from there to here

When I reflect on my life as a married woman, I realize my husband and I have lived quite the life of provision from the Lord. In fact, I clearly see that the only way we were able to survive mentally, physically and financially throughout the last eight years, starting careers, changing careers, going to seminary, having kids, buying a house just to name a few, was solely upon the provision of the God we worship. Without Him giving us our every need, we wouldn't be where we are today.

It is an understatement to say our lives look very different now than what they did in the beginning. So where did we start? I was married to a man who wasn't sure if it was his lot in life to have kids, he felt an interest in theology but DID NOT want to pastor. Neither of us wanted to leave our beloved city, St. Louis, we were both moving forward in our careers, me as a caseworker and he as a financial guy. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment near family and the city, we were growing our community as a married couple, making friends and becoming active together in our church.

Where are we now? I'm a homemaker, raising my kids, doing what I can to serve in our church alongside my husband who is now a pastor of spiritual formation at a fast-growing country church in a small mountain city in Montana. We've gone from city slickers to small town folk, from a billion stores with infinite choices promising to fulfill any want or whim at your fingertips to a handful of local ones, from nice Midwesterners to bend-over-backwards, "whatever you need I can help" Westerners.

Though we got here to our surprise, it wasn't without our God shaping and molding our hearts, igniting our passions and fleshing out our gifts, leading us and teaching us, pruning and preparing us for the great adventure that lay ahead.

Though the path of Lord leading the church to us started in February of this year, our path of being led to them started much earlier...

trying to get back

Well, we made it. We've been living in the mountains for over a month. How I've longed many times to get back to blogging, but we are trying to figure out how to make my therapeutic personal time via blogging work. You see, we have the computer upstairs and I haven't figured out a way to blog during dear daughter's nap time without waking her. That's when I usually blogged before and it worked beautifully - the computer was far from her room before. We're trying to make something work. Hopefully I'll be back in full force soon. Just wanted to pop in and let you know what's going on. I have these grandiose ideas of writing out the whole story of how we ended up here... over the course of several weeks, of course. I hope those ideas become reality before I forget the whole story! Oh... and if you have any interest in commenting, I invite anyone who desires to do so. You just click on the "comments" section and you can leave one anonymously or you can click on "name/url" and put your name on it. I'm way out here in the mountains alone with the grizzlies and my husband and kids - words from other humans are highly encouraged! :-)

planning to return soon....

update

This is the road to the church where my husband will serve as director of ministry. You can't see the church from this picture, but it is right underneath the horseshoe break in the very cloudy morning...
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I am still here! I feel so cliche to say "we've been so busy," but its just the truth. We are trying to get our home sale-ready, we have been trying to iron out specific dates of moving, which include a long distance truck ride and plane tickets. We were looking for a home to move into, what moving company to go with, how to get the boxes we need to move, how to do the little projects around here to leave the place in good shape for the next person, my husband is graduating seminary this week, we are trying to spend time with friends and family as much as possible before we leave, we are grieving and celebrating simultaneously, AND on top of all that, we are just trying to figure out how to live normally in a very un-normal circumstance. I am not complaining at all, but its a lot of stuff, wouldn't you agree?!

So, my dear readers, I will be around as much as possible to write here, because I have missed those times of outlet and I look forward to their regular return. But for now, I will be more sporadic. Just know that I will pop in as I can, it may not be as regular as before, but know I will excitedly and more regularly return about mid June to early July. Please keep checking in - your time spent reading my jabber means more to me than you know! And, I can't wait to unfold and share the story of how God has done a mighty act in our family, launching us into the wonderful adventure of His calling upon our lives.

"For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable." - Romans 11:29

Happy Mama's Day, Mama!

"Your love has changed my life." or "I can't live without your wisdom, so thank you for being you." or "You bring the light of life and love to all whom you encounter." While those things are certainly true of my mother, I cannot bring myself to purchase a card packed with such generalized cheese. There's so much about my mom that a card could never articulate. So I am dedicating this post to my wonderful mother. Let me tell you about her.

She is a strong woman, valuing truth and love. She is selfless and giving. She is long suffering with hurting people and has a gift of bringing healing to the soul. She is a nurturing comrade to my father. A caring and thoughtful in-law to my husband. A patient, loving teacher to my children. And she is all those things and more to me.

