For the first couple years of my life Christmas was all about my gifts! As the years progressed it became a lot more important to give great gifts to others. I love picking fun stuff for people and know that it is something they really want or that they really want.
Expectations changed dramatically when I got married a couple years ago. I remember the first Christmas I spent with Trevan's family. It felt so un-Christmas like to be at someone else's house opening gifts. I had grown use to my parents living room, my mom's food, my father starting a fire, and my brother and I hovering around the gifts.
This year we are spending Christmas with Trevan's family again, but things are a lot different now. I have gotten use to being around Trevan's family, to grandma's cooking, to her living room and hovering over a new tree!
I am sure expectations will again change once we have children and it is all about them! I guess things will always be changing, but one thing about Christmas never changes...I LOVE IT!
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Our House
Although we do not close on the house till January 2, I feel like it is mine already. I lay awake at night visualizing the set up, the colors, the furniture...It's all very exciting.
Even from the front you can tell that the house is really cozy and inviting.
I also love the fact that there is a nice back yard and a deck! We can finally get a grill and have veggie BBQ!
Luckily, Mrs. Osborn has agreed to help us with the painting and decorating since she is so much better at it than I am. I will post our progress periodically so you can see how things are going!
Even from the front you can tell that the house is really cozy and inviting.
I also love the fact that there is a nice back yard and a deck! We can finally get a grill and have veggie BBQ!
Luckily, Mrs. Osborn has agreed to help us with the painting and decorating since she is so much better at it than I am. I will post our progress periodically so you can see how things are going!
Friday, December 08, 2006
My Last Day
Today I went to work at ASAP for the last time. It should have been an emotional day, but it was just another day at the office! Trouble shootings, contacting donors, sending out letters, and making sure my stuff was all in order to Aliya (my replacement) would not go crazy trying to figure my files out.
When all is said and done I will miss them very much. Although Aliya has only been there for two months she has proven that she is very efficient at problem solving. She also likes making funny faces and telling me stories about her husband and her friends. JoAn is sweet and always comes to my office for snacks. I can remember times when I was leaving for the bank and asked her if she needed anything she would say "some fries please". She was not joking!
These two girls have been my partners in crime and my most reliable allies when things stop working in the office (which happens more often than anyone would want to admit). Yes, I will definitely miss them. Karen, Judy and Julia are very nice people too. They were all very kind to me while I was there.
I now move on into the unknown. No one, but God, knows where I will end up next, but I know it will be great!
When all is said and done I will miss them very much. Although Aliya has only been there for two months she has proven that she is very efficient at problem solving. She also likes making funny faces and telling me stories about her husband and her friends. JoAn is sweet and always comes to my office for snacks. I can remember times when I was leaving for the bank and asked her if she needed anything she would say "some fries please". She was not joking!
These two girls have been my partners in crime and my most reliable allies when things stop working in the office (which happens more often than anyone would want to admit). Yes, I will definitely miss them. Karen, Judy and Julia are very nice people too. They were all very kind to me while I was there.
I now move on into the unknown. No one, but God, knows where I will end up next, but I know it will be great!
Monday, November 27, 2006
We found It!
Our house-hunting adventure began on Monday. We woke up early and started the drive from Maryland to Richmond. Our realtor was meeting us at 11:00 that morning to see five houses. I was excited about the possibilities.
Trevan and I had were aware that the pressure would be on to find somewhere to live in just two day, but we would not let that impair our ability to choose wisely. Armed with that thought, we set out to see the houses. Hours later we had seen the five houses we were to see that day and our realtor was talking to us about a couple more possibilities for Tuesday.
Although one house had caught our attention, it was not the "it" I had been hoping for. You know that "it" feeling you get when you try on the perfect wedding gown, find the perfect man or the perfect pair of jeans. The "This is IT" feeling. Disappointed but not desperate, we went to our hotel room that night not expecting the next day to bring much.
The first house we visited on Tuesday definitely proved not to be much at all. This house really confirmed that maybe my "it" would have to wait till our second house or even our third one...Not very encouraging.
However, all discouraging thoughts disappeared as we pulled up to the second house. "I like the outside very much" I thought. When the door opened and I started roaming the house, a warm fuzzy feeling began to flow through me. "I can totally live here and be happy. I think...Oh wow, look at that back yard, and the den, and...My craft room! Yes this room is perfect for my craft room! I heard myself say "THIS IS IT!".
Trevan was taking pictures of the rooms when I snuggled up to him and gently whispered "I am home". His smiling eyes looked into mine as if to say "So am I".
Trevan and I had were aware that the pressure would be on to find somewhere to live in just two day, but we would not let that impair our ability to choose wisely. Armed with that thought, we set out to see the houses. Hours later we had seen the five houses we were to see that day and our realtor was talking to us about a couple more possibilities for Tuesday.
Although one house had caught our attention, it was not the "it" I had been hoping for. You know that "it" feeling you get when you try on the perfect wedding gown, find the perfect man or the perfect pair of jeans. The "This is IT" feeling. Disappointed but not desperate, we went to our hotel room that night not expecting the next day to bring much.
The first house we visited on Tuesday definitely proved not to be much at all. This house really confirmed that maybe my "it" would have to wait till our second house or even our third one...Not very encouraging.
However, all discouraging thoughts disappeared as we pulled up to the second house. "I like the outside very much" I thought. When the door opened and I started roaming the house, a warm fuzzy feeling began to flow through me. "I can totally live here and be happy. I think...Oh wow, look at that back yard, and the den, and...My craft room! Yes this room is perfect for my craft room! I heard myself say "THIS IS IT!".
Trevan was taking pictures of the rooms when I snuggled up to him and gently whispered "I am home". His smiling eyes looked into mine as if to say "So am I".
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Moving On!
On Monday night the Potomac Conference finally called Trevan to let him know where we are headed to next...Richmond, VA here we come!
Since that night my emotions have been a total roller coaster. Hysterical giggles started erupting from within me as soon as I heard the news. "So much for going to Maryland and living in Takoma Park" I thought. After an hour or so, my mood began to brighten. Richmond sounds like a happening place - online anyways - and it provides me with a fresh start. The point is not where we go, the point is to get out of Berrien Springs. Although I have met wonderful people while here, it is no secret that this has not been the best situation of our lives. Yes, my mood was definitely better.
The next day I went online to see what jobs were open in the area. Once again my mood took a plunge. Nothing half way interesting! Just the same old jobs that are open everywhere else. In order to get the job I want I need experience, but I cannot get experience because no one will hire me in the first place because of my lack of experience. The job cycle that has plagued my life seems bound to continue in spite of my new start.
That afternoon I started looking for houses and my mood once again soared. We might be able to buy a house! Richmond is definitely not Maryland when it comes to the housing boom, and we actually have a decent shot at buying a house. I started dreaming of my house and my "craft room". Oh yeah, Richmond is great once again!
The next day we talk to Scott, our financial adviser, and my spirits plummeted again. He is a great financial adviser, which means, he will bring you back to earth when you get too happy! Although he encouraged us to get a house, it is definately not my dream house with a craft room. I realized that I was trying to skip forward forty years into the future when we might actually have money to buy a house that will allow for a "craft room".
Today we leave for Maryland on a long, much needed vacation. We will spend the weekend with Trevan's grandparents, then go to Richmond the first part of next week to survey the scene, and later that week go to my parents in Jersey for Thanksgiving. I am not quite sure what my mood is today, but I am sure the roller coaster ride is far from over!
Since that night my emotions have been a total roller coaster. Hysterical giggles started erupting from within me as soon as I heard the news. "So much for going to Maryland and living in Takoma Park" I thought. After an hour or so, my mood began to brighten. Richmond sounds like a happening place - online anyways - and it provides me with a fresh start. The point is not where we go, the point is to get out of Berrien Springs. Although I have met wonderful people while here, it is no secret that this has not been the best situation of our lives. Yes, my mood was definitely better.
The next day I went online to see what jobs were open in the area. Once again my mood took a plunge. Nothing half way interesting! Just the same old jobs that are open everywhere else. In order to get the job I want I need experience, but I cannot get experience because no one will hire me in the first place because of my lack of experience. The job cycle that has plagued my life seems bound to continue in spite of my new start.
That afternoon I started looking for houses and my mood once again soared. We might be able to buy a house! Richmond is definitely not Maryland when it comes to the housing boom, and we actually have a decent shot at buying a house. I started dreaming of my house and my "craft room". Oh yeah, Richmond is great once again!
The next day we talk to Scott, our financial adviser, and my spirits plummeted again. He is a great financial adviser, which means, he will bring you back to earth when you get too happy! Although he encouraged us to get a house, it is definately not my dream house with a craft room. I realized that I was trying to skip forward forty years into the future when we might actually have money to buy a house that will allow for a "craft room".
Today we leave for Maryland on a long, much needed vacation. We will spend the weekend with Trevan's grandparents, then go to Richmond the first part of next week to survey the scene, and later that week go to my parents in Jersey for Thanksgiving. I am not quite sure what my mood is today, but I am sure the roller coaster ride is far from over!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
On Adventism
Trevan's post from this morning gave both a massive headache, and a giggling fit. He explores a blog posted on the mailing of a bunch of flyers in SF prior to the evangelistic series he helped out in last month. I certainly recommend you read it and join me in weeping...
