In Fullness of Grace

On Paradox

2011-10-27T06:06:00.000-07:00

"It is very hard for a man to defend anything of which he is entirely convinced... a man is not really convinced of a philosophic theory when he finds that something proves it. He is only really convinced when he finds that everything proves it. And the more converging reasons he finds pointing to this conviction, the more bewildered he is if asked suddenly to sum them up. Thus, if one asked an ordinary intelligent man, on the spur of the moment, "Why do you prefer civilization to savagery?" he would look wildly round at object after object, and would only be able to answer vaguely, "Why, there is that bookcase . . . and the coals in the coal-scuttle . . . and pianos . . . and policemen." The whole case for civilization is that the case for it is complex. It has done so many things. But that very multiplicity of proof which ought to make reply overwhelming makes reply impossible."

~Chesterton, Orhthodoxy, The Paradoxes of Christianity.

On Ideals

2011-10-27T06:05:00.000-07:00

"Now here comes in the whole collapse and huge blunder of our age. We have mixed up two different things, two opposite things. Progress should mean that we are always changing the world to suit the vision. Progress does mean (just now) that we are always changing the vision. It should mean that we are slow but sure in bringing justice and mercy among men: it does mean that we are very swift in doubting the desirability of justice and mercy... Progress should mean that we are always walking towards the New Jerusalem. It does mean that the New Jerusalem is always walking away from us. We are not altering the real to suit the ideal. We are altering the ideal: it is easier." G.K. Chesterton, Orthdoxoy, The Eternal Revolution.

On Wisdom and the Cost

2011-10-25T07:26:00.001-07:00

"You have to learn that you cannot claim a path just because it is less intimidating. You must keep in mind that God does have an appointment with you, that there is a cost to serving Him. At the same time, you have to be wise and not careless. To deny the reality that there are some places where you cannot go is to play the fool. More important, if you have not learned to pay the smaller prices of following Christ in your daily life, you will not be prepared to pay the ultimate price in God's calling." ~Ravi Zacharias, Walking from East to West.

On Humility

2011-10-21T07:19:00.000-07:00

A wonderful friend of mine brought be some more books by Ravi Zacharias when she visited from India. I am enjoying one of them now... Walking from East to West is almost a memoir. Still powerfully written, but not as difficult to read as his books on apologetics or philosophy. :)

"Chesterton says, in essence, that there is a dislocation of humility in our times. We have become more confident in who we are and less in what we believe. Our pride has moved us from the organ of conviction to the organ of ambition, when it is intended to be the other way around. In short, our confidence should be in our message and not in ourselves." ~Ravi Zacharias, Walking from East to West.

Cold Weather. Or... Not?

2011-10-18T19:36:00.001-07:00

An interesting conversation occurred at my house today as my roommate and I were enjoying the beautiful outdoors while doing some work.

Me: "Are you cold out here? I'm FREEZING."

Roommate: "YES. It's cold!

Me: (checking temperature on computer's desktop gadget) "What? 68 degrees?? It has to be colder than 68 degrees."

Roommate: "Well... there's windchill!"

*long pause*

Me: "Do you find it strange that we're talking about windchill for near-70 degree weather?"

Roommate: "Don't be ridiculous! We are SUFFERING here!"

Me: (after checking several online sites for the temperature): The lowest I can find is 65.5.

Roommate: Do you think people would think we're crazy if we bought an outdoor heater?

I think it is safe to say that we have sufficiently acclimated to the Texas climate. :)

Better than Average

2011-10-13T21:46:00.000-07:00

"Average feels safe, but it’s not. It’s invisible. It’s the last choice – the path of least resistance. The temptation to be average is just another kind of quitting…the kind to be avoided. You deserve better than average." ~Seth Godin

Metaphor for Life

2011-10-08T20:31:00.000-07:00

"After a few weeks of constant work, the bloody blisters gave way to hard-earned calluses that protected us from pain. Long after the fact, it occurred to me that this was a metaphor for life--blisters come before calluses, vulnerability before maturity..." ~Clarence Thomas, My Grandfather's Son, pg.25.

Forgiveness

2011-10-07T09:01:00.000-07:00

‎"Forgiveness is not the misguided act of condoning irresponsible, hurtful behavior. Nor is it a superficial turning of the other cheek that leaves us feeling victimized and martyred. Rather it is the finishing of old business that allows us to experience the present, free of contamination from the past." ~Joan Borysenko

On Peace

2011-09-21T10:27:00.000-07:00

We cannot be at peace with others because we are not at peace with ourselves, and we cannot be at peace with ourselves because we are not at peace with God. ~Thomas Merton

Merton Explained

2011-09-21T07:01:00.001-07:00

It seems that if I had kept reading the other day, I would have been able to understand the quote I posted much better. Here is what Ravi Zacharias has to say about Thomas Merton...

After Merton observes how everything within him converged--Bethlehem, Calvary, and the empty tomb, now all within him; God offering himself to God within the mortal frame of this kneeling man--he ends with the key words "the love of those creatures who are drawn to him in and with the power of his own love for himself." The love with which God himself is bound, now binding us to himself. This is the mystery, the majesty, and the grandeur of holy Communion--God's love shed in our hearts to keep us from fragmentation and dissolution.

So beautiful and profound. :)

On God-Dwelling in Us

2011-09-20T07:22:00.000-07:00

"In the temple of God that I had just become, the once eternal and pure sacrifice was offered up to the God dwelling in me. The sacrifice of God to God. Now, Christ born in me, a new Bethlehem, and sacrificed in me his new Calvary, and risen in me: offering me to the Father, in himself, asking the Father, my Father and his, to receive me into his infinite and special love--not the love he has for all things that exist, for mere existence is a token of God's love, but the love of those creatures who are drawn to him in and with the power of his own love for himself."

~Thomas Merton (quoted in Grand Weaver, Ravi Zacharias, pg 142).

I have to keep reading this over and over and over... it is so deep, but incredibly profound.

On journals and Chesterton

2011-09-19T19:47:00.000-07:00

Well, I have pulled the old blog from the depths of the grave where it has laid buried and I think I may give it another go-round. Because I have another blog, though, (specialneedsiblings.com), I don't think I'm going to focus a lot of attention on this one. Perhaps it will be more of a journal to record some of the amazing lessons that I learn or profound thoughts I come across.

Here's something I've been enjoying lately by G.K. Chesterton.

An imbecile habit has arisen in modern controversy of saying that such and such a creed can be held in one age but cannot be held in another. Some dogma, we are told, was credible in the twelfth century, but is not credible in the twentieth. You might as well say that a certain philosophy can be believed o Mondays, but cannot be believed on Tuesdays. You might as well say of a view of the cosmos that it was suitable to half-past three, but not suitable to half-past four. What a man can believe depends upon his philosophy, not upon the clock or the century... Therefore in dealing with any historical answer, the point is not whether it was given in our time, but whether it was given in answer to our question."

As he goes on to say, Christianity is the answer to life's questions... and it matters not the time or the place, but whether it is true.

I like the way he says things. :)

Through a glass

2011-04-28T20:28:00.000-07:00

I've decided there is too much life to not share. And even if no one else follows along, I'll have beautiful reminders of God's grace.

I wrote this a few weeks ago... when the supermoon appeared in the sky. I just forgot to share it till now.

Tonight I went outside to look at the moon. Apparently, tonight’s orb is a ‘supermoon’ and it showed in the brilliance and splendor of it’s glow. As I gazed upon it, I thought…

I thought of the 50 workers in Japan who are laying down their lives to prevent a nuclear meltdown that would destroy so much.

I thought of wars and earthquakes and tsunamis and all the horrible things that happen on this earth.

I thought of the glory that lies beyond this earth.

I thought of how the moon is just a miniscule reflection of that glory.

And as the clouds danced past the moon, sometimes obscuring it completely, other times magnifying its light, I thought of 1 Corinthians 13:12.

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know even as I am also known.”

For now, our glimpses of heaven are as through a glass. Or as if through the clouds. There are times when dark clouds obscure our view completely. At other times, we catch glimpses of greater glory as those same clouds, or trials, draw us near to God.

But then…

Oh glorious thought!

But then, we shall see face to face.

No more darkness. No more obscurity. No more uncertainty. Only face to face glory.

Now I know in part. Then, I will know completely, totally, and utterly--as I am known by Christ.

Now we see through a glass… but then…

Grace

2011-02-13T14:38:00.000-08:00

Church today was amazing.

The topic was the Gospel of grace… and how most of us never grasp the true meaning.

How we know the facts of Christian theology or principles, but fail to live with a revived heart.

How we claim to know God, but are falling apart because we do not recognize that the Gospel is more than just knowing the plan of salvation.

How we speak of grace, but live devoid of it.

How we replace true grace with rules and steps and principles and methods.

How the dichotomy that reigns in churches and homes and individuals is nothing like what God intended.

And how God does not ask us to do or to work or to strive. Because our striving can never get us close. Because our righteousness is like filthy rags. Because on our most glorious, righteous day and on our worst, most scarred and sin-filled day, it is only the blood of Christ that covers us. Because in God’s sight, one day is no better nor worse than the next.

Rather, Christ’s blood alone allows us to approach the throne of grace. Reconciliation has already occurred. Total acceptance is ours this very moment. There is no part that He looks at and merely ‘tolerates.’ Rather, every part of our being is fully accepted by Him, through the blood of Jesus. As the visiting pastor said this morning, “God not only loves you. He likes you.”

And recognizing that it is only, only, ONLY grace can allow us to live every day and every moment with revival in our hearts and grace on our lips.

Prayer

2011-02-12T07:17:00.000-08:00

"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed is Your name. Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." ~Matthew 6:9-13

"Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain." ~1 Chronicles 4:10

"I am praying, not only for these disciples, but also for all who will ever believe in Me through their message. I pray that they will all be one, just as You and I are one… and may they be in Us so the world will believe You sent Me. I have given them the glory You gave Me, so that they may be one as We are one... May they experience such perfect unity that the world will know that You sent Me and that You love them as much as You love Me. Father, I want these whom You have given Me to be with Me where I am. Then they can see all the glory You gave Me because You loved Me even before the world began… then Your love for Me will be in them and I will be in them." ~John 17:20-25

One minute...

2011-02-05T20:39:00.000-08:00

This is an amazing and powerful message. Sometimes the best things are the most simple... this message is only one minute long.

http://www.francisanfuso.com/wp-content/uploads/14-Francis-Being-A-Doctor1.mp3

I am convicted. Do I live my life focused on intentional healing, or do I relive the pain and hurt that has been caused? God is for me... who can be against me? I need to start living that.

New year, new goals, new blog

2011-01-08T19:27:00.001-08:00

So... I am excited about the New Year. I have a lot of exciting goals and some great themes that God has given me for this year. One of the things I'm most excited about is that I'm going to be starting another blog! This one should have much more of a purpose and be more regularly updated than this one. :) The details will be unleashed on the world soon!

(And now that I said it, I have to stick to it. That's part of the reason I am writing this post right now). ;)

Fear... and Trust

2011-01-01T10:15:00.001-08:00

Studying Genesis 21:8-21 with Beth Moore this morning, the story came alive in a way it never had.

She and Ishmael were sent away by Abraham (at God’s command) and were wandering the desert. Finally, in desperation, she puts her son under a bush, then leaves so she doesn’t have to watch him die. As Beth Moore puts it, “In her hopeless state, whether or not to watch her son die was the solitary choice left to make.” What hopelessness and despair she must have felt!

Then an angel of the Lord appeared and asked a question. “What troubles you?” At first glance, the question seems almost cruel from ignorance. “What troubles you???” Oh, if only he knew! Don’t we feel that way sometimes? Someone asks what troubles us and we think… “You would never ask if you have any idea what I am going through right now.”

But the beauty of it is… God did know. He knew exactly where Hagar and Ishmael were and He knew what troubled them. And with all that He knew, the next words are even more profound.

“Fear not.”

“Fear not?” Hagar must have thought. Not only does this angel ask the ridiculous question “What troubles you?” now He has the audacity to say “Fear not!?” But we know what Hagar did not. We know that God was standing before her and that because He knew what was happening, His command of “fear not” was the most beautiful that could be given.

It was because He knew what troubled Hagar that He could say “fear not.” He knew that there was nothing to fear, because His plan for Hagar and Ishamael and the world was much bigger than Hagar’s fear of Ishmael’s death. God’s plan is always bigger than our fears. And when we can see even a glimpse of His plan, we get a glimpse of eternity. And we can see that, it becomes clear that there is never any reason to fear. For God, who works all things together for our good, is painting a picture of our lives that is beautiful. Nothing that happens to us is trouble when we know God is in it. And because He sees all, we can entirely trust in Him when He tells us to ‘fear not.’

Thankful for...

