I'm quite ready for another adventure!

For those of you who don't know me, and even those that do, I'll be leaving for Romania on Sunday after church! It'll be my seventh mission trip there in as many years, and ever since my first trip (when I was a plucky little 11-year old with puffy hair and braces) I've felt called to serve over there long-term. After college, where I'll be studying Anthropology/Sociology, I plan to stay there for longer than two weeks. Months, probably. Possibly years. Heck, I might never come back!

No, that's not true; I love the South too much.

At any rate, I'll be blogging daily(ish), so be sure to follow me so you can keep up with my adventures! Thanks for praying!

Affectionately,

 

Silmaril   

Rock City, Pt. 1: God in the Grandiose

"Yours, O Lord, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in the earth is yours. Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and you are exalted as head above all." -1 Chronicles 29:11

I love big things. I love grand, majestic, magnificent, things like the Blue Ridge Mountains or thunderstorms, and heavy old books like The Scottish Chiefs or The Silmarillion (my namesake). So I'm sure it's no surprise to you how much I love Rock City. ("What's Rock City??" you Yankees may be asking yourselves. In short, it's a giant maze of rock formations, swinging bridges, and flower gardens all on top of legendary Lookout Mountain, which boasts a spot called Lovers' Leap where you can see at least seven states on a clear day. Yeah, it's epic.) Rock City is by far my favorite thing in the natural world, besides peaches and unicorns. It's a very big place, not only in physical size, but in spirit as well. It holds a essence of grandeur. (If I could pick a person to represent its spirit, I'd probably pick an Appalachian version of Galadriel.)