This is what people think of us! Thanks to Rod Parsley and other TV evangelists, we are all being packaged as one big bunch of crazy fundies with a big red bow on top (George W.). To make matters worse, Adventist insist on using scare tactics to get people to come out and hear the "truth". Trevan is right, the people that are defining Adventism are making us look scary and I want out.
I am tired of sitting through sermons that talk about the "remnant" and the "truth" when in reality we are just plain scary. People were attracted to Jesus because His brand of religion made their lives better. What are we doing to make people's lives better? How are those ridiculous flyers helping anyone? Yes, you could argue that if people actually came to the meetings they would learn how to live better lives, but would they really? Is figuring out what the mark of the beast is and understanding the 2300 days improving your quality of life? Has it helped you solve relationship problems? Paid any of your bills and got you back on track financially? If it has, then let me know how that worked out for you...
Personally I give up on the conservative, modernist right!
This is what people think of us! Thanks to Rod Parsley and other TV evangelists, we are all being packaged as one big bunch of crazy fundies with a big red bow on top (George W.). To make matters worse, Adventist insist on using scare tactics to get people to come out and hear the "truth". Trevan is right, the people that are defining Adventism are making us look scary and I want out.
I am tired of sitting through sermons that talk about the "remnant" and the "truth" when in reality we are just plain scary. People were attracted to Jesus because His brand of religion made their lives better. What are we doing to make people's lives better? How are those ridiculous flyers helping anyone? Yes, you could argue that if people actually came to the meetings they would learn how to live better lives, but would they really? Is figuring out what the mark of the beast is and understanding the 2300 days improving your quality of life? Has it helped you solve relationship problems? Paid any of your bills and got you back on track financially? If it has, then let me know how that worked out for you...
Personally I give up on the conservative, modernist right!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Conversation with Isaiah Duong
Today I had the unique privilege of driving pastor Isaiah Duong (goes by Isah Young sometimes) to the airport. I say privilege because it is very seldom that anyone is able to talk to him for twenty minutes as I was able to. He is a very busy man...
He is the speaker for the Peace and Happiness radio broadcast of the SDA church into communist Vietnam. In addition to this he is the leader of the underground house-church movement in Vietnam, and the pastor of three Vietnamese churches in California. He is also a father of three! As I said, the man is busy.
As many of you know, Vietnam is a communist country. As such, Christians are under constant fear for their lives. At ASAP we have received countless stories about house-church members being interrogated and beaten for their faith. I wanted to talk to pastor Duong about this problem.
Questions I asked Pastor Duong
Q. Is the work growing in Vietnam?
A. Although there is a lot of persecution of SDAs, the gospel is really touching lives and the work is so much more than we can handle. We always need more literature, more bibles, more pastors...More. In the official record of the SDA church there are not many Adventist in Vietnam. This is because the Vietnamese Mission leaders are communists appointed by the government. Most of our new members are not registered as official Adventist because the Mission leaders would report them to the government. Despite all this, there are over 300,000 Sabbath keepers in Vietnam and we have to try to nurture them and teach them as best as we can.
Q. Why does the Adventist world church continue to give the Vietnamese mission money if they are communists?
A. To keep the lines of communication open. If we do not give them money then they will stop recognizing Adventists officially and close down all Adventist operations resulting in more ferocious persecution.
Q. Do you think communism will ever die in Vietnam?
A. It all depends on China. If China's communist government goes down, Vietnam's will follow.
Q. Can you visit Vietnam to check on the progress of the work? (he aswered this one with a big smile)
A. In the police academies in Vietnam they tell all the students to watch out for five Americans: George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, the head of the CIA, and Isaiah Duong. They tell them that these five people can really destroy their country! Airport officials have my picture so they can apprehend me if I ever try to enter the country. I am on the most wanted list.
Q. Have any of the pastors you work with in Vietnam been killed by the government?
A. Yes. We know of a few of them, but lately we believe that there have been a lot more that we do not know about because certain areas of the country are blocked off and our people are not allowed to pass. It is hard to hear the stories of their tortures and apprehensions.
My conversation ended very abruptly as we were trying to figure out the right way into the little South Bend Airport, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Living in the United States it is hard to imagine that people have to hide to be able to worship God, but it happens everyday in Vietnam and many other countries. ASAP supports 250 Vietnamese pastors, but as pastor Isaiah said, they need more...
I have often wondered if the reason why Adventism and other religions are dying in the Western world is because we do not have persecution and therefore life seems too manageable to need God...
He is the speaker for the Peace and Happiness radio broadcast of the SDA church into communist Vietnam. In addition to this he is the leader of the underground house-church movement in Vietnam, and the pastor of three Vietnamese churches in California. He is also a father of three! As I said, the man is busy.
As many of you know, Vietnam is a communist country. As such, Christians are under constant fear for their lives. At ASAP we have received countless stories about house-church members being interrogated and beaten for their faith. I wanted to talk to pastor Duong about this problem.
Questions I asked Pastor Duong
Q. Is the work growing in Vietnam?
A. Although there is a lot of persecution of SDAs, the gospel is really touching lives and the work is so much more than we can handle. We always need more literature, more bibles, more pastors...More. In the official record of the SDA church there are not many Adventist in Vietnam. This is because the Vietnamese Mission leaders are communists appointed by the government. Most of our new members are not registered as official Adventist because the Mission leaders would report them to the government. Despite all this, there are over 300,000 Sabbath keepers in Vietnam and we have to try to nurture them and teach them as best as we can.
Q. Why does the Adventist world church continue to give the Vietnamese mission money if they are communists?
A. To keep the lines of communication open. If we do not give them money then they will stop recognizing Adventists officially and close down all Adventist operations resulting in more ferocious persecution.
Q. Do you think communism will ever die in Vietnam?
A. It all depends on China. If China's communist government goes down, Vietnam's will follow.
Q. Can you visit Vietnam to check on the progress of the work? (he aswered this one with a big smile)
A. In the police academies in Vietnam they tell all the students to watch out for five Americans: George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, the head of the CIA, and Isaiah Duong. They tell them that these five people can really destroy their country! Airport officials have my picture so they can apprehend me if I ever try to enter the country. I am on the most wanted list.
Q. Have any of the pastors you work with in Vietnam been killed by the government?
A. Yes. We know of a few of them, but lately we believe that there have been a lot more that we do not know about because certain areas of the country are blocked off and our people are not allowed to pass. It is hard to hear the stories of their tortures and apprehensions.
My conversation ended very abruptly as we were trying to figure out the right way into the little South Bend Airport, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Living in the United States it is hard to imagine that people have to hide to be able to worship God, but it happens everyday in Vietnam and many other countries. ASAP supports 250 Vietnamese pastors, but as pastor Isaiah said, they need more...
I have often wondered if the reason why Adventism and other religions are dying in the Western world is because we do not have persecution and therefore life seems too manageable to need God...
Monday, October 30, 2006
My Mole is Gone!
For as long as I can remember there has been a mole on my left arm. I have resented it, especially when I wear sleeve-less shirts. Today, however, there are stitches where that mole once was. Six stitches to be exact.
Three weeks ago my mole got swollen and changed color. A purple ring of blood formed around it, and I...
Sterilized a needle and poked a whole in it to let the blood out! Not very smart, but effective. A couple days later the mole was almost back to normal. My mother found out about my "emergency bleeding" and advised me to get a doctor to look at it even if I did not think there was anything wrong with it anymore.
Twenty minutes after I walked into the clinic today, my mole was gone. Although the doctor does not suspect anything grave, he sent it for a biopsy anyways. In ten days I go back to get the stitches removed and to find out what that mole really was.
Three weeks ago my mole got swollen and changed color. A purple ring of blood formed around it, and I...
Sterilized a needle and poked a whole in it to let the blood out! Not very smart, but effective. A couple days later the mole was almost back to normal. My mother found out about my "emergency bleeding" and advised me to get a doctor to look at it even if I did not think there was anything wrong with it anymore.
Twenty minutes after I walked into the clinic today, my mole was gone. Although the doctor does not suspect anything grave, he sent it for a biopsy anyways. In ten days I go back to get the stitches removed and to find out what that mole really was.
Monday, October 23, 2006
On Turning 25
There is something significant about turning twenty five. Although I have been married for over two years and I have a master's degree, adults have not really considered me as one of them until now. When you turn a quarter of a century things change. For many this is a sad reminder that thirty is right around the corner... Then you are really old! :)
Unfortunately, turning twenty five has not done anything to me. I do not feel more responsible, or more careful, or more mature than I did at twenty four. Is it because changes in maturity level are way more suttle than that? Or maybe we just put too much stake in one day.
Trevan, Fab and Heather, planned a surprise birthday party for me. It was a lot of fun, but other than the extra gifts I know have, no eternal wisdom was given to me on this day... Or maybe I just have not unwrapped that gift yet.
Unfortunately, turning twenty five has not done anything to me. I do not feel more responsible, or more careful, or more mature than I did at twenty four. Is it because changes in maturity level are way more suttle than that? Or maybe we just put too much stake in one day.
