Uprooted with a Voice
I was six years old when my name changed for the first time. My mom had remarried and her husband adopted me. Hallie Gregurich to Hallie Hosch in the blink of an eye. Fourteen years later, a ring on the finger and a vow before friends, I became Hallie Carl, wife to Lee. Three different names in 20 years. As time passed, I was called many things, Caleb’s mom, Isaiah’s mom, friend, youth leader and more. While receiving a new name should accompany an identity switch, the most defining moment of my identity was yet to come.
Mysteries in Mini-Notebooks
Every day of junior high, as I headed to the large cafeteria that assaulted the senses with smells of fried foods, industrial cleaner and hundreds of teenagers, I walked past the student store. One day I stopped and looked through the items for sale. I noticed a small flip notebook, similar to the ones you see police officers use on tv, except cheaper and less official looking. I purchased one for the whopping cost of 25 cents. I gripped my new purchase in my hands and felt a jolt of electricity. The little notebook seemed to hold possibilities.
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I gazed out over the Baltic Sea, its waters calm and peaceful. It was good to be back in Latvia. I became enchanted with its stoic beauty, strong people, and curious youth in 2019 when I was able be on a short term mission trip with a team from our church.