Frankly June

She’s clingier than ivy, and she’s zingier than black-eyed susan
And springier than mabel in june
I’m daffy as a daffodil, it’s laughable the way I thrill
When roses are in bloom ~ American Beauty Rose, Frank Sinatra

Roses are in bloom. Full bloom. There's a rose bush that I look out at in my small back "terrace" every time I wash dishes. Over the past month the buds have opened to reveal beautiful layers of deep red petals. In fact, Elizabeth and I have been tempted to snip a few of these beautiful flowers from the bush and adorn them on our table, but the potential reaction of our landlord withholds us from doing so. I suppose another thing that makes adding them to our dining table such an attraction is that I know that they should be deheaded, as they call it, in order for the plant to stay healthy. My great-grandmother raised roses, and I remember my mother explaining how the roses had to be cut at a certain length from the bush "deheaded" so that they would grow even healthier the following year.

So while things still remain in "full bloom" here in Belfast, busy and active, I sense the snipping time approaching more and more, but I've come to recognize that in many ways this year has helped me to bloom in a way that I never could have experienced in any other place. And, I think I'm not far off in saying that this experience will help me to "bloom" even more when I depart from Belfast at the end of next month.

For instance, this past Sunday I gave my first, and what I think will be my only sermon in Dundonald Methodist. Sunday was Volunteer Appreciation Sunday, and David had asked me several months ago to take the address portion of the service. I found that even though it took me a very long time to prepare what I felt called to say, I still felt very passionate and excited about the prospect of piecing together scripture with day to day life. I was truly grateful for the opportunity to do this, and to experience a taste of what the next three years of my life will hold.

Programs have been coming to a close, but things are still needed tending. Nearly 51 children attended the PaKT afterschools program last week for the final session. Even though it was a bit busy, it was amazing to see so many children so enthusiastic about having a place to come together and to enjoy one another's company. I had the opportunity to plan the last activity afternoon for the kids, and even in the chaos of 51 bodies, I somehow held myself together and had a blast! I think the kicker for me was when I was telling the kids goodbye and handing out their treats. I had a little girl named Abby come up to me and hand me a bun she had made in the cookery programme we had had that afternoon and she announced, "Hannah, you are special, and I made this for you!" Needless to say her words and the hug that followed made me smile both inside and out. I am really going to miss those kids. Every single one of them. Everyone of them has kept me on my toes. Everyone of them has taught me something about myself.

John and I will finish up PaKT+ this coming Monday with a BBQ and some activities for the kids. We were both so proud to have two of our youth participate in a Celebration of Youth event last Friday in Brooklands Primary School, located in the heart of Ballybeen. Nearly 26 acts participated in the event, and the two girls from PaKT+ devised an amazing dance routine that they performed at the event. They spent hours getting the steps together while I stopped and started the music for the rehearsal, and they really put their all into the performance. The smiles on their faces when they spoke to me this week about the event were priceless.

In other June news, DFCI is in the works of planning a week-long summer scheme for the Ballybeen community. Events are to include a soap box derby, football games and instruction, climbing walls for older youth, a Teddy Bear picnic for the mums and toddlers in the area, and much more. Needless to say, I will stay busy over the next couple of weeks, and that makes me excited.

Another event in June that I can't forget is AMY'S VISIT. My very good friend Amy from college came to visit me this past week for a UK adventure. One of the highlights was getting to go with her and Elizabeth to London to visit my second cousin, Kim. Kim works for Nike and has been living in London for the past year with her husband Scott and son John. She had all kinds of recommendations for what we should go see, and she handed us a plethora of maps to help us navigate London. We had loads of fun! From watching the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace (which, by the way included a tribute to Michael Jackson), to testing out the whisper room in St. Paul's Cathedral, Elizabeth and Amy and I enjoyed every bit of London. We even made it to two shows while we were there as well! Dave Matthews was our first entertainment stop, and then we fit in Avenue Q the night before our departure. Both were sublime, absolutely sublime, and I have pictures to prove it! hehe.

My year continues to be filled with wonderful and beautiful experiences, and though I know it will be hard to part from all that I have experienced here, I know that God is going to use this year in amazing ways. Thank you so much for your continued support and prayers.

And thanks be to the greatest Rose Gardener of all!