I love that when I look into my daughter's beautiful eyes and face, I see my mother. I love when I hear my son speak, I hear the teaching and influence of my mother. I love that she has left a legacy in me that I cherish and guard and I embrace the opportunity to pass it along to my children.

We're going to be moving far away soon. It will only change how easily we can live daily life among each other, as her influence not only runs through my veins but also runs deep into our family that adores her and calls her blessed. I love you, mom! We all love you! Happy Mother's Day. I'm thankful God gave me you.


my wonderful son and my beautiful mom

hang with me!

I'm sorry its been so long since I've written. But let me show you why. Its because of this---------->







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We're heading WEST! More to come, I promise!

a street called memory lane

There's this street I drive on sometimes. I started frequenting this route when I moved back home from college - a lost, jobless soul, trying to figure out what to do with my life. Driving through its loveliness was a distraction from the questions I had about life swirling in my head at the time. Still today I drive it because even though it's sometimes out of my way, it's full of pretty scenery and I associate a lot of good memories with it. When I'm heading north on this street, there is a cemetery to my right with lush, green grass, flowers and beautiful mature trees as far as you can see. To my left are nice homes with landscaped lawns. My grandpa and grandma have burial plots at that particular cemetery and they like to tell us that when they die their ghosts will be sitting on the tombstone waving at us as we drive by. Even though, thankfully, they are still alive and kicking, I always smile to myself, thinking about them when I drive by... and I always will.

A few years ago I was on this road and noticed an older man, feeble, thin and lanky, with white hair and a white car, sitting on a lawn chair near the road next to one of the mature trees. At his feet was a fresh and full arrangement of flowers. Ever day after that when I drove past this cemetery I would see this man. Rain or shine. Hot or cold. He was always appropriately prepared. Eventually through the years there would be times I'd drive by and wouldn't see him. But it wasn't very long and I'd see that white car backed up to a spot near the road, the man on the lawn chair with fresh flowers at his feet. I have often thought about how cool it would be to stop my car, park near his, get out and ask him about her. A couple of weeks ago I noticed that I hadn't seen the man in a very long time. I had this sinking feeling because seeing him always brought me a certain peace and joy imagining the life story and love that sat and looked on at the spot of his deceased. Somehow seeing him made me reflect on my own life, thinking about getting old, wanting to enter my twilight years with a good life story where I made a difference in this world, impacting the next. I wondered what it would have been like to talk to this man and tell him how seeing him sit at the grave site impacted me over the years.

On today, this 80 degree, cloudless, beautiful spring day, with trees blooming in abundance all around, I was driving down this same road... now with my two children in the backseat chattering and laughing. There he sat. His car was backed up in the usual spot, flowers at his feet, looking onto his beloved. I was surprised at my own excitement in seeing him. But there he sat. My son startled me out of my thoughts. "Mommy, why are you smiling?" I paused while trying to come up with the words to answer him. "Oh... I just saw an old friend that I haven't seen in awhile, honey."

Oh how that road has been a comfort to me many times in my life. How that road has seen me through huge life changes, observing tears and laughter as I followed its twists and turns. And how finding that man alongside that road has inspired me to live a better life... maybe someday I'll be brave enough to let him know.

I'm so glad this isn't the weekend

I had been looking forward to this past long holiday weekend for a few weeks. Kenny was going to take Thursday and Friday off and then, of course, the Easter weekend. We had all kinds of really fun things planned. Well.......

What this past long weekend was supposed to look like:

Thursday:

• go to husband's hometown and get my hair cut at a place my sister-in-laws and nieces go to (all their haircuts are always so cute and no one ever cuts my hair the way I like it here so I thought I'd try)
• Kenny gets his annual eye exam from the doctor in his hometown and he was to go to the annual appointment
  
• spend the day in the country at husband's hometown, spend time with family, enjoy, come home

Friday:

• go to mall for fun spring shopping for kids' clothes and us
• have nice, easy dinner out with the kids
• finish Easter shopping
• enjoy a quite evening with husband relaxing either watching a movie or catching up on DVR shows
  

Saturday:

• hang out with the kids and husband
• maybe go to a park, fly a kite with Ben
• have lovely friends over in the evening and enjoy a meal together and hang out
  

Sunday:

• go to church
• have Easter egg hunt for the kids
• go to my parents' for family (extended included) Easter dinner

Monday - life back to normal after a wonderful, long, relaxing holiday weekend with the family.

