Pocket Painter Ponies

It's really hard to articulate my overwhelming joy at this moment, but I have to try.

Years ago, I discovered Pocket Painter Ponies with these incredible girls, and my life has never been the same since. I still can't tell you what a Pocket Painter Pony is, but I'm so grateful for the bond it's created between the three of us. These girls haven't always liked me through the years since that first Barnes and Noble excursion where we almost got kicked out of the store because we were laughing so loudly. In fact, I've received some loathing looks and snarky statements from them both, yet I can say with confidence they are two of the most important people in my life.

I love them so much I left the country for them. I wanted to be sure that if they ever decided I was influential in their lives that they could clearly see following Jesus means being willing to leave your comfort zone in complete dependence on him. I hung the picture of the three of us in my room with other photos of FUEL students as a reminder on homesick days why I chose to leave my comfort zone (I also saved a note from Audrey as a reminder of why I came to Germany). I'm usually pretty uncomfortable these days, and I'm quick to say now that comfort is overrated. I'm so incredibly thankful to be uncomfortably bedridden in Switzerland in this moment as these two girls get uncomfortable on an intercontinental flight to Gan Sabra children's home in India. They are on a team of other Westport members going to love on some beautiful kids in Aizawl. As you lift me up this week and ask for strength despite the discomfort, please include Grace and Bekah in those prayers. We serve the same Lord as we labor each day, endeavoring to be the hands and feet of Jesus in our daily lives. For them right now, it means playing with some new kids; for me, it means showing peace that passes understanding when I need help to get in and out of bed.