for two months my ghetto fabulous africa countdown calendar has served me well. today is my last day at work before my month-long vacation, and i put on the last little cutout elephant. all done.
tonight i'll finish packing and try to get some sleep before i leave reno tomorrow afternoon.
oh! did i already mention the suprise i have for the orphan girls i'll be spending time with? i have little bottles of nailpolish i'll be bringing with me to paint their nails. apparently they obsess over bright nail polish. its a little something to make them smile.
(me in the walmart checkout line buying the polish)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
shopping is easy... packing is harder
shopping for a trip? oh i can do that... that's the easy part.
it's the shopping for everything i need, and the gathering of everything to pack, that's so easy.
the packing though? i keep thinking i'm going to forget something, and because of that my list of things to bring has gotten a bit longer than i thought it'd be.
i think i'll end up gathering everything i think i need and then packing and repacking a few (million) times just to make sure i've been as efficient as possible and haven't forgotten anything vital to my trip. it'll take alot of trial and error, but i'm betting the quantity of things i pack will go down a bit more each time i repack.
tomorrow i am shopping for a whole lot more things i need like the proper wardrobe and just little necessities that i have to stock up on... i will feel so much better when those items are purchased and i can start the aforementioned packing and repacking cycle.
it's the shopping for everything i need, and the gathering of everything to pack, that's so easy.
the packing though? i keep thinking i'm going to forget something, and because of that my list of things to bring has gotten a bit longer than i thought it'd be.
i think i'll end up gathering everything i think i need and then packing and repacking a few (million) times just to make sure i've been as efficient as possible and haven't forgotten anything vital to my trip. it'll take alot of trial and error, but i'm betting the quantity of things i pack will go down a bit more each time i repack.
tomorrow i am shopping for a whole lot more things i need like the proper wardrobe and just little necessities that i have to stock up on... i will feel so much better when those items are purchased and i can start the aforementioned packing and repacking cycle.
Friday, December 19, 2008
14 days
i leave for africa in 14 days.
14 days.
holy mother!
i've never been out of the country before, so i'm a bit nervous, but i know it'll all be good. my friend michele and i are sooooo excited. i drive down to her house in the bay area, on jan 1st, and then we leave from SFO around 12pm on jan 2nd. we'll fly to london and have 12 hours from 7am to 7pm, to bum around london. then we hop on our plane again and go to nairobi where we will meet up with the dan man, and get on some form of ghetto fabulous african "transporation" and travel 10 hours to kitale, kenya.
omigosh its probably going to be so long and exhausting, but i dont even care... not in the least bit. wanna know why?
'CUZ I'M GOING TO AFRICA!!
freaking exciting, is what that is...
so that's the plan for now. i've been getting travel advice from everyone who's been there, and keeping a running list of what i'll need to pack in my suitcase. i'm going to recruit some friends to help me pack - and eliminate certain things - from my suitcase next week.
i'll keep you posted!
14 days.
holy mother!
i've never been out of the country before, so i'm a bit nervous, but i know it'll all be good. my friend michele and i are sooooo excited. i drive down to her house in the bay area, on jan 1st, and then we leave from SFO around 12pm on jan 2nd. we'll fly to london and have 12 hours from 7am to 7pm, to bum around london. then we hop on our plane again and go to nairobi where we will meet up with the dan man, and get on some form of ghetto fabulous african "transporation" and travel 10 hours to kitale, kenya.
omigosh its probably going to be so long and exhausting, but i dont even care... not in the least bit. wanna know why?
'CUZ I'M GOING TO AFRICA!!
freaking exciting, is what that is...
so that's the plan for now. i've been getting travel advice from everyone who's been there, and keeping a running list of what i'll need to pack in my suitcase. i'm going to recruit some friends to help me pack - and eliminate certain things - from my suitcase next week.
i'll keep you posted!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
a birthday celebration to remember
this past week, faith and i had the best birthday of our lives. autumn loves being hostess, and decided to outdo herself with an amazing surprise 25th birthday party for us.
she enlisted the help of family and friends, and to their credit, no one at all let the secret leak! my roomies even kept the secret...
jenn sturtevant and her beautiful family came and added to the joy...
faith and i were blindfolded and led to what we thought was going to be a nice dinner with our friend jonathan, and sister joy at a local restaurant. not so much... with the shout of "1, 2, 3 SURPRISE!" the blindfolds came off, and we were speechless. we couldn't do anything but giggle and smile for a good 3 minutes. :)
after a bit of "omigosh i cant believe you gave us a suprise party!" conversation, we were told there would be dancing as well... to which my face looked something like this:
faith and i couldn't do anything but smile like giddy schoolgirls all night long. thanks to autumn and mom and dad and the friends and family that came, we will remember and cherish our 25th birthday celebration forever.
who says growing up isn't fun?!?! not hepners...
(anyone wishing to see all the pictures can visit my facebook album for the party HERE)
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
i got it!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
holiness
"Holy is the way God is. To be holy He does not conform to a standard. He IS that standard." ~A.W. Tozer
passport? check!
the man at the counter eyed me over his dark-rimmed spectacles as i leaned over his counter at the post office, alert and ready to shove my birth certificate and already completed passport paperwork at him. when requested, the papers flew to his hands as if they had a life of their own, and i was ready! ready to give him my hundred dollars and even let him keep my drivers license if he needed it. all to have my freedom... freedom in the form of that little booklet called a "UNITED STATES PASSPORT".
::queue the hallelujah chorus, please::
yep, he had all the paperwork, my money, and everything he needed. as he eyed me with an amused "i wonder where she's going" expression, he glanced from my face down to the paperwork with a little chuckle.
he didn't even need to ask. i volunteered the information in an excited rush of words. "africa. i'm going to africa. kitale, actually. my parents bought my ticket and now i'm going to see my friend daniel who started a nonprofit over there. i'm excited."
he looked at me like i was a nutcase. i didn't blame him. poor guy... he was the only person within earshot for me to talk to. oooh.. unless i took off around the corner and into the post office packing area to regale a helpless postworker grandmother with my excited squeals about how i would have the freedom to travel the world once i received that beautiful little book with blank and stampable pages for recording every place i will go...
sigh. no... i wasn't in the mood for a strip search and night in jail when they cuffed me for crossing the painted yellow line and jeopardizing the privacy of united states citizens and their private mail. Lord only knows what i would've seen. oh well. the poor passport guy would have to suffer through my exuberance all on his own. after the first squeal of joy when i signed the papers with him as my witness, the following four or five didnt really phase him.
as a matter of fact, i believe he was genuinely excited for me and my adventure, and shared that he has an aunt in kenya. ha! i invited him to come. heh heh.
when i walked outside i saw the world in a whole new light... it was mine. mine for the taking!! the world was my oyster! i squealed as the door shut behind me, and i could've sworn i heard the passport worker chuckle as i walked away.