Trevan, Fab and Heather, planned a surprise birthday party for me. It was a lot of fun, but other than the extra gifts I know have, no eternal wisdom was given to me on this day... Or maybe I just have not unwrapped that gift yet.
Day 32 of 32
Today is the big day! I wake up at 4:00 in the morning to get to the airport by 5:30 when Trevan's plain is suppose to arrive. I want to look my best, and not like I usually look at 5:30 in the morning...Did I mention I am not a morning person?
I get to the airport and patiently wait for Trevan to arrive. There is this weird guy that keeps on looking at me...Maybe he is not weird, maybe he is just not a morning person either!
Finally I see Trevan round the corner and my heart skips a beat...It is finally over, he is back with me again! We hug and kiss and then proceed to wait for this luggage.
An hour later we are back at home in bed for a couple hours before getting out to Kathy's wedding. By the time we wake up to go to the wedding we are both exhausted, but happy to be with each other, and to see some of Trevan's friends.
The wedding is lovely. It started at 11:30 in the morning, and by 5:00 p.m. when we left the reception, the party was just getting started!
We then went to spend some time with Trevan's family at his aunt's house. His grandfather was there, and we had a great time talking with them about Trevan's experiences and grandpa's recovery. About 7:30 that night, Aunt Ivanette sends us all home after a chorus of yawns and sleepy sighs excapes Trevan, Trevan's dad and myself.
By 10:00 the next morning Trevan and I were in the Civic on our way back from Maryland. Needless to say, after that ten hour drive, I am very indisposed to driving anywhere, that will take longer than an hour, until we move in December.
I get to the airport and patiently wait for Trevan to arrive. There is this weird guy that keeps on looking at me...Maybe he is not weird, maybe he is just not a morning person either!
Finally I see Trevan round the corner and my heart skips a beat...It is finally over, he is back with me again! We hug and kiss and then proceed to wait for this luggage.
An hour later we are back at home in bed for a couple hours before getting out to Kathy's wedding. By the time we wake up to go to the wedding we are both exhausted, but happy to be with each other, and to see some of Trevan's friends.
The wedding is lovely. It started at 11:30 in the morning, and by 5:00 p.m. when we left the reception, the party was just getting started!
We then went to spend some time with Trevan's family at his aunt's house. His grandfather was there, and we had a great time talking with them about Trevan's experiences and grandpa's recovery. About 7:30 that night, Aunt Ivanette sends us all home after a chorus of yawns and sleepy sighs excapes Trevan, Trevan's dad and myself.
By 10:00 the next morning Trevan and I were in the Civic on our way back from Maryland. Needless to say, after that ten hour drive, I am very indisposed to driving anywhere, that will take longer than an hour, until we move in December.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Day 31 of 32
I woke up at 8:00 and have to rush to get to church on-time. All my rushing does not pay off and my mom and I are late.
After church we have a great meal and get ready to leave my parents and drive the four hours to Maryland so I can get to bed early because I have to get up at 4:oo in the morning to pick up Trevan from the airport.
The anticipation is definitely building...
My mom is very sad to see me go. I think she misses having us around more in the winter because there is nothing much to do. My dad prays for me and I get on my way.
When I get to Maryland, however, I remember that I need to get panty hose for the wedding tomorrow, so I need to go to the store. Unfortunately, this little detour ends up taking a lot longer than I had hoped for due to the unexpected surprise of sales! I walked out of the mall with a dress, a shirt, and no panty hose!
By the time I get to Grandma Osborn's house and say my hellos to her and Trevan's dad who is in town for meetings, I am exhausted.
I finally get to bed at 10:30 pm! Tomorrow is the BIG DAY
After church we have a great meal and get ready to leave my parents and drive the four hours to Maryland so I can get to bed early because I have to get up at 4:oo in the morning to pick up Trevan from the airport.
The anticipation is definitely building...
My mom is very sad to see me go. I think she misses having us around more in the winter because there is nothing much to do. My dad prays for me and I get on my way.
When I get to Maryland, however, I remember that I need to get panty hose for the wedding tomorrow, so I need to go to the store. Unfortunately, this little detour ends up taking a lot longer than I had hoped for due to the unexpected surprise of sales! I walked out of the mall with a dress, a shirt, and no panty hose!
By the time I get to Grandma Osborn's house and say my hellos to her and Trevan's dad who is in town for meetings, I am exhausted.
I finally get to bed at 10:30 pm! Tomorrow is the BIG DAY
Day 30 of 32
My mom has spent the whole week with me. It has been a lot of fun! We had a chance to go raspberry picking, got some good apples, and even went out to Warren Dunes. We climbed all the way to the top of the dune and were enjoying the wonderful sunset from the comfort of a tree branch when our serenity was shattered by the realization that we had left the camera in the car!
We went back down and we got to take a couple pictures before the sun went completely down.
Today we are driving back to New Jersey. It is a ten-hour drive and we get on the road at 9:30 in the morning. By 7:30 at night we finally get home and wait for my dad to get back from church. My dad gets home by like nine, and we get to talking for few hours. I have not seen him since December, so we have a lot to talk about. I get to bed by one in the morning, knowing very well that we have to be in church by nine thirty tomorrow morning.
We went back down and we got to take a couple pictures before the sun went completely down.
Today we are driving back to New Jersey. It is a ten-hour drive and we get on the road at 9:30 in the morning. By 7:30 at night we finally get home and wait for my dad to get back from church. My dad gets home by like nine, and we get to talking for few hours. I have not seen him since December, so we have a lot to talk about. I get to bed by one in the morning, knowing very well that we have to be in church by nine thirty tomorrow morning.
Fun Kids!
I just wanted to take this opportunity to show you some pictures of the cute little kids I ran into in Belize. This trip really made me wish I had some more little people around me here in Michigan! Not my own of course, just someone else's that I could play with and give back.
This cute little fellow is Yasir, my cousin Levy's little boy. Danielly is his girlfriend and they make a great couple. The funny thing about Yasir is that he would not come to me unless he thought I was going somewhere. Then he would extend his hands and want to come to me!
This little cutie is Samane. She is my cousin Kemane's eight-month-old daughter. I loved playing with her because she is a very happy little girl. She has a birth-mark on the left side of her face, but she is beautiful. I really considered trying to bring her back with me. One of her favorite pastimes was to fight my granny for her cane! I really miss her because I spent most of my days playing with her and making sure she did not put anything bad into her mouth.
This little one is Levi. He is my cousin Haleem's son. His girlfriend Bodie is also in the first picture. His full name is John Levi. Named for my grandpa John and my uncle Levy. My uncle (Haleem's father) died about six years ago on Mother's day when he fell of the roof of the house he was building in Belize. So little Levi carries a very important name! Levi only came to me when I had food. He would see me get my plate and sit down, and then he would come up to me and sit in my lap so I could feed him. He is one, and he is going to be a heart-breaker!
This cute little fellow is Yasir, my cousin Levy's little boy. Danielly is his girlfriend and they make a great couple. The funny thing about Yasir is that he would not come to me unless he thought I was going somewhere. Then he would extend his hands and want to come to me!
This little cutie is Samane. She is my cousin Kemane's eight-month-old daughter. I loved playing with her because she is a very happy little girl. She has a birth-mark on the left side of her face, but she is beautiful. I really considered trying to bring her back with me. One of her favorite pastimes was to fight my granny for her cane! I really miss her because I spent most of my days playing with her and making sure she did not put anything bad into her mouth.
This little one is Levi. He is my cousin Haleem's son. His girlfriend Bodie is also in the first picture. His full name is John Levi. Named for my grandpa John and my uncle Levy. My uncle (Haleem's father) died about six years ago on Mother's day when he fell of the roof of the house he was building in Belize. So little Levi carries a very important name! Levi only came to me when I had food. He would see me get my plate and sit down, and then he would come up to me and sit in my lap so I could feed him. He is one, and he is going to be a heart-breaker!
Day 25 of 32
Sunday
I woke up early this morning and headed for the stores. My aunt Elo and my uncle Clevy took me to the stores so I could buy some Dutch cheese, some red Fanta, and some Habanero hot sauce! I bought so much stuff that my suitcase weighted almost 90 pounds, so I had to split stuff up and borrow a suitcase from Levy (my cousin).
After I finished packing and got ready, Levy took me to my aunt's house. In the ten minutes that it takes to get to her house, the most ridiculous down poor of rain started coming. It was so bad that Levy and I just sat in the car for about half-an-hour before getting out.
I had some lunch, hung out with my granny for a couple hours and started getting ready to leave for the airport. It was sad to leave her because I am not sure if I will ever see her again. After all she is 94! I thank God for the privilege of being able to hang out with her for a week.
Half-hour after I was suppose to leave for the airport, the rain let up just enough for us to thrust my luggage in the car and get on our way. Much to my dismay I discovered that about 80% of the streets in Belize were under about two inches of water. It was a flood and I needed to get to the airport ASAP! Needless to say I began to panic that I was going to be late and miss my flight, or that my flight would be delayed and I would miss my connecting flight in Houston.
Fortunately, neither happened. I was on time for both flights. My mother met me in Houston and we flew to Chicago together. After our two-hour drive home we went straight to bed.
Thus ended my week in Belize!