-Hannah

MAY -your feet be quick

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. - 1 Corinthians 9:24

For the past several months, several women from Dundonald Methodist Church and from DFCI's cross-community women's group, Ladies Who Lunch have been gearing up for a trip to Romania. The 10 women will travel the third week in June as a part of Habitat for Humanity, Northern Ireland's summer building program in Romania. A part of the preparation has included fundraising - lots of it. Nearly 11,000 pounds has been raised over the past 4-5 months through a variety of venues - bagpacking at supermarkets, coffee mornings, and even an absail. Among the many things that May has brought, I think that one of the highlights this month was getting the chance to run in the Belfast marathon in support of the Romania team. I was joined by four members from Dundonald Methodist Church to run the relay event. Katharyn Martin, Gareth Campbell, Wilma Martin, Maureen Kirk and I met up on a very cold, and quite wet Monday, May 4th to run with thousands of people in and around Belfast city centre. There were so many people, in fact, that Kathryn, who was running the first leg, didn't actually get moving until 20 minutes after the race had actually started! It was a great event though - I spent my wait to run doing muscle exercises with Rebecca Campbell (who was also running the second leg) to keep my legs from locking up in the cold. It was also amazing to have so much support from the Dundonald congregation. People were so generous - I ended up raising 160 pounds! And, the best part was seeing familiar faces in the crowd cheering me on. Anne and Clem McKee, one of my many second-families here, stood at the beginning of the leg to cheer me forward (and to take pictures - Clem is never without the camera :) ), and Doug and Elaine (the site coordinator for N. Ireland and his wife) came out to meet me and congratulate me at the finish.

Other exciting times in Belfast this month have included a bowling trip with PaKT+, the older youth group that I work with on a Monday evening. The kids had a great time, and, as I've discovered really enjoy any type of opportunity to get out and experience things. John and I hope to plan a cinema outing for next month, some indoor dance classes (something the girls love), and hopefully a barbeque to finish out the year.

The kids at afterschools and the other programs that I work with still continue to baffle me by the things they say and do, and there is never a dull moment. I recognize that I have learned, quite thoroughly, how to think on my feet, so to speak- but pretty much all of the time when I'm in the church. Whether it's cooking butterscotch brownies with them in the kitchen, or leading a craft, I have discovered that I'm pretty good at holding kids' attention, and at finding games or alternate ways to keep them occupied when there is down time. There is a tie between Simon says and Heads Down, Thumbs Up at the moment for which is the best game. :) We are seeing a significant increase in kids coming through the church doors on the weekday afternoons. There are nearly 69 children on the registers, and between 35-40 of them attend each afternoon. With this increase, we've discovered that we need some alternate activities to keep the adult-child ratio manageable. As a result, I have discovered that kids love instruments - especially instruments that make big sounds. I pulled out some drums and cymbals a couple of weeks ago and taught the kids some of the African songs that I know. Before I knew it, they had formed a conga line, and were parading around the room, beating their drums and shaking their tambourines and making quite a "joyful" noise. I think my favorite part, though, was when one of the little girls, Ellie, stopped to pick up her tambourine, and the entire conga line experienced a bit of a pile up.

I've been thinking a lot about my time finishing here in Belfast. Programs, particularly scouts and guides are winding down (there will be several bbq's next week - woo hoo!), and most of the youth that I work with are in the middle of their exams for school. Gradually, I see things coming to a close, and I have to admit that I'm having a lot of mixed feelings about it already. A part of me is extremely excited about reuniting with those that I love at home, and beginning my next journey at Princeton Theological Seminary in the fall. But there is a part of me that knows that leaving will be hard - extremely hard. However, I run the last bit of my experience here with Paul's encouragement. And so I will, with arms open and heart ready.

Thank you for all of your support, prayers, and for cheering me on!

Much Love,

Hannah

April Accents

April has come and gone, and so much has happened. The highlight of the month - a visit from my family!!! Dad, Mom and Caleb flew into Belfast on Easter Sunday and I enjoyed a fast, but wonderful five days of their company. We spent the majority of our time touring the Ards Peninsula, a ring of land east of Belfast which surrounds Strangford Lough, a body of water which flows out to the Irish Sea. We took the opportunity to see some of the old Monastic sites: Nendrum, Inch Abbey. We also drove into Downpatrick, a town along the peninsula which hosts St. Patrick's Centre, a museum dedicated to the life and work of St. Patrick. We also got to see Down Cathedral and the alleged burial spot of St. Patrick (one of many).

