Apron DIY, Soap Suds, and Obedience

I'll admit I am not much of a sewing-type nor much of a DIY type.
Sewing takes too much meticulous concentration. DIY is too trendy {insert cough}.

(The beginnings of the apron: I bought a XL men's shirt, mostly cause it was cheap and I like the fabric. 
And mostly because I thought maybe, perhaps, it would make a cool apron. I added the lace hoping it would add a nice, feminine touch.)

However, considering the next step before me, I braved the unknown.

 (it was rather simple. Chop off the sleeves, hem up the edges...)

                                                         
Actually, God's been teaching me this past year to brave the unknown not once, but twice.
You see, almost exactly a year ago He sent me to the little town of Honeybrook.
He called me to be a schoolteacher {official title}
Unofficially, I learned that teaching in a DIY mode is absolutely impossible.
I learned that being a front-line missionary is HARD WORK, but when dependent on Him, SO FULL OF JOY.

Halfway through the school year, He decided to use a little humor and give me an unusual opportunity. Because of a mishap involving a pogo stick (see pogo stick post here if you want to know how it happened), God showed me a new place.
I went back home and He kept pressing it... not letting me forget it.
And so it brings me to today.
Leaving teacher-hood, with all its ups and downs, behind. And embarking on the new adventure of... camp cook.

(It worked! Lace added a very pleasant touch.)

I know, it's a pretty far shot from being a teacher. What do they have in common anyways??
Not much save the fact that He never wastes each moment, each season of life.
Whether doing something "great" like teaching middle school girls, or something "insignificant" like cooking at a residential girls camp.

(natural evening light and a nautical, almost taylored look)

"...we ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed..." -Brother Lawrence

All this to say, you now know where I will be for the next year... or 2 or 3.
While my ideas and dreams of travels to places like inner-city Paris and the slums of India have not materialized yet, He is teaching me that the best place to be is the place He puts me.
It doesn't require a fancy calling or a glamorous idea.
It requires obedience and hard work and simple faith. {All of which I'm still learning, by the way}

So yes, I will spend my next year making food, washing dishes, and making more food for 25 girls (all in a kitchen in the backwoods of South Carolina).
But I know God calls a person to more than just "be."

"That the end we ought to propose to ourselves is to become, in this life, the most perfect worshipers of God we can possibly be, as we hope to be through all eternity."

I hope to be, like Brother Lawrence (a dishwashing monk in the 1500's), one who practices His presence, no matter where I am or what I do.
It sounds high and spiritual and unattainable.
With His help, I want it to be a daily, livable reality.
{Even awash in soap suds and wearing a DIY apron.}