::queue the hallelujah chorus, please::
yep, he had all the paperwork, my money, and everything he needed. as he eyed me with an amused "i wonder where she's going" expression, he glanced from my face down to the paperwork with a little chuckle.
he didn't even need to ask. i volunteered the information in an excited rush of words. "africa. i'm going to africa. kitale, actually. my parents bought my ticket and now i'm going to see my friend daniel who started a nonprofit over there. i'm excited."
he looked at me like i was a nutcase. i didn't blame him. poor guy... he was the only person within earshot for me to talk to. oooh.. unless i took off around the corner and into the post office packing area to regale a helpless postworker grandmother with my excited squeals about how i would have the freedom to travel the world once i received that beautiful little book with blank and stampable pages for recording every place i will go...
sigh. no... i wasn't in the mood for a strip search and night in jail when they cuffed me for crossing the painted yellow line and jeopardizing the privacy of united states citizens and their private mail. Lord only knows what i would've seen. oh well. the poor passport guy would have to suffer through my exuberance all on his own. after the first squeal of joy when i signed the papers with him as my witness, the following four or five didnt really phase him.
as a matter of fact, i believe he was genuinely excited for me and my adventure, and shared that he has an aunt in kenya. ha! i invited him to come. heh heh.
when i walked outside i saw the world in a whole new light... it was mine. mine for the taking!! the world was my oyster! i squealed as the door shut behind me, and i could've sworn i heard the passport worker chuckle as i walked away.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
a successful project
ever since i've lived with my roommates, we've needed furniture. we're getting it from my roommate's parents when they get their storage truck over to our house, but there have been some time delays, so i've laughed alot at the state of our living room and dining room. i decided that i would purchase a dining room table because that was not on the list of things we'll possibly be receiving from the elusive storage truck.
after stalking craigslist for a month, i found a table i wanted. it was pub style, cheap, and God just gave me a peace about purchasing it. once i got it into the house and the roommate's boyfriend and i put it together (it was in pieces when i bought it), i realized the silver just didnt match anything else in the house. i just had to do something about that.
after debating for a couple days, i ran to walmart and bought some textured spray paint to see if i'd like the way it looked. i tested it on an extra piece of metal from one of the chairs, and loved it! it took me 3 hours to tape around the seat cushions with duck tape and plastic, protecting them from the 10 bottles of spray paint i would eventually end up using, and then another 3 hours of spraypainting and 2 more waiting for it to dry. i couldn't believe how fun it was, this little project of mine! i totally owned that table.
every time i walk in my house now and see it, i think of how proud my friend jenn would be of me. she's a crafty lil momma and has a new project every week it seems. i am so in love with my table now, and love that i can say i kinda created it. :)
before:
after:
after stalking craigslist for a month, i found a table i wanted. it was pub style, cheap, and God just gave me a peace about purchasing it. once i got it into the house and the roommate's boyfriend and i put it together (it was in pieces when i bought it), i realized the silver just didnt match anything else in the house. i just had to do something about that.
after debating for a couple days, i ran to walmart and bought some textured spray paint to see if i'd like the way it looked. i tested it on an extra piece of metal from one of the chairs, and loved it! it took me 3 hours to tape around the seat cushions with duck tape and plastic, protecting them from the 10 bottles of spray paint i would eventually end up using, and then another 3 hours of spraypainting and 2 more waiting for it to dry. i couldn't believe how fun it was, this little project of mine! i totally owned that table.
every time i walk in my house now and see it, i think of how proud my friend jenn would be of me. she's a crafty lil momma and has a new project every week it seems. i am so in love with my table now, and love that i can say i kinda created it. :)
before:
after:
happy family
autumn's birthday was yesterday. it was so special to get to spend the day with her.
faith hosted a little part of sorts at her house, and after some time hanging out eating and laughing we decided we needed to go do something together. it's cool hanging out, but sometimes you just gotta go on an adventure together.
our adventure took us to the wild island family adventure park's miniature golf course. i wouldn't be able to explain half of the craziness that happened that night, but suffice to say there was laughter... lots of doubled over, pain-in-your-side, i'm-laughing-so-hard-i-can't-breathe, kind of laughter.
miniature golf with the hepners? now that is a sight!
here are some pictures from our night:
faith hosted a little part of sorts at her house, and after some time hanging out eating and laughing we decided we needed to go do something together. it's cool hanging out, but sometimes you just gotta go on an adventure together.
our adventure took us to the wild island family adventure park's miniature golf course. i wouldn't be able to explain half of the craziness that happened that night, but suffice to say there was laughter... lots of doubled over, pain-in-your-side, i'm-laughing-so-hard-i-can't-breathe, kind of laughter.
miniature golf with the hepners? now that is a sight!
here are some pictures from our night:
Friday, August 29, 2008
the ball keeps rollin...
Holy crap, I'm freakin excited!
You’d think that would be enough of an amazing testimony about how he’s providing, wouldn’t you? Nope… his plans and purposes FAR exceed anything I could hope for. My friend Rebecca Shaevitz was telling her roommate and coworker, Michele (who is in her last year at seminary), about what God was doing with my trip to Africa, and the Holy Spirit impressed on Michele that she was to go as well. She didn’t know how she would get a plane ticket as they go up in price more and more every day, and she didn’t have the money to purchase one. Well, God had a plan for that as well – he always does, doesn’t he? She asked her boss for the month of January off, and her boss said something like “Absolutely… and I would like to buy your plane ticket. Would you allow me to do that?” I think at this point Michele actually said “Uh… yes?” as if it was even a question?!?! Yet again… God prepares the way before us.
Michele purchased her flight yesterday, and God provided a great price for the exact flights I booked my ticket on - with seats right next to mine. He has brought us together on this trip, and we are in suspense waiting for how next he will continue to guide our paths on this amazing adventure!
So… Michele will be going with me and earning credit for her Union Degree, studying the structure and ministries if TI; I will be going to learn the ins and outs of the ministry as well, seeing up close and personal the ministry I help support with my time here in the states. It’s this weird thing though that I’m going through right now - I hesitate to make any predictions on what my time there will be like. There is a stirring of Spirit in me that makes me think He has much more planned for my time there than I could ever imagine or expect.
I covet your prayers - and advice - for my trip. Even with four months until liftoff, I get more excited every day!!
You’d think that would be enough of an amazing testimony about how he’s providing, wouldn’t you? Nope… his plans and purposes FAR exceed anything I could hope for. My friend Rebecca Shaevitz was telling her roommate and coworker, Michele (who is in her last year at seminary), about what God was doing with my trip to Africa, and the Holy Spirit impressed on Michele that she was to go as well. She didn’t know how she would get a plane ticket as they go up in price more and more every day, and she didn’t have the money to purchase one. Well, God had a plan for that as well – he always does, doesn’t he? She asked her boss for the month of January off, and her boss said something like “Absolutely… and I would like to buy your plane ticket. Would you allow me to do that?” I think at this point Michele actually said “Uh… yes?” as if it was even a question?!?! Yet again… God prepares the way before us.
Michele purchased her flight yesterday, and God provided a great price for the exact flights I booked my ticket on - with seats right next to mine. He has brought us together on this trip, and we are in suspense waiting for how next he will continue to guide our paths on this amazing adventure!
