Dreaming of Wishing Wells

So the fleas in my apartment have been getting me down lately. July has not quite been the fun-filled party I was hoping, and the fleas are mostly to blame. Plus to make matters worse we are still baffled about how they are getting in or why they're here in the first place, since we don't have pets. I could rant about the fleas for a long time, but I will spare you. I'll just give you the flea story in a nutshell and then move on... When I got back from Chicago, my roommate showed me a collection of awful looking bug bites on her feet and legs. After some Google research, we concluded fleas were probably the culprit. Then she started seeing them in her bedroom. I bought flea spray and sprayed all the carpets and furniture. I read that they don't like the smell of Pine-Sol, so I Pine-Sol-ed our whole apartment over the course of an afternoon. It still smelled a few days later. But still the fleas were biting poor Bethany. Then they moved into my room. Before the extermin...

I was going to post sooner, but I've been somewhat preoccupied by an infestation of fleas here in my apartment. But that's another story. So for now, let me tell you about my trip to Chicago... (and a flea just bit me) I was blessed to have the opportunity to travel to Chicago with Pine Street Presbyterian Church's youth group. Pine Street has been my church since I was about 8 years old and until only recently when I joined a church in Delaware. I have a lot of memories from conferences and camps I attended through the church when I was in high school; they were definitely influential in my life. I never got to go on a mission trip though. This was their first mission trip for youth, and I thought it was really special that I was able to go and be part of it, even though I'm not longer a student and not around the church much anymore. When I was in high school, the youth group (which didn't start till my senior year) was very, very small...like 3 or 4 people on an ...