Mom, Dad, Caleb and I also spent a good deal of time touring the Antrim Coast, and particularly the Giant's Causeway, a long stretch of basalt rock columns and beautiful oceanic views. The weather we had was absolutely remarkable! The coast was so clear, and we could see for miles, with Scotland visible in the distance. We even made a trip out to Tayto Castle, the manufacturing plant for Northern Ireland's Tayto crisps. Traveling to Tayto Castle also provided my family an opportunity to meet the people I work with in DFCI on a regular basis - both the volunteers and their families.

During all of this traveling, Dad received a prime opportunity to learn how to drive on the opposite side of the road. It took him about ten minutes to find the reverse shift in the rental car, and I think it took the majority of the week for all of my family members to get used to riding along with him.

What meant the most about my family's visit, however, was the fact that they got to meet, and even dine with several of the people that have been so instrumental in making me feel at home here in Belfast. Arriving on Easter Sunday afternoon, all three of my family members had the opportunity to attend an evening service at Dundonald Methodist, and there they were introduced to the majority of the congregation. My mother mentioned to me several times over how relievingly satisfying it was to be able to put names and faces together. For six months I had been mentioning the people who were caring for me, seeing to my needs, and welcoming into their homes over the phone and in emails. The reality of the warmth of welcome and fellowship I have found I know meant the world to my parents. Various families within the church had us to dinner or to share a meal, and one family from the church even hosted my parents and brother for a couple of evenings.

The warm welcome that my parents received, like the welcome that I have received over the past several months, has reconfirmed for me the unique bond that Christianity creates. No matter where you go in the world, the commonality of Christianity binds people together, so much so that the notion of "home" can be completely redefined and reshaped. As I mentioned to my parents in some reflective discussions about the year, "home" ultimately becomes the place not where we find comfort, but rather the people through which we feel God move, and how we respond to that experience.

Another highlight of the month was organizing and leading a Youth Fellowship overnight lock-in in Dundonald Methodist Church. Eight young people came together to spend a night playing board games, making pizza, playing volleyball, and learning about the Methodist church's youth mission organization, JMA (Junior Missionary Association). It was my first time leading a lock-in, and I left on Saturday afternoon, ecstatic about how the kids had expressed before they left how much fun they had had. I can't say that I got a good night's sleep, but this was well-expected, because the noise level didn't actually subside until 4.30am. What made up for the lack of sleep was the amount of fun I had getting to know better a few of the youth that attend the Bible Class that I help lead on Sunday mornings (and not youth fellowship in the evening), and, of course, the Starbucks coffee my mom brought with her on her visit helped as well.

I suppose that's all for April - May will be on the way soon!

Thank you for all of your support and prayers!

-Hannah

March Madness

Some good friends of mine here in Belfast presented me with a collection of Derry-born Seamus Heaney’s poetry for Christmas. It’s called Opened Ground, and basically outlines some of his best-known work between 1966 and 1996. Some of the poems go over my head a bit, and I have to do a bit of research to understand some of the main ideas. However, on the days when I find a spare minute to open the book, I’ll come across something that I can completely identify with in my experience here in Northern Ireland. I came across such a poem the other day:

Markings

We marked the pitch: four jackets for four goalposts,

That was all. The corners and the squares

Were there like longitude and latitude

Under the bumpy ground, to be

Agreed about or disagreed about

When the time came. And then we picked the teams

And crossed the line our called names drew between us.

Youngsters shouting their heads off in a field

As the light died and they kept on playing

Because by then they were playing in their heads

And the actual kicked ball came to them

Like a dream heaviness, and their own hard

Breathing in the dark and skids on grass

Sounded like effort in another world…

It was quick and constant, a game that never need

Be played out. Some limit had been passed,

There was fleetness, furtherance, untiredness

In time that was extra, unforeseen and free.

-Seamus Heaney (Seeing Things, 1991)

March has brought with it the first signs of spring in Belfast. The daffodils have perked their heads up – something I don’t normally see at home until about late April. They are everywhere and they are beautiful. Winter rains have kept the grass a bright green. The sun pops its head out a little more frequently now, which I have to say that I am quite fond of, and if you go for an afternoon drive around Belfast on one of these days, you will probably be able to see lambs trailing their mothers.