2010-11-28T21:07:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving. Airplanes that bring me close to home. Colorado. Cold. Snow. Mountains. Two hours gazing at pure beauty on the ride home. Seeing a new home for the first time. Waking up to snowy mountains framing a wind-swept lake . Wearing my snow boots—finally! Walking through the snow with my mom. Making snow angels. Getting warm by the fire. Playing card games with my family. Five-person solitaire. Go Fish with Alyssa. Indian Rummy and War. Movies. Chick flicks on Hallmark. Clifford on Netflix. “Surrender-Ella.” The Godfather with the guys. Football. iPad and iPod games. Battleship, Solitaire, Sudoku. Getting beat at Sudoku every time by an 11-year old. Warm jackets. Many blankets on a cold night. Flannel snowflake PJs. Cozy socks. Switching hands while reading to keep one hand warm under the blankets. Bathtubs. Jumping on beds. Broken beds. Trips to the hardware store. Grocery store runs. Peanut butter ice cream! Meeting people everywhere you go. Small towns. Thanksgiving dinner. Mashed potatoes beat with a fork by a brave brother. Homemade cranberry sauce and stuffing. Gluten-free pumpkin pie. Real Christmas trees. A fresh pine scent. Ornaments that bringing a little bit of Texas into Colorado (like Texas Santa!) KLOVE. Pandora. Christmas music. Brother. Sisters. Video chat for a brother far away. Crowding around the computer so everyone can be a part of drawing names for gifts. Laughter. Tickles. Random conversations. The Chinese Boston Tea Party (???) “Cheeseman.” Little sisters with attitude. “I tore a page out of your book. I thought you should know.” Dave Ramsey. Finances. Goals. Big plans. Big dreams. Micah 7:18-20. Knowing that God is compassionate. Ice laden trees and grass. Driving back down the mountain. Watching a movie on the way. Gun shopping. Clothes shopping. Starbucks. Macaroni Grill. Saying goodbye… but knowing I’ll be back. Plane rides. Good books to read while flying. Warm cookies to eat! Getting picked up by an awesome Portland roommate who is also making Texas home. Having two homes. Missing one of them, no matter where I am.

Having the chance to do it all again at Christmas.

When Life is Hard... God is Good.

2010-11-09T19:36:00.000-08:00

It has been way too long since I have last posted. Many thanks to my roommate for reminding me that I even have a blog. :)

Part of the reason for my lack of posting is lack of things to share. Or perhaps just lack of good things to share. Because life is hard sometimes. But God is always good. I am going through a Beth Moore Bible Study right now and every page speaks right to my soul. I thought some of this was just too good not to share.

"Do you ever feel too weary, worn, and beaten up by life to believe God can do anything wonderful and miraculous with you? Can you stack up all sorts of rational reasons why you feel you are past God's being able to use you? Many times when He told me through His Word and prayer to believe Him for something very specific, over time the outlook on the matter dwindled from good to slim to utterly impossible before He brought it to pass.

Beloved, is anything "too hard" for you right now? If so, you have the perfect setting for a miracle. Wonders come all sorts of ways, sometimes in the greater miracle that results when we don't get what we were so convinced we wanted and end up with something far more glorious.

In Revelation 3:20 Christ says, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me." Set the table, Beloved, and greatly anticipate the One who can serve a miracle for dessert.

'Is anything too hard for the Lord?' "

~Beth Moore in The Patriarchs: Encountering the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

Autism Is A World.

2010-05-22T19:02:00.001-07:00

I just finished watching a documentary called Autism is a World. Everyone has times when they are unable to clearly communicate what they are thinking or feeling. Sometimes we may forget the correct word or our minds just go blank. For individuals with autism or other mental disabilities, however, that feeling may be a continual one. In Autism Is A World, Sue Rubin, a 26-year old autistic woman, showed how individuals with autism—and other mental disabilities—experience that inability to communicate every day.

The resulting frustration from lack of communication must be profound. But one thing is certain; no matter how severe the disability or even mental retardation may be, every individual thinks and feels and yes, even communicates. While an individual may be non-verbal or convey feelings in ways that may be unintelligible to an average person, communication still takes place. The difficulty comes in interpreting the thoughts and feelings when they are conveyed in a non-traditional way.

However, through technological and social advances, individuals in the United States are given the opportunity to be understood. There are still steps to be taken to ensure that these individuals can reach their fullest potential. But my mind is continually drawn towards those individuals living in third world or old Soviet Bloc countries. How many countless of them are just as capable as any one of us, but never given the resources to advance their minds and themselves? Or how many others, perhaps not as intellectually advanced, still long to convey some small part of what runs through their minds? These must also be given a chance, an same opportunity. Someone must go and serve... to unlock their minds and let them touch the world.

Then God Came

2010-04-25T20:13:00.000-07:00

I was asked to write something for another blog... and it turned out being quite a revelation for me as well.

“And Jacob was left alone. And a man wrestled with him until the breaking of the day. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip socket, and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with Him. Then He said, “Let me go, for the day has broken.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.” …And there He blessed him. So Jacob called the name of the place Peniel, saying, “For I have seen God face to face, and yet my life has been delivered.” The sun rose upon him as he passed Peniel, limping because of his hip.” (Genesis 32:24-26, 29-31)

When you read this story, what comes to mind? Do you see it as just another Bible story? Perhaps you see it as strange, or even foolish. (After all, why would Jacob try to wrestle God—the man in this story)? Or maybe you’ve just never thought about it much. Well, I have probably thought one or more of those things at some point, but now this is actually one of my favorite stories in the Bible. I think if we could do what Jacob did, our lives would change. But before I get into that, a little history…

If you read the verses leading up to this section, you’ll find that Jacob was praying. Hard. He was getting ready to face his brother, who was bent on killing Jacob the last time they were together. Now that Jacob is returning with his entire family, he fully expects them all to be wiped out. Talk about problems! I’m sure you have all felt some of the pain Jacob did. You likely have not had the lives of your family threatened. But we all hurt. We all face life. And let’s admit it—life can be hard sometimes. In fact, life can be horrible. There are times when it’s hard to just keep moving and breathing and putting one foot in front of the other. But it is in those times that the miraculous happens.

God shows up.

It’s true. It may be hard to see, but He shows up in our lives today and He showed up in Jacob’s. But did you notice when He came?

“And Jacob was left alone.” It wasn’t when things were going great back at Laban’s house. It wasn’t when his mind was preoccupied with a journey. It wasn’t when he could push his problems to the back of his mind by playing with his kids or something. No. Jacob was at the end of his rope—and alone. There was no more hiding. No more pretending. No more ignoring the truth or hoping for another way out. He was alone, his brother was coming to kill him and his family, and God had been silent to his pleas.

Then God came. That is the beautiful part about God. When you reach the absolute lowest point you can go—God is there. When you can’t imagine another moment of pain or disappointment—God steps in. And when there are no other options available—God supplies your every need.

But there’s another part to this story. You’ll notice that things didn’t immediately turn around for Jacob once God got there. Instead, he spent the night wrestling with God. And this is the lesson that is so valuable. There are times when life becomes so draining or overwhelming that you need God to step in and do something BIG. And God wants more than anything else to do that for you… but He wants you to want it just as much.

And so we must wrestle. Desperately seek His will through His Word and the counsel of others. Beg for His strength and mercy. Live and breathe and eat and drink up Who He is. We must want God more than anything! We have to put our entire beings--everything that we are--into running hard after God. Because it is only when every ounce of our being is focused solely and whole-heartedly on Him that can we can be used the way He wants to use us. Only then can He accomplish His great and perfect will for our lives. Half-hearted prayers and weak desires are not enough. He must bring us to the place where we are desperate for everything He is.

When the sun rose on Jacob that morning, a new day had dawned. He named the place “Peniel,” meaning “face of God.” He had met God face to face, wrestled with Him in desperation and pain, and nothing was the same. He had a new name, a new limp, and a blessing from God. That is what will happen every time we wrestle with God. It will not be easy. It will change who we are. It may leave us scarred. But it will always bring God’s blessing, “a good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over.” (Luke 6:38) And we will never be the same.

A Levite in the House

2010-03-16T21:51:00.000-07:00

"Now a man named Micah... said to his mother, "The eleven hundred shekels of silver that were taken from you... I have that silver with me; I took it."

When he returned the eleven hundred shekels of silver to his mother, she said, "I solemnly consecrate my silver to the LORD for my son to make a carved image and a cast idol."

...and she took two hundred shekels of silver and gave them to a silversmith, who made them into the image and the idol. And they were put in Micah's house.

Now this man Micah had a shrine, and he made an ephod and some idols and installed one of his sons as his priest.

In those days Israel had no king; everyone did as he saw fit...

A young Levite from Bethlehem in Judah, who had been living within the clan of Judah, left that town in search of some other place to stay. On his way he came to Micah's house in the hill country of Ephraim.

Micah asked him, "Where are you from?"

"I'm a Levite from Bethlehem in Judah," he said, "and I'm looking for a place to stay."

...then Micah installed the Levite, and the young man became his priest and lived in his house. And Micah said, "Now I know that the LORD will be good to me, since this Levite has become my priest."

~Judges 17

Our pastor preached on this passage this Sunday. Micah, the main character, is just one example of what happened when 'everyone did as he saw fit.' He stole a large sum of money from his mother and when he returned it, she "thanked" the Lord by creating an idol! Micah set up a shrine for the idol along with all the other gods he worshipped and then installed his son as a priest. When a Levite came along, he decided to appoint the Levite as his priest instead.

Then notice the last phrase... "I know that the Lord will be good to me, since this Levite has become my priest."

Theft.

Greed.

Idol worship.

Utter disregard for the Word of the Lord.

And yet, because Micah has a Levite, he thinks God will bless him.

How foolish. How ridiculous!

But how often do I do the same thing?

My life is also full of sin. Full of false gods.

Security becomes more important than trust. Computer takes the place of spending time with God. "Having fun" overshadows stewardship of what God has given me. Pride interferes with a right relationship with Him.

And yet I think that because I read my Bible or go to church or donate money, God will bless me? How foolish. How ridiculous!

The blessing of God does not come because I have "a Levite in the house." His blessing is not given for the asking. It is not based on outward signs of obedience that serve only to disguise a prideful heart.

But "blessed is the man who makes the LORD his trust, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods." ~Psalm 40:4

Only when I humble myself and seek His face... Only when I completely forsake the false gods in my life--my pride, my security, my faith in myself... Only when I stop trusting the Levites in my house to bring blessing and turn wholly and completely to the God of the universe...

Only then will I find His blessing.

"Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory; that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain!" ~1 Chronicles 4:10

2010-03-08T12:56:00.000-08:00

Every day is a journal page. Every man holds a quill and ink.
And there's plenty of room for writing in. All we do is believe and think.
So will you compose a curse or will today bring the blessing?
Fill the page with rhyming verse or some random sketching?

Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count.
Lead us in better ways that somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much... Life means so much... Life means so much.

Every day is a bank account and time is our currency.
So nobody's rich, nobody's poor; we get 24 hours each.
So how are you gonna spend? Will you invest or squander?
Try to get ahead or help someone who's under?

Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count.
Lead us in better ways that somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much... Life means so much... Life means so much.

Has anybody ever lived who knew the value of a life?
And don't you think giving is all that proves the worth of yours and mine.

Life means so much...

Teach us to count the days, teach us to make the days count.
Lead us in better ways that somehow our souls forgot.
Life means so much...

Every day is a gift you've been given. Make the most of the time, every minute you're living.

You're not alone...

2010-03-05T19:57:00.000-08:00

"You're not alone for I am here/Let me wipe away your every fear/My love, I've never left your side/I have seen you through the darkest night/and I'm the one who's loved you all your life." ~Meredith Andrews.

Will you please be there for a little one who is all alone? Please, demonstrate God's love to them, especially little Andrey this month. ReecesRainbow.com

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Be a Warrior

2010-03-02T20:05:00.000-08:00

Dear friends,

I just learned that March 21st is World Down Syndrome Day. In preparation for that day, I am joining with many others to become a "warrior" for a precious little one with Down's Syndrome. I would like to invite you to join me.

Here is how it works.

First, please visit Reece's Rainbow's At Risk Page and look for Andrey, the child I have chosen to be a warrior for this month.

(Isn't he adorable??? Yet he is at high risk for being institutionalized in Eastern Europe. Once that happens, the chances of him being adopted are extremely small. For the sake of his future... will you please do something?)

Once you find him, please donate $21 (for the date of World Down Syndrome Day OR any amount that is possible for you) to go towards his adoption.

I know for some of us, $21 is quite a bit of money. But I am reminded of something I heard Ryan Dobson say recently; how much money is a life worth? How can you put a price tag on this little one's life? With that in mind, please give as generously as you can.

Now it's YOUR turn to be a warrior. Look through these pictures of precious children and choose one that you will fight for this month! Spread the word anyway you can and ask others to give $21 to bringing your child home. It's amazing... just by spending the last 20 or so minutes spreading the word about Andrey, I feel so connected to him; like I really am his voice to the world and his warrior. You can do the same for a little one.

Just so you know... Reece's Rainbow is a ministry that advocates for orphans with Down Syndrome. They collect grant money for specific children as well, in hopes of making the adoption expenses less of a burden on adopting their family. I have been aware of their ministry for some time and know they are worth supporting.

God bless you as you serve Him!

Love in Christ,
Brittany

P.S. Andrey currently has $240 towards his adoption. I am excited to see that amount grow!

Anguish

2010-02-26T21:12:00.000-08:00

"I will walk humbly all my years
because of this anguish of my soul.

Lord, by such things men live;
and my spirit finds life in them too."

~Isaiah 38:15b-16a

Anguish. It is not a pleasant thing to experience. In fact, that is quite the understatement. Anguish is painful. Horrible. Completely and utterly heartbreaking.

But I want more of it.

Something inside of me longs to truly understand the truth of our world. My heart wants to ache with God's heart at evil. Hurt when I see injustice. Break at the pain. Feel anger at sin.