I woke up early this morning and headed for the stores. My aunt Elo and my uncle Clevy took me to the stores so I could buy some Dutch cheese, some red Fanta, and some Habanero hot sauce! I bought so much stuff that my suitcase weighted almost 90 pounds, so I had to split stuff up and borrow a suitcase from Levy (my cousin).
After I finished packing and got ready, Levy took me to my aunt's house. In the ten minutes that it takes to get to her house, the most ridiculous down poor of rain started coming. It was so bad that Levy and I just sat in the car for about half-an-hour before getting out.
I had some lunch, hung out with my granny for a couple hours and started getting ready to leave for the airport. It was sad to leave her because I am not sure if I will ever see her again. After all she is 94! I thank God for the privilege of being able to hang out with her for a week.
Half-hour after I was suppose to leave for the airport, the rain let up just enough for us to thrust my luggage in the car and get on our way. Much to my dismay I discovered that about 80% of the streets in Belize were under about two inches of water. It was a flood and I needed to get to the airport ASAP! Needless to say I began to panic that I was going to be late and miss my flight, or that my flight would be delayed and I would miss my connecting flight in Houston.
Fortunately, neither happened. I was on time for both flights. My mother met me in Houston and we flew to Chicago together. After our two-hour drive home we went straight to bed.
Thus ended my week in Belize!
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Day 24 of 32
Sabbath
Since we got back from Belmopan it has been a mad dash to organize everything for my granny's big birthday bash today. Although her birthday was yesterday, nothing terribly exciting happened other than my mother and others calling to wish granny a happy birthday.
Today, however, there will be a special church service for her followed by lunch with all the family members that have traveled from various parts of Belize for the occasion.
We had to be in church by 8:45 am because that is when Sabbath School begins. The program honoring granny started right after Sabbath School. There were a couple special
music by two of the great-granddaughters (Gia and Endera). Another by Dr. Ranju, whom I have known since my days in Costa Rica, and she has become a part of our family. One of my granny's favorite pastors was brought in to say a few words of encouragement and to preach. Granny even sang with my aunts and gave a few words of thanks to all of us for being there with her.
Church ended at about 12:30. My aunt Stella lives a couple blocks from the church, so after the service a couple cousins and I started walking towards the house to get the party started!
After an amazing meal it was time for us to sing "Happy Birthday" and for granny to cut the cake. We even convinced my granny to bite into the cake...She is so funny. I truly believe that it is her sense of humor that has kept her alive and in pretty good health for these 94 years.
The rest of the afternoon was spent taking pictures and catching up with family and friends. Two contradicting feelings came over me as I looked across the group that had assembled. The first thought was "I am so old!". Some of my cousins had children that were almost teenagers now. The last time I saw them, they did not even have children yet. It was embarrassing to have to ask some of the kids who they were. The second feeling was "I am an adult, not a child". Although I am married and have a master's degree, most of my cousins see me as the fifteen-year old I was the last time I was there. My uncle Cleveland kept on referring to me as "the little girl", and my cousins would introduce me to people as "my little cousin".
I guess life in many ways stays the same no matter how much things change!
Since we got back from Belmopan it has been a mad dash to organize everything for my granny's big birthday bash today. Although her birthday was yesterday, nothing terribly exciting happened other than my mother and others calling to wish granny a happy birthday.
Today, however, there will be a special church service for her followed by lunch with all the family members that have traveled from various parts of Belize for the occasion.
We had to be in church by 8:45 am because that is when Sabbath School begins. The program honoring granny started right after Sabbath School. There were a couple special
music by two of the great-granddaughters (Gia and Endera). Another by Dr. Ranju, whom I have known since my days in Costa Rica, and she has become a part of our family. One of my granny's favorite pastors was brought in to say a few words of encouragement and to preach. Granny even sang with my aunts and gave a few words of thanks to all of us for being there with her.Church ended at about 12:30. My aunt Stella lives a couple blocks from the church, so after the service a couple cousins and I started walking towards the house to get the party started!
After an amazing meal it was time for us to sing "Happy Birthday" and for granny to cut the cake. We even convinced my granny to bite into the cake...She is so funny. I truly believe that it is her sense of humor that has kept her alive and in pretty good health for these 94 years.
The rest of the afternoon was spent taking pictures and catching up with family and friends. Two contradicting feelings came over me as I looked across the group that had assembled. The first thought was "I am so old!". Some of my cousins had children that were almost teenagers now. The last time I saw them, they did not even have children yet. It was embarrassing to have to ask some of the kids who they were. The second feeling was "I am an adult, not a child". Although I am married and have a master's degree, most of my cousins see me as the fifteen-year old I was the last time I was there. My uncle Cleveland kept on referring to me as "the little girl", and my cousins would introduce me to people as "my little cousin".
I guess life in many ways stays the same no matter how much things change!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Day 22 of 32
Thursday
When I woke up this morning the rain was coming down with a vengeance. Disappointing...I was suppose to hang out with my cousin Deon and his family in Belmopan, the capital of Belize. Reluctantly I got ready and prayed for a miracle.
The miracle came at 10:00 a.m. when the rain let up just enough for us to get my granny in Deon's car and get on the road. It was my first time visiting this part of the country, so I paid great
attention to my surroundings as we went along. A striking realization hit me about twenty minutes into our journey. It was really green out here! After living in the United States for nine years I had forgotten how much greenery there is out in the world.
After an amazing lunch (Anna, Deon's wife, is a great cook!) Deon, Anna, Dayna (their daughter) and I left for Cayo. We had been hoping to go to the Xunantunich Maya ruins, but we were not sure if they would let us climb to the top since it had been raining and the stairs could be slippery. We tried anyways.
To our amazement it had not rained at all in that area, and we
were allowed to climb the temple. I was thrilled! Deon use to be the CEO for tourism in Belize, so he is the perfect person to go site seeing with. He pointed out important details in the architecture that I would not have noticed otherwise. For instance, the freeze on one of the sides of the building is covered by an exact fiber-glass replica in order to protect the original for future archeological research. Another thing he pointed out was the beds in which people slept. Quite hard concrete!
Belize currently has a population close to 300,000 people. Deon explained that contrary to popular belief, this area was very densely populated prior to colonization. The first explorers would have encountered over one million Mayas living in Belize. Due to plagues and other illnesses, this number was greatly depleted by the colonization period.
The Maya people were very hierarchical in structure. The closer you lived to the top of the temple, the more powerful you are. I learned that although much has been discovered at Xunantunich, many of the "lower class" people would have spread out for miles f
rom the temple, and therefore there are many more discoveries to be made in this area.
After leaving Xunantunich we got back on the ferry that brought us across the little river, and left for home. Stopping on our way to buy souvenirs and pineapple ice cream! I believe this was the most exciting day I had in Belize.
When I woke up this morning the rain was coming down with a vengeance. Disappointing...I was suppose to hang out with my cousin Deon and his family in Belmopan, the capital of Belize. Reluctantly I got ready and prayed for a miracle.
The miracle came at 10:00 a.m. when the rain let up just enough for us to get my granny in Deon's car and get on the road. It was my first time visiting this part of the country, so I paid great
attention to my surroundings as we went along. A striking realization hit me about twenty minutes into our journey. It was really green out here! After living in the United States for nine years I had forgotten how much greenery there is out in the world.After an amazing lunch (Anna, Deon's wife, is a great cook!) Deon, Anna, Dayna (their daughter) and I left for Cayo. We had been hoping to go to the Xunantunich Maya ruins, but we were not sure if they would let us climb to the top since it had been raining and the stairs could be slippery. We tried anyways.
To our amazement it had not rained at all in that area, and we
were allowed to climb the temple. I was thrilled! Deon use to be the CEO for tourism in Belize, so he is the perfect person to go site seeing with. He pointed out important details in the architecture that I would not have noticed otherwise. For instance, the freeze on one of the sides of the building is covered by an exact fiber-glass replica in order to protect the original for future archeological research. Another thing he pointed out was the beds in which people slept. Quite hard concrete!Belize currently has a population close to 300,000 people. Deon explained that contrary to popular belief, this area was very densely populated prior to colonization. The first explorers would have encountered over one million Mayas living in Belize. Due to plagues and other illnesses, this number was greatly depleted by the colonization period.
The Maya people were very hierarchical in structure. The closer you lived to the top of the temple, the more powerful you are. I learned that although much has been discovered at Xunantunich, many of the "lower class" people would have spread out for miles f
rom the temple, and therefore there are many more discoveries to be made in this area.After leaving Xunantunich we got back on the ferry that brought us across the little river, and left for home. Stopping on our way to buy souvenirs and pineapple ice cream! I believe this was the most exciting day I had in Belize.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Day 21 of 32
Wednesday
Today my cousin Kemane is taking me to the Keys. Although I have visited Belize on many occassions for extended periods of time, I have never visited the touristy areas, so I am very excited about this outing!
Of course, I had not initially planned to go to a beach, so I had no bathing suit. Before taking off we had to get a bathing suit and a towel for me to take with me. We took the 10:30 am b
oat to the island...the ride was phenomenal. I think that is the part of the trip I enjoyed the most. The last time I was on a boat was during our honeymoon in the Bahamas. I loved feeling the wind and sun!
