Tuesday, April 26, 2016


(photo taken by Jessica Jansma)

Some are grateful for books or school's end;
I am thankful for family and friends. 
Some doubt a friend's love stays forever;
But friendship is a precious treasure. 

A friend adds joyful times to our lives
and is there when hard trouble arise.
Whenever you need a listening ear,
You can rely on them to be near.

Even when hardships occur, don't worry.
Your friendship doesn't have to turn blurry.
So, please don't give up on your friendship
Because life is only a short blip.

eighteen more days until my best friend comes down to brasil for a visit!

Monday, April 25, 2016

an inspiration

"and people who do not know the Lord ask why in the world we waste our lives as missionaries. they forget that they too are expending their lives... and when the bubble has burst they will have nothing of eternal significance to show for the years they have wasted." -nate saint


Sunday, April 17, 2016

a night not soon forgotten

lying in my hammock, i treasured the moment, not wanting the night to end. 
memorizing the sound of the frogs croaking and the the crickets chirping...feeling the sway of my hammock as I lay bundled up in my blanket...knowing my friend below me was finding a comfortable position in her hammock...hearing familiar voices in the distance which would be a topic of conversation the following day... going over all that happened  so the camping trip would be ingrained in my brain and would never be forgotten...wanting to stay awake so the day wouldn't have to end...thanking my precious and wondrous God for nature and the life I grew up in...i drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

jungle rain

there is something about jungle rain that is so perfect. maybe it is the way it falls lightly on your head as you climb under the branches or the way all the leaves glisten with fresh rain drops. the sunlight shining on the falling water gives a beauty above all else.  the movement of trees caused from the cold wind above intrigues me. even the damp leaves under my feet that few have trodden on hold untold beauty. the smell of rain and green plants is great. the best  part though is how the wet jungle shows the power and creativity of the one true God. my God. when i walk through the jungle rain i feel at peace knowing that my Creator is nearby and will never leave me. after a stressful day at school, i can walk under those huge trees that have been growing for years and suddenly all my problems and trials seem small and unimportant.
however, sometimes that jungle rain turns into a storm. The thunder rumbling and lightening cracking makes me want to roll up in a tight ball and hide away like all the spiders, lizards, and snakes on the jungle floor. watching the lightening destroy the foliage makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. the wind tearing the trees down just like Hitler tearing down the Jews intensifies the agony. the storm seems to drag on for so long; however, it always ends.

none to soon the rumbling fades and the bright flashes are spaced wider apart. soon all i see is the destruction the storm left behind. but when i go back to the jungle next time that destruction will be gone, turned into natural beauty.

the jungle is so like my life. when a light rain comes it seems like nothing could ever go wrong and i have everything under-control. i can see all the beauty in this world and my Heavenly Father appears close. though because of sin there has to be those times were the world appears upside down. day after day is terrible. homework is thrust upon us like never before bringing loads of stress. Then i just want to shrink up in my bed and have everything be all right. thankfully those times always come to an end. my life is a cycle. a never ending wheel of good times and bad.