Because when I experience anguish, I am forced to "walk humbly," knowing that God is in control and that I am completely incapable of accomplishing anything. I hurt and mourn and ache... but in the end, I must give it to God or else I couldn't survive the pain. In anguish, there is surrender.

When I experience anguish, I know things that are worth knowing. My mind isn't focused on clothes or money or friends or my selfish needs and wishes. It can't be. I know hard truths that move me from complacency to action; from fear to courage; from doubt to faith. I cannot stay where I am. In anguish, there is change.

When I experience anguish, I have purpose. Faced with hard truth, my focus moves from within to without. There is nothing so strong as a deep desire to change; change myself and change my world. "Lord, by such things men live; and my spirit finds life in them too." In anguish, there is life!

It is not easy. It is not fun. Sometimes, it hurts so bad I can barely breathe, much less act. But I would rather live in anguish than complacency. I would rather ache than feel nothing. I would rather follow God with all the ups and downs and twists and turns of life, knowing He is there, than face the world alone.

Anguish.

What brings you anguish? Here are just some of the things that cause anguish for me.

147 Million orphans living alone.

A young woman giving up her life to change lives.

An unthinkable evil that still exists today.

Precious children who live on "borrowed time."

47 million babies... dead.

What is God calling YOU to feel anguish for?

2010-02-19T06:47:00.000-08:00

As I sit here at my computer, I am drinking of mug of diluted Apple Cider Vinegar. Why, you are probably wondering in confusion. Well, I am sick and have no health insurance at the moment, so I am learning to cure things naturally. It did take away the pain last night... now I'm just waiting for the rest of me to recover!

On another note, I am contemplating a move to San Antonio. (Yes, Texas. I have never heard of another San Antonio, but with all the friends who ask me "Texas?" I thought I should clarify)! I just need to call about apartments/places to lives and find out how much it will cost to move before I make a final decision.

Your prayers would be appreciated for both of these matters.

One last thing... I found a blog by an absolutely amazing young woman of 21 who has lived for the last two years in Uganda and adopted 14 children! If you want to be convicted and inspired (or even if you don't), you have to check out her blog. http://www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/

Taste and see that the Lord is GOOD.

2010-02-04T22:44:00.001-08:00

This evening, I heard a question that spoke deeply to my soul.

How do I see God apart from His miracles and sovereign intervention in my life?

It seems easy to believe in God's goodness and love when I see Him at work. When I watch Him re-arrange events or send just the right person at just the right time, I know He is there. But what of those times when He seems invisible?

In the daily monotony of everyday life... do I still see Him?
In the pain and hurt caused by others... do I believe in His kindness?
In the sorrow and suffering surrounding me... do I still know that He is good?

Often in those times, I do not look for or see His present goodness. I cannot imagine how this could be 'good.' Instead, I look back to His past goodness and believe He will be good again.

But that is not right! Our God is good ALL the time! So what of His goodness now? Where is His goodness in the suffering or the failures or the boredom or the pain of life? What do I see today?

When it seems we are struggling just to survive, we must see God. And know...

In each breathe that I take, He is good.
In the sun that rises each day, He is kind.
In food we can eat and water we can drink, He is mercy.
In the rain and the wind, He is love.
In music and dance, He is joy.
In laughter and smiles, He is hope.

Even in pain and sorrow, He is there.
In all things, He is our very life.

And every moment, He is good.

Lots to cover!

2010-01-19T21:15:00.000-08:00

Well, for days and weeks, I can think of very little to blog about. Then all at once, I have too much!

Item number 1: Scott Brown
I have not been so thrilled about politics since this time last year... Scott Brown, an underdog Republican candidate in Massachusetts has beat the established Democratic party tonight!!!

Brown has promised to be a no-vote on Obama's health care reform and seems strong in many other areas that are important to the majority of Americans and, apparently, the majority of voters in Massachusetts! He also seems like a very down to earth guy, which is important--hopefully it means the politics haven't gotten to him yet.

While I doubt this will be a wake-up call to certain liberals in Congress, I am hopeful that many will see they cannot do what they please and get a free pass from the American people! We will be informed, we will take a stand and we will be heard! I only hope and pray this momentum will continue through November elections and well into the future.

Item number 2: Haiti
I have been following some of what has happened in Haiti through various ministries and organizations who are sending supplies and support to help the people there. I can do very little for the people who are suffering so except to pray and give. I hope that you will join me in both.

Samaritan's Purse is one ministry that deserves all the support they can receive for what they are doing in Haiti and around the world.

I'm afraid I don't have much else to say on this subject. Too much thought causes too much heartache. Perhaps I will be able to write more later on.

Item number 3: Rifqa Bary
This is just as exciting (in my opinion!!!) as Scott Brown's win! Rifqa Bary is a young Christian woman who ran away from her Muslim family several months ago in fear of her life. She took refuge in Florida a legal battle between the state of Florida, the state of Ohio (where she is from), herself and her parents ensued.

She was moved to the Ohio foster care system and Christians across the country have been praying that the state will protect her until her 18th birthday (later this year), when she will be able to make her own decisions.

Well, today God answered prayers! Rifqa's parents gave up the fight and Rifqa will be staying in the Ohio foster care system until she turns 18. I am so thankful to hear that this young, courageous girl will not have to face the possibility of death at the hands of her family for proclaiming the name of Jesus!

Hear Rifqa's story in her own words here.
Read about the latest developments here.

God is so good to give many good and wonderful gifts to His children... and even in Haiti, He works all things together for good for those who love Him. What an awesome God He is.

Decisions

2010-01-18T13:40:00.000-08:00

Life handed me an unexpected opportunity today that I'm not quite sure what to do with. But while I'm thinking, I'm also praying. And remembering this beautiful verse from Jeremiah.

This is what the LORD says:
"Stand at the crossroads and look;
ask for the ancient paths,
ask where the good way is, and walk in it,
and you will find rest for your souls.

He is faithful to show us the way when we stand at a crossroads. I'm praying for that direction now.

Promises

2010-01-13T20:51:00.000-08:00

Sometimes life seems so hard... sometimes for very little reason at all! But God still cares and His promises are still true. Psalm 34 really spoke to me last night... just look at all His promises in one short chapter!

"I sought the LORD, and he answered me;
He delivered me from all my fears. (He takes away our fears!)

Those who look to him are radiant; (He makes us shine in His glory!)
their faces are never covered with shame.

This poor man [or woman] called, and the LORD heard him;
He saved him out of all his troubles. (He saves!)

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him,
and He delivers them. (He delivers!)

Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. (He blesses!)

Fear the LORD, you His saints,
for those who fear Him lack nothing. (He provides!)

The lions may grow weak and hungry,
but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing. (He cares!)

Come, my children, listen to me;
I will teach you the fear of the LORD.

Whoever of you loves life
and desires to see many good days,

keep your tongue from evil
and your lips from speaking lies.

Turn from evil and do good;
seek peace and pursue it.

The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous (He sees!)
and His ears are attentive to their cry; (He hears!)

the face of the LORD is against those who do evil,
to cut off the memory of them from the earth.

The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them;
He delivers them from all their troubles. (He delivers!)

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted (He is near!)
and saves those who are crushed in spirit. (He saves!)

A righteous man may have many troubles,
but the LORD delivers him from them all; (And again... He delivers!)

He protects all his bones, (He protects!)
not one of them will be broken.

Evil will slay the wicked;
the foes of the righteous will be condemned.

The LORD redeems his servants; (He redeems!)
no one will be condemned who takes refuge in Him."

HOW GREAT IS OUR GOD!

Blessing.

2010-01-12T18:36:00.000-08:00

Genesis 32:26. "And Jacob replied, I will not let you go unless you bless me."

I never really thought about how powerful that verse is. Jacob did not know he was wrestling with God Himself, but I doubt his response would have been any different. He spent the entire night wrestling with God for a blessing.

I know I don't have that kind of dedication--but I want it. I want to cling to God, pray to Him, seek His will, hold fast and say "I will not let go unless you bless me!"

After all, it's what He wants to do. He just wants us to ask.

Inspiration

2010-01-08T21:59:00.000-08:00

Why is it that inspiration never comes when you most desire it? It is not to be had for the asking. Instead, it's bursts often seem few and far between. But when it does come, it is a glorious thing.

My inspiration (in the sense of writing that comes naturally and powerfully) tends to come from one of two places: reading God's Word or reading books inspired by God's Word. Hm... does that mean I'm inspired by inspiration? Perhaps so! I can only write powerful, moving things when God has used His inspired Word or the powerful writings of others to speak truth to me.

Well, I have not been greatly inspired in my writings lately. But here is something I wrote during Christmas 2008 that flowed from the truth of God's great plan for mankind and the writings of Bodie and Brock Thoene in the A.D. Chronicles. Enjoy

PENIEL.
The face of God.
Adonai. Elohim. Yahweh.

The great I AM over all creation.
Come to earth as a helpless babe.
God Most High as One most human.

Who more human than a baby?
Helpless... Tiny... Precious...

The face of God becomes the face of man.
Innocence... Beauty... Glory...

God Most High in human flesh.

Who better to save a helpless race
than One who became helpless?
A helpless Savior? Yes.
Yet only because He chose helplessness.
He chose.

Chose to leave it all.
Power... Strength... Might...
Helpless.

To save us all.
But in His helplessness--everything.
Mercy... Love... Grace...

ALL.

Peniel.

Most awesome face of God became
Most helpless face of man.
To save.

Real Men

2010-01-02T13:45:00.000-08:00

In today's society, our culture so often downplays the important role of men. Men were designed to lead, to protect, to care and nurture. Unfortunately, many see those God given desires as chauvinistic or demeaning to women. (Honestly, I can't understand that, but anyway...)

All that to say, I was floored and excited to read Docker's new advertising strategy. In fact, I even joined their Facebook page (which is rather rare for me to do). Take a look and if you like what you see, let them know!

http://www.us.dockers.com/season/landing.aspx

Goodbye, Hello!

2010-01-01T08:57:00.001-08:00

Well, it is 2010! While a New Year is exciting, I am generally not into New Year's resolutions and I think the last time I stayed up until midnight was 2000... but since this past year has been so amazing in many wonderful ways, I want a way to remember all that has happened. I found this list of questions from Doug Phillips blog and thought it would be good to answer some of them in review of this year.

1. Where did I/we travel?
That is a big question! I did a little traveling early in the year, but then I really started going places in June and just finished a couple weeks ago! Let's see, I visited...

-Mississippi early in the year to work at a conference with GenJ.
-The Southwest with my family, traveling from KS to CO to UT, spent one night in Las Vegas, visited my uncle and aunt in AZ, and drove through NM on the way back home!
-Virginia for a week of camp (and found out I was the head female counselor after I got there)!
-My grandparents in Nebraska
-Colorado Springs for another camp!
-Granby, Colorado, where my family moved the beginning of August.
-Kansas (which we now have to visit, since we moved) for three weeks to run a local Bible Bee contest.
-Pennsylvania to see my friend Jasmine
-PHC (with Jasmine) to see all our wonderful friends there!
-The Midwest for my grandparents 50th Anniversary.
-My grandparents again for three weeks shortly after visiting for their anniversary.
-D.C. to volunteer at the National Bible Bee.
-England!!! (An amazing experience).

All in all, a wonderfully busy, traveling year!

2. What were the most important sermons I heard this year?
Hmm... good question. I love our new church here in Colorado and every sermon is amazing. Perhaps the one that I remember the most is when our pastor quoted Philippians: "Do not be anxious about anything..." In modern language, that verse should be translated "Do not be stressed about anything." That hit home for me. And it's not just a suggestion either. I am commanded: Do NOT be stressed! That is a tall order, but one I am trying to obey.

3. What books/articles did I write?
Well, this is not something I do much of, but I do hope to write a book (on political campaigns) in the coming year!

4. What significant household projects did we accomplish in 2009?
-Well, we moved... that was a rather large project. :)
-My mom also sold her business (Livin' Right Women's Fitness) which allowed us to move to Colorado!
-I finished my degree in July and officially graduated in December!
-I also have a new job with CollegePlus! I am a coach for approximately 20 students as they work through their own degree via distance learning.
-Finally, we set up a blog for this next year that will help us, our extended family and our friends stay accountable to reading the Bible in a year. We'd love to have you visit at www.adailywalk.wordpress.com.

5. What were the most important meetings of the year?
Probably all the ones I had at the GenJ camps... getting to work with Godly men and women was such a blessing.

6. What special friendships were made this year?
Again, I have to go back to GenJ. There were some new friendships, some renewal of old friendships and some deepening of existing friendships: Sarah, Holly, Rachel, Stephanie, Lucas, Daniel, Joel, Michael, Emily, Kimberly, Kristi-Joy, Jeremiah, Willie, Will... you were all amazing. Thank you for such wonderful experiences!

And I also made some great new friends with the Bible Bee... our local committee, Carrie, Janice and Suzanne, as well as at the National Competition, especially Taylor!

7. What diet and physical exercise regimen did I maintain to honor “my temple”?
I do my best to regularly eat healthy. Unfortunately, my physical exercise has declined since I no longer work at a fitness center. That should certainly top the list of my New Year's Resolutions.

8. What books did I read?
This could be a long list! I'll have to start with just a few and add to the list as I think of them. (Ones with stars are ones I highly, highly recommend!)