So… Michele will be going with me and earning credit for her Union Degree, studying the structure and ministries if TI; I will be going to learn the ins and outs of the ministry as well, seeing up close and personal the ministry I help support with my time here in the states. It’s this weird thing though that I’m going through right now - I hesitate to make any predictions on what my time there will be like. There is a stirring of Spirit in me that makes me think He has much more planned for my time there than I could ever imagine or expect.
I covet your prayers - and advice - for my trip. Even with four months until liftoff, I get more excited every day!!
Monday, August 18, 2008
africa or bust
on january 2, 2009 i will be leaving for my first trip abroad. i will be departing from san franciso, ca and arriving 10 hours later in london for a layover before my next flight to nairobi airport where daniel lipparelli (from transformed international) will meet me for the 8 hr matatu ride to kitale, kenya.
"well that's a fast decision" you might say, but oh no my friends... that's GOD. he laid it on the hearts of my parents to provide me with money for a plane ticket to africa when i hadn't even planned on going! then he opened doors for me to be able to leave work for the month of january as well... and seriously, when do bosses say "how awesome! when are you going?!" yeah... mine did. totally a God thing. :)
when i try to explain what's going on in my head and how excited i am, it just comes out as "EEEEEEEE!!" in a squeal of glee. haha
i have four months to prepare and watch what God does as he opens even more doors for me to board that plane to africa, and i've just given the whole trip over to him. He has already started the ball rolling on a friend of mine named michele, heading to kenya with me, and i'm excited to see who else he brings. who knows what he's up to - but it's always GREAT THINGS!!
as always, i covet your prayer support as i get ready to leave in the next few months, and i'll keep you all posted on my plans and adventures.
love ya!
(depositing the check for my plane ticket)
"well that's a fast decision" you might say, but oh no my friends... that's GOD. he laid it on the hearts of my parents to provide me with money for a plane ticket to africa when i hadn't even planned on going! then he opened doors for me to be able to leave work for the month of january as well... and seriously, when do bosses say "how awesome! when are you going?!" yeah... mine did. totally a God thing. :)
when i try to explain what's going on in my head and how excited i am, it just comes out as "EEEEEEEE!!" in a squeal of glee. haha
i have four months to prepare and watch what God does as he opens even more doors for me to board that plane to africa, and i've just given the whole trip over to him. He has already started the ball rolling on a friend of mine named michele, heading to kenya with me, and i'm excited to see who else he brings. who knows what he's up to - but it's always GREAT THINGS!!
as always, i covet your prayer support as i get ready to leave in the next few months, and i'll keep you all posted on my plans and adventures.
love ya!
(depositing the check for my plane ticket)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
doggy daycare
so our old roommate breann has a lil puppy named summit. shortly after she adopted him from a shelter, he was hit by a car and needed surgery for a fractured hip. poor lil guy has been recovering for a month or so, and so when breanne had to head back to idaho, we decided lil summit needed to stay with us for 3 weeks to finish his physical therapy while she went back to idaho to be a guide for a river rafting trip down the salmon river.
shauna and i have a laugh or two everyday about the little nerd. he is on our heels and whines if we shut any door on him... even to use the restroom. he also barks up a storm if we leave him in the backyard, so we have to keep him at the kennel during the day while we're at work... goodness it's a chore - although a histerical one.
bedtime is a bit comical as he sleeps on his bed in a corner of my new room, but can't seem to get to sleep for about 15 minutes after i close the door at night... he crawls around under my bed (checking for monsters i'm guessing), jumps up at the door as if someone on the other side is ready to spring him free of his prison, and only after my growling "summit... go lay down" about 5 times does he actually lay down and whine for another 5 minutes until he accepts that he must now actually go to sleep. man... he's a chore for sure. probably like most kids though, fighting bedtime at any cost...he sure does look like an angel when he's asleep though.
shauna and i laugh about feeling like the parents of a handicapped child... he just requires so much TLC. we love him, but as all aunties, we'll be happy to send him home with his mom in a couple weeks when she gets back. :)
shauna and i have a laugh or two everyday about the little nerd. he is on our heels and whines if we shut any door on him... even to use the restroom. he also barks up a storm if we leave him in the backyard, so we have to keep him at the kennel during the day while we're at work... goodness it's a chore - although a histerical one.
bedtime is a bit comical as he sleeps on his bed in a corner of my new room, but can't seem to get to sleep for about 15 minutes after i close the door at night... he crawls around under my bed (checking for monsters i'm guessing), jumps up at the door as if someone on the other side is ready to spring him free of his prison, and only after my growling "summit... go lay down" about 5 times does he actually lay down and whine for another 5 minutes until he accepts that he must now actually go to sleep. man... he's a chore for sure. probably like most kids though, fighting bedtime at any cost...he sure does look like an angel when he's asleep though.
shauna and i laugh about feeling like the parents of a handicapped child... he just requires so much TLC. we love him, but as all aunties, we'll be happy to send him home with his mom in a couple weeks when she gets back. :)
Friday, August 1, 2008
backstube austrian bakery
i have recently been obsessed with a little austrian bakery cafe that's been in reno for years and years, but that i never was aware of. my sister took me there a couple months ago, and recently i returned to backstube's tasty goodness, convincing friends and coworkers alike, to join me for lunch. it gave me an excuse to have their AMAZING chicken salad which just - honestly! - rocks my world.
light but filling, and oh so beautifully arranged on whatever china they have, their food is amazing and the owners and staff are so friendly and helpful. their specialty is austrian pastries of all kinds, from the decadent cakes to light and fluffy eclairs... but don't let their baked goods fool you into thinking they can't make a mean lunch.
the lunch menu printed on one 8 1/2 x 11 laminated page of stationery, packs a mouthful of taste for its few specialties. soups, salads, sandwiches and a store full of desserts await your palette if you're in the mood for a mouthful of tasty goodness that is seldom rivaled in the visual and culinary quisine usually found in mom and pop places.
check it out... you won't be disappointed.
light but filling, and oh so beautifully arranged on whatever china they have, their food is amazing and the owners and staff are so friendly and helpful. their specialty is austrian pastries of all kinds, from the decadent cakes to light and fluffy eclairs... but don't let their baked goods fool you into thinking they can't make a mean lunch.
the lunch menu printed on one 8 1/2 x 11 laminated page of stationery, packs a mouthful of taste for its few specialties. soups, salads, sandwiches and a store full of desserts await your palette if you're in the mood for a mouthful of tasty goodness that is seldom rivaled in the visual and culinary quisine usually found in mom and pop places.
check it out... you won't be disappointed.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
old house new house
so about two months ago i moved from living with the sisters to living with some good friends of mine. shauna, breann and joy. breann is moving out in a couple days, so we're downsizing from a charming (and huge) older home in northwest reno...