I’ve noticed as the days have gotten longer and the air has loosened its harsh chill that football games have reemerged in Ballybeen. Young boys pour out of their home to play football in the side field of Dundonald Methodist Church. A good fifteen to twenty can be found now, normally in the fashionable tracksuit, kicking up their knees, tearing turf, and yelling up a storm about what counts as a goal. It's much like what Heaney described it as in his poem. There's a lot of imagination in it. While these boys don't use jackets for goal posts, they have somehow resurrected old wooden chairs (that I think were in the dumpster behind the church) as goal posts. Sometimes they place Coke cans out on the field to mark the boundary lines as well. Last Thursday I finished cleaning up for the afterschools program, and began my way home down the massive sloped hill on which Dundonald Methodist Church sits. To my left came shrill shouts of "Go, go, go!," and I recognized Jake, one of the boys in our program jumping up and down, encouraging his friend Sam, to take the ball in for the goal. Sam bolted down the field with a footwork that circumnavigated two attempted blocks and set him up for a beautiful score. With his back slightly arched, he raised his leg in a sharp, smooth swing (something I can't seem to develop as naturally) and sent the ball past the gloved hands of a Manchester-United-clad young lad, and through the invisible goal created by the backs of two rotting chairs. With the way that Sam went running down the field, arms raised, palms outstreched and head tilted back, you would have thought that he had scored the winning goal of the World Cup. Amused, I sat down on the curb of the church driveway to watch for a few more minutes. As entertaining as it was to watch them bicker about which side received the ball, and whether a goal had actually been scored, there was a certain peace about watching the boys move back and forth across the "field." I suppose it probably had something to do with being able to just sit outside and enjoy a semi-warm evening, something that has been pretty rare for me during my stay here in Belfast. But I think it also had to do with the fascination I had with the boys' sense of imagination - how they created something out of what we would call nothing, how time transformed into "something extra," as Heaney puts it - just as expandable as imagination. And to think that the space providing the stretch of both imagination and time was the side yard of the church - now that, was something else.

February Frolicks

So, it's the end of February, and that means it's time for another post! I thought I'd pass on a story this time. I shared it with a good friend of mine earlier this week, and as small as it is, I think it speaks volumes to what's happening here in Ballybeen, and particularly within the walls of Dundonald Methodist Church. I will start with a woman I will, for her sake, call Cathy. Just before Christmas, Cathy's husband left her with four-year old twins and a two-year-old. He also left her deeply in debt to the point that she was wandering the streets with the kids to avoid using up the electricity and heat in her home. It finally got to the point where she had no food in her house, and social services was offering very little hellp. After hearing about her situation, Dundonald Methodist Church stepped in and provided relief for her family. For the past month and a half Cathy has been coming up to the church on Thursday mornings to volunteer her time, something she felt she wanted to do in response to the church's outreach. When she first arrived I found her quite shy, and rather quiet. I've had her cleaning out cupboards with me and sorting files over the past few weeks. This past thursday, though, I let her loose. I presented her with a giant display board and told her that we needed to create a display of DFCI's programs and photos. Cathy took a couple of looks at the pipe-cleaners, foil, construction paper and stickers on the table, and set to work. I walked off to make a cup of coffee for her in the kitchen. "I need a glue gun," she announced when I returned with the coffee. With a spark in her eye that I hadn't seen before she said "We're doing a space theme." She then had me sit down and trace out stars for the board. As I traced and cut, she began to glue-gun various craft bits together and she started talking to me. First she started making fun of my stars and saying that I was totally OCD because only OCD people find the need to attach miniature confetti stars to twenty some-odd construction stars that they've just spent 30 minutes making. I got cheeky back and told her that my stars were going to be the first thing people noticed when they walked into the church, and she laughed and said that was because they screamed OCD. From that I went into how I did, in fact, have OCD tendencies as a child. I told her how when I was two, my parents totally did the spoil-the-firstborn thing and took a baby pool, yes, a baby pool to the beach because I didn't like the feeling of sand on my feet, and I would have a fit if a few grains of it managed to touch my toes. Go figure. Needless to say this acquiescence of my parents stopped abruptly when my sister was born. Cathy got a good laugh out of that, and started asking me more questions about home, and work, and life. She asked me what I did in my spare time, and I mentioned some of the places I'd gotten to visit, some of the books I'd read recently, some of the outings I'd had with the other YAV's. She looked at me and said, "I'm 25, and I get pretty excited about the hour I get to spend, while my kids are asleep on Friday night, watching Lost and eating Chinese. I'm in a low-place, you know. My husband left me and my three kids a couple of months ago, and I still can't figure out why. I woke up one day and he was gone." I looked up at her, as she fiddled with the end of a yellow pipe cleaner. "You know, Cathy, I think that one day he's going to wake up and realize what he's missed." She looked up at me with a half-smile and said," Yeah, he is. They're only wee once. I'm glad I have them now." All I could do was nod my head in agreement with her and smile. I gestured toward her hand, "What's that you've got there, Cathy?" She held up her creation. Cathy had pieced together plastic and aluminum foil to create a spaceship, and inside the plastic half-cup was an alien fashioned out of pom poms, pipe cleaners and googly eyes. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. I ooh-ed and aah-ed over it for a while. Before she left, Cathy proudly pinned her alien to the display board. As she walked out the door, she turned around and waved: "See you next week, Hannah!' I sat for a while after she'd left looking at that alien. I realized that the woman who brought it to life had probably, at one point, felt as isolated as the little creature inside. But I also admired her, because she'd stepped into a space that was completely foreign to her - the church. And I considered myself blessed that I had been made a part of her re-entry into self-esteem and meaning. I'm looking forward to getting to know Cathy better. February has also included some exciting events
for DFCI and for myself, personally.
On Saturday, February 14th, eight volunteers through DFCI (including myself) came together to work with Habitat for Humanity of Northern Ireland. We called the event Operation Love Shack, which turned out to be quite catchy, and quite successful. The majority of those who went were actually a part of our Youth Fellowship at Dundonald Methodist. The work site was in West Belfast, just off of the Shankill Road, and we spent the majority of the day painting and doing a bit of roofing. It was a great way to spend Valentine's Day, and full of laughs, and the majority of the youth that came asked when we could go back! Another highlight of this month was turning 23 years old! For the first time I got to celebrate my birthday in a different country! And, it was a good one. I spent the day of my birthday in Donegal, a town at the North-Western tip of Ireland. I think the highlight of the trip was getting to stick my feet in the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, it was cold, and my feet turned a bit blue, but it was totally worth it!