*Pajama School ~Natalie Wickham
*Mere Christianity ~C.S. Lewis
Surprised by Joy ~C.S. Lewis
For the Temple: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem ~G.A. Henty
*The Spirit of Churchill ~Debbie Brezina
The Duggars: 20 and Counting ~Michelle Duggar
*A.D. Chronicles ~series by Bodie and Brock Thoene
*Zion Covenant ~series by Bodie and Brock Thoene
*Galway Chronicles ~series by Bodie and Brock Thoene

You may be able to tell, I enjoy reading anything written by the Thoene's. The Zion Covenant Series is especially powerful, though heartwrenching. I actually couldn't finish reading them because they were so heart breaking. I do still highly recommend them-just not in large doses.

Here is my list of partially read books:
How Shall We Then Live? ~Francis Schaeffer
*The Road to Reality ~K.P. Yohanan
Let Me Be a Woman ~Elisabeth Eliot
The Soul of Prince Caspian ~Gene Edward Veith

I am certain I have read more than this, but these are the ones that stick out. I hope to read many more books this year, as I no longer have tests to study for!

9. What Scriptures did my family memorize?
As a part of the Bible Bee, we memorized many more Scriptures than we normally do. It was exciting to see just how much we can memorize in a short period of time. And I am quite excited to have finally memorized the book of Philippians after a few years of trying!

10. What loved ones died this year?
I am blessed that no close personal friends or family have passed away this year. However, a good friend of my grandparents, a sweet lady I had the opportunity to know, passed away just one week before Christmas. I know my grandparents and her own family are still struggling with losing her so close to the holidays. They are in my prayers.

11. What were the great personal/ministry/national tragedies and losses of the year?
The greatest tragedy that comes to mind was the Fort Hood Massacre that took place only a couple months ago. We must continue to pray for the safety and protection of our troops and the comfort of their families.

12. What were the great personal/ministry/national blessings of the year?
Another thought that comes to mind is the pilot who saved the lives of those aboard his plane by landing it safely in the Hudson River.

There have been so many personal blessings in my life that it would be impossible to name them all. I am just so thankful for all that God has done!

13. What were my most significant failures/sins for the year 2009?
Yikes--difficult question. I often find it difficult to make the most of the time I have, serve others cheerfully and stay patient when people and circumstances become frustrating.

14. What commitments have I made to overcome sin in 2010?
First, I am determined to memorize 1 John (which is all about love--hopefully remembering what Christ's love has done for me will help me demonstrate that love more willingly to others).

I am also committed to becoming more involved in ministries and writing a book, which I hope will force me to use my time wisely.

15. What significant spiritual and practical victories did I experience?
Perhaps the biggest lesson God taught me was that my security lies with Him; not my situation nor my finances. After having absolutely no money to pay personal and school bills, I have learned two important lessons. It really is "more blessed to give than to receive" (even and especially when you have nothing)! And I have also learned, "in whatever [financial] situation I am to be content." I am so thankful God saw fit to teach me those lessons this year and I am excited to see what I can do for others financially this year!

16. In what tangible ways did I communicate gratitude to those who have blessed me and invested in my life?
I hope that I have told those around me how I truly appreciate them. I know I fall short, so that is another goal I have for this year--to let others know how important they are in my lives.

17. What are the top ten themes of 2009 for me or my family?
1. My God is faithful-always.
2. His ways are not our ways--they're better.
3. True friends are worth investing in.
4. Wait.
5. Learn.
6. Trust.
7. Heal.
8. Forgive.
9. Hope. (still anticipating and looking for that which is to come)!
10. Change.

God bless each of you in this coming year... I can't wait to see what God has in store for each of us as we follow Him!

2009-12-19T22:12:00.000-08:00

It is my heart's deepest desire that I may truly understand the love my God has for me and communicate it to the world. May you also begin to understand who is this God of Love.

London

2009-12-19T13:48:00.000-08:00

This will be my last post about our time in England. First, because London was the last place we visited! Second, because though I want to have a source of remembering the wonderful time we had there, I also want to direct my focus to more worthy subjects. Perhaps it's the time of year... perhaps my deep desire to do something worthwhile in life. I just want every moment of my life to count for something--and that includes this blog.

But for now, we'll finish remembering England...

We left Stevenage Friday morning for London. By the time we found our hotel, dropped off our luggage and decided a general direction to head, it was already after 11:00am. But we managed to fit quite a few things into that short time frame.

We first took a rather long train ride (like the metro in D.C.) to the Imperial War Museum. Most of the week was spent doing things I enjoyed... so I wanted Matthew to see something he would enjoy. Plus, it was free! ;) We spend quite some time there and it was amazing to see huge, ancient tanks, missiles and cannons, a replica of a WWI trench (it was dark and crowded; very realistic), the eagle that Hitler had placed above his headquarters (what a piece of history!), a display on spies throughout the years, and so much more. Of course, I think my dad and brother were much more interested than I was. But I still enjoyed seeing everything.

We really had no plans after that, so we started walking towards the Thames River, which was near many interesting sites. I was wanting to see the Churchill Museum and War Cabinets. I recently read a book called "The Spirit of Churchill" by Debbie Brezina that sparked my interest in the man who inspired a single nation to stand alone against Hitler and Nazi Germany. His strength, wisdom, insight and courage were astounding. The author emphasized many of the small events in his life... and how they eventually shaped him into the man he became. I hope that I allow the small events in my life to shape me into the person God wants me to be. Whether I become a player on the world stage or just in my own home, I want to be known as a person of strength and conviction--as Churchill was.

Anyway, all that to say, we did not see the Churchill Museum. :-) Though I wanted to, we did some other things instead. When we reached the Thames River, we saw the London Eye--the world's largest ferris wheel! I had heard of it from a friend and, of course, Matthew wanted to ride it from the moment he heard of it. I wasn't that interested (the height made me feel sick when I was still on the ground!) so while my dad and Matthew rode the Eye, I went to...

Westminster Abbey!

Of course, that was absolutely amazing. When I walked in, I literally took a step back. I had no idea where to even look first... a case of sensory overload, for sure. Many people think I am morbid because I enjoy walking through cemeteries and looking at graves. But the reason I like to do so is to see the history in such places and remember the significance of those men and women who shaped history.

Parts of the Abbey were built in the 13th century... that was amazing to see. I also was in awe of seeing where men such as John Newton, David Livingstone, George Friedrich Handel, Geoffrey Chaucer and others were buried. Unfortunately, the area where William Wilberforce is buried was closed by the time I reached that part of the church. But it was still a wonderful experience. I was especially moved by reading some of the engravings on various tombs. Some were merely monuments to power and prestige (mostly kings and queens). The ones that were most inspiring, though, were the epitaphs to unknown men or women who were honored for loving their Lord. There were a few that almost took my breathe away--things I want desperately to be said of me when my time comes. It was a wonderful reminder of how and why we should live our lives--for God and for others. Those are the lives that truly matter.

Once I was done with the Abbey, I met the guys in the gift shop (where they'd been waiting quite awhile). We bought a few gifts and souveneirs and then headed to Trafalger Square. I still do not quite understand the significance of that location... I'll have to look it up soon. We then saw the Royal Art Gallery was close by and... free! (We like free things). :-) So we went. That was an absolutely astounding experience. We saw original paintings by Rembrandt and da Vinci... paintings hundreds of years old that were still looked as bright as they must have looked when they were first painted. I couldn't fathom that they are truly that old; they have been wonderfully preserved. We also saw paintings by Monet, van Gogh, Picasso and so many more. I have a few new artists that I'm interested in as well. Next to Westminster Abbey, I think the Royal Gallery was the most excited part of London.

Well, by the time we finished touring the Gallery, we had been touring London for eight hours, with only PB&J to tide us over. Matthew was extremely bored looking at paintings, as well as hungry, so we headed out to find food.

We hopped back on the train and stopped at Piccadilly Circus (which seems to be London's equivalent to Times Square). It was very busy and high-end. We walked around for a little while, but didn't find much to eat in a reasonable price range. So we got back on the train to find something else.

We ended up eating cornish pasty's at a little restaurant in the train station. We had heard about them, but didn't eat one until our last night. I wish we had tried them earlier... I would have eaten one every day! I have been craving one ever since. :-) Cornish pasty's are basically like a hand held potpie. We learned the history of them--they originated in Cornwall, a mining town on the coast of England. The miners, who continually had dirty hands, ate them since they could hold the part where the pastry was folded over and eat the rest without getting it dirty. Anyway, I always love learning the history of things--though I feel certain Matthew only cared about the eating!

Well, there is the end of our trip to England! It was a fun and enjoyable trip... we learned a lot; it was certainly a new experience. But as much as I loved our trip, I was also glad to come home. The United States of America is a beautiful place to live and I'm so glad to be a citizen of this great country.

Windsor

2009-12-15T06:29:00.000-08:00

Windsor. Wow. What an experience!

Living in the U.S. my whole life, I had never seen a castle before (they’re rather scarce in the Midwest) and I was not prepared for its immense size! I always assumed, in theory, that castles would be big. But this castle went on and on and on… covering several acres of land; and we did not even see the whole of it!

To gaze at walls built 600-700 years ago by ancient kings and queens that I’ve read and studied over the years—well, it was quite amazing. In so many ways, pictures can speak so much better than I can. But I will try to give you an idea of my feelings as I walked through this historic castle that is still home to the Queen of England.

Matthew and I walked for quite a ways outside the castle, listening to a self-guided audio tour that came with our admission. We learned that Windsor was originally built to be a fortress, which seems obvious when you look around! It is situated on the highest point of land and provides breath-taking views of the entire landscape. In the middle, there is a great, round tower that rises much higher than rest of the castle. When you look at it, you can imagine ancient soldiers defending King and country from any forces that may have come against it.

Of course, I took millions of pictures (or close to it!) outside of the castle. However, once we went inside, pictures were not allowed, so I purchased a guide book to help me remember all I had seen. But for any who may read this and for my own memory’s sake, I will try to describe what we saw.

We started with Queen Mary’s Doll House, a beautiful house that was never intended to be used by children, but was given to Queen Mary in 1924 by a relative. The house was about twice as tall as Matthew and I and I immediately thought how Tiffany would love to play with something like that. The details were exact, with linen closets, an ‘electric vacuum,’ (apparently the latest and greatest in the ‘20s), sewing machines, and of course, furniture, people, and much more. The house also has working electricity and plumbing! Wouldn’t you love a dollhouse where you could actually turn lights on and off and give your dolls a bath in?

My favorite part of the entire castle came shortly after we saw the Doll House and entered the Grand Staircase. You walk up a flight of red carpeted stairs, flanked on either side by statues of knights on glorious horses. The ceiling stretches at least 30 feet up and is covered by ornate carvings in the wood and stone as well as arrangements of swords and armor for decoration. It is magnificent to see and perhaps just as thrilling was the thought that the Queen herself climbs those stairs during State occasions to receive visitors… and many other monarchs before her have done the same.

After that came room after room of ornate furniture, beautiful old paintings and highly decorated ceilings. We saw the Guard Chamber, where the walls were adorned with old pistols, swords and other weapons in decorative fashions. There were several cases of ‘display’ swords, including one with a handle covered entirely by sapphires. The room also featured statues of several of Britain’s defenders, including Admiral Lord Nelson and Winston Churchill.

Then I entered St. George’s Hall. I had a hard time at first determining whether I preferred it or the Grand Staircase. Though I decided on the staircase in the end, it does not diminish the beauty of St. George’s Hall. The Hall seems to stretch forever and is where the Queen holds banquets, seating hundreds of people at one very long table. The Hall is covered in red and gold, which gives it a majestic appearance. Its walls and the ceiling are covered in small shields featuring the coat of arms for each Knight of the Order of the Garter. (I did not quite understand the Order, but it was certainly interesting to see how many knights must have belonged to it over the years)!

I could go on and on and on, about the room full of china sets used by the Royal Family over the years, one huge room dedicated to gifts given the Royal Families (including a solid gold tiger’s head with crystal eyes and teeth), the magnificent paintings of all the kings and queens, their families, important political figures and such, the room of intricate centerpieces and chandeliers covered in gold, the throne room (decorated completely in blue) and so much more. But the things I have mentioned were the highlights (at least for me!) and I want to ensure I have accurate descriptions with which to remember the experience by.

There are two other things that I want to describe in great detail; the Drawings Gallery and St. George’s Chapel, but they will have to wait for the next post!

(And pictures may be added to this post at a later time).

Home!

2009-12-13T08:20:00.000-08:00

Well, determined as I was to keep my posts in chronological order, I have to skip the last few days (temporarily) and say it: WE ARE HOME!!! Not home to Colorado quite yet. We'll be flying out of Chicago to Denver later this afternoon. By home, I mean my beautiful country, the United States of America.

When we landed in Chicago last night, I immediately felt such contentment and happiness to belong to this wonderful country. Britain was outstanding and an amazing experience, but nothing can compare to the U.S. Even with all our problems, economic, political and otherwise... no place will ever come close to the glory of this land.

I hope I always remember my feelings when we landed back home--and always keep in my how blessed we are. God bless America!

Cambridge

2009-12-10T12:10:00.000-08:00

St. John's College in Cambridge

We were in Cambridge two days ago, on Tuesday. I would have posted then, but had no internet access. Now I do, so the posting may begin!

We started out when Mr. Barry Hack picked us up. He is working with my dad (or my dad is working with him... they keep arguing about which it is) while we're over here. He is a great person and so funny to listen to. He talks about many interesting topics... I may have to dedicate a post to all the fascinating and hilarious conversations I've listened to over the last few days.