...to a smaller home a mile or two away. we're getting a great deal on rent and the house is just so perfect for what we need... three bedrooms, a large living area and kitchen, a little backyard, and a covered patio with super cute patio furniture. we're so excited!!!
last night shauna and i and joy went over and dropped off our first loads of stuff. we (i) squealed when our keys opened the door, and we picked out our rooms, too. after dropping off our first load of boxes, we prayed over our new place. just the three of us in a lil "holy huddle" of sorts, giving God our new home and asking him to use it for his glory.
tonight the intense moving starts, and then tomorrow we clean our old house so the five college girls moving in, can do so. :) more to come...
...to a smaller home a mile or two away. we're getting a great deal on rent and the house is just so perfect for what we need... three bedrooms, a large living area and kitchen, a little backyard, and a covered patio with super cute patio furniture. we're so excited!!!
last night shauna and i and joy went over and dropped off our first loads of stuff. we (i) squealed when our keys opened the door, and we picked out our rooms, too. after dropping off our first load of boxes, we prayed over our new place. just the three of us in a lil "holy huddle" of sorts, giving God our new home and asking him to use it for his glory.
tonight the intense moving starts, and then tomorrow we clean our old house so the five college girls moving in, can do so. :) more to come...
Monday, July 28, 2008
mr. big mac makes a move
i went to run an errand today on my lunch break, and got done a bit early. i decided to grab a quick bite to eat at mcdonalds. little did i know this fast food visit would be blog-worthy.
upon walking in, a goodlooking hispanic man (i will call him Mr. Big Mac) raised his eyebrows and checked me out as i walked past his table. now, mind you a girl has her "i look good and i know it" days, and let me just say today was one of mine... cute white sandals, cute white summer skirt, and even cuter polka-dot layered top with adorable earrings and sunglasses.
i felt good, and i knew why he was lookin... nothing causes more head-turns than a woman confident in her beauty.
(yeah... that's right. ms. humility herself, right here... mmhmmm)
so Mr. Big Mac eyes me as i walk to the counter and i just smile to myself as i go about ordering my lunch.
i got my drink cup and walked around another customer over to the beverage station where i would be getting my cup of liquid sugar sodapop to eat with my carefully thrown together heart attack hamburger and quadruple bypass french fries. out of the corner of my eye i saw some movement.
Mr. Big Mac had decided to make a move.
he glanced my way and started briskly walking towards me, not even seeing the lady customer he was about to collide with. his chest hit her elbow, and his eyes jerked from me in surprise as her empty drink cup flew into the air and she let out a muffled gasp.
moment ruined. any would-be-smooth lines tarnished by the collision, he gave me an embarrassed smile, apologized to the woman he collided with, and walked out the door.
i was trying not to laugh out loud, both flattered by his attentiveness that ended up in a collision with another patron, and sorry for the blow to his pride. as i put the lid on my drink and turned around, i saw two college guys snickering in line as they averted their eyes from Mr. Big Mac walking out the door.
at that point i really DID let out a little laugh on the trek to my table...
poor Mr. Big Mac. better luck next time.
upon walking in, a goodlooking hispanic man (i will call him Mr. Big Mac) raised his eyebrows and checked me out as i walked past his table. now, mind you a girl has her "i look good and i know it" days, and let me just say today was one of mine... cute white sandals, cute white summer skirt, and even cuter polka-dot layered top with adorable earrings and sunglasses.
i felt good, and i knew why he was lookin... nothing causes more head-turns than a woman confident in her beauty.
(yeah... that's right. ms. humility herself, right here... mmhmmm)
so Mr. Big Mac eyes me as i walk to the counter and i just smile to myself as i go about ordering my lunch.
i got my drink cup and walked around another customer over to the beverage station where i would be getting my cup of liquid sugar sodapop to eat with my carefully thrown together heart attack hamburger and quadruple bypass french fries. out of the corner of my eye i saw some movement.
Mr. Big Mac had decided to make a move.
he glanced my way and started briskly walking towards me, not even seeing the lady customer he was about to collide with. his chest hit her elbow, and his eyes jerked from me in surprise as her empty drink cup flew into the air and she let out a muffled gasp.
moment ruined. any would-be-smooth lines tarnished by the collision, he gave me an embarrassed smile, apologized to the woman he collided with, and walked out the door.
i was trying not to laugh out loud, both flattered by his attentiveness that ended up in a collision with another patron, and sorry for the blow to his pride. as i put the lid on my drink and turned around, i saw two college guys snickering in line as they averted their eyes from Mr. Big Mac walking out the door.
at that point i really DID let out a little laugh on the trek to my table...
poor Mr. Big Mac. better luck next time.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
forgive and forget? i think not
forgive and forget is the lamest relational advice i've ever heard.
when someone wounds you, it can sink into your being and hurt you so deeply you convince yourself it's better just to go crawl in a hole than face a world of people who could possibly wound you further.
we have all experienced it... perhaps that person spreading a rumor that degrades your character with lies, or a friend who shares a secret with one person and that secret snowballs beyond their control as it spreads from person to person. maybe it was a relationship you had with someone that ended in unrest, and restoration and closure are sorely needed but you don't know how to go about that dreaded conversation.
all of these are legitimate and very real wounds that we wittingly or unwittingly inflict upon each other. some wounds are accidental or unintentional, but just the same, they cannot be forgotten... and i don't believe God wants his children to "forgive and forget" as we have often been taught.
"forgiveness is accepting the consequences of someone else's sin."
forgiveness is biblical, healthy, and (most importantly) Christlike... but saying i forgive you, and then forcing yourself to forget that someone in your life is proned to hurt you or wound you in a certain way that could perhaps become a pattern in your friendship or relationship, is not biblical or healthy - and i daresay, it is impossible. the wounds others inflict on us usually hit us where it hurts... deeply. we need to be aware of, and cautious of, those people who have hurt us in the past, and could possibly hurt us in the future as well. while forgiving them of their past wounds, that doesn't mean we lower our shield (so to speak) when we see their arrow flying at us, only to willingly allow them to hurt us yet again.
even when that arrow flies towards us though, it isn't reason enough to give up. being in a relationship means you work through the rough parts... and in every relationship you will find fault and sin. be willing to trust, and willing to listen and forgive even when the going gets rough and boundaries have to be made.
say a loved one blabs private areas of your life to someone else... saying "i don't feel comfortable talking about this issue with you yet" with someone who abuses your inclusion of them into that part of your life, is a very healthy way to handle the situation. keep them included in areas of your life, and acknowledge that they are very important to you still even though they've hurt you, but let them into areas of your life that they can't abuse...or that aren't so personal and risky for you to share, knowing their past history of indiscretion.
as an adult i try so hard to have healthy relationships with open communication and mutual trust. when i am frustrated or offended, i usually pray about how to share my feelings, and then speak with the person who has offended me as quickly as possible - and usually within hours of the offense. there is this other thing i have learned is my forte though, and i have to remind myself to avoid at all costs. it is the manipulative teaser line: "you hurt my feelings. i can't really explain it right now though... i need some time to think about it."
what the CRAP is that all about? where did i learn to so expertly manipulate guilt in someone? i think of the times people have done that to me, and flinch just thinking of how sick to my stomach i've gotten thinking it might be days of relational limbo before someone chose to tell me of my offense so i could apologize and ask forgiveness. oh the manipulative things we can do to try and hold another person's sin over their head as long as possible... it hurts me inside to relive those times of immaturity and feigned forgiveness.
the most important thing i would say about conflict management in relationships is this:
when you feel someone has wounded you, tell them immediately. waiting until someone asks you what's wrong, or even until it's "the right time" is usually always our way of delaying the inevitable confrontationally risky conversation where we have to be vulnerable with someone. even when we think we're hiding our emotions like a pro, we aren't. people notice the change in us, and we are harming not only ourselves, but also the people we feel have wronged us. speak up... don't shut down. the longer we are silent, the more it takes to gain back that trust and close communication... and sometimes the damage can be irreparable.
