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Save Tonight (Taste of Home)

Okay. I will confess. Lately I have really been homesick, especially for my Boise family!... of course for my family just as crazily, but I cannot deny that I miss my crazy friends and the stupid stunts we would pull!

Chocolate milk and real pants runs at 11 o'clock at night.

Spontaneous trips to the most inconvenient Dutch Bros in town, accompanied by loud obnoxious (most the time) music that most would cringe to listen to, through downtown, windows down, sunroof back, and nothing but strange looks from those surrounding us.

Singing songs about cowboys as loud as humanly possible while galloping across campus, and changing the lyrics to be about professors (“Stealin' the young girls hearts, just like Mr. McCoy”.... ahhhh. A classic).

Frolicking into classes I was not enrolled in, and confusing every freshman into thinking I actually attended BBC still.

But even more, I miss us pouring out our hearts with each other. I miss the late night Jesus talk where I never wanted to walk away, because I was so inspired at the work of God's hand through our lives. I will always hold these memories dear to my heart.
Although I miss these crazy kids more than I can explain, I would not trade my calling to Uganda for anything in the world. God was using my time in Boise, and my friends to strengthen me, and prepare me for this moment in time. I am being used by God, and I will never ask for anything more of my life. I recently read a passage in the book of Mark. It says, “The kingdom of God is like a man who casts seed upon the soil; and he goes to bed at night and gets up by the day, and the seed sprouts and grows – how, he himself does not know. The soil produces crops by itself; first the blade, then the head, then the mature grain in the head, But when the crop permits, he immediately puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come” (Mark 4:26-29). God does it all. We simply must go to see the harvest. He calls us along for the ride. We can struggle through the long wait and the toiling work, or we can watch the Hand of God through every stage of life as His joy fills our hearts. I choose to find joy.
I know I am exactly where my God wants me. He uses me every day, and I will not change that. I thank Him for the friendships He entrusted me with, and that halfway around the world, I can still count on these beautiful people. I also trust that God will bring new friendships (in fact, He already is!) to my life, and although these friendships will never replace my Boise friends, I know these friendships will impact me just as much!

I thank God for the people He has placed in my life. I am one of the most blessed people because of the people in my life!

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