This is Arcadia beach... i've never felt such wind before

This was this morning at Munson Falls

This was this afternoon walking along the beach at Pacific City, before a tackled a few waves myself

these are the left over peices of crab

trying to capture the beauty of a single rain drop

an outlook... trying to change my own perspective

a view from a flower

God's greatest creations ... water and toes and sand

"... just undiscovered."

This is my road trip. This is me ... just undiscovered. You could say i'm on ths open road to discover who i am. you could say i'm taking this adventure to clear my head. you could even say that i am running away. these are all very true statements that boil down to one thing "...just undiscovered."

Today was the fourth day of my journey to find what is undiscovered. I start in Maple Ridge British Columbia and now i am in Bandon, Oregon. So far i have hiked through Magnison Park, I have slept on a couch, I have been reunited with friends, I have been rained on, I have taken many photos, I have cooked steak in a hotel room, I have listened to four books in the Chronicles of Narina series, I have swam in the Ocean, I have gotten only four blisters, I have written 6 post cards, I have ran along to ocean banks, climbed the rocks of Pacific City, seen water falls, and i have danced in awe of my Creator, I have sang to prise my God, i have prayed for God's grace and received what i do not deserve, i have sought for answers and i have been silenced and told to listen.

to listen. and then to listen.

it's nice having no one around to talk to, or to have talking to me. i hear the ocean waves crashing against each other. i hear the sand making friction between my toes. i hear the road falling on my rain jacket. I feel the coldness of the rain drops on my hands, my face, and my toes. I feel the wind blowing on my face, at times pushig my whole body against the wind allowing me to lean fully on the breeze of God against all that i am. this reminds me that i must keep leaning on God, allowing for his strenght to hold me up.

While I am listening i am also questioning what it is i need to "discover".... or rather what it is that is "...just undiscovered". There are the deep questions that will always keep my heart searching ... who am i? what is my purpose? ... and then there are the questions that need answers to be discovered. Am i where i am suppose to be in my life? what am i to do with my knowledge of Africa now? How can i express the passions of my heart? ... this is why am i listening.