"unforgiveness is a poison we drink, expecting someone else to die."
when someone wounds you, it can sink into your being and hurt you so deeply you convince yourself it's better just to go crawl in a hole than face a world of people who could possibly wound you further.
we have all experienced it... perhaps that person spreading a rumor that degrades your character with lies, or a friend who shares a secret with one person and that secret snowballs beyond their control as it spreads from person to person. maybe it was a relationship you had with someone that ended in unrest, and restoration and closure are sorely needed but you don't know how to go about that dreaded conversation.
all of these are legitimate and very real wounds that we wittingly or unwittingly inflict upon each other. some wounds are accidental or unintentional, but just the same, they cannot be forgotten... and i don't believe God wants his children to "forgive and forget" as we have often been taught.
"forgiveness is accepting the consequences of someone else's sin."
forgiveness is biblical, healthy, and (most importantly) Christlike... but saying i forgive you, and then forcing yourself to forget that someone in your life is proned to hurt you or wound you in a certain way that could perhaps become a pattern in your friendship or relationship, is not biblical or healthy - and i daresay, it is impossible. the wounds others inflict on us usually hit us where it hurts... deeply. we need to be aware of, and cautious of, those people who have hurt us in the past, and could possibly hurt us in the future as well. while forgiving them of their past wounds, that doesn't mean we lower our shield (so to speak) when we see their arrow flying at us, only to willingly allow them to hurt us yet again.
even when that arrow flies towards us though, it isn't reason enough to give up. being in a relationship means you work through the rough parts... and in every relationship you will find fault and sin. be willing to trust, and willing to listen and forgive even when the going gets rough and boundaries have to be made.
say a loved one blabs private areas of your life to someone else... saying "i don't feel comfortable talking about this issue with you yet" with someone who abuses your inclusion of them into that part of your life, is a very healthy way to handle the situation. keep them included in areas of your life, and acknowledge that they are very important to you still even though they've hurt you, but let them into areas of your life that they can't abuse...or that aren't so personal and risky for you to share, knowing their past history of indiscretion.
as an adult i try so hard to have healthy relationships with open communication and mutual trust. when i am frustrated or offended, i usually pray about how to share my feelings, and then speak with the person who has offended me as quickly as possible - and usually within hours of the offense. there is this other thing i have learned is my forte though, and i have to remind myself to avoid at all costs. it is the manipulative teaser line: "you hurt my feelings. i can't really explain it right now though... i need some time to think about it."
what the CRAP is that all about? where did i learn to so expertly manipulate guilt in someone? i think of the times people have done that to me, and flinch just thinking of how sick to my stomach i've gotten thinking it might be days of relational limbo before someone chose to tell me of my offense so i could apologize and ask forgiveness. oh the manipulative things we can do to try and hold another person's sin over their head as long as possible... it hurts me inside to relive those times of immaturity and feigned forgiveness.
the most important thing i would say about conflict management in relationships is this:
when you feel someone has wounded you, tell them immediately. waiting until someone asks you what's wrong, or even until it's "the right time" is usually always our way of delaying the inevitable confrontationally risky conversation where we have to be vulnerable with someone. even when we think we're hiding our emotions like a pro, we aren't. people notice the change in us, and we are harming not only ourselves, but also the people we feel have wronged us. speak up... don't shut down. the longer we are silent, the more it takes to gain back that trust and close communication... and sometimes the damage can be irreparable.
"unforgiveness is a poison we drink, expecting someone else to die."
Friday, July 18, 2008
fount of mercy
cry on my shoulder
Originally uploaded by hopiface
the above picture took my breath away.
my friend rebecca recently returned from a two week mission trip to africa. she took a few of her church youth to serve with fount of mercy, a non-profit organization associated with golden gate baptist theological seminary.
in her time there, rebecca's heart for missions and the third world has been renewed. i'm sure she'll have a blog about africa up soon, so visit rebeccashaevitz.blogspot.com if you'd like to check it out.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
my sparks idol video
hello everybody...
a ton of you have been dying to see the video of the sparks idol contest i was in on july 4th, so here it is. i didn't win the competition, but man was it a blast. it was the first time i've ever sung to an audience other than family, friends, or church... and MAN was it ever fun. i was nervous until i got on stage, and then it was all good. i looked at the crowd of 500ish and thought "my church audience is bigger than this... piece of cake!"
i hope you enjoy it... and thanks to everyone who stopped by to watch me compete. it wouldn't have been nearly as special without you all there.
a ton of you have been dying to see the video of the sparks idol contest i was in on july 4th, so here it is. i didn't win the competition, but man was it a blast. it was the first time i've ever sung to an audience other than family, friends, or church... and MAN was it ever fun. i was nervous until i got on stage, and then it was all good. i looked at the crowd of 500ish and thought "my church audience is bigger than this... piece of cake!"
i hope you enjoy it... and thanks to everyone who stopped by to watch me compete. it wouldn't have been nearly as special without you all there.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
the performance shirt
so i had a dilemma this week... what do i wear when performing on stage in the blistering heat, if i have not the desire (nor the body) to be half naked in a britney spears-esque sequined bathing suit top with short shorts and heels?
answer: head to the ross clearance racks!
this is the shirt i bought for my performance. it's romantic and girly and breezy... just what i was looking for!
answer: head to the ross clearance racks!
this is the shirt i bought for my performance. it's romantic and girly and breezy... just what i was looking for!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
sparks idol competition
i auditioned, and i made it through the cuts.
i am performing in the Sparks Idol competition, here in Reno, NV on July 4th.
i'll be singing Bless the Broken Road, by rascal flatts and i'm so excited i can't contain myself. it's two days away, and i have to purchase the perfect outfit for it... i already highlighted my hair and according to... well, everyone... it's super gorgeous so that makes me happy.
honestly i don't know how everything will work that day, but i'll keep everyone posted. it'll be a long, hot day in the sun but i'm so thrilled that i get to be a part of it.
hopefully i'll have a video of my performance to post afterwards!
i am performing in the Sparks Idol competition, here in Reno, NV on July 4th.
i'll be singing Bless the Broken Road, by rascal flatts and i'm so excited i can't contain myself. it's two days away, and i have to purchase the perfect outfit for it... i already highlighted my hair and according to... well, everyone... it's super gorgeous so that makes me happy.
honestly i don't know how everything will work that day, but i'll keep everyone posted. it'll be a long, hot day in the sun but i'm so thrilled that i get to be a part of it.
