“The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.” -Donald Miller
“I take literally the statement in the Gospel of John that God loves the world. I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love. I believe that divine love, incarnate and indwelling in the world, summons the world always toward wholeness, which ultimately is reconciliation and atonement with God.”
One year ago today I left for a semester spent in the land of spaghetti and wine. What a beautiful season it was of God teaching me his goodness in new ways through new beauty and new people. Italy was one of the best decisions I have ever made. I am so thankful to have San Lorenzo di Arzene as a chapter of my story.
And that's when I started liking dark chocolate....
When I was little and I would get sick, my parents were like the mega ultimate dream team. My mom: the relentless comforter and encourager. My dad: the unstoppable provider with the highest attention to detail. Mom would rub our back and sit by our bed. She would lay with us and make us soup. She would bring us an extra blanket and an extra pillow. Dad would always make sure there was a fire in the fireplace. He would get our prescription filled and bring us a snack from the drug store.
I will never forget when I was eleven years old and I got strep throat for the very first time. I was so sad because it happened the day before the youth group scavenger hunt and it was supposed to be my first youth event ever. You know, as one of the ‘big kids?’ My mom took me to the doctor and he told us the diagnosis. We headed home and dad ran out to get the prescription filled. I layed in the living room where a fire had already been prepared in the fireplace. Mom brought me an extra blanket and turned on newsies. She went in the kitchen to prepare some soup and dad arrived home from the store. He gave me my first dosage with a glass of water and he pulled a single dark chocolate peanut butter cup out of the bag. He told me I could have one everytime that I took my medicine so that even if he was at work i would remember that he loved me. And that is when I started liking dark chocolate…..