The name fits I think. It took me a little while to find a name that would suit my newsletter and blog. I finally got "Traveling Feet" and fell in love with it.
Not only does the name give me an opportunity to share my travels, experiences and where my feet have taken me, but to talk about the footsteps that I follow.
The one who lived out what He taught, instead of just preaching. It meant not always having shoes or even a place to wash His feet, but it also meant being with the people. Living. Eating. Singing. Crying. Working. With them. Alongside them. As one of them.
Not standing on a podium. Not telling them what to do, how to live, but showing them.

If you would like to contact me please feel free to send me an email and I will respond as soon as possible!
email: travelingfeet@live.com

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Back in the South.

The first thing that I noticed upon stepping out of the airport in Dallas was the smell. I must have noticed it before, but never really let it register. This state definitely has a defining odor. Not necessarily a bad one, but theres no denying that it is there. It's a smell that to me means a time when everything was so new and exciting. It means a period of my life when I spent all my time doing what makes me happy with people who make my heart smile. It's a smell that I love.
Baked earth. Fresh rain. Thick sweet southern air.
Oh Texas, how I've missed you.
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