Once we got to the Key we headed for my Kemane's friend's restaurant, the Herbal Tribe. Coincidentally I could have sworn some people were smoking pot right accross from it...Anyways, I walked over to the beach, spread my blanket, and took a nap. I was awaken by my cousin hovering over me with a lunch menu. One of the restaurant workers had also come with her to make sure all was just the way I wanted it. It was great service! Twenty minutes later my meal was brought to me and I ate by the beach...I felt very pampered.
After lunch Kemane and I walked up to the split and hung out by a beautiful beach side. We got to see some fishes and just get some sun. The fresh air was fantastic, the water was enchanting, and the food was amazing...I did not get into the water though. I know, it sounds crazy, but I just did not feel it in my spirit.
At 1:30 we were on our way back home, and the boat ride was again, fantastic! The rest of the afternoon I spent with my granny, cousins and my aunt. We ate some fudge that Kemane made, and visited. It was a great day.
Today my cousin Kemane is taking me to the Keys. Although I have visited Belize on many occassions for extended periods of time, I have never visited the touristy areas, so I am very excited about this outing!
Of course, I had not initially planned to go to a beach, so I had no bathing suit. Before taking off we had to get a bathing suit and a towel for me to take with me. We took the 10:30 am b
oat to the island...the ride was phenomenal. I think that is the part of the trip I enjoyed the most. The last time I was on a boat was during our honeymoon in the Bahamas. I loved feeling the wind and sun!Once we got to the Key we headed for my Kemane's friend's restaurant, the Herbal Tribe. Coincidentally I could have sworn some people were smoking pot right accross from it...Anyways, I walked over to the beach, spread my blanket, and took a nap. I was awaken by my cousin hovering over me with a lunch menu. One of the restaurant workers had also come with her to make sure all was just the way I wanted it. It was great service! Twenty minutes later my meal was brought to me and I ate by the beach...I felt very pampered.
After lunch Kemane and I walked up to the split and hung out by a beautiful beach side. We got to see some fishes and just get some sun. The fresh air was fantastic, the water was enchanting, and the food was amazing...I did not get into the water though. I know, it sounds crazy, but I just did not feel it in my spirit.At 1:30 we were on our way back home, and the boat ride was again, fantastic! The rest of the afternoon I spent with my granny, cousins and my aunt. We ate some fudge that Kemane made, and visited. It was a great day.
Day 20 of 32
Tuesday
Yesterday I arrived in Belize City. My cousin and aunt were at the airport to pick me up and we headed for my aunt's house. When I arrived my grandmother was waiting for me. She was very surprised at how much I had changed (I think I still look the same!).
After lunch we sat in the living room and watched soap operas for the rest of the afternoon. It always amazes me how quickly you can pick up on soaps even if you have not seen them in years. The stories are usually the same...Boy meets girl, they get married, or sleep together, or have a baby, then boy leaves girl to start all over with another girl!
That evening I get to meet some of my second cousins that are arriving from school. The last time I was in Belize most of them were not even born yet! I felt old...
I spent the nights at my aunt Elo's house, and most of the days I spent with my Granny at my aunt Stella's house. Aunt Stella is a great cook!
Yesterday I arrived in Belize City. My cousin and aunt were at the airport to pick me up and we headed for my aunt's house. When I arrived my grandmother was waiting for me. She was very surprised at how much I had changed (I think I still look the same!).
After lunch we sat in the living room and watched soap operas for the rest of the afternoon. It always amazes me how quickly you can pick up on soaps even if you have not seen them in years. The stories are usually the same...Boy meets girl, they get married, or sleep together, or have a baby, then boy leaves girl to start all over with another girl!
That evening I get to meet some of my second cousins that are arriving from school. The last time I was in Belize most of them were not even born yet! I felt old...
I spent the nights at my aunt Elo's house, and most of the days I spent with my Granny at my aunt Stella's house. Aunt Stella is a great cook!
Day 19 of 32
I woke up and looked out the window to see beautiful, fluffy clouds. I don't think I have ever seen such amazing looking clouds before in my life! Up here life seems so carefree. It is my fourth plane ride in two months. My limbs are tired of sitting, but the view is sure worth it.
The captain comes over the intercom system to let us know that we are beginning our initial decent. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of lightning. Out the window I can now see that the beautiful white clouds have been swallowed up by menacing gray ones. The seat belt sign comes on and the flight attendant admonishes us to tighten them for the road ahead is very bumpy.
Into a dark cloud we go...The plane drops five feet, and woman behind me screams! As soon as it began the turbulence stops. Ahead is another cloud and this time it is worse. My alarm increases as the lightning becomes more frequent...Has a plane ever been struck before?
As we bounce from dark cloud to dark cloud my outlook on being up here begins to shift. Suddenly I glimpse something out in the dark sky...Yes, for a brief moment there is a magnificent rainbow flashing through the clouds. I remember the story of Noah. "I do set my bow in the clouds" God had said. A peace and reassurance fills my heart. God had sent a sign to let me know that He would once again bring me to safety!
When we landed it was raining...Thus began my week in Belize
The captain comes over the intercom system to let us know that we are beginning our initial decent. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of lightning. Out the window I can now see that the beautiful white clouds have been swallowed up by menacing gray ones. The seat belt sign comes on and the flight attendant admonishes us to tighten them for the road ahead is very bumpy.
Into a dark cloud we go...The plane drops five feet, and woman behind me screams! As soon as it began the turbulence stops. Ahead is another cloud and this time it is worse. My alarm increases as the lightning becomes more frequent...Has a plane ever been struck before?
As we bounce from dark cloud to dark cloud my outlook on being up here begins to shift. Suddenly I glimpse something out in the dark sky...Yes, for a brief moment there is a magnificent rainbow flashing through the clouds. I remember the story of Noah. "I do set my bow in the clouds" God had said. A peace and reassurance fills my heart. God had sent a sign to let me know that He would once again bring me to safety!
When we landed it was raining...Thus began my week in Belize
Friday, September 22, 2006
Day 16 of 32
For the conclusion of my riveting ordeal, let me take you back to Tuesday morning...
I wake up at 4:45 am to make my 6:30 flight back to Chicago. I get into Chicago at 12:40 and I am on my two-hour drive back home in the middle of a rainy, traffic-filed day at 2:30 eastern time. By the time I finally get home it is around 5:00 pm and I have an appointment for a much needed massage at 6:30 pm.
Once I get back from my massage, I decide to check my passport to make sure everything is in order...It's not. My passport has expired in April of the current year. Quickly I search the web to see what can be done in such a short amount of time. I learn that it will take five days to process the information for a renewal.
Armed with lots of phone numbers I set out on Wednesday morning to hound every Costa Rican embassy for expedited service. Luckily enough, the embassy in Chicago was more than happy to oblige, and after faxing them some paper work, they give me an appointment to get my renewal Friday at 11:30 am.
For the second time this week I make the long two-hour drive (three hours in today's traffic) to the city. Thankfully my good friend Fabiola offers to accompany me on this voyage. We thoroughly enjoy our time together.
Once in the consular office, it only takes about twenty minutes to get all the paper work done and my passport extended. Relief floods every fiber of my body, and we go out for a celebratory meal at Ruby Tuesday's...
Back home we come with our stomachs full and our hearts light. We joke about everything, even the traffic. Life is great for this moment in time, and we treasure the moment...
I wake up at 4:45 am to make my 6:30 flight back to Chicago. I get into Chicago at 12:40 and I am on my two-hour drive back home in the middle of a rainy, traffic-filed day at 2:30 eastern time. By the time I finally get home it is around 5:00 pm and I have an appointment for a much needed massage at 6:30 pm.
Once I get back from my massage, I decide to check my passport to make sure everything is in order...It's not. My passport has expired in April of the current year. Quickly I search the web to see what can be done in such a short amount of time. I learn that it will take five days to process the information for a renewal.
Armed with lots of phone numbers I set out on Wednesday morning to hound every Costa Rican embassy for expedited service. Luckily enough, the embassy in Chicago was more than happy to oblige, and after faxing them some paper work, they give me an appointment to get my renewal Friday at 11:30 am.
For the second time this week I make the long two-hour drive (three hours in today's traffic) to the city. Thankfully my good friend Fabiola offers to accompany me on this voyage. We thoroughly enjoy our time together.
Once in the consular office, it only takes about twenty minutes to get all the paper work done and my passport extended. Relief floods every fiber of my body, and we go out for a celebratory meal at Ruby Tuesday's...
Back home we come with our stomachs full and our hearts light. We joke about everything, even the traffic. Life is great for this moment in time, and we treasure the moment...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
An Apology
Today's rain and overcast skies tried to warn me that I was heading for trouble, but I did not heed the warning. I went about my day oblivious to life.
Now I must make a public apology to my dearest friend Darlene. You are a very sincere friend and a really wonderful person, and I have thrown our friendship aside. I was wrong, and there is nothing I can say to justify forgetting your 25th birthday.
I hope you can find it in your heart to not hold a grudge againts me because I failed you. I also pray you had a wonderful day despite my neglect.
Sorry!
Now I must make a public apology to my dearest friend Darlene. You are a very sincere friend and a really wonderful person, and I have thrown our friendship aside. I was wrong, and there is nothing I can say to justify forgetting your 25th birthday.
