It’s conference week at church. And that means that not only the Aussies, but the Welsh, the Argentinians (is that even a word?) and I’m not sure what all other countries, have come to my tiny town in the middle of nowhere, Alaska, to bring heaven down to earth in a beautiful way. I love it. I love the house full of people and nonstop laughter. I love the expectation when we all arrive at church. I love the accents, the stories, the people, the nations. I love what God does through ordinary dreamers in extraordinary ways.
For all the impossible going on, we have some serious fun here on the ground as well. Literally, on the snow covered, freezing Alaskan ground, where a few of the Aussies made their first ever snow angels. There was a whole group of us there to document the momentous event. We even outlined the angels with some jello mix to show them off a little better.
