Boston - In Words

Are you sick of my Boston posts yet? 

Sorry, the trip was just that good. It needed a post per day. 

I promise I'll move on after this {I've got Birchbox and recipe posts to catch up on} but before I do, a few words on this trip. 

Because pictures can capture some things, but not all. 

I asked God to rock my world on this trip. I wanted to really witness him. One thing that I've learned recently, is that I need to expect that God will answer my prayers. 

He promises that if it is in accordance with His will {which is pretty simple, he loves us and wants the best for us} then he will answer our prayers. Period.

So I've been working on that. Praying with confidence. Or really, just having confidence in my faith altogether. Hence why I asked God to rock my world. I was basically asking him to reassure me. 

And he did. 

I felt Him with me on this trip. I felt Him teaching me. Molding me into the person that he designed me to be. 

The last night of the trip, only 2 of us were still in our hotel room. One girl had left a day early, and the other was surprised with a separate room for her and her husband {too cute!}.

After an amazing Red Sox game, and a night out with good friends, the two of us chatted before bed. 

It was late, and I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we were exhausted after minimal sleep on the trip. But we stayed up. And I was blessed with probably definitely my best conversation of the entire trip {and there were lots of amazing convos}.

I have been really wondering how I can encourage others to believe in God when there is so much bad in our world. I get that. I get that it's hard. I get that you want to believe that there can't be a God who would let bad things happen to good people. 

My roommate is my age, and has been diagnosed and beaten cancer 4 times. 

4. 

She has had two bone marrow transplants. I have yet to even break a bone. 

I asked her, how do you believe in God, encourage others even, when faced with the circumstances that you've been dealt. 

And she began to tell me her testimony. 

I joked that I was going to take notes, so that I could share this with others when trying to explain how faith is possible {I would venture to say necessary, even} when facing desperate times. 

About two sentences into her testimony, I realized that I didn't need to take notes. 

Because this conversation wasn't for others. 

This conversation was for me. 

I needed the reassurance. 

I needed to hear evidence of how my amazing Savior has shown His love. 

2012 has been a year full of love. The best kind of love, God's love. The kind that can never, ever fail me. 

I fell so much deeper in love with Jesus on this trip, and I know the best way to witness, is to stop worrying about words. 

And to just let Him show His perfect love through me. 

I am so privileged and humbled to be a part of His plan.

And there you have it folks, my Boston recap. You made it {or did you?}

I sincerely apologize for blowing up your Instagrams. But hey, some of these pictures were just too cute not to share. 

Oh, Boston. How I love you.

The End of the Most Amazing Trip of My Life

Day 4: Cambridge, Charlestown and Fenway Park!

Last morning session

Proudly reppin' my Celtics! Loved being a Boston sports fan.

That gorgeous gal on the left is responsible for the beautiful baby!

Harvard is SUCH a pretty school

Given by the class of 1876! I had no idea Harvard was so old!

Eggplant Parm Sub -- was delicious!

Saw this at a restaurant in Charlestown, loved it.

Anna & me, on our way to the Red Sox game!!

Ahhh couldn't believe I was at FENWAY!

So in case I haven't mentioned it on this here Bloggy of mine, I am a big Boston fan when it comes to sports. My dad is from Boston, and what can I say, he raised me right. 

I have early, early memories of him calling me his good luck charm, and putting me in charge of holding red socks during the Red Sox games. 

The entire time I was sitting and watching the game, I was just in awe at how blessed I was to be there. 

On top of all of that, Anna and I decided it was our mission to get on the big screen. Now I've been to plenty of baseball games (Padres are definitely my second favorite team, gotta rep San Diego), and I have NEVER been on the big screen. 

I've held signs, done all that good stuff. 

Nothing. 

I kid you not, Anna and I just stood up and danced, and within 5 minutes, BAM. On the big screen. 

It was that kind of night. 

I want need this shirt.

We had a Boy Scouts troup behind us. A bunch of them had pins that said "First time at Fenway." Too cute. 

I seriously can't emphasize enough how lucky I feel to have had this be part of the trip. 

It's kind of funny, I knew I wanted to go to the Red Sox game as soon as I found out we had Saturday night free. But since I didn't know anyone going on the trip, I was worried I wouldn't have anyone to go with. I just kind of decided I would either tag along with some people to do what they did on Saturday night, meet up with some family, or heck, go to the game alone. 

Turns out, the Lord blessed me with an incredible group of people that I met and instantly loved.  Of course he put it in His plan that they all were going to the Red Sox game. And that a big group hadn't bought their tickets yet, so Anna and I were able to get seats with everyone. 

{Including the Pastor planting the Boston church. I felt like I was in the presence of a celebrity.}

After the game, we went out to celebrate this lovely lady's birthday:

Got another delicious Painkiller

The guys of the group

Arm wrestling, of course

The girls!

And the last of 200+ pics, me with baby Charlie, on our way to the airport.

Day 5: Travel

It's moments like this where I am so appreciative that I decided to start a blog. I am so glad that I have turned into an obnoxious picture taker, and that I can put those memories here. It's been so great reliving the trip through the pictures, and tomorrow I plan to do my best to capture it in words. 

It really was the most amazing trip of my life, and I can't wait to explain why. 

Or atleast, I'll try to. Not really sure if words can capture it.