hopefully i'll have a video of my performance to post afterwards!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
surprise visitor
sushi with three of his four sisters
it was a surprise for mom and dad... the plan was to celebrate father's day a week late after mom and dad got back from their vacation, and bill would be at the dinner we had for dad. well it was a suprise alright... there was laughing and crying and looooots of hugging.
bill spent two weeks here in town with the family on leave from the navy... soon he leaves for virginia again, and we won't see him for a long time. we had alot of fun while he was here though. we took pictures, spent time together, laughed and talked about family life, and celebrated the return of "our navy man" as mom and dad like to say.
bill has changed in so many ways... he truly is grown up now, and learning alot about what it's like to live life with all the responsibilities and consequences of being an adult and making your own decisions... as we all are. i am really proud of him, and was so thrilled to have him back for a couple weeks. he spoiled us sisters rotten whenever he got the chance, taking us to sushi and pedicures, and even just sitting around at home, we just loved laughing with him again.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
spider attack
i HATE spiders.
no really... i loathe them. theyre creepy and crawly and creepycrawly just does not mix with my dna (that would be female dna in general).
that said, i had quite the horrifying experience last night. picture if you will...
i'm laying in bed at 11pm after a lovely talk with my roommate, and just sending out some last text messages before i head off to dreamland, and something tickled my arm. it was so light, i thought it might be my hair, so i shifted my arm. a few seconds later, i felt it again, so i went to grab my hair and move it. imagine my surprise when i grabbed something alive and moving, instead of a few strands of limp hair!!
yep... that's right. you guessed it. SPIDER! no no, my friends - that is not the end of the story. in shock, i quickly sat up (which KILLED my back) and looked down at my bed...a half dead spider the size of a nickel was scurrying under my unused pillows on the other side of my bed. thats right! apparently he thought my awareness of him was an invitation to share my bed. ugh. you know, given the opportunity, i can think of a few OTHER people i'd like to share my bed with that are.. you know.. HUMAN (aka: NOT ARACHNIDS!)so i leaned over to my nightstand (which ALSO killed my back) and grabbed my empty eye glass case. wielding it at the top of the pillowcase, up on my knees and half naked, i realized this was a very vulnerable situation for the spiders to put me in, and the resentment just fiiiiilled me.
too scared to lift the pillowcase and perhaps find the spider in the same vacinity as the hand i would use to lift the pillow, i was debating my next course of action. he was probably lying in wait for my tasty little finger. ugh. oh the frenzy i can work myself into, in five short seconds. little did i know, the eight legged freak had invited a friend... a much larger friend! so about the time i wielded my eye glass case, should the injured spider venture out from underneath, his spider friend crawled up the other side of the pillow and just sat there, staring me down.
now friends... consider my predicament. on my knees, on my bed, with a spider under the pillow and a spider on top of the pillow. i warred on whether to swat the big uninjured on away or just smush him violently into the fabric of pillow, simply to be rid of him. i think he sensed my unyielding spirit and his following demise, because he leapt off the pillow onto my bed, and retreated under my covers.
at this point, i was so horrified i just threw my covers off my bed, and without giving it a second thought, smashed the lil creepo!
now, i was quite happy with the turn of events until i realized he had a motive to what i thought was his death retreat. that spider elicited a tiny pang in my heart, as i thought "oh noooo" and quickly turned over the pillow where his wounded friend was supposedly hiding.
thats right, folks... lil martyr sacrificed his life so his wounded friend could escape. well, i assure you if his friend makes a comeback, martyrdom or no, i've had some battlefield training now and i will not be so easily surprised from here on... KILL KILL KILL!!
no really... i loathe them. theyre creepy and crawly and creepycrawly just does not mix with my dna (that would be female dna in general).
that said, i had quite the horrifying experience last night. picture if you will...
i'm laying in bed at 11pm after a lovely talk with my roommate, and just sending out some last text messages before i head off to dreamland, and something tickled my arm. it was so light, i thought it might be my hair, so i shifted my arm. a few seconds later, i felt it again, so i went to grab my hair and move it. imagine my surprise when i grabbed something alive and moving, instead of a few strands of limp hair!!
yep... that's right. you guessed it. SPIDER! no no, my friends - that is not the end of the story. in shock, i quickly sat up (which KILLED my back) and looked down at my bed...a half dead spider the size of a nickel was scurrying under my unused pillows on the other side of my bed. thats right! apparently he thought my awareness of him was an invitation to share my bed. ugh. you know, given the opportunity, i can think of a few OTHER people i'd like to share my bed with that are.. you know.. HUMAN (aka: NOT ARACHNIDS!)so i leaned over to my nightstand (which ALSO killed my back) and grabbed my empty eye glass case. wielding it at the top of the pillowcase, up on my knees and half naked, i realized this was a very vulnerable situation for the spiders to put me in, and the resentment just fiiiiilled me.
too scared to lift the pillowcase and perhaps find the spider in the same vacinity as the hand i would use to lift the pillow, i was debating my next course of action. he was probably lying in wait for my tasty little finger. ugh. oh the frenzy i can work myself into, in five short seconds. little did i know, the eight legged freak had invited a friend... a much larger friend! so about the time i wielded my eye glass case, should the injured spider venture out from underneath, his spider friend crawled up the other side of the pillow and just sat there, staring me down.
now friends... consider my predicament. on my knees, on my bed, with a spider under the pillow and a spider on top of the pillow. i warred on whether to swat the big uninjured on away or just smush him violently into the fabric of pillow, simply to be rid of him. i think he sensed my unyielding spirit and his following demise, because he leapt off the pillow onto my bed, and retreated under my covers.
at this point, i was so horrified i just threw my covers off my bed, and without giving it a second thought, smashed the lil creepo!
now, i was quite happy with the turn of events until i realized he had a motive to what i thought was his death retreat. that spider elicited a tiny pang in my heart, as i thought "oh noooo" and quickly turned over the pillow where his wounded friend was supposedly hiding.
thats right, folks... lil martyr sacrificed his life so his wounded friend could escape. well, i assure you if his friend makes a comeback, martyrdom or no, i've had some battlefield training now and i will not be so easily surprised from here on... KILL KILL KILL!!
