Germany

A recent stay in Europe began with a few days in Munich. It’s a city proud of its history of brewing beer and building BMWs. Somehow the third largest city in Germany manages to feel clean and quiet.

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Just 20 minutes outside of Munich is the Dachau Concentration Camp. Opened in 1933, Dachau was the first camp the Nazis operated in Germany. For twelve years, thousands of prisoners lived and worked and died on these grounds. We listened to stories of suffering and brutality while we stood in the rooms, in the cells, in the chambers where it had occurred. edit-27

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One rental car and two hours on the autobahn found us in the southeastern corner of Bavaria. A region rich in history and natural beauty, it is home to small mountain villages and fairy-tale palaces. We had just enough time to roam the streets of Berchtesgaden and the grounds of this royal residence.

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One last stop before leaving Germany. The view from the top of Mount Jenner, overlooking Lake Konigssee.

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Nashville

Last fall, my sister and brother-in-law moved across the state line and settled in the Music City. Not quite a year of living in Nashville, and they seem to feel right at home. In a city where the foodie scene is booming and live music venues are on every corner, one weekend is not enough.

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Beach Week

Every summer I get the chance to spend a week vacationing with my family. And most summers, those vacations take place along Florida’s scenic Highway 30-A. Powder white sand and turquoise waters have drawn beachgoers to this area of the panhandle for decades. Pastel colored beach communities have been developing along the highway for as long as I can remember. And year after year, we find ourselves coming back, ordering the same dishes at the same restaurants, riding our bikes along the same pathways, and watching the same sunsets. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Glacier National Park

In the northwestern corner of Montana, among the peaks of the continental divide, are one million acres of protected splendor. A paradise of wildlife and mountain peaks. A place to experience the grandeur and the creativity of our Creator.

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Anyone wanting to drive the width of the park, must take a journey on the Going-to-the-Sun Road. The only road to traverse the park, it is 53 miles of narrow and winding pavement. The curves are harrowing but the views are majestic. If you look closely at the photo below, you can see cars making their way up into the mountains.

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If Glacier National Park is on your bucket list, go now! Scientists studying this area are estimating that all the glaciers may disappear by 2030 if global warming continues at the current rate. Today, there are about 25 glaciers remaining in the park.  One of the largest, Jackson Glacier, is pictured below.

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This park is home to black and grizzly bears. This guy was our closest bear encounter

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Thomas

When his mom asked if I was interested in watching him a few days a week, I never imagined what a gift it would be. What a gift he would be. I have loved our year together and will miss our weekly visits. This little man has a really special place in my heart!

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Hendersonville

 Michael and I recently took a weekend trip to the mountains. We booked a room in Hendersonville out of convenience. It’s close to Asheville, where we planned to spend some time, as well as the state park where we planned to do some hiking. We did not intend to spend much time in Hendersonville, so we were pleasantly surprised by the charm of this small mountain town.

The historic downtown is clean and walkable. There is a long list of local restaurants that all looked amazing. And best of all, we happened to be there during the annual Garden Jubilee. The streets were filled with flowers and shrubs, herbs and vegetables, all locally grown and all for sale. I’m a sucker for a street festival and this one was beautiful.

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Waiting

For those of us who struggle with the dark cold of winter, the warmth and light of spring are most welcome.  In spring, there are so many reminders of new life and of hope. And goodness knows we could all use a fresh dose of hope.

In winter, the trees are stripped bare and then made to wait. For long months, they stand waiting with empty branches. Waiting. Waiting for the winter to end. And when the snow does melt and the sun reappears, those same trees are given new life. The waiting produces something beautiful.

Waiting is hard. It can feel empty and lonely and dark. But winter can’t last forever. Spring is inevitable.

I’m thankful to be loved by a God who knows the pain of waiting. A God who watched his son die a terrible death on the cross and waited while his body lay in a tomb. On the third day, when Christ rose from the grave, the purpose of the waiting was revealed. Because of Jesus’ death and resurrection, we receive new life. And that is reason to celebrate!

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Spring

The arrival of spring has given me new motivation to get outside with my camera. There is so much light and so much color and I enjoy the challenge of trying to capture some of it for myself. A recent visit from my sister and brother-in-law became a perfect opportunity for an impromptu photo outing. These two are basically pros at being awesome in front of the camera.

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David: Part 2

He won’t remember his first days. He won’t remember the tears in everyone’s eyes the first time they saw him. He won’t remember the way he cried every time his diaper had to be changed or the frustration of trying to learn to eat. But I hope, that deep down, he remembers the love he received from family and friends.

David, you are a gift. One that I’m so privileged to love.

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