This weekend, my kind-hearted oldest brother married the lovely Leah…and I could not be more thrilled for them!
The ceremony was sweet and Christ centered. Since Leah's family is Korean, they did several Korean traditions during the ceremony. One of them was walking down to hug and thank both sets of parents, which I thought was such a sweet moment.
The wedding was in Atlanta, and one of the wonderful perks of being the groom's family is that all of our extended family, close friends, and so many people I wanted to see were there and we had the luxury of having the time to hang out and catch up!
The dance floor was hopping, my favorite being my soon-to-be 90 year old grandmother who was tearing it up as usual :)
One of the things I loved most about the weekend was all the high compliments that so many friends and family members spoke about Jamie and Leah and the way they constantly love and serve those around them in a quiet, humble manner. I truly admire that about them and cannot wait to continue to watch that for years to come.
As a part of another Korean tradition, Leah changed into a Homboak (which my mom was also sporting!) for part of the reception. Once again, she looked lovely and the festivities continued!
I'd be lying if I didn't say that as much as I love my family, I'm not thrilled about my current 9th wheel status that I now hold seeing as I am the only single one left. Here is a fun picture of the original Carrolls…
and then the up-to-date Carrolls...
I could not be happier for the newly weds, and I am so excited for their future together! I love you two!
So 2015 was wild and busy and this blog unfortunately took a back seat to the demands of daily life. But I am back and promise to post more in the new year. Here is a quote that I love...an eloquently written wish for excitement and blessings in the year to come.
I have been particularly bothered this week by the recent announcement that Tennessee, along with 25 other states, will refuse to allow Syrian refugees enter.
For one, I am bothered because many of the students I counsel and teach are refugees and immigrants. By and large, the refugees and immigrants are the well-behaved, driven students that do not cause problems. From an academic perspective, they are the ones who are incredibly motivated and dedicated to learning and creating a better life for themselves. From a counseling perspective, they are the ones who have seen horrific scenes and dealt with losses that I would not wish upon anyone. But these kids are the ones fortunate enough to have made it out, to have been taken in by America. They also happen to be some of my favorites.
While thinking about this situation, this verse from Matthew continually came to my mind. As a believer, I do not feel peace about turning thousands of people away. I realize that safety is an issue, but it seems completely unfair to turn away tens of thousands of endangered people based on the actions of a few. And The Bible does not say that you fed the hungry, when it was convenient for you. Or cared for the sick, when there was zero risk of you catching the sickness that they had contracted. It simply says that the love shown for the least of these is love shown for Jesus Christ.
I will admit, I have been annoyed by the Facebook rants about this situation. I just do not think Facebook is the appropriate platform for political debates, but I came across this article that was posted by a friend who I respect, who also happens to have spent a great deal of time in the middle east. Having personally seen the atrociousness of the concentration camps after the fact, I cannot imagine that anyone in their right mind would have kept these people there instead of letting them come to the U.S.
So, not that that anyone who makes decisions will read this, but I want to be able to say that I did everything I could do for the least of these. Don't you?!
Last week, I was zip lining through the rain forest and stopping mid rafting trip to be served fresh fruit on the bottom of a boat.
This week, I am scrambling to throw snacks in my school bag as I rush out the door for work. The times change fast and I am learning to embrace every stage, knowing I will soon be on to the next thing. But its hard not to miss this dreamy Costa Rica life.
The past few days have been a wonderful whirlwind. Like I told a friend last night, "I just do not think feeling rested is in the cards for us right now, so we may as well have fun!" And this weekend was plenty of fun, indeed.
First of all, I love the city of DC. I have visited a good bit in recent years and it never ceases to amaze.
Second of all, having the whole family in one place (despite the fact that I am perpetually 9th wheel these days….) is always a recipe for a great time.
Of course, I cannot leave out the purpose of the whole gathering, which was the wedding of my cousin Carlton and Ian!
The wedding was lovely, but the entire weekend was planned to perfection. This Bloody Mary bar at brunch pretty much sums up how pristine and delicious every meal tasted.
Our best friends in the entire world now live in DC, and any time spent with the Campbell clan is time well spent.
Just a few snaps never sum up the hilarious moments, meaningful conversations, and precious time spent together. Here is a mix of pictures that try to capture little tidbits like my 89 year old grandmother's killer dance moves or last minute DC purchases like Jonny's British socks.
I feel full and rejuvenated after the weekend in DC!