I hope you can find it in your heart to not hold a grudge againts me because I failed you. I also pray you had a wonderful day despite my neglect.
Sorry!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Day 14 of 32
It was the San Jose, CA airport this time. Trevan and I said goodbye to each other again! This time there was no crying. The empty feeling at the pit of my stomach was still there though...We had a wonderful weekend.
Trevan was at the airport on Friday with a big smile on his face. I rushed to hug him and tell him how much I missed him. Our happy reunion was rudely interrupted by the announcement that my bag had not arrived with me...Sigh!
We took off and went to pick up the evangelist that is conducting the meetings in Hunter's Point, and Trevan's roommate Moses, for a late lunch. After dropping them back at the hotel we headed to the airport to get my bag. It was there this time. Exhausted from a long day I fell asleep on Trev's hotel bed and woke up in time for the nightly meetings.
The evangelist preached for a good hour and fifteen...Then we had to drive about forty minutes to Heather's place, where we would be staying for the weekend.
On Sabbath morning we woke up bright and early to get to Sabbath School. Moses thought the lesson and Trevan preached that day. Both did a wonderful job. I don't think I have ever been so proud of my husband! We had a wonderful lunch followed by an anointing service, a nap, and another hour and twenty minutes sermon. Then the drive back to Heather and Patrick's.
Sunday was another early day. Trevan had class and I hung out in his hotel room watching football. At noon his parents came down and we had lunch together. After lunch, Trevan went to another anointing service while his parents and I went to the mall. We then met up with Trevan and Moses and went to the meeting. This time the evangelist only spoke for 40 to 45 minutes and we were happy to get home earlier than usual.
Monday we spent the whole day on Heather and Pat's couch in their TV room either watching a movie, eating, or sleeping...It was perfect!
Tuesday morning we woke up bright and early and I got back to Chicago at about 1:00 p.m. It was really cold and rainy, so my two-hour drive back to Berrien Springs was interesting! Upon arriving home I discovered, much to my dismay and embarrassment, that my passport is expired...Horrible problem since I am suppose to be leaving the country on Monday to see my grandma in Belize!
To find out the rest of this riveting story you will have to read my next post...TO BE CONTINUED...
Trevan was at the airport on Friday with a big smile on his face. I rushed to hug him and tell him how much I missed him. Our happy reunion was rudely interrupted by the announcement that my bag had not arrived with me...Sigh!
We took off and went to pick up the evangelist that is conducting the meetings in Hunter's Point, and Trevan's roommate Moses, for a late lunch. After dropping them back at the hotel we headed to the airport to get my bag. It was there this time. Exhausted from a long day I fell asleep on Trev's hotel bed and woke up in time for the nightly meetings.
The evangelist preached for a good hour and fifteen...Then we had to drive about forty minutes to Heather's place, where we would be staying for the weekend.
On Sabbath morning we woke up bright and early to get to Sabbath School. Moses thought the lesson and Trevan preached that day. Both did a wonderful job. I don't think I have ever been so proud of my husband! We had a wonderful lunch followed by an anointing service, a nap, and another hour and twenty minutes sermon. Then the drive back to Heather and Patrick's.
Sunday was another early day. Trevan had class and I hung out in his hotel room watching football. At noon his parents came down and we had lunch together. After lunch, Trevan went to another anointing service while his parents and I went to the mall. We then met up with Trevan and Moses and went to the meeting. This time the evangelist only spoke for 40 to 45 minutes and we were happy to get home earlier than usual.
Monday we spent the whole day on Heather and Pat's couch in their TV room either watching a movie, eating, or sleeping...It was perfect!
Tuesday morning we woke up bright and early and I got back to Chicago at about 1:00 p.m. It was really cold and rainy, so my two-hour drive back to Berrien Springs was interesting! Upon arriving home I discovered, much to my dismay and embarrassment, that my passport is expired...Horrible problem since I am suppose to be leaving the country on Monday to see my grandma in Belize!
To find out the rest of this riveting story you will have to read my next post...TO BE CONTINUED...
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Day 8 of 32
This week has gone by slowly. I keep myself so busy I am knocked out and night, but still it seems like time has dragged on.
Tomorrow morning I leave for California...I am so excited I think I am not going to be able to sleep a wink all night! Being away from Trevan has shown me just how much he means to me, and just how much we need each other. I am doing much better than day 1, because I have grown a lot since day 1.
Trevan has been blogging through his experience in the field (check out his blog on the side bar). It is nice to be able to read the blogs and know what is going on with him. Due to the three hour time difference it is almost impossible to have a decent conversation, which makes this whole ordeal much more complicated.
My anticipation grows by the second to the moment when I can see him and be in his arms again! I was thinking about that moment last night and I realized that I was experiencing the kind of excitement we should have for seeing Jesus come back to earth. The imagery was so powerful it baffled me. Not often have I thought of the second coming in such wonderful terms. The Bible, however, seems very clear that Jesus is wanting to be with us! The force of that realization makes me yearn for His coming!
Tomorrow morning I leave for California...I am so excited I think I am not going to be able to sleep a wink all night! Being away from Trevan has shown me just how much he means to me, and just how much we need each other. I am doing much better than day 1, because I have grown a lot since day 1.
Trevan has been blogging through his experience in the field (check out his blog on the side bar). It is nice to be able to read the blogs and know what is going on with him. Due to the three hour time difference it is almost impossible to have a decent conversation, which makes this whole ordeal much more complicated.
My anticipation grows by the second to the moment when I can see him and be in his arms again! I was thinking about that moment last night and I realized that I was experiencing the kind of excitement we should have for seeing Jesus come back to earth. The imagery was so powerful it baffled me. Not often have I thought of the second coming in such wonderful terms. The Bible, however, seems very clear that Jesus is wanting to be with us! The force of that realization makes me yearn for His coming!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Day 5 of 32
A couple weeks ago Trevan and I got new cellphones. Mine kept on dropping calls, so yesterday I drove one hour each way to Portage to get a new phone.
Trevan had called them and spoke to someone who was suppose to put the update in the system. Well the guy did not put it in the system and he was not there yesterday. I drove two hours for nothing!
Supposedly, the guy that Trevan spoke to will be there today so after work I have to drive back to Portage. If Trevan were here I would not have to be dealing with all this driving on my own...
Last night I also noticed that our hallway light was out. Tonight after I get back from Portage I am going to have to climb on a chair and put in a new bulb...
I miss having Trevan around. I don't like dealing with all the house and life work without him...I am back to my single year after college, Miss Independent!
Trevan had called them and spoke to someone who was suppose to put the update in the system. Well the guy did not put it in the system and he was not there yesterday. I drove two hours for nothing!
Supposedly, the guy that Trevan spoke to will be there today so after work I have to drive back to Portage. If Trevan were here I would not have to be dealing with all this driving on my own...
Last night I also noticed that our hallway light was out. Tonight after I get back from Portage I am going to have to climb on a chair and put in a new bulb...
I miss having Trevan around. I don't like dealing with all the house and life work without him...I am back to my single year after college, Miss Independent!
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Day 3 of 32
Busy...That's what I've been these past two days. Maybe I do it on purpose to avoid feeling the vast emptiness of my little apartment. Long phone calls with friends, trips to the store, longer work hours, church, hanging out with people...
Stricken with sheer pity for my wretched condition, Trevan decided to fly me out this coming weekend so I can be with him for a few days. I love that man!
I met with some other wives whose husbands are also in field school. Some of them will not see their husbands at all the whole time they are gone...I really am blest to be able to take this trip.
My days are not only filled with activities, but also with hope and a glorious anticipation of being in Trevan's arms sooner than expected.
Stricken with sheer pity for my wretched condition, Trevan decided to fly me out this coming weekend so I can be with him for a few days. I love that man!
I met with some other wives whose husbands are also in field school. Some of them will not see their husbands at all the whole time they are gone...I really am blest to be able to take this trip.
My days are not only filled with activities, but also with hope and a glorious anticipation of being in Trevan's arms sooner than expected.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Day 1 of 32
Today is different...Something is wrong. The room is empty and the silence threatens to swallow me alive.
As I went pass the security check point in the Oakland airport yesterday, I looked back to catch one last glimpse of my beloved husband. He was crying, so was I. It was the last time I would see him in 32 days. In the two years we have been together we have only been apart for one weekend! Now he has to stay in California to help out in an evangelistic series as part of his seminary training.
I tried being strong, but the harder I try not to cry, the harder I cry. For some of you this might not seem like a terribly unbearable amount of time, but for me it is more than I can bear. I know my limitations, and it appears I have reached my limit.
Trevan said that I was acting as if he were dead...He is not the one that is dead, I am!
As I went pass the security check point in the Oakland airport yesterday, I looked back to catch one last glimpse of my beloved husband. He was crying, so was I. It was the last time I would see him in 32 days. In the two years we have been together we have only been apart for one weekend! Now he has to stay in California to help out in an evangelistic series as part of his seminary training.
I tried being strong, but the harder I try not to cry, the harder I cry. For some of you this might not seem like a terribly unbearable amount of time, but for me it is more than I can bear. I know my limitations, and it appears I have reached my limit.
