Keep Up with Chelsey

This week I've felt sluggish. I think last week took a lot out of me emotionally... I am not a super emotional person, so the times when I feel a lot, takes me awhile to recover. And it's hard still, knowing that so many are still grieving, and trying to figure out a "new normal." If you are reading this, and going, "Wait wait wait, I'm lost, what are you talking about?" You can read my last two blog post and will be caught up... But for those who are curious, time moves forward, and so do people... still not easy, and prayers are still appreciated for those still walking in the midst of figuring out their new normal's... I got back to playground ministry yesterday... We weren't able to be out there long, because a big storm blew in, but I love that the kids look for us, and that there are new kids each week. SO please pray for each kid that comes, because we are more deliberate in sharing the gospel with them, and we just need prayers that Sat...

Well, I feel like one more post is needed for me to continue to process my thoughts, and maybe some of you have been waiting for an update... so here is a recap of the day: Today started with my alarm set for 6 am. I met with a group of students from the UMC Student Center, and we all took the electric train to Stryi for two hours. The day was set like it was ready to be in the next Nicholas Sparks movie. It was raining- and everyone was dressed in dark colors, with tears streaming. Once at the church, there was a time to view the body. I wasn't expecting the casket to be open, but it was, all but Illyad's head was showing. It was hard. Lots of tears shed. Then the service began. It was a Greek Catholic service. Lots of prayers were said, and psalms sang, and the Lord's Prayer was repeated often. Then the procession started. A big wooden cross with his name lead the way, and this would serve as the grave marker. Flags were carried, as well as all the flowers people brough...

When Jesus is my portion A constant friend is he His eye is on the sparrow And I know he is watches over me.. .  In tears, not knowing how to convey my thoughts, writing a blog post, seemed like the most therapeutic option for me to process things. Today has been a little much for me. It began with saying goodbye to Jodie, who has spent the last month here, and goodbyes have never really been my thing. Well emotional attachment is not my thing, but I won't let this post become that therapeutic... See even as I write, I am trying to joke with myself to lighten my own mood, but the fact is, the day only began there, and sadly, saying the planned goodbyes was not the prompting of this blog... Around lunch time today, a mission center/church collapsed, killing two people, one american, and one Ukrainian and badly injuring one other person that I am aware of at the moment. They were doing construction work, and according to the news article, infr...