by Kimmie Liette | Jan 1, 2014 | Writings
December 31, 2013
Location: In the sky
Once again, Brady and I are flying.
It seems that we spend more time on planes than on ground, but that’s not necessarily true.
It was a good run- the past month; Being able to surprise our families and come home for Christmas. Two-weeks in Ohio and two-weeks in Florida. We are now on our way back to Guatemala, where we have lived for the past three months. It’s pretty unusual, our life, but it’s great.
With teary eyes and a heavy heart, we said ‘see-you-later’ to my parents and little sister at the Tampa airport just a little while ago. It’s hard because we never know when the next time is that we will be back; it’s always just hoping that it sooner rather than later. And here we are, on New Years Eve, turning a page and starting a new chapter: back to Guatemala, but beginning a new season.
It’s very hard to say good-bye to our families, but we have to do what God asks us to do and we have to trust Him, no matter what.
To the ends of the earth, I will follow. Through every hardship and every storm, I will trust you, Lord. You are my strength; you are my source of joy.
Let my life not be ordinary, but lead me into your will, and guide me all the way through.
I am yours and you are mine. I love you.
by Kimmie Liette | Nov 16, 2013 | Photography, Writings
Happy Day, Friend!
Brady and I are sitting in a little cafe here in San Juan, Guatemala. We have been staying out in the middle of nowhere for almost a month at an old retreat center type place.
We are fortunate enough to be around one of the most beautiful lakes in the world: Lago De Atitlan.
There are three volcanoes located around the lake, creating an even more breathtaking view at any time of the day. It’s an hour boat ride to the other side, and all travel from village to village requires way of boat. It is here in these villages that the people dress in traditional Mayan attire and speak the ancient indigenous Mayan language, Tz’utujil.
What a beautiful life they get to live.
by Kimmie Liette | Sep 30, 2013 | Writings |
I’ve been thinking about identity lately.
Particularly examining what I’m putting my identity in.
Is it the clothes I wear? The accomplishments I’ve made? The people I know or how many people know me?
Let’s get real: sometimes we get so wrapped up in how many ‘likes’ we get or how many followers we have.
It’s completely ridiculous.
I even find myself struggling with what people think about my age, or the fact that I haven’t finished college yet.
Basically, my whole identity is defined by what other people think-
or what I believe they think.
This led me deeper into thought about my who I am.
The first thing that came to my mind is obviously my name.
Kimberly Ann. That’s who I am, right?
But what does that mean?
Something I read once, that I truly believe is that:
“names can be prophetic declarations that define a persons’ identity.“
So, our names can certainly influence the essence of who we are.
I looked my name up and I found multiple versions of what it meant, but I took hold of the most recent one I found.
Kimberly : She has great strength
Ann: Full of grace
Have you ever taken the time to find out what your name means?
You might be surprised to see how closely it resembles your personality.
Another thing to think about is that our identity really shouldn’t be who we are, but who He is in us.
I challenge you to make a list of the things you put your identity in and be open.
I was kind of embarrassed by the things I came up with, but it was true and now that I know, I can be careful to not let those things define me.
by Kimmie Liette | Sep 27, 2013 | Writings
Written deep in the wilderness while meditating on the humble shore of a vast river in the mountains of Georgia.
I sat silently for hours and observed the beautiful river and reflected on the Lord.
Your depths are unending,
Your streams are so tender and gentle,
Your water is pure and gives life to those who drink it.
The consistency of your drifting waters bring peace to those who take the time to listen.
The beauty of your channels invite joy and satisfaction to those who sit on the shore and gaze.
To the left and to the right, one looks but cannot see a beginning or an end.
In you, the filthy are made clean.
In your motions of grace, you drift away that which was washed off.
Those who seek you, find you in the wilderness.
Though parts of your stream may be found out in the open,
The full extent of who you are is found where few have dared to venture.
Only those who stay and camp can truly see what it is that you do.
They surely rely on your water for life, not simply instant satisfaction to thirst.