Trevan said that I was acting as if he were dead...He is not the one that is dead, I am!
Saturday, September 02, 2006
On Family
Since last Friday Trevan and I have been in California. The first weekend we were in Southern California visiting with Trevan's grandmother and his uncles, aunts and cousins on his mother's side. It was especially nice to be able to hang out with Ron (Trev's cousin on his father's side of the family) on Saturday night.
This trip became even more memorable for me when a group of my cousins and their families drove up from L.A. to Riverside to hang out with me for a couple hours. It was a little nerve racking at first because my cousins have young children, and Trevan's uncle Larry has this very impressive display of artifacts dating thousands of years back.
Eventually
all my fears dissipated as I contemplated the most amusing sight ever! I looked over and saw uncle Larry attempting to blow up an inflatable crocodile while three little girls looked at his with great expectations. After blowing a few breaths into the animal, uncle Larry decided to divert his attention to a plane instead. The girls giggled and jumped all around him. It was so lovely to see both our families bonding in such small yet significant ways.
Overall it was great seeing my cousins even if only for a couple hours. Spending time with Trevan's grandmother was also extremely meaningful because at the age of 96 we are not sure how many, if any, more visit we will be able to enjoy with her.
As I reflect back on the family-packed weekend we had, I absolutely rejoiced at the beauty that is family!
This trip became even more memorable for me when a group of my cousins and their families drove up from L.A. to Riverside to hang out with me for a couple hours. It was a little nerve racking at first because my cousins have young children, and Trevan's uncle Larry has this very impressive display of artifacts dating thousands of years back.
Eventually
all my fears dissipated as I contemplated the most amusing sight ever! I looked over and saw uncle Larry attempting to blow up an inflatable crocodile while three little girls looked at his with great expectations. After blowing a few breaths into the animal, uncle Larry decided to divert his attention to a plane instead. The girls giggled and jumped all around him. It was so lovely to see both our families bonding in such small yet significant ways.Overall it was great seeing my cousins even if only for a couple hours. Spending time with Trevan's grandmother was also extremely meaningful because at the age of 96 we are not sure how many, if any, more visit we will be able to enjoy with her.
As I reflect back on the family-packed weekend we had, I absolutely rejoiced at the beauty that is family!
Monday, August 21, 2006
On This Morning
I have been awake for two hours and already an oppressive lethargy has taken over my spirit, suffocating my ability to sit still in my chair and get my work done. Today will be a long day...Just another long day.
Hopefully I can break free of this desperate need to crawl into bed and forget this world for a couple more hours...Maybe at lunch time I can take a nap!
Until then I remain impassively at my seat. Waiting for the perfect moment to break free.
Hopefully I can break free of this desperate need to crawl into bed and forget this world for a couple more hours...Maybe at lunch time I can take a nap!
Until then I remain impassively at my seat. Waiting for the perfect moment to break free.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
On Living in the Past
I recently read an interesting post by Kristel entitled Past but no present?. Petre's feeling is absolutely well founded. During my brief life, I have come to realize that our past, whether a rich and powerful history (the history of Georgia), or an oppressive and mundane one (children born in brothels), shapes our present.
There are two basic ways in which we react to our past:we dwell or we progress. A perfect example of progression is Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and the Civil Rights Movement. As Dr. King looked back on black history in America, he saw much to be proud of (abolishing of slavery, black people could live in their own houses and have paying jobs). The black condition had been much improved. However, Dr. King also realized that there was so much more room for improvement to the present condition of the black community. He therefore rallied the people and created one of the richest movements in the history of blacks in America.
Another wonderful example of progress is exemplified by the disciples. We can argue that their history with Jesus Christ incarnate is the best history immaginable. But the disciples used their past to shape their present and to shape their movement into something grander than what they had been able to accomplish with the Savior.
Those of us who choose to dwell in the past run into two pitfalls that ultimately render us stagnant. One pitfall is living in the glories of the past, eliminating any possibility of adjusting for present reality. There is a church I know that lives this problem. They use to be big and packed out every week. Currently their attendance barely fills a third of the pews, but they still see themselves as being a big church. Their inability to see their present condition is destroying their opportunities to adjust.
The other pitfall is to dwell so vehemently on our past that we complain and grudge the present. An example of this is my personal illusions of a grander life when I lived in Maryland. My constant comparison of Michigan and Maryland have left me with a present in Michigan that looks much like a straight jacket. I have blocked out any possibility of creating an equally rewarding present in Michigan because I never let go of my past in Maryland.
Petre's words inspired me to stop dwelling and start progressing into the new present. I am currently creating what I will look back on in twenty years. I want to like what I see!
There are two basic ways in which we react to our past:we dwell or we progress. A perfect example of progression is Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and the Civil Rights Movement. As Dr. King looked back on black history in America, he saw much to be proud of (abolishing of slavery, black people could live in their own houses and have paying jobs). The black condition had been much improved. However, Dr. King also realized that there was so much more room for improvement to the present condition of the black community. He therefore rallied the people and created one of the richest movements in the history of blacks in America.
Another wonderful example of progress is exemplified by the disciples. We can argue that their history with Jesus Christ incarnate is the best history immaginable. But the disciples used their past to shape their present and to shape their movement into something grander than what they had been able to accomplish with the Savior.
Those of us who choose to dwell in the past run into two pitfalls that ultimately render us stagnant. One pitfall is living in the glories of the past, eliminating any possibility of adjusting for present reality. There is a church I know that lives this problem. They use to be big and packed out every week. Currently their attendance barely fills a third of the pews, but they still see themselves as being a big church. Their inability to see their present condition is destroying their opportunities to adjust.
The other pitfall is to dwell so vehemently on our past that we complain and grudge the present. An example of this is my personal illusions of a grander life when I lived in Maryland. My constant comparison of Michigan and Maryland have left me with a present in Michigan that looks much like a straight jacket. I have blocked out any possibility of creating an equally rewarding present in Michigan because I never let go of my past in Maryland.
Petre's words inspired me to stop dwelling and start progressing into the new present. I am currently creating what I will look back on in twenty years. I want to like what I see!
On Proverbs 4:19
~This afternoon, drained by the demands of the week, Trevan and I took a two-hour nap...The result? It is 1:15 in the morning and I am still awake...~
Changing Lanes is definitely an insightful movie. Samuel L. Jackson plays a recovering alcoholic who is trying to get his life back on track. In one nightmarish day, however, he looses his temper after getting into an accident with a lawyer, played by Ben Affleck. The mess that follows for Jackson's character includes, loosing his wife and sons, being bankrupt, almost killing the lawyer, and being arrested. His AA sponsor finally bails him out of jail. After many excuses, Jackson proudly announces, that although he has had a crazy day, he has not had a drink. A sarcastic smile later, his sponsor informs him that alcohol has never been Jackson's drug of choice. "You are addicted to chaos", he tells Jackson.
When placed in the context of Proverbs 4:19, this phrase makes a lot of sense. The Bibles says, "The way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what they stumble over." Although most of us would not willingly put ourselves in the "wicked" category, I believe most of us are in "deep darkness".
Jackson thought he was an alcoholic. He spent hours at AA meetings, completing the steps, and staying away from bars. While his real addiction, "chaos", remaining wildly unchecked. We try to loose weight, abstain from eating meat, stop wearing jewelry and go to church every week, thinking that this will help us get our lives back on track. While we willingly remain in deep darkness about our real addictions (vanity, selfishness, pride, legalism, anger, judgmentalism). It is much easier to avoid alcohol than it is to avoid chaos. You can throw out all the alcohol in your house, stay away from bars, and get a buddy to stop you from drinking at parties. But chaos, well you can find that anywhere. The same is true for vanity and pride. We can get rid of the earrings and the make-up, but our vanity will show up in other places (our cars, our clothes, our children's good behavior)
In Proverbs 4, God calls His children to seek wisdom and understanding from Him. "The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day." (Prov. 4:18). No longer do we need to live in darkness! Notice that this verse does not claim that the darkness will be lifted immediately. But as we see ourselves and our addictions for what they really are, and as we go to God for help in overcoming them, the darkness will slowly be lifted until full day dawns in our lives. Once that happens, we will no longer be obsessed with the external manifestations of our addictions. We will finally be free!
So stop self-diagnosing and self-medicating. You might be treating a symptom!
Changing Lanes is definitely an insightful movie. Samuel L. Jackson plays a recovering alcoholic who is trying to get his life back on track. In one nightmarish day, however, he looses his temper after getting into an accident with a lawyer, played by Ben Affleck. The mess that follows for Jackson's character includes, loosing his wife and sons, being bankrupt, almost killing the lawyer, and being arrested. His AA sponsor finally bails him out of jail. After many excuses, Jackson proudly announces, that although he has had a crazy day, he has not had a drink. A sarcastic smile later, his sponsor informs him that alcohol has never been Jackson's drug of choice. "You are addicted to chaos", he tells Jackson.
When placed in the context of Proverbs 4:19, this phrase makes a lot of sense. The Bibles says, "The way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what they stumble over." Although most of us would not willingly put ourselves in the "wicked" category, I believe most of us are in "deep darkness".