Anyway, the reason I mention the beginning of our day was because it started with us running late. We were stuck in traffic when my dad and Mr. Hack were supposed to be in Cambridge for a meeting. So what do we do? Stop for coffee, of course! Not just a quick drive through McDonald's or Starbucks though... no, we go inside, order something to drink and sit for half an hour! It was my first experience with what is obviously a different attitude towards work over here!

Boats on the river!

Once we finally got to Cambridge, Matthew and I walked from the offices we arrived at to the downtown area of Cambridge. Once we found our way (it took awhile, what with detours to a shopping mall and a museum and such), we finally were able to see the beautiful, ancient colleges of Cambridge. Apparently there are 31 colleges that comprise Cambridge University. We only saw a few, but they were all remarkable.

St. John's College (again!)

I could talk (type?) forever about all saw and did, but here is a brief summary. We started at Corpus Christi College, where we were yelled at by a not-so-nice gentlemen for 'goofing off' (we weren't), took a million pictures of King's College Chapel, walked through the lesser known Clare's College and saw some of the best landscaping, climbed 123 stairs to the top of the Great St. Mary's Chapel, saw the Christopher Wren Library from a distance (SO sad I couldn't see it up close!), walked by many more beautiful colleges, visited the Christian Heritage Tours of Cambridge in the Round Church and saw and learned so much amazing history!

Matthew in the courtyard of Corpus Christi College.

Of all I learned, one of the most remarkable was discovering how old these building actually are. For example, Great St. Mary's steeple (that would be one of the LAST things to be built) was started in 1491. Henry VI started the building of King’s College Chapel which was eventually finished by Henry VIII. And the historic section of Cambridge was finished around 1600… around the time America was just getting started! Isn’t it amazing?

King's College Chapel from the top of Great St. Mary's

You have to look at this one sideways. These are the ropes to pull the bells in Great St. Mary's Cathedral. As we headed up the stairs, Matthew asked "Did they hang people in here?"

All of us on top of Great St. Mary's Church.

Heading down the stairs from the top of Great St. Mary's

Beautiful landscaping (for December) inside Clare's College.

Another view of St. John's College (and my dad!)

Stevenage, Hertfordshire, UK

2009-12-07T13:52:00.000-08:00

Here we are in Stevenage, UK! So far we’ve only walked around Stevenage—and there isn’t a whole lot to see here. (In fact, when we went to the Stevenage Museum and asked what else we should see, the two ladies looked at each other and said “This is about it!”) We did see “Six Hills,” which is quite literally six mounds where ancient Romans and Britons are buried. It was rather strange to see them and think 1) there are people buried there and 2) they have been buried there for over a thousand years!

However, we are still having a great time, especially noting several (rather random)things that are just a little bit different than they are in the United States. Here are a few…

1. Moss grows everywhere! The roofs are covered with it.

2. Lights switches must be flipped the other way to turn on!

3. Of course, cars drive on the wrong side of the road. Which isn’t as odd as I thought it would be—unless you’re crossing a street! Then you have to make sure you’re looking for traffic coming from the right direction.

4. Matthew thinks it’s hilarious that you have to ask for the “toilets” instead of the restroom/bathroom. On that note… the bathrooms are horribly small here.

5. There are no traffic lights! Only very confusing round-a-bouts. That’s another thing to look out for when you cross the street. Instead of looking ‘both ways,’ you almost end up turning in a circle to check all the directions traffic is coming from!

6. Matthew also points out that they “talk weird” here. Which was to be expected. ;)

7. The electric outlets are different. I have to use my dad’s adaptor to charge all my electronics.

8. I saw sheep! In a field that is. Do you know, I realized upon seeing those sheep that I’ve never seen sheep outside of a zoo. Rather sad…

9. We passed a sign on the road that read “Motor Regulations End Here.” Which is rather scary to think about… there are also places with no speed limits.

10. Stevenage is a “new town,” meaning it was built after WWII. It also means that roads were designed with no traffic lights and cars, bicyclists and pedestrians all have their own road/path. And they are designed to never (or seldom) intersect. All the walking paths go under the road instead of crossing it.

11. Just about everyone looks SO proper here—even the little kids are dressed very nicely. I can’t imagine Tiffany (who is 10) ever dressing as nice as the little kids I saw at McDonalds! Of course, that might be more indicative of a laid back Midwestern life rather than an American trait… but still, it was interesting to see. :)

12. Apparently they don’t believe in ice here. At least, I have yet to get any in any of my drinks.

It’s funny… I remember thinking everything was a little different when we first got here, but they are all such small things that I can’t remember what they all are! I’m sure I will think of more eventually and when I do, I’ll be sure to make note of them!

Tomorrow we head to Cambridge for the day! We plan to follow a walking tour route we found online and see the sights listed on it. It also came with 18 pages of historical information, so we’ll learn as we go. (Just don’t tell Matthew!)

Heading to London!!!

2009-12-05T06:37:00.000-08:00

The day has finally arrived and Matthew (my 13 year old brother) and I are heading to the UK for a week! If possible, I intend to update my blog more frequently while I'm gone, both so my friends can keep up with me and so I may have a good account of our trip when we return!

I expected packing to be a rather bigger deal than previous trips I have made since we are going overseas. I was pleasantly surprised to find out I did not need much additional time. In fact, I began packing much too early and ended up sitting around wondering if I was forgetting something! Matthew took a little longer to get everything together (I'm still not sure if he has his toothbrush!) but we are almost ready to go!

Here is what our travel schedule looks like:

Leave Granby, CO no later than 10:00am.
Arrive in Denver around noon.
Get lunch with our family.
Fly out of Denver around 2:40pm.
Arrive in Chicago sometime after 6:00pm.
Meet my dad in Chicago and board a plane to London after 10:00pm tonight!

So that is the plan. It will be Matthew's first flight in years and the first Trans-Atlantic flight for both of us. We are mildly excited... ;) (Actually, Matthew said he didn't sleep much last night, he was so excited. I suppose that's a little more than 'mildly').

Well, I suppose I should finish getting ready to go! Next update will probably come from another country!

Pajama School Interview!

2009-12-03T10:22:00.000-08:00

I am excited to let you all know that I recently completed an interview with Pajama School Blog.

And while you are there, be sure to check out Natalie's book! It's an excellent read for anyone!

Amazingly, Generation Joshua (whom I mentioned a few times in the interview) already found it and posted a link on their website as well!

It's so neat to see how quickly word can spread!

Anyway, I hope you take time to stop by Natalie's blog and enjoy reading the interview!

Bringing children to Christ... one shoebox at a time.

2009-11-25T21:51:00.000-08:00

That's right... a shoebox. For those of you who may not know about Operation Christmas Child, they are an organization that delivers shoeboxes full of toys, hygiene items and school supplies to children in Third World countries who may never own such things otherwise. Last year, OCC delivered over 8 million shoeboxes to little boys and girls. 8 million! And they all came from individuals and families who spent some time and money to bless a child in need.

Today I volunteered at a processing center in Denver. Over the next three weeks, they expect to sort and ship over 650,000 shoeboxes! While there, I met a man named Eddie, from Africa. I learned after the fact that he is a part of the International Operation Christmas Child leadership teams who distributes boxes overseas. He became a part of this incredible program after receiving a shoebox himself many years ago. When I heard his story, I was reminded of other stories I had heard... stories that could only be true because one man or one woman or one family followed God's call to share Christ with the nations--through a shoebox.

There is the story about a family who sent eight toothbrushes to a little boy who "just happened" to have seven brothers and sisters.

The one about a little girl who had decided God didn't exist because He never gave her shoes--until she received a pair in her shoebox!

Story after story of children and their families who now know Christ because of the Gospel that is shared along with the wonderful gifts of shoeboxes.

A shoebox... such a simple act, but such a powerful tool.

If you have never filled a shoebox, I ask you to visit http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/ and consider what you might be able to do next year.

If you have sent shoeboxes before, consider taking another step... telling others about this remarkable program, either informally or by volunteering with the organization itself. http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/Volunteer

As we celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope we will not only give thanks, but be called to action to help those who so desperately need the greatest blessing of all--the love of God and His salvation.

Compromise

2009-11-10T13:01:00.000-08:00

One of the students that I coach wrote the following essay after taking her US History I exam. She chose the subject of compromise and what she had to say both convicted and motivated me. Many of us have been deceived into viewing compromise as an only option, possibly even a beneficial one, especially in politics. But this essay was a powerful reminder that compromise is not a solution, only a postponement of making a final decision. I hope that in future, I will keep in mind the vitally important truths communicated here.

Compromise: Permanent Solution or Impossibility?

by Elizabeth Sampayan

Our nation is currently faced with many evils. From the growing acceptance of homosexuality to the rampant slaughter of the unborn, the fight against evil lies at the root of many controversies in America. However, in an attempt to put an end to these controversies, many unbelievers, and sadly even some believers, are calling for compromising good and evil. A brief look at history denies the effectiveness of this approach. One of the darkest hours in our nation’s history, the struggle over slavery, demonstrates that when the epic struggle between good and evil lies at the root of a problem, compromise is impossible and only delays the inevitable climax.

From the writing of the Constitution to the Kansas-Nebraska Act, our forefathers made several attempts at coming to a lasting solution to slavery through compromises, but they all ultimately failed. At the Constitutional Convention, the delegates compromised by promising the slave trade could not be banned until 1808, but slaves would not count as a whole person for representation purposes in the House. But, this failed to bring any permanent settlement. In 1820, the issue once more arose and once more politicians attempted to settle the question of slavery with a compromise. The Missouri Compromise attempted to resolve the matter with the 3630’ line. This also failed to last longer than a generation. The Kansas-Nebraska Act and Douglas’s advocacy of Popular Sovereignty were last desperate attempts at compromise. But, they succeeded even less than the previous compromises. Each of these “solutions” failed to permanently resolve the dispute. They only delayed the crisis that would ultimately come.

There is a reason for the failures of these compromises. The real struggle over slavery lay not in the issue of slavery itself; but rather in a much deeper struggle between two incompatible forces—Good and Evil. Just as white can not be mixed with black and remain white, so it is with Good and Evil. Good cannot remain good if it has been tainted with Evil in a compromise. Because slavery is wrong, there was no meeting place between its supporters and opponents. Contrary to popular belief, they could not compromise, or even peacefully coexist. As the Bible says in 2 Corinthians 6:14; “for what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?” (NIV). Good and Evil are at war with each other and always will be until Evil is ended by Christ’s return.

Ultimately, the only option that provided a lasting solution to the issue of slavery in America was a battle and a decisive victor. Despite decades of attempts at compromise, the dispute over slavery was not resolved until the Civil War. Abraham Lincoln recognized this in his famous speech at in Springfield Illinois when he said, “that agitation [over slavery] has not ceased but has constantly augmented. In my opinion, it will not cease until a crisis has been reached and passed” (Schweikart and Allen 288). He realized because of their incompatibility, a permanent resolution between Good and the evil of slavery could only come after a battle in which one was defeated. There were no other options.

As we continue to battle the evil in today’s society, we need to remember the history of the conflict over slavery. As our forefathers discovered, compromise with evil will not bring about a lasting resolution. We can learn from the past that compromise will only delay the climax that must ultimately occur. Instead, we must continue fight for what is right, no matter how attractive a compromise appears. The battle may appear difficult and futile at times, but ultimately there will be no resolution until Good triumphs over Evil.

Ten Things

2009-10-27T14:39:00.000-07:00

My sister, Alyssa, has had epilepsy and some mild autistic tendencies since she was 17 months. She is now 19 years old and her medical conditions have caused many mental and physical delays. Today I went with my mom to a local organization that provides many services for children with special needs and their families. I have been amazed and overwhelmed to learn all that is available... we haven't pursued much outside help in the past.

But as I was looking through all the information we received, I found this amazing article: Ten Things Every Child With Autism Wishes You Knew. Even after living with my sister for 19 years, I learned so much from this article--both in how to treat other children with autism and some of the struggles my own sister may have. Some of these are things everyone of us should keep in mind with any child with any disability (1, 3, 7, 10). As for the rest, if you ever wondered how to relate to children with this kind of disability or want to understand what they and their families deal with every day, this article is a wealth of information. This is just parts of the article. For the whole thing, see http://www.southflorida.com/sfparenting/sfe-sfp-autism,0,6196233.story

Ten Things Every Child With Autism Wishes You Knew.

Some days it seems the only predictable thing about it is the unpredictability. The only consistent attribute -- the inconsistency. There is little argument on any level that autism is baffling, even to those who spend their lives around it. The child who lives with autism may look "normal" but his behavior can be perplexing and downright difficult.

Autism was once thought an "incurable" disorder, but that notion is crumbling in the face of knowledge and understanding that is increasing even as you read this. Every day, individuals with autism are showing us that they can overcome, compensate for and otherwise manage many of autism's most challenging characteristics. Equipping those around our children with simple understanding of autism's most basic elements has a tremendous impact on their ability to journey towards productive, independent adulthood.

Here are ten things every child with autism wishes you knew:

1. I am first and foremost a child. I have autism. I am not primarily "autistic." My autism is only one aspect of my total character. It does not define me as a person. Are you a person with thoughts, feelings and many talents, or are you just fat (overweight), myopic (wear glasses) or klutzy (uncoordinated, not good at sports)? Those may be things that I see first when I meet you, but they are not necessarily what you are all about.