Monday, May 5, 2008
the little things in life
i am so thankful for the little things in life.
i wake up in the morning, and grab my phone to shut off the obnoxious ode to joy that breaks my peaceful slumber, and glare with fuzzy eyes at the little blob of silver in my hand. if i didnt love my phone so much, i'd chuck it against the wall just to sleep a bit longer. alas, i slide it open, and to my delight have 15 text messages from late night friends saying goodmorning to me at 1am, probably knowing i'll get it when i wake up, or facebook status updates from friends already awake and notifying me of their hatred for early mornings. i love those friends... we understand each other so well. those text messages bring me joy. i am loved.
i stumble into the bathroom and wait silently for faith to spit out her toothpaste and relinquish the bathroom to me. she perkily glances at me and obnoxiously saunters by, and smiles, knowing if i had a voice i'd say "i hate everyone". i shut the door behind her and strip. the shower wakes me up, and i am thankful for my hard water, and i breathe in the smell of my oatmeal honey body wash that smells like shauna mccarthy's famous cookies. shauna mccarthy's cookies are joy joy joy down in my heart.
alive and ready to enter the world, i shove contacts into my eyes and the hazy world outside my shower doors comes into focus... ah the foggy mirror. and what's this? faith has left me a note in the foggy mirror... or did i leave that for her last week? no matter, it says "i love you" and i smile, because who doesnt want to hear THAT in the morning? joy joy JOOOOOY.
dressed and blowdried and powdered, i walk to the car with my lunch and purse in one hand, and my cell phone and sunglasses in the other. we drive away from the apartment complex and i buckle up, anticipating the morning terror. as we exit the parking lot, faith's cell phone starts: "bling bling bling bling". all her text messages are coming in, and as soon as they do, she leaps for her phone sitting in the door handle, and the steering wheel follows her sharply to the left. after screaming as we nearly collide - for the 900th time this year - with the median in the winding mountain road, i breathe out and release my grip on the roof handle as we pause for a few minutes at the stop sign. the stop sign... it brings me joy. so much joy. off we go to the freeway where life is safer at 70mph in snow, than at 10mph with faith texting.
at work my boss walks in all smiley on her morning starbucks high, and asks me how my night went. i give her the 30 second update, and she makes me smile with her sarcastic comments about my "wild" nights of late night starbucks runs and movies... i'd put her up against your boss anyday. i set my purse in my bottom desk drawer, and turn my cell phone to silent as i put it on my desk. the office phones start ringing, and i smile as i hear "hello hope speaking, this is autumn speaking" and i say hello to my lovely best friend who can't wait to tell me the newest joy of married life and the "most wonderful husband on the planet". autumn... she brings me joy.
my phone flashes, and i see more texts coming in. i smile again as i realize my friends obviously cannot face their day without hearing from me. i feel so special. oh the witnessing of oneanother's lives via text message... its complicated, but effective if you are attached to your cell phone all day. "missing you" texts... they bring me joy.
my day flies by after a lunch date with friends, and an afternoon of phones and emails, and i glance at my phone a few times before i see "here" and i run down to faith's car and slide in. we've talk and realize we've both had a good day, but if id was sad, she'd know. faith always knows when i need something sparkly in a pretty glass. for now we decide the dinner menu, and what movie we'll watch, and i hear her pretty little giggles as she tells me what she learned about the Lord today, and i think to myself "faith... faith brings me joy."
i wake up in the morning, and grab my phone to shut off the obnoxious ode to joy that breaks my peaceful slumber, and glare with fuzzy eyes at the little blob of silver in my hand. if i didnt love my phone so much, i'd chuck it against the wall just to sleep a bit longer. alas, i slide it open, and to my delight have 15 text messages from late night friends saying goodmorning to me at 1am, probably knowing i'll get it when i wake up, or facebook status updates from friends already awake and notifying me of their hatred for early mornings. i love those friends... we understand each other so well. those text messages bring me joy. i am loved.
i stumble into the bathroom and wait silently for faith to spit out her toothpaste and relinquish the bathroom to me. she perkily glances at me and obnoxiously saunters by, and smiles, knowing if i had a voice i'd say "i hate everyone". i shut the door behind her and strip. the shower wakes me up, and i am thankful for my hard water, and i breathe in the smell of my oatmeal honey body wash that smells like shauna mccarthy's famous cookies. shauna mccarthy's cookies are joy joy joy down in my heart.
alive and ready to enter the world, i shove contacts into my eyes and the hazy world outside my shower doors comes into focus... ah the foggy mirror. and what's this? faith has left me a note in the foggy mirror... or did i leave that for her last week? no matter, it says "i love you" and i smile, because who doesnt want to hear THAT in the morning? joy joy JOOOOOY.
dressed and blowdried and powdered, i walk to the car with my lunch and purse in one hand, and my cell phone and sunglasses in the other. we drive away from the apartment complex and i buckle up, anticipating the morning terror. as we exit the parking lot, faith's cell phone starts: "bling bling bling bling". all her text messages are coming in, and as soon as they do, she leaps for her phone sitting in the door handle, and the steering wheel follows her sharply to the left. after screaming as we nearly collide - for the 900th time this year - with the median in the winding mountain road, i breathe out and release my grip on the roof handle as we pause for a few minutes at the stop sign. the stop sign... it brings me joy. so much joy. off we go to the freeway where life is safer at 70mph in snow, than at 10mph with faith texting.
at work my boss walks in all smiley on her morning starbucks high, and asks me how my night went. i give her the 30 second update, and she makes me smile with her sarcastic comments about my "wild" nights of late night starbucks runs and movies... i'd put her up against your boss anyday. i set my purse in my bottom desk drawer, and turn my cell phone to silent as i put it on my desk. the office phones start ringing, and i smile as i hear "hello hope speaking, this is autumn speaking" and i say hello to my lovely best friend who can't wait to tell me the newest joy of married life and the "most wonderful husband on the planet". autumn... she brings me joy.
my phone flashes, and i see more texts coming in. i smile again as i realize my friends obviously cannot face their day without hearing from me. i feel so special. oh the witnessing of oneanother's lives via text message... its complicated, but effective if you are attached to your cell phone all day. "missing you" texts... they bring me joy.
my day flies by after a lunch date with friends, and an afternoon of phones and emails, and i glance at my phone a few times before i see "here" and i run down to faith's car and slide in. we've talk and realize we've both had a good day, but if id was sad, she'd know. faith always knows when i need something sparkly in a pretty glass. for now we decide the dinner menu, and what movie we'll watch, and i hear her pretty little giggles as she tells me what she learned about the Lord today, and i think to myself "faith... faith brings me joy."
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
prologue to my future book? we'll see..
Future Book Title: Then Sings My Soul
Prologue
I grew up in a family of six kids. That’s right, you read correctly. That would be one more than five, and one less than seven, and it equaled chaos. Life was never quiet with six of us running around our house and yard screaming and playing like a bunch of banshees. My poor parents – Lord only knows what the neighbors thought of them. Even with the perpetual zoo atmosphere, my childhood had a peaceful quality to it that few people I’ve ever met have experienced. I never doubted that I was loved or cared for, not once in my life. As far back as I remember, I felt precious and loved. That love was most commonly demonstrated in the arms of my parents. Their arms were open, and I knew I could count on their love and support no matter what life had for me. As a child, my family was my world, and my world was everything I could’ve wanted.
Some of my earliest memories of childhood include the hustle and bustle of the Sunday morning church routine. Dozing in and out of sleep to the smell of Dad’s coffee percolating on the stove, and Mom singing hymns in the shower, I knew my day was about to start. A little while later Mom would open my bedroom door and flip on the light switch in the room I shared with my three sisters. Quickly, we’d throw our blankets over our heads trying to halt the blinding brightness from those obnoxious light bulbs. Even with Mom’s mild threats to remove our warm covers, we still found it hard to get motivated. After all, it was our duty as children to wait to obey her until the very moment we knew her voice changed from patient Mom to feisty landlord bent on evicting some lazy tennants. We’d get her right to that teetering balance, and – Super Dad to her rescue.