What this past long weekend actually looked like:

Thursday:

• getting ready to leave the house for the 1 hour drive to husband's hometown and Ben pukes all over the living room floor
• Kenny and I debate whether or not this is a quick one-time puke or if he's sick
• Oh yeah, he's sick (after the 4th puke we call Kenny's mom to cancel our visit)
• I cancel my hair appointment, Kenny cancels his eye doctor appointment
  
• we scramble to reschedule our appointments - get something down for the following Tuesday
• I have to make an unplanned trip to the store for diapers and almost got into a car accident, as someone ran a light and almost nailed me from the side. I don't know how they missed me - close call, had to be angels covering me on that one
• Jenna is starting to get fussy, Ben's feeling a little better
  

Friday:

• Ben is better - no puking
• Jenna has a faucet for a nose and is fussy
• Ben's nose starts to run like crazy later in the day
  
• Kenny says, "I think I'm starting not to feel good"
• We're outside for a little while with the wind blowing and allergens swirling, my eyes start to itch
• I decide to go to the store to get stuff for our dinner guests so I don't have to worry about it tomorrow but on the way to the store my eye feels weird. I look at it in the mirror in the car and see my sclera is swelling so I freak out and think about going to urgent care
• I go back home and conduct a frantic search on the internet for what the heck is going on with my eye and how to I fix it
• We get the swelling to go down and I calm
• the kids are fussing at the same time and constantly. Kenny and I are wiping noses and trying to stand up under the insanity
• we don't leave the house - too much snot
  
• At night Ben has major difficulty sleeping (he's up late) and Jenna is crying every so often
• Kenny has to spend part of the night in Ben's room and we all get a terrible night's sleep

Saturday

• Ben's cranky, Jenna's cranky and Kenny is starting to feel absolutely terrible
• Kenny and I discuss whether or not we should change our dinner plans - would we make them sick or wouldn't we is the question... heck yeah they'd get sick, we regrettably have to cancel
• I call my parents begging to come over to escape the sick house madness
• I go to my parents for awhile and then finish Easter shopping all by myself
• I get back home into utter sickness and fussiness, we eat, everyone gets ready for bed and turns in early except for me
• I sit on the couch and think how bad this long weekend has sucked, especially given all the fun things we were supposed to have going on
  

Sunday

• despite sickness we get up and go to church with my grandparents (beautiful service)
• we put Jenna (who is still fussy and feeling terrible) to bed right away after the service
• Ben goes on a mini Easter egg hunt
  
• we go to my parents' for family Easter dinner and we pray we don't infect everyone there
• after a lovely day we get back home and eventually get the kids in bed
• Jenna is up off and on fussing again through the night
• Ben is up constantly complaining about his ear - in the wee hours of the morning Kenny drives to an urgent care with Ben because he is crying inconsolably throughout the night. Urgent care is closed, we debate about an emergency room visit and decide to give Ben Tylenol, try to put him to bed, and pray. He eventually falls asleep and we all get a few hours of sleep
• Kenny is feeling very sick and awful
  

Monday

• Kenny wakes up feeling and looking absolutely terrible and calls in sick to work
• I call the pediatrician and take Ben in - he has a "big, bad ear infection," as the doctor put it
• Jenna's nose is still runny but she's not as fussy
• we endure the day - though as the day goes on everyone is getting a little better - we get everyone in bed early, everyone sleeps through the night except Kenny who is hacking away and goes in to sleep on the couch so I can get sleep
  

Tuesday everyone is feeling better but not perfect. We finally got to go to my husband's hometown and had a nice day. Now its Wednesday and this is the first time I've had any sense of normalcy in 6 1/2 days. I never thought I'd be so excited for a long holiday weekend to end. I lived to tell that we all survived okay and I am so glad its not the weekend!