As an adult, you have some control over how you define yourself. If you want to single out a single characteristic, you can make that known. As a child, I am still unfolding. Neither you nor I yet know what I may be capable of. Defining me by one characteristic runs the danger of setting up an expectation that may be too low. And if I get a sense that you don't think I "can do it," my natural response will be: Why try?

2. My sensory perceptions are disordered. Sensory integration may be the most difficult aspect of autism to understand, but it is arguably the most critical. It his means that the ordinary sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touches of everyday that you may not even notice can be downright painful for me. The very environment in which I have to live often seems hostile. I may appear withdrawn or belligerent to you but I am really just trying to defend myself. Here is why a "simple" trip to the grocery store may be hell for me:

My hearing may be hyper-acute. Dozens of people are talking at once. The loudspeaker booms today's special. Musak whines from the sound system. Cash registers beep and cough, a coffee grinder is chugging. The meat cutter screeches, babies wail, carts creak, the fluorescent lighting hums. My brain can't filter all the input and I'm in overload!

My sense of smell may be highly sensitive. The fish at the meat counter isn't quite fresh, the guy standing next to us hasn't showered today, the deli is handing out sausage samples, the baby in line ahead of us has a poopy diaper, they're mopping up pickles on aisle 3 with ammonia….I can't sort it all out. I am dangerously nauseated.

Because I am visually oriented, this may be my first sense to become overstimulated. The room seems to pulsate and it hurts my eyes. The pulsating light bounces off everything and distorts what I am seeing -- the space seems to be constantly changing. There's glare from windows, moving fans on the ceiling, so many bodies in constant motion, too many items for me to be able to focus (I may compensate with "tunnel vision"). All this affects my vestibular and proprioceptive senses, and now I can't even tell where my body is in space. I may stumble, bump into things, or simply decide to lay down and try to regroup.

3. Please remember to distinguish between won't (I choose not to) and can't (I am not able to). It isn't that I don't listen to instructions. It's that I can't understand you. When you call to me from across the room, this is what I hear: "*&^%$#@, Billy. #$%…" Instead, come speak directly to me in plain words: "Please put your book in your desk, Billy. It's time to go to lunch." This tells me what you want me to do and what is going to happen next. Now it is much easier for me to comply.

4. I am a concrete thinker. This means I interpret language very literally. It's very confusing for me when you say, "Hold your horses, cowboy!" when what you really mean is "Please stop running." Don't tell me something is a "piece of cake" when there is no dessert in sight and what you really mean is "this will be easy for you to do." When you say "Jamie really burned up the track," I see a kid playing with matches. Please just tell me "Jamie ran very fast."

Idioms, puns, nuances, double entendres, inference, metaphors, allusions and sarcasm are lost on me.

5. Please be patient with my limited vocabulary. It's hard for me to tell you what I need when I don't know the words to describe my feelings. I may be hungry, frustrated, frightened or confused but right now those words are beyond my ability to express. Be alert for body language, withdrawal, agitation or other signs that something is wrong.

Or, there's a flip side to this: I may sound like a "little professor" or movie star, rattling off words or whole scripts well beyond my developmental age. These are messages I have memorized from the world around me to compensate for my language deficits because I know I am expected to respond when spoken to. They may come from books, TV, or the speech of other people. It is called "echolalia." I don't necessarily understand the context or the terminology I'm using. I just know that it gets me off the hook for coming up with a reply.

6. Because language is so difficult for me, I am very visually oriented. Please show me how to do something rather than just telling me. And please be prepared to show me many times. Lots of consistent repetition helps me learn.

7. Please focus and build on what I can do rather than what I can't do. Like any other human, I can't learn in an environment where I'm constantly made to feel that I'm not good enough and that I need "fixing." Trying anything new when I am almost sure to be met with criticism, however "constructive," becomes something to be avoided. Look for my strengths and you will find them. There is more than one "right" way to do most things.

8. Please help me with social interactions. It may look like I don't want to play with the other kids on the playground, but sometimes it's just that I simply do not know how to start a conversation or enter a play situation. If you can encourage other children to invite me to join them at kickball or shooting baskets, it may be that I'm delighted to be included.

I do best in structured play activities that have a clear beginning and end. I don't know how to "read" facial expressions, body language or the emotions of others, so I appreciate ongoing coaching in proper social responses. For example, if I laugh when Emily falls off the slide, it's not that I think it's funny. It's that I don't know the proper response. Teach me to say "Are you OK?"

9. Try to identify what triggers my meltdowns. Meltdowns, blow-ups, tantrums or whatever you want to call them are even more horrid for me than they are for you. They occur because one or more of my senses has gone into overload. If you can figure out why my meltdowns occur, they can be prevented. Keep a log noting times, settings, people, activities. A pattern may emerge.

10. Love me unconditionally. Banish thoughts like, "If he would just……" and "Why can't she….." You did not fulfill every last expectation your parents had for you and you wouldn't like being constantly reminded of it. I did not choose to have autism. But remember that it is happening to me, not you. Without your support, my chances of successful, self-reliant adulthood are slim. With your support and guidance, the possibilities are broader than you might think. I promise you – I am worth it.

And finally, three words: Patience. Patience. Patience. Work to view my autism as a different ability rather than a disability. Look past what you may see as limitations and see the gifts autism has given me. It may be true that I'm not good at eye contact or conversation, but have you noticed that I don't lie, cheat at games, tattle on my classmates or pass judgment on other people? Also true that I probably won't be the next Michael Jordan. But with my attention to fine detail and capacity for extraordinary focus, I might be the next Einstein. Or Mozart. Or Van Gogh.

They may have had autism too.

All that I might become won't happen without you as my foundation. Be my advocate, be my friend, and we'll see just how far I can go.

Joy

2009-10-14T17:50:00.000-07:00

In reading C.S. Lewis' "Surprised by Joy," I found a description of what I was attempting to convey in my previous post. Obviously, it is done much, much better, seeing as how it is Lewis. :-) But if you want to understand some context for my appreciation of this passage, you should read my previous post first. Or after. I suppose either way works, as long as you read them together.

Lewis on Joy

I saw that all my waitings and watchings for Joy, all my vain hopes to find some mental content on which I could, so to speak, lay my finger and say, "This is it," had been a futile attempt to contemplate the enjoyed. All that such watching and waiting ever could find would be either an image... or a quiver in the diaphragm... I knew now that they were merely the mental track left by the passage of Joy-not the wave but the wave's imprint on the sand. The inherent dialectic of desire itself had in a way already shown me this; for all images and sensations... soon honestly confessed themselves inadequate. All said, in the last resort, "It is not I. I am only a reminder. Look! Look! What do I remind you of?"

Joy itself, considered simply as an event in my own mind, turned out to be of no value at all. All the value lay in that of which Joy was desiring... Inexorably Joy proclaimed, "I myself am your want of something other, outside, not you nor any state of you..." the naked Other, imageless (though our imagination salutes it with a hundred images), unknown, undefined, desired.

My Home... His Realm.

2009-10-14T09:58:00.000-07:00

Well, it has been awhile since I have written here. Whether that is due to a lack of interesting topics or a lack of time, I'm not quite sure. I have been too busy enjoying my life over the last month or so to worry about blogging. I've spent time learning more about my job while my mom and siblings settle into their school routine. It's been wonderful to be with my family without having to worry about school or leaving for a job or the many other things that have consumed my time these last few years.

We drove to Nebraska this past weekend for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. We had a wonderful time, though it was far too short... and the drive too long. 10 hours one way is crazy. I do not expect to ever complain about those nice 5-8 hour drives again.

It was on those drives, though, that I learned so much of God from the amazing beauty and great vastness of the plains. The mountains in Colorado are beautiful examples of God's majesty and strength. But only in the prairies do I ache for sheer happiness and peace. I was reminded by C.S. Lewis' description of Joy in "Surprised by Joy." He calls it "an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction." Unsatisfied, because that kind of Joy--the kind where you ache while you have it and long for it when it is gone--is only a small realization of that purpose for which we were ultimately created; to know God and dwell forever in His presence. And for me, every part of the prairies speak of Him... and these thoughts were inspired as we drove.

As the wind whisps across the prairies, sometimes soft and gentle, sometimes rough and strong, I think of that Scripture where the Lord appeared, first as a "great and strong wind" and soon after as "a still small voice." In all the winds, strong or gentle, I know His glory and feel His love.

In the old country churches we passed, with spires reaching towards heaven, I was reminded of a great longing we all have for God. As the spires reach upwards, we ourselves are constantly reaching and striving for something greater than ourselves.

With the annual blazing fires, designed to cleanse the earth and prepare it afresh for new crops, I see the fire of His cleansing as He renews our land and prepares our hearts to worship. And in the billowing smoke that rises to the heavens, I see that worship as the saints praise His mighty name.

But it is the vastness of the prairie that reveals HIM as nothing else does. In the great, open spaces, I feel as nowhere else His open arms, stretched out to me in never ending love. It is in the endless plains, where I see forever, that I see best His eternal presence and greatness and glory. Gazing at the infinite sky and land, I know His sovereign might over all that is.

This beautiful, endless, vast prairie-land is mine to call home. But it is also eternally His. And so in knowing it, I come to know Him better.

Bible Bee Success!

2009-09-19T21:13:00.000-07:00

Well, last Saturday marked the culmination of our efforts as we held a Bible Bee Contest in Wichita. Everything ran smoothly and we not only stayed on schedule, but we were done early!

More importantly, the contestants all did wonderful! The hard work they spent certainly showed in their performance and their scores. And...

drumroll please

I am quite excited to announce that five students from our little contest (of only 30 students) have qualified for the National Competition!!!

Primary
1. Natalia Leslie

Junior
1. John Myers
2. Aaron Wilson

Senior
1. Abigail Myers
2. Bethany Franklin

We also have one student who is a runner-up for Nationals: Luke Rathke!

It is so exciting to see all the students who worked so hard and more importantly, invested in God's Word. To be a part of instilling such valuable gems of truth into the lives of others was a great blessing. I know everyone who participated feels the same and I am so thankful for all our volunteers who invested in so many lives.

I'm also incredibly thankful for our wonderful team--my mom, Carrie, Janet and Suzanne. (See below picture). They were all amazing. It's remarkable to see how well things run when each person fully and capably fulfills their roles.

All in all, the Bible Bee was a wonderful experience. And now I'm looking forward to volunteering at the National Competition in November!

Our wonderful team. :)

Politics

2009-09-17T18:58:00.000-07:00

Well, it had to happen sooner or later... a post on current events.

There are so many things happening in our country, but two in particular have stood out as I hear the stories.

The Valley that Hope Forgot
(http://www.foxnews.com/hannity/)

With over 40% unemployment in San Joaquin Valley in Southern California, Sean Hannity broadcast the plight of farmers in that region tonight. I kept hearing the accusation that the government cared more about an endangered species of fish (called the Delta Smelt) than they did the people in the Valley. I was rather confused about exactly what was happening, so I started researching. (Internet, by the way, is a wonderful thing).

The best explanation I can find is that environmentalists started demanding several months (or even years?) ago that California "modify water exports to prevent the extinction of the delta smelt." (1) Apparently that means reducing water into the Valley to a mere 10% of what they previously used. 10%!!! And this is a valley that produces food for the entire nation--now subjected to 40% unemployment rates with families going hungry every night. Why? Because the Federal Government, the current Administration and Department of the Interior are more concerned that the fish have water than the people.

For shame. I am all for protecting the environment, but NEVER at the cost of human pain and suffering.

Well, the second topic I wanted to discuss was ACORN, but that may have to wait as I have other things to do. For now, I will just quote one of those speaking out on this...

"To preserve liberty, you have to restrict the Federal Government." I'm afraid that is becoming more and more true.

(1) http://www.calsport.org/12-15-08e.htm

Remembering...

2009-09-11T09:56:00.000-07:00

When I was traveling last week to the East Coast to visit some friends, I noticed many soldiers traveling as well. I do not know if they were leaving to defend our country or finally coming home. But as I saw soldier after soldier, some in uniform, one or two on crutches with their military bags, each one dedicated to a great cause, I was vividly reminded of their sacrifice. And as I remember this day eight years ago, my thoughts are directed toward our brave soldiers; men and women, young and old, who place their lives on the line every day. They leave home, family and their life behind them as they valiantly defend you and me.

As I traveled, however, I was also somewhat saddened. My dad kindly booked me a first class seat for my trip, which I greatly appreciated. But as I looked from those around me seated in first class to those men in uniform walking back to coach, I was saddened. They were the ones who should have been first on that plane. Sitting in first class. Being honored for what they have done. I wish I could have given up my seat for them... and I wonder if America, or myself, fully grasps what they have done for us.

When one of them perishes in the line of duty... when we hear of another attack in Iraq or Afghanistan... do we think about the life that was cut down? I am ashamed to say I seldom think of the life that was lost; of the mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, children, grandparents and friends who are grieving; of the great sacrifice that was made. I know I cannot begin to relate to the sorrow of those families or the sacrifice of those men... but I hope that I--and all of us--can at least remember, be thankful for and honor those who gave their all.

Seeing what God sees...

2009-09-10T19:54:00.000-07:00

I have recently been reading a series of books called Zion Chronicles, by Bodie and Brock Thoene. I wish I could say they are enjoyable, but I’m afraid they are not. They focus on Hitler’s rise to power before World War II; not a pleasant subject to dwell on, but one that is still necessary. Reading of so much suffering has made me ache inside. And mourn. And think. Why? Because I feel so deeply that the things that happened should never have happened. Should never happen again. Yet they did. And they do.