The Simple Life - Belfast Style

I realized the other day, that I really haven't covered one of the most important parts of my YAV year. Before I came to Northern Ireland, I vowed to live in community with the people around me, and that meant taking on a simple lifestyle.

So, what does simple life entail, exactly, especially in the highly Westernized, U.K. culture? Don’t worry – Paris Hilton and Nichole Richie are not involved. There are, however, lots of ways that I have changed my consumer habits over the past five months in my stay here, and I think most of them are arguably for the better.

For one, I have noticed that I have become much more energy conscientious than I would have been at home. I turn off lights when I leave a room. I don't let the water run.

My energy usage has been cut down not only by my own initiative, but by the selection of appliances in my house. I do not have a dishwasher. I wash all of my dishes by hand, and conserve water by washing them in a tub. I do not have a tumble dryer. All my clothes air dry on a drying rack in the spare room of my house. This saves a good amount of electricity every month.

Another appliance that is missing from my home is a microwave. I am a natural popcorn fiend. Give me a bag and I transform into a vacuum cleaner. Elizabeth and I have discovered the art of popcorn on the hob. The great thing about making your own is that you can add the amount of butter and salt that you want to it, and garlic salt, I’ve discovered, is quite good too.

My heating is on a timer, and on average runs 7 hours in a day. It is set for the morning hours, before I awaken, and in the evening about the time when I arrive home from work (6.00-ish). Occasionally, if I am in my house for an afternoon, I will turn the heat on, especially on the colder days. I’ve found, though, that a hot water bottle, a cup of tea, and blankets can work wonders.

A habit that I've picked up during my stay in Belfast is recycling. One of the nice aspects about living in Belfast is that each home is provided with a recycling bin, and biweekly the bins are collected. I’ve noticed really, it’s a matter of accessibility. At home in Virginia, the nearest recycling center is several miles away from my home. I think this produces less of an incentive to actually make a habit of recycling. Something else that I’ve noticed is that I prefer to use shopping bags rather than using plastic grocery bags. I think we have at least five of these in our house, and they have drastically help to increase storage space by eliminating the plastic bags that can cover shelves.

Another change that I've had to make has to do with my hair, yes, my hair. I like to dye my hair. I tend to go for a dark cherry-cola color. This year, I have had to give up going to a salon to keep my color, and I've resorted to the boxed hair dye on ASDA (my grocery store) shelves. Elizabeth and I discovered that we both share this passion for hair color, and as a result, we have organized official hair-dying parties.

