isn’t something he has planned for me, then I accept it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how much he has already blessed me with. I have a full life already. I have a career path that I know he has designed just for me and students that love me and I love back. I have a family who supports me in my decisions and love me no matter what. And above all else, I have him. He is ultimately all I need. I’m ready to trust him completely with this area of my life and stop doubting my future. He has it under control.

Nevertheless, I still pray for the man I will (hopefully) marry if he is out there…and logging into Pinterest adding things to the “wedding ideas” board that every girl admits to having. , I hope that he is praying for me as well, but maybe not adding to a Pinterest board haha.

Can’t wait to have more thought-provoking talks with God on the way to school! Just so you know, I do talk to him more than that…that time is just very special in a way that I can’t explain.


I Love My Students

I am currently in my Practicum semester for my Elementary Education degree and I have been placed in an ESL pull-out classroom. What is great about this is that I get to know my kids very well since I only have a max of seven kids in the room at a time. I also get to work with students from each grade level k-5 so it is preparing me to work with any age group! Anyway, I was working with my first grade students on Tuesday and one of these kiddos, Carson, was refusing to draw a dragon like the activity directions told him to. I tried encouraging him (I know how well he can draw), but he still refused. I then asked him why he didn’t want to draw one and he explained to me that he believes himself to be bad at drawing. In my quick response, I decided to draw an AWFUL looking dragon to make him feel better and hopefully encourage him to draw a better one. Well, it worked and his dragon looked awesome. It was breathing fire and everything. Later, after helping other students in the class, I sit down at my desk…only to find the piece of paper with my drawing on it with the sentence “It is bad” underneath my picture. Another one of my students had picked up the paper not knowing why I had drawn it so terribly. I really can draw, I promise!! This kid Juan, decided he needed to let me know just how bad it was. I guess I should take that as a lesson in humility or something.  All I could do was laugh and stick it in my “Memories of 2012” jar.

Today, Thursday, (I only go to the school twice a week) my third grade kids decided they needed to know how tall they were compared to me and to each other. After about 20 minutes, we figured it all out. Javan, my obnoxious but totally cute and sweet kid who can talk up a storm decided to tell me I was very short and that one day he would be much bigger than me. I should tell you that he is the shortest of the group too which makes it quite ironic. He then decided that was mean and added, “But it’s ok. For now we are all short and short people have to stick together!” He gave me a hug after that and made it all better. 🙂

I love my students.

Sarah’s 2012 Book List

Here is my list so far for my 2012 Book Challenge. This is most certainly not the entire list….only the ones I bought home with me for Christmas break that I have not been able to read yet. A longer list will begin as soon as I get back to my apartment at school! Now I have to finish the book I am currently reading (A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett) before the 1st so I can start a new one immediately! Hope ya’ll are willing to join me!

The Snow Angel by Glenn Beck

Being George Washington by Glenn Beck

Keeping Score by Linda Sue Park

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott

Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott

Jo’s Boys by Louisa May Alcott

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

The 5000 Year Leap by W Cleon Skousen

The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom (again, didn’t appreciate it the first time)

Mao’s Great Famine by Frank Dikotter

Lost December by Richard Paul Evans

Persuasion by Jane Austen

My Friend Flicka by Mary O’Hara

Rules of Civility ( originally by George Washington)

Christy by Catherine Marshall

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Lady Susan/ The Watsons/ and Sandition by Jane Austen

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

The Wednesday Letters by Jason F. Wright 

2012 Book Challenge

Alright all you readers, a wonderful woman who writes a blog I am in love with posted about a book challenge for this coming year and it has me super excited! She and a friend plan on reading 104 books this year Jan 1, 2012- Dec 31, 2012. That’s 2 books a week for those of you who don’t want to do the math. Now, seeing that I am a college student and it is going to be a very stressful, busy semester, I may not be able to reach that high of a goal. Her challenge got me very excited though, so I plan on setting a goal for myself of reading as many books on my bookshelf in my apartment as I possibly can before the year is up. Most of you don’t know, but my bookshelf is double stacked mainly with books that I have bought, but have not read yet. (I have a slight addiction to buying books…I’m working on it) For this challenge, if you would like to join, any book counts (as long as you read the entire thing). I’d count textbooks…..but most of us don’t really even read those ha! Anyway, kids books, political books, the Bible, cookbooks, whatever; they can all count! I’ll even count Calvin and Hobbes. I know a lot of my friends are not readers themselves for many different reasons, but I think this challenge could really help encourage you, knowing other people are doing it too. Sometimes it takes a while to find the kind of genre that interests you and doing a challenge like this is the perfect way to find it!  I think it could also be a great way to share good books! Write me and tell me what books you are reading or where you should start if you like. Books are wonderful, valuable treasures. As is quoted from the Love Comes Softly movie (also a book, go figure). ” Once you can read, you can have every adventure you ever dreamed of.” Books are my escape from reality and one of the most important ways I expand my knowledge about the world around me. Join me in this challenge for the coming year. You don’t have to set such a lofty goal as I am, just set one high enough to challenge yourself….who knows, you might break it by more than you expect! I’m telling you, you won’t be sorry you did!

You can see the original challenge below:


I Am……A Poem of the Simple Things in Baseball

I took a writing class this semester and we had to create a multi-genre life story book for someone we know. The goal was to write in at least 4 different genres and then give the book to the person we wrote for at the end of the semester. I was so excited, but I could not figure out who I wanted to write it to for the world! Then I thought of it. Nathan is an amazing baseball player for his age and sometimes he does not understand why he is the youngest in our family. So to make him feel extra important, I decided to write it to him….and all about baseball! This is the poem I wrote for him. Hope you enjoy!

I am the old, little glove passed down from your brother

I am the helmet a little too big for your head

I am the muddy cleats after a rainy practice

I am your posse of fans in the stands cheering your name

I am the hours your family spent teaching you how to play

I am your first proudly worn jersey with your favorite number

I am the crack of the bat as you hit your first home run

I am the 6-4-3 double play you wowed the crowd with

I am the experience of a major league game

I am the hours of practice it took to get your swing down

I am the smell of pine oil on your new wooden bat

I am getting to meet your heroes of the game

I am the pride written on your face after you make a big play

I am the dirt smeared on your pants after a perfect slide

I am the crackle of cracker jacks and smell of peanuts eaten by the fans

I am the tears rolling down your face when you strike out, but

I am the wild cheers you hear after winning a big game

I am the importance of the last out

I am the love for the game passed down from your sister

I am the wad of gum you snuck out of mom’s purse for the game

I am the fresh-cut grass and the spotlights shining on the field

I am the “SAFE!” call at the plate giving you the lead

I am the showering of sunflower seeds and

I am the welcoming hugs and congratulations in the dugout

I am the friendships made, and

I am the lessons learned on and off the field

I am the encouraging coach, friends, and family helping you through a slump

I am the adjustment to your stance that sends the ball soaring

I am the memories made on the late summer nights

I am the little things that made the experience great

I am the pure enjoyment of the game…


Just the heart of a girl who passionately pursues Christ