You may know the history. In 1933, Hitler began his attempt at domination of Germany, Europe and the world. For over ten years, the world watched as he invaded, destroyed and eliminated nations and lives. And the world was complicit in his schemes! It is beyond comprehension that in the entire world, room could not be found for a few thousand or even a few hundred Jewish refugees. England, the United States, the entire world sent back ships filled with precious lives—tiny babies, beautiful little girls, rambunctious boys, young men and women just beginning life, mothers hoping to protect their little ones, fathers trying to save their children…

And we rejected them. Left them to die in the middle of an ocean, sent back to die at the hands of Hitler and the Nazis; refusing to be the shining city on a hill we were conceived to be!

And as I read and thought and mourned, I couldn’t help but wonder. . . are we still complicit in the schemes of the devil as he seeks to steal, kill and destroy the innocent creations of the Father?

There have been millions who died and continue to die through abortion. It’s a number you all know. But when you hear the number, do you think of the life? Beautiful, tiny, innocent babies, created by God to be loved, nurtured and cherished… do you see them? A baby boy with big brown eyes. A little girl with beautiful golden hair. DO YOU SEE THEM? He would have been a strong, caring person. She would have loved to help others. They should be wanted! By all of us. We should have a burning desire to love and care for them, to hold them when they cry and see them become all God intended them to be.

What about the 12 million illegal immigrants who dwell in our land? Again, we’ve heard the numbers, debated the solution. But these are not numbers! They are people. They have histories. Families. Lives. They were created to be loved. Mothers hoping for food and shelter and freedom for their children. Fathers trying to make enough money to support their families. So many, just trying to survive.

When you hear of genocide. . . do you see the mothers and fathers grieving, wailing, crying for their lost children? The little ones wandering alone, wondering where everyone and everything they have ever known has gone? Do you see the broken hearts and broken lives?

I’m not saying I know the solution to these issues that so many have dealt with. But I wonder. . . when we hear ‘abortion,’ ‘immigration,’ or ‘genocide,’ do we see only another ‘issue?’ One more ‘problem?’ Do we fail to realize that behind each problem is a story and a life? Or do we see these innocent people as human beings, created in the image of God?

I wonder. . .

If we really saw them the way God sees them, what would we do differently? Would we talk so casually about deporting immigrants? Argue over money sent to Darfur? Lament the millions of babies dead while never thinking of doing something about it? So often we throw around these terms, never thinking of the life that has been lived. The people who are real. The hurt they suffer. And never thinking of how God mourns when people suffer because we fail to care.

When I think of these things, it is not pleasant… but I don’t want this feeling to leave. I want to be so burdened that I do something worth doing! That I move others to do the same! I am praying that God will continually give me a burning passion and desire to do something to see people rescued, protected and cared for the way God tells us to! The way HE cares for and loves them! With an eternal, everlasting, never-ending, overpowering, unbelievable love! That’s the kind of love I want. And the kind of love I want to act on.

I know it will not change everything. And I know the policies and procedures still have to be dealt with. But I can’t help but think that if we tried to see people through God’s eyes, instead of problems through man’s eyes, this world might be a very different place. A place of love. And God would be in the midst of it.

Turning Hearts (Malachi 4:6)

2009-09-04T06:37:00.000-07:00

One of the many commitments that have kept me busy this summer has been The National Bible Bee. Started by the Shelby Kennedy Foundation, the Bible Bee is designed to instill the Word of God in the hearts and minds of children across the country. In it's very first year, over 17,000 students enrolled!

The amount of Scripture these students are learning is phenomenal. Young people hiding thousands of Scripture verses in their hearts. Knowing that "the Word of God will not return void," I am excited to see how God will use such a program to bring revival to our hearts and renewal to our land.

As I cannot be a competitor in this wonderful program, I am working as the Logistics Coordinator for the contest in Wichita. Needless to say, there are many details to take care of for a competition like this. I have been busy gathering supplies, making lists, helping train volunteers, compiling lists, holding meetings, writing lists, planning snacks and food, assigning rooms... and did I mention lists? :) It has been a lot of work, but also a lot of fun. I enjoy organization immensely, so this has been an enjoyable, though challenging, project for me. Thankfully, our "Local Planning Committee" consists of several well qualified ladies who have taken their respective responsibilities and run with them quite well. We (my mom and I) are very thankful to have them on our team.

The Local Contests take place all across the country next Saturday, September 12th. Please pray for these competitions. 1) That God will use them mightily to work in our nation. 2) That all the little details will fall into place without overwhelming those of us who are responsible for them. 3) That any plans of the enemy will prove fruitless as we do what he fears most... declaring the Word of the Lord!

Pajama School!

2009-09-02T08:13:00.000-07:00

"There we stood. Each of us three girls on one of the bottom stairs, dressed in our specially chosen outfits and posing for Mom as she positioned herself at the bottom of the stairs to take our picture. Today was a memorable day – the first day of school. It had always been our tradition to take a picture on the first day of school, but this year it was different. This year, we would be attending a different school. Homeschool."

Thus begins a new book--Pajama School--written by a friend of mine, Natalie Wickham. Natalie has just started a new contest to promote her new book and provide YOU with a way to win a free family pass to the 2010 San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival! There are also other prizes to win, so be sure to check out Natalie's blog at http://www.pajamaschool.com/blog!

Never buy HP!

2009-09-01T13:47:00.000-07:00

We have had about the worst experience with HP that we've ever had with any company. Normally I don't get too upset about these things, but this has been ridiculous.

Here's what happened: my mom's computer randomly turned off and refused to turn back on a few weeks ago. This is the third time this has happened to the same computer. So we sent it in to HP on August 17th and were told we would have it within 3 days, per our warranty. Now, if I can add correctly (which I can), that means we should have had it back by August 20th. But apparently HP cannot add, as it is now September 1st and our computer is nowhere to be seen.

They tried to ship it to us on August 24th (note: four days AFTER we should have had it back). Unfortunately, someone on the continent can't spell and they sent it to a non-existant address. So FedEx got the computer within miles of us, couldn't find the house and sent it back to California.

We had been tracking the package and when it didn't arrive on time, my dad got involved. (He's the person who can make things happen in our family). So on August 28th, he took off an afternoon from work and spent the entire time talking to HP. After being transferred around the world, he finally talked to the management, who promised to overnight the computer and get it to us ASAP.

Allowing for the weekend, that means we should have had our computer yesterday or today at the latest. Well, it didn't come yesterday, so we called FedEx and were told the package would come today. It did, around 12:30pm.

But guess what? (You might want to sit down).

They sent us an empty box.

That's right--no computer, just a box with a return label in it. NOT what we needed or expected.
So since my dad is now in China and it is early morning (around 2:45 am) his time, I got to call HP. I spent about an hour and forty-five minutes trying to track down case manager "Steve." I started out in Mexico, who promptly connected me to Nova Scotia. After talking to them for awhile, we got disconnected and I got to start all over again. This time I ended up in India, got nowhere fast, hung up and called back again. I once again ended up in Mexico, who once again transferred me to Nova Scotia, who finally located the case manager in Ontario. He's now working with California to get our computer to Colorado by tomorrow.

All that to say--the quality of the product and of the service at HP has been pretty dismal. (And this isn't the first time we've had problems--just the worst). So if you're ever considering buying a computer or other technological products, let me encourage you to not try HP.

On another note, I did receive some interesting lessons on various cultures. Mexico can't help you with anything, but is more than happy to transfer you wherever you would like to go. India can't help, won't let you talk to anyone else, and will only promise that someone will call you back within three business days. (Both my mom and I had this experience). And Nova Scotia and Ontario tend to be pretty helpful and actually get stuff done, but they can't figure out what on earth those people in California were thinking. (Neither can I, come to think of it).

Well, that's my story... and unfortunately, it's not over yet. I have to go call case manager 'Steve' again and make sure the computer is on it's way to the right state and address. Then I think I'm going to get a bowl of ice cream and go watch a movie. My mind needs to rest after traveling around the world in an hour and forty-five minutes.

On Life...

2009-09-01T07:47:00.001-07:00

Well, since I first started this blog, I have thought often of writing in it. The problem is that I have a very organized mind, so I felt I had to write things in the order they happened.. Since that obviously has not happened and probably never will, I want to write a quick update on my life (for those I don't keep in touch with often). Then I will let people know this blog actually exists and can hopefully blog more routinely. :)

So... I finished all the requirements for my Bachelor degree in Social Sciences this summer. Yes, that is a four-year degree completed in 10 months, 7 days! I'm now waiting to graduate from Thomas Edison State College, a regionally accredited school in New Jersey, sometime in December.

After finishing my degree, I ended up spending a month traversing the country; in Virginia for a camp called iGovern East, back to KS for a couple days, up to Nebraska to see grandparents, drove out to Colorado for iGovern West, stayed in CO for a week after camp with my family who is out there for awhile, back to KS to plan a Bible Bee and now planning to head to Pennsylvania this weekend! It's been busy, but fun.

In the midst of all that, I started a job with CollegePlus!, the organization that helped me plan and achieve my goal of getting a degree "Faster, For Less and For Sure." I'm currently coaching 18 students to do the same thing I did and enjoying it so far.

I am also hard at work organzing a Bible Bee in Wichita. We have around 40 contestants and are down to the last couple weeks before the competition, so there is a lot to do.

On a more personal note, I just spent a wonderful couple of days with my best friend and am off to Pennsylvania this weekend to spend some time with another great friend. For those of you who know I was hoping to go to China--well, I didn't. My dad left this past Saturday, but because his schedule was so full, I was not able to go with him. So I'm going to PA instead and hopefully can tag along the next time he heads somewhere. (He did mention Europe...) ;)

Well, hopefully that brings you up-to-date on my life thus far. I will hopefully elaborate on all the exciting things I'm a part of later on. I just wanted to let you all know I'm alive and well and that I DO plan to keep up my blog--somehow.

God bless!

Pictures!

2009-06-25T22:47:00.000-07:00

Just some random pictures from our trip so far. . .

Matthew under 'Delicate Arch!'

Me sitting on 'Delicate Arch;' on the left hand side. (Gives you an idea of how big it is!)

A desert sunset

Alyssa in a tunnel at Whit's End

Garden of the Gods

Tiffany at a bridge in the Garden of the Gods.

Alyssa and me.

Everyone else!

More beauty at Garden of the Gods.

An elk at Rocky Mountain National Park.

Utah Desert

2009-06-25T22:25:00.000-07:00

(Written Today)

Well, I finally have the internet and the time to update this blog! And I learned how to upload pictures, so I added a few of them to each of my posts. (Though the date stamp should be ignored on most of them. It got mixed up a few times).

We have been in a house in Ivins, Utah since Monday, in a little desert community called ‘Kayenta.’ I wasn’t sure about the desert when we first got here, but it has grown on me a lot. I don’t think I would like to live in the desert, but it is still a beautiful part of God’s creation.

I’ve been taking advantage of being in a house that has electricity and internet by studying! Lots of fun… or not. I’m studying Intro to the Modern Middle East and I’m pretty sick of it. But if I can survive a couple more weeks, I will be completely DONE with my degree! Of course, then I’m contemplating a Master’s. I think I’m officially crazy. But once I finish this degree, I will at least take a few months before plunging into anymore school!

Arches Part II

2009-06-25T21:56:00.000-07:00

(Written Sunday, June 21, 2009)

Ok, so I didn’t finish my tale immediately. Hopefully I can remember everything I wanted to say.

We ended up working everything out the night it rained in our tent. We wiped up the floor as best we could, flipped over our air mattresses and found out the sleeping bags weren’t as wet as we feared. So thankfully, we didn’t have to sleep in our car or on wet mattresses!

I wanted to write a little more about the family we met at had our campsite. There were two families—Amy, Alyssa’s friend with special needs, with her parents and Amy’s sister and her husband with four little boys. I mostly wanted to write about the boys—they were SO CUTE! They were ten, then seven or eight, five, and about two. The five-year old was named Kyle and was absolutely adorable. Mommy and I went for a walk with a couple of the little ones and their mom and Kyle just talked and talked and talked. He was hilarious! He started out by saying “We have sooo much food! It’s kinda yike heaven! ‘Cause in heaven, there will be as much food as you can eat. And if you DO eat it all, God will just say “DON’T PANIC!” (And he held his hands out in front of him). He then told me about a dog who ate all the food in heaven… and then he “esploded and he was all ovah heaven!” I took a ton of pictures because they were just so cute! Here are a few.

Anyway… they left on Thursday and we had to find our own amusement after that. It wasn’t too hard, actually, because Thursday afternoon Alyssa had a phone call from Social Security. Why the government insists on talking to her when she has no idea what they’re talking about, I have no idea. When they called, we put the phone on loudspeaker so we could hear. The conversation went something like this.

S.S.: Hello Alyssa, I’m just going to ask you a few questions about your case, going all the way back to June of last year? Do you think you can remember that far? [The answer… no way! But that doesn’t stop them].

Alyssa: Yeah.

S.S.: Ok. Can you tell me your birthdate?

Alyssa: Alyssa Barden.

S.S.: No, I need to know your birthdate.

Alyssa: Alyssa Barden [obviously she thought they wanted her name].