I suppose an advantage of living this type of lifestyle is that it has, in many ways, helped me to connect with lots of people in Ballybeen. On several occasions I have had some of the women that I have met in the programmes I work with over for a cup of tea, and vice versa. I have noticed that living in the area, and particularly in a home fit with the resources typically available to the surrounding community has allowed me to connect in unique ways. I think that the people of Ballybeen who come into my home are allowed to feel comfortable because they recognize that I am living as they do. Any possibility of intimidation is erased by the fact that I live as they do, and this has opened up new and exciting opportunities to learn more about them and relate to them.

One of the new people that I’ve gotten to know in Ballybeen is a Pakistani woman, named Mehrin who lives just around the corner from me on Bute Park. She brings her now seven-month-old daughter, Sabaoon (meaning “dawn”) to DFCI’s weekly moms and toddlers program, Sticky Fingers. I struck up a conversation with Mehrin about two months ago, when she first started coming to the program, and I discovered that like myself, she too was an English major. She completed her masters thesis on Charles Dickens at a university in Pakistan and had left the country to join her husband, a professional cricketer in the U.K. She has lived in Belfast for over three years now, but like myself, she knows what it is like to be away from home and being of a different culture in a new place.

She and I have found lots to talk about, and each Friday we share a cup of tea and a biscuit at one another’s homes. I continue to learn more and more about Pakistani culture with every visit that I make. Mehrin pulls out the photo albums and traditional dishes each time I visit. This past week Mehrin asked me to teach her how to make apple pie, and we spent the larger part of the afternoon peeling apples, laughing and joking, kneading dough, and watching Sabaoon play on the floor of my living room. Soon Mehrin will teach me how to make traditional Pakistani dishes…YUM!

December's Done and 2009 Has Begun

It's hard to believe that I am already 1/3 into my mission year here in Belfast! December has flown by and 2009 comes sailing in tonight with the same speed.

December, in a nutshell has consisted of a variety of Christmas celebrations. Not only were there plenty of parties held among church family and friends, but PAKT held its own Christmas Activity Afternoon for the children of Ballybeen. Nearly forty children participated in the event, taking home not only decorated Christmas cookies and angel crafts, but also the essence of the Christmas story provided in our program.

If there is anything that is unique about Northern Ireland, it is the concept of Christmas dinners. When I first heard the phrase I immediately associated with one meal, that would be consumed, as expected by the phrase, on Christmas day. However, as I quickly discovered, Christmas dinner is an opportunity for any social group to get together to celebrate the holiday. As you can imagine, there is a plethora of social groups/church groups operating in and out of Dundonald Methodist. Needless to say, I had four Christmas dinners this year, and only one of them was actually on Christmas day.

Another aspect that I discovered quickly about Christmas dinner is that there is a standard menu, that every Northern Irelander knows about. First, there is turkey, lots of turkey with stuffing and ham and gravy. Then, there are usually two types of potatoes, brussel sprouts, carrots, and turnips in some shape or fashion. Together the foods merge into a moundMind you, this is preceded by a starter, usually bread and casserole or a soup. Dessert follows all of this, usually in the form of pavlova, Christmas pudding, or pie. And yes, if you were wondering, my trousers are feeling the effects. I'm hoping that will ease with the running I intend to get back into in the new year.

I spent all of Christmas day with the Camptons, and had an absolutely fabulous time eating way too much, playing several rounds of Nintendo Wi with Sally and David's sons, Owain and Ciaran, and then, of course, curling up with Mittens, their cat, on the couch for a power nap. I will confess that I was moved to tears by how much the Camptons' felt like home this Christmas. I am blessed with a wonderful Irish family here.

Post-Christmas vacation time was spent gallivanting around Dublin with my direction-savy and thoroughly entertaining housemate, Elizabeth. We found ourselves a nice bed and breakfast in the heart of the city that put us in walking distance to almost all of the sites. Some of our favorite sites were the churches of Dublin. Christ Church Cathedral and St. Patrick's Cathedral offer a plethora of history and we were astounded by their beauty. One of my favorite stops was Dublin's infamous Writer's museum, home to the works of James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, and Seamus Heaney just to name a few. I really could have spent several days in that museum alone, but Belfast called me home for the New Year.

Tonight I will ring in 2009 by helping David Campton, Dundonald's minister, lead a communion service. The remainder of my evening will be spent in the fellowship with friends I have come to know and love here in Belfast, eating fondue and counting down the music hits of the year on the BBC. It would be an understatement to say I'm looking forward to it. :)

Hope you all have a Happy New Year and Many Blessings in 2009!

-Hannah