Thanks for all you out there who are reading and praying! Heaven knows I need your prayers and thoughts. I am so jazzed (excited) about getting to share with all of you my challenges and adventures as the Lord directs my path.

My first adventure, as most of you know, will be taking place in Atlanta, GA. That's right; this Alaskan girl is headed south... only it's for the summer and not the winter. What was I thinking! While the weather in GA is not quite twice as hot.... today, Alaska's high was 49* while Atlanta was 94*. Officially, that is not too bad. Just don't be surprised to hear about some Alaskan dyeing of heart stroke on the side of the road!

First off, all of you should know that I am not a blogger. I mean, if I send out an e-mail I've accomplished something... so please bear with me as I get the hang of this.

My inspiration for writing came from a good friend, Karen Carter. Back in my freshman year at Emmaus; she and I would daydream about future fulltime service. Let me tell you, we had some pretty grand plans. It was pretty awesome to have such  a wonderful friend. Happily, she just got back from Bogota, Colombia during which she blogged the whole trip; we laughed and cried with her as we read about her experiences. In the end, it was a huge reminder to pray for her and it kept her on my mind. And thus I am writing as I hope to do the same.

So, I am going to start or should I say "continue" with an explanation of the name. "The Trust Project"! While it is not a grand name, nor impressively creative, my goal was to find a name which captured my past, present, and future work! Pretty quickly I settled on "The Trust Project"; my brothers thought it was lame, but since they didn't have anything better i decided to stick with it.

Right now, I am preparing for my bro's wedding. Speaking of which, I should probably get back to reality and see what I can do to help. But before I go... let me quick share some of my highlights of being home... hopefully they'll at least make you smile.
1) Grandpa or affectionately Gramps, is what many would refer to as sarcastic. Let me see if I can properly capture the man who is one of my favorite people in the whole world. Officially, he's as strong as an ox, at least at heart, and he forgets he's getting old because he's as sharp as a whistle. He's jovial and always threatening to beat one of us up with his cane. It's been great having both grandma and gramps here for the wedding.
2) Some of you may know that during the summer it's practically never dark. During one of our laid back evenings, Esther got it in her head that we ought to go line dace on the runway. Now God has graciously given me two left feet so dancing in itself is quite an accomplishment. After doing the same dance over and over again - I could hardly take it a fourth time and thus concluded that I would try to teach everyone the Virginia Reel... A dance I'd learned three years earlier. With some tripping and very little grace, I think I got the idea across. Good thing most of the dance is practically all skipping!

Next up: A Day of City Firsts!