S.S.: Do you know when you were born?

Mom [whispering]: Tell them your birthday.

Alyssa: July 5th.

S.S.: Do you know what year?

Alyssa: 19

S.S.: No, what year were you born?

Alyssa: 19

S.S.: 19-what?

Alyssa: August 24th

S.S.: I thought you said your birthday was July 5th.

So… you can kind of see how THAT conversation went. It was interesting.

Anyway, we ended up spending most of the afternoon in town (where we had cell phone coverage) talking to Social Security, getting groceries and checking email outside a Laundromat with free wireless.

On Friday we finally got around to hiking and exploring the park! Mommy and Matthew went on a nine-mile hike while I sat at camp and read about the Modern Middle East. When they got back, they were completely worn out. I made lunch and we tried to stay cool in the hot, hot sun by sitting in the shade and reading a book called Under the Overpass (which I highly recommend, by the way).

When it finally cooled off a little, we went to find another place to hike. We had to drive, so we piled in the car and headed off. We stopped at a trail to ‘Delicate Arch.’ (The picture at the beginning of the last post). Matthew and I hiked a mile and a half up pretty steep terrain to see the beautiful arch. At one point walking down, I thought, “I’d better be careful. It would be awful to sprain or break something and have to hobble all the way down.” Well, I did fine both up and down the mountain. However, about 20 yards from our car, Matthew yelled “look at that!” I turned around to look and twisted my ankle. At least I didn’t have to walk down a mountain with it hurting! It wasn’t too bad, so I forgot I had hurt it when I jumped into bed that night and landed on it!

Yesterday (Saturday), we mostly sat around camp again and relaxed, which was so nice! In the late afternoon, we walked down a trail to Broken Arch. It was a little over a mile, but it was mostly flat, which was great for my twisted ankle and Alyssa and Tiffany’s small energy reserves. We enjoyed the walk and Alyssa was so proud that she “climbed a mountain!” After awhile, though, it started to get dark and we weren’t quite finished. Alyssa and I were going pretty slow and Mommy started to worry that we wouldn’t make it back before dark. She and Tiffany headed off at a much faster pace to get the car and a flashlight, just in case we didn’t make it off the trail before dark. Alyssa was tired and went quite a bit slower than Matthew and I, so I had her put her hand on my shoulder to help her keep up. That turned out to be not such a great idea—she fell into me and I twisted my ankle again! So we hobbled to the main road and then sent Matthew to bring back Mommy and the car.

Last night we went to a show they had at the amphitheatre, but we got rained out and headed back to our tent. This morning (Sunday) we decided to head out… close to a week in the heat and sand, without showers was a little tiring. We packed up and got to Cedar City, Utah around 5:00pm. We found a nice hotel (that takes dogs!) and I have enjoyed having a shower, internet and a bed! Tomorrow (Monday) we head a little farther south and west to Ivins, Utah, where we will rent a house for a week and I will hopefully finish studying for my last two tests!

Arches National Park

2009-06-25T21:14:00.000-07:00

(Written Wednesday, June 17, 2009)

Well, I just spent who-knows-how-long typing away at this journal, only to have my computer restart for ‘updates’ and lose everything I just typed. But because I am listening to Facing the Giants where it says “If we win, we praise Him; if we lose, we praise Him,” I am not going to get upset. I’ll just start over and trust that it will be better than before! Of course, it's a little thing that I shouldn't get upset over anyway... I'm just glad for the reminder at the right time.

The reason we are sitting in the car watching Facing the Giants is because it has been raining where we are at, so we took refuge here.

We left Colorado Springs yesterday morning, after an unpleasant experience with our car. We awoke to find that Patton (who we had left in the car due to rain and cold) had thrown up and/or gone to the bathroom all over our car! It smelled awful and I came very near to throwing up myself, though I generally have a pretty strong stomach. We cleaned it up and bought some car fresheners from the campground, then went to Wal-Mart and purchased Febreze. Even with all that, it was quite some time before we could drive without holding our noses or having to stick them out the window.

Before we left, we also stopped at the vet to have Patton looked at. He didn’t look so good and hadn’t been eating much, not to mention all that he did in our car. He got some medicine and thankfully has been fine ever since.

We drove for several hours, past mountains, wide open spaces and the Glenwood Canyons. It was a beautiful, but strange at the same time. It seemed so empty and desolate in spite of the beauty. I got to drive for awhile and I did enjoy taking in the scenery, thinking and praying.

We got to Arches National Park last night around 6:00 pm, only to find out that there were no available campgrounds. We were told there would be some available in the morning, but we would have to be there around 6:00 am! In the meantime, we got a list of area campgrounds and headed off to find a place for the night, hoping for one close by. No such luck. We checked several campgrounds before we finally found the last spot at a campground along the Colorado River. We set up our small tent (not wanting to take everything out, only to pack it up the next morning). It was a beautiful location, but again, it felt empty and desolate and overall kind of scared me. I realized after awhile that I felt claustrophobic from all the cliffs and canyons so close.

Well, because we had to fit five people into a four-person tent, I ended up next to the wall, unable to stretch out all the way. So I slept curled up into a ball. Of course, ‘slept’ might be too strong of a word. I dozed until a strong wind that felt like it would blow the tent over woke me up. I got cold from the wind, found some covers and then started getting wet from some rainwater leaking in! Thankfully, I kept warm and dry in the sleeping bag.

This morning we woke up around 5:30 and headed back to Arches National Park, hoping to find a campsite. We have access to sites for disabilities because we have an Access Pass for Alyssa. Nonetheless, we got here early and were still behind several people. We waited an hour and a half until they opened and we finally got our site!

When we drove up to the site, we met the people who were here last night… a home school family with a special needs daughter named Amy. Alyssa has been best friends with her since they met. It has been so sweet to see.

I need to stop for right now to head to bed… only now we have another problem to figure out. We accidently left a couple windows open in our tent while it rained and poured. So our sleeping bags and air mattresses and everything is all wet. We were looking forward to finally staying warm, being comfortable and getting a good night’s sleep. Now it looks like we may be sleeping in our car. I want to go see if I can figure out a solution. So… I will finish my tale tomorrow!

Off to Colorado Springs!

2009-06-21T20:18:00.000-07:00

(Written Monday, June 15, 2009)

Well, we’ve been on the road (as in out of Kansas) for almost a week now. After Estes Park, we moved to Rocky Mountain National Forest and pitched our tent. However, we went into Fort Collins on Thursday so I could take my test on Vietnam (which, by the way, I passed with my highest score yet!). While I was taking the exam, my mom and the kids went to see my great-aunt Sandy… and then she came with them to pick me up. We ran a few errands and then went back to her house and relaxed. We watched several movies and I read a book she had called Epicenter by Joel Rosenberg. He has written quite a bit of fiction about the Middle East and many things he wrote about ended up coming true. He then wrote Epicenter to explain how he was able to predict the events he did—through the Bible—and to explain several more prophecies that will be occurring over the next several years. It is a very interesting book that I recommend to anyone who wants to better understand the Middle East, Biblical prophecy and the end times. Aunt Sandy gave me another book of his called The Last Days, one of his fiction works, which is also a very good book.

Anyway… we ended up spending the night with Aunt Sandy. Then Friday we finally spent a night in our tent at the National Forest. We soon found out we were not prepared to spend a night in a tent in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. We’re from Kansas, where summer means hot. NEVER cold. But we didn’t really think of that, so we spent a pretty chilly first night in our tent. We ended up shoving two people in a sleeping bag and covering up with another one. Not the most comfortable way to sleep, but we survived.

We packed up Saturday morning and headed to Colorado Springs. We weren’t originally planning to go there, but some friends, the Smyths, live there and we wanted to get together with them. So we headed south! (And hoped it would get warmer). We didn’t actually have a place reserved to camp, so we weren’t entirely certain what we would find. Thankfully, we found a nice little campground with a pool, a fishing pond, hot breakfasts in the morning, laundry facilities and showers (the most important thing!). We have been here since Saturday afternoon. Yesterday (Sunday) we went to the Garden of the Gods (or God’s Garden, as my friends here in CO Springs refer to it). It is an absolutely amazing place, with huge, natural rock formations, mountains all around, trails winding up and down… it was a great place to spend the day. And there was a youth choir from Oregon who sang several worship songs while we were there, which was nice as we didn’t go to church. To see young people praising God with the beauty of His creation surrounding them was amazing.

Today we went to Focus on the Family and met the Smyths there. It was so nice to see them all We ate a picnic lunch outside together, then went in and looked around the Welcome Center, saw an introductory video and then went to Whit’s End! Yes indeed, we saw the underground tunnel, Whit’s ice cream parlor (and ate ice cream!), and more. We even walked “through the wardrobe,” which was a lot of fun! Then Julie and Brian and Kevin and I sat and talked while Mommy talked to Mrs. Smyth while Matthew and Tiffany played on a three story slide in Whit’s End. It’s so nice to talk to friends about important issues that we can all be passionate about together!

After we said goodbye to our friends, we looked around the bookstore. Alyssa bought the cutest umbrella with a Scripture verse on it that was really neat, though of course I don’t remember it now. We then went on a tour of Focus’ main building and then headed back to our campsite. We spent a little while packing up, since we are heading out again tomorrow, this time to Moab, Utah!

I forgot to add that while we are getting a little better at keeping warm at night, we have yet to find a good system that works for all of us. We’ve tried putting Alyssa and me in one sleeping bag, Tiffany and me in one sleeping bag, covering Matthew and Mommy and Alyssa with several sleeping bags and a few other interesting strategies (some of which include a dog). While we are managing to stay warm, we aren’t always the most comfortable and sometimes wake up contorted into strange positions and generally sore from the night’s sleep. Hopefully we will figure out a solution soon!

Start of a journey...

2009-06-15T19:42:00.001-07:00

Well, you may be wondering why I started this blog. I'm wondering that myself. Honestly, I just thought it would be good to have one set up in case I ever wanted to start blogging.

And now that I have one, of course I have a use for it.

I am spending a little over a month traveling the Western U.S. with my mom and three siblings. I want a way to remember everything that happens on this journey, so I started a journal and thought, why not share it? Of course, no one even knows I have a blog yet. But in my backward thinking, I figure that once I start posting, maybe I'll have a reason to let people know this blog exists.

So now that I have explained the start of my blogging journey, I will give you some details about the start of our cross-country journey as well.

(Written Tuesday, June 09, 2009)

After spending several weeks (months?) planning our month-long tour of western America, we finally took the first step and left Kansas! While I hoped to finish all the requirements for my Bachelor degree before we left, we finally gave up and just got on the road. However, I do plan to finish school before the month is over. I have three tests left; A History of the Vietnam War, Introduction to the Modern Middle East and Money and Banking. Because they are DANTES exams, they are offered at many locations across the nation, so I will be able to study a little (a very little—this is vacation after all!) and take them as I am ready. I plan to take A History of the Vietnam War in Fort Collins, Colorado on Thursday.
But to begin at the beginning…

We started our travel experience last Monday, camping at Marion County Lake for a week to get acclimated to tent life. We have a nice, large tent, but we soon found we needed several other things that are vital for camping. Such as--a camp stove. A flashlight. And most important, a better system of organization. We learned a lot over the last week and then on Sunday, we decided it was time to move on!

We left Marion County Lake this morning, packing up in a little more than an hour (not too bad!) and getting on the road. We headed north and west, to Estes Park, Colorado, which is where we are right now! We spent about 11 hours driving. Whether it should have taken that long or not, I really don’t know. We did stop an awful lot. In fact, I don’t think we were ever on the road more than two consecutive hours!

Some of the highlights of the trip:

Well, it’s western KS and eastern CO! Not always that much to see. Sometimes the clouds along I-70 are gorgeous and can keep your attention for hours. Not today. Today it was overcast and rainy, meaning a gray sky, flat fields and lots of interstate. There were a few beautiful moments--such as when we drove under a dark, dark sky that threatened severe storms at any minute. And when the sun finally peeked out for a little while, the contrast with the overcast sky made for bright, brilliant colors in the fields and trees.

My favorite part, though, was the wind farm. I always look forward to that part while driving I-70. The wind farm is miles upon miles of wind turbines, providing energy by using Kansas’ most abundant resource—WIND! From the time I saw the first wind turbine until we actually reached the first wind turbine was about ten miles—and that was on an overcast day! Normally you can see it twenty or more miles in advance. The Wind Farm lasts another fifteen or so miles and is a sight to see, especially when they’re running.

We also stopped in Colby, KS, which was a nice little town. Actually, the only thing we saw up close was the Visitor Center when we stopped to eat lunch at their picnic tables. Nevertheless, they had some wonderful pictures and all the information was very neat to see.
I got to drive through downtown Denver at rush hour, which was quite the experience! I always enjoy driving in large towns, though—it is good practice.

We finally reached Estes Park, Colorado at the YMCA of the Rockies about 8:00 this evening. This is where I attended GenJ camp a few summers ago and it is really a wonderful place to be! We unpacked and ate dinner in front of a gorgeous view of the mountains. I’m starting to really fall in love with the mountains, though I still think the Flint Hills are the most beautiful of God’s creation!

It is now 9:00 at night and we’re sitting in our cabin. Mommy and Tiffany are playing cards (and learning math at the same time!), Matthew is planning out our schedule for tomorrow, Alyssa is just sitting and I am here, typing away at my computer, not wanting to forget all the wonderful parts of our trip thus far.