Up and already doing his morning devotions, Dad would usually chuckle to himself as he got his coffee and turned on the house radio. Turning it up loud enough for us to hear, he would go back to his devotions at the kitchen table as the radio chimed the familiar opening tunes of “Adventures in Odyssey”. It was all over, and we all knew it. The parental unit had won, and we the children were defeated again. Could it be that those story writers knew just how to manipulate our imaginations into a state where the newest adventure of Mr. Whittaker and the gang was more important than another half hour of sleep? It was a conspiracy between the writers and our parents – we were sure of it. It wasn’t long after that, though, and we’d be brushing our teeth around the radio, not wanting to miss a single word.
Being a kid, you don’t realize how things as simple as the Sunday morning routine shape you for the future, or what priceless lessons you are being taught. Through the years, I remember running to Mom with countless sibling rivalries and hearing her say, “ask her into your room.” That was just short for “I’m not getting involved, so you’re going to have to work this one out between the two of you.” All we wanted was for her to tell us which was right, and which was wrong, but when she said that, we would eye each other in dread at the upcoming debate. In our frustration we would argue our different sides of the issue until we were so exhausted we’d pretend to “make up” just to end the conversation. Walking out of the room, we’d find Mom ready with her next question. “Have you forgiven each other?” How did she always know? We’d look at each other, and yet again attitudes would flare as we were ushered back to a private place to resolve things with – hopefully -more maturity the second time around. It didn’t always work, but she gave it her all and that’s what counts.
As an adult I often think of my childhood and the moments that shaped me into the woman I am today. The lessons I learned and the biblical foundations that my parents built in my heart at a young age, have spurred me towards a God whom I trust desires only the best for his children. To see evidence of his provision and grace at work in my life and my relationships has brought me more happiness than I can ever express, as well as a sincere appreciation for my parents’ desire to cultivate in each of their children a hunger for a relationship with Christ. As I share with you some of my stories, and hopefully some useful insight, I pray that I could accurately – and at times, humorously - convey a glimpse of a Savior who I believe has proven himself to be infinitely loving, and extravagantly gracious to all who call him Lord.
Prologue
I grew up in a family of six kids. That’s right, you read correctly. That would be one more than five, and one less than seven, and it equaled chaos. Life was never quiet with six of us running around our house and yard screaming and playing like a bunch of banshees. My poor parents – Lord only knows what the neighbors thought of them. Even with the perpetual zoo atmosphere, my childhood had a peaceful quality to it that few people I’ve ever met have experienced. I never doubted that I was loved or cared for, not once in my life. As far back as I remember, I felt precious and loved. That love was most commonly demonstrated in the arms of my parents. Their arms were open, and I knew I could count on their love and support no matter what life had for me. As a child, my family was my world, and my world was everything I could’ve wanted.
Some of my earliest memories of childhood include the hustle and bustle of the Sunday morning church routine. Dozing in and out of sleep to the smell of Dad’s coffee percolating on the stove, and Mom singing hymns in the shower, I knew my day was about to start. A little while later Mom would open my bedroom door and flip on the light switch in the room I shared with my three sisters. Quickly, we’d throw our blankets over our heads trying to halt the blinding brightness from those obnoxious light bulbs. Even with Mom’s mild threats to remove our warm covers, we still found it hard to get motivated. After all, it was our duty as children to wait to obey her until the very moment we knew her voice changed from patient Mom to feisty landlord bent on evicting some lazy tennants. We’d get her right to that teetering balance, and – Super Dad to her rescue.
Up and already doing his morning devotions, Dad would usually chuckle to himself as he got his coffee and turned on the house radio. Turning it up loud enough for us to hear, he would go back to his devotions at the kitchen table as the radio chimed the familiar opening tunes of “Adventures in Odyssey”. It was all over, and we all knew it. The parental unit had won, and we the children were defeated again. Could it be that those story writers knew just how to manipulate our imaginations into a state where the newest adventure of Mr. Whittaker and the gang was more important than another half hour of sleep? It was a conspiracy between the writers and our parents – we were sure of it. It wasn’t long after that, though, and we’d be brushing our teeth around the radio, not wanting to miss a single word.
Being a kid, you don’t realize how things as simple as the Sunday morning routine shape you for the future, or what priceless lessons you are being taught. Through the years, I remember running to Mom with countless sibling rivalries and hearing her say, “ask her into your room.” That was just short for “I’m not getting involved, so you’re going to have to work this one out between the two of you.” All we wanted was for her to tell us which was right, and which was wrong, but when she said that, we would eye each other in dread at the upcoming debate. In our frustration we would argue our different sides of the issue until we were so exhausted we’d pretend to “make up” just to end the conversation. Walking out of the room, we’d find Mom ready with her next question. “Have you forgiven each other?” How did she always know? We’d look at each other, and yet again attitudes would flare as we were ushered back to a private place to resolve things with – hopefully -more maturity the second time around. It didn’t always work, but she gave it her all and that’s what counts.
As an adult I often think of my childhood and the moments that shaped me into the woman I am today. The lessons I learned and the biblical foundations that my parents built in my heart at a young age, have spurred me towards a God whom I trust desires only the best for his children. To see evidence of his provision and grace at work in my life and my relationships has brought me more happiness than I can ever express, as well as a sincere appreciation for my parents’ desire to cultivate in each of their children a hunger for a relationship with Christ. As I share with you some of my stories, and hopefully some useful insight, I pray that I could accurately – and at times, humorously - convey a glimpse of a Savior who I believe has proven himself to be infinitely loving, and extravagantly gracious to all who call him Lord.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
mongolian alligators
soon and very soon i will post something significant for you all to read about my life and how i'm doing...but for now, enjoy this video my friend sara recorded.
some will find it fun, and some won't care less, but i guarantee everyone will stop to wonder "what the -!-".
enjoy!
some will find it fun, and some won't care less, but i guarantee everyone will stop to wonder "what the -!-".
enjoy!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
oh... i will walk if i have to
i am determined to get to vegas tomorrow even if i have to WALK! grrr
last year i tried to fly out, and my plane flight was cancelled because it snowed. i waited and waited hoping it would clear up, but it didn't...i was broken hearted. no best friend, no plane flight, no fun times - and three hours of my life that i will never get back, because i spent it waiting at the airport.
it was so tragic.
::insert loathing glare at the skies, here::
last year i tried to fly out, and my plane flight was cancelled because it snowed. i waited and waited hoping it would clear up, but it didn't...i was broken hearted. no best friend, no plane flight, no fun times - and three hours of my life that i will never get back, because i spent it waiting at the airport.
it was so tragic.
::insert loathing glare at the skies, here::
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Monday, February 11, 2008
hello world
hello world. it's me. you ready?
here we go.
you're still not ready, are you?
it's okay...i'll give you some time to adjust to the new order.
here we go.
you're still not ready, are you?
it's okay...i'll give you some time to adjust to the new order.
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