Jackson thought he was an alcoholic. He spent hours at AA meetings, completing the steps, and staying away from bars. While his real addiction, "chaos", remaining wildly unchecked. We try to loose weight, abstain from eating meat, stop wearing jewelry and go to church every week, thinking that this will help us get our lives back on track. While we willingly remain in deep darkness about our real addictions (vanity, selfishness, pride, legalism, anger, judgmentalism). It is much easier to avoid alcohol than it is to avoid chaos. You can throw out all the alcohol in your house, stay away from bars, and get a buddy to stop you from drinking at parties. But chaos, well you can find that anywhere. The same is true for vanity and pride. We can get rid of the earrings and the make-up, but our vanity will show up in other places (our cars, our clothes, our children's good behavior)
In Proverbs 4, God calls His children to seek wisdom and understanding from Him. "The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day." (Prov. 4:18). No longer do we need to live in darkness! Notice that this verse does not claim that the darkness will be lifted immediately. But as we see ourselves and our addictions for what they really are, and as we go to God for help in overcoming them, the darkness will slowly be lifted until full day dawns in our lives. Once that happens, we will no longer be obsessed with the external manifestations of our addictions. We will finally be free!
So stop self-diagnosing and self-medicating. You might be treating a symptom!
Monday, August 14, 2006
On the Pusiva Culinary Studio
I just wanted to bring to your attention this new blog I found today. Puspha is an accountant in Switzerland that has this weekend cooking blog. Her food looks amazing, and although I have not tried anything yet. I will be trying the coconut buns, and the cinnamon buns. I am actually trying the cinnamon rolls right now!
Hope you enjoy it: pusiva.blogspot.com
Hope you enjoy it: pusiva.blogspot.com
Sunday, August 13, 2006
On Good Documentaries
Last week Trev and I saw two excellent documentaries. I am sure you would enjoy them as well.
Born into Brothels is the story of children born to prostitutes in the redlight district of Calcutta, India. These children live in the brothels with their mothers, and are mostly destined to follow in their footsteps. Zana Briski is a photographer who went to India to photograph different Indian women and their lives. During one of her trips she ended up in the redlight district wanting to photograph the prostitute women. Realizing that she needed to gain their trust before they would allow her to photograph them, she moved into the brothel. She quickly became attached to the children of the women, and decided to teach them how to take pictures. The documentary won an Academy Award for best documentary in 2005.
The second documentary we saw was Control Room. This documentary portrays the different stories that arise from the war in Iraq depending on what side of the globe you live on. It is fascinating to see the severe criticism Al Jazeera has taken due to their reporting practices. Unlike many American networks, Al Jazeera has focused on the Middle East and presenting the realities of war for the Iraqi people. The documentary also shows the desire of the managers and producers to present both sides of the story with as much accuracy and openness as they can. It is definitely and eye opener.
Hope you have fun watching these documentaries!
Born into Brothels is the story of children born to prostitutes in the redlight district of Calcutta, India. These children live in the brothels with their mothers, and are mostly destined to follow in their footsteps. Zana Briski is a photographer who went to India to photograph different Indian women and their lives. During one of her trips she ended up in the redlight district wanting to photograph the prostitute women. Realizing that she needed to gain their trust before they would allow her to photograph them, she moved into the brothel. She quickly became attached to the children of the women, and decided to teach them how to take pictures. The documentary won an Academy Award for best documentary in 2005.
The second documentary we saw was Control Room. This documentary portrays the different stories that arise from the war in Iraq depending on what side of the globe you live on. It is fascinating to see the severe criticism Al Jazeera has taken due to their reporting practices. Unlike many American networks, Al Jazeera has focused on the Middle East and presenting the realities of war for the Iraqi people. The documentary also shows the desire of the managers and producers to present both sides of the story with as much accuracy and openness as they can. It is definitely and eye opener.
Hope you have fun watching these documentaries!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
On Prostitution
Close your eyes. Imagine you are thirteen again...What are you thinking? What are you feeling?...I am feeling fat (like most girls my age). I am also desperate to find the recipe to popularity, or at least to finding cool friends. Shallow really! For most of my life I have never thought about what other thirteen-year-old girls around the world might have been thinking until last week...
Hyung is a beautiful sixteen-year-old Thai girl who lives in Cambodia. She lived with her mother and step-father till she was thirteen. Her step-father physically and emotionally abused her. When she turned thirteen she escaped her house and went to live with ther grandmother. She then began to attend and Adventist Southeast Asia Projects' (ASAP) sponsored literacy school. Today she is teaching other girls how to read and write. Believe it or not, her story has a very happy ending; not so for many other girls in Southeast Asia and Africa.
While I was worried about shallow material things, thirteen-year-old girls around the world had one question in mind...Will today be the day I am sold into prostitution by my own parents?
In countries were most of the population is below the poverty line, chances for a bright future are slim to none. Many parents believe in sacrificing their thirteen-year-old daughters to secure the future of their sons. It only takes $1,000 to ruin a life!
Parents are paid $1,000 for their daughter's life. I am not being dramatic...Most of these girls that leave their homes at the age of thirteen, contract AIDS by the time they are sixteen and are sent back to their families to die. Most of them will not live past their twentieth birthday.
I have two requests for those of you that might read this post. Only two...
Hyung is a beautiful sixteen-year-old Thai girl who lives in Cambodia. She lived with her mother and step-father till she was thirteen. Her step-father physically and emotionally abused her. When she turned thirteen she escaped her house and went to live with ther grandmother. She then began to attend and Adventist Southeast Asia Projects' (ASAP) sponsored literacy school. Today she is teaching other girls how to read and write. Believe it or not, her story has a very happy ending; not so for many other girls in Southeast Asia and Africa.
While I was worried about shallow material things, thirteen-year-old girls around the world had one question in mind...Will today be the day I am sold into prostitution by my own parents?
In countries were most of the population is below the poverty line, chances for a bright future are slim to none. Many parents believe in sacrificing their thirteen-year-old daughters to secure the future of their sons. It only takes $1,000 to ruin a life!
Parents are paid $1,000 for their daughter's life. I am not being dramatic...Most of these girls that leave their homes at the age of thirteen, contract AIDS by the time they are sixteen and are sent back to their families to die. Most of them will not live past their twentieth birthday.
I have two requests for those of you that might read this post. Only two...
- Please donate to an organization that is trying to make a difference in these girls lives. I work for ASAP, and we try to teach these girls how to read, write and sew. By learning these skills we hope their parents will allow them to work and earn money for their families without having to sell their bodies. If you cannot find an organization you like, start one!
- Don't judge. As a Christian, I have been bombarded with messages from the pulpit and from those around me, that sexual immorality is a sin. Prostitutes are filthy sinners that choose that lifestyle because they love sex...sounds familiar? Seems like most Christians have forgotten that Jesus hung out with prostitutes when He was on earth...
By hearing the stories of these girls I have learned that most people do not choose what lot they get in life. I can't even get the life I want, and I live in the United States...the land of the free! Lets not forget to pray for those that are thrown into circumstances that they did not ask for and cannot help.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
On Our Two-Year Anniversary
We made it! Two long, grueling years...I am not talking about our marriage, I am talking about Berrien Springs! hahahahah
Ok, so Trevan and I celebrated our two-year marriage anniversary on Tuesday. Although most of our marriage has been spent in Berrien Springs, and we both agree that it has been a trying experience, I am glad. If our marriage can survive the horrible, dreary Michigan winter, it can survive anything!
We actually had a little party to celebrate this momentous occasion. I even tried out my Martha Steward cake decorating skills...Guess what? I have no skills, but at least now I know. It was fun hanging out with our friends and just sharing some time together.
I have learned that you will get out of marriage whatever you bring to it...Not very original, I know, but true. Trev and I have tried to set aside our differences and unite to do the things that make us happy. We watch movies, play tennis, eat ice cream, and simply enjoy being with each other. I believe this has been the key to surviving the seminary. Trevan even told me that although living in Michigan is bad, I have made it fun for him...That ladies and gentlemen is a compliment!
Now I look forward to having even more fun in the years ahead. Our present experiences will allow us to grow and learn more about each other, and for that I say "Happy Anniversary" and many more years of happy learning!
Ok, so Trevan and I celebrated our two-year marriage anniversary on Tuesday. Although most of our marriage has been spent in Berrien Springs, and we both agree that it has been a trying experience, I am glad. If our marriage can survive the horrible, dreary Michigan winter, it can survive anything!We actually had a little party to celebrate this momentous occasion. I even tried out my Martha Steward cake decorating skills...Guess what? I have no skills, but at least now I know. It was fun hanging out with our friends and just sharing some time together.
I have learned that you will get out of marriage whatever you bring to it...Not very original, I know, but true. Trev and I have tried to set aside our differences and unite to do the things that make us happy. We watch movies, play tennis, eat ice cream, and simply enjoy being with each other. I believe this has been the key to surviving the seminary. Trevan even told me that although living in Michigan is bad, I have made it fun for him...That ladies and gentlemen is a compliment!
Now I look forward to having even more fun in the years ahead. Our present experiences will allow us to grow and learn more about each other, and for that I say "Happy Anniversary" and many more years of happy learning!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
On Thunder Storms
Every couple months our financial advicer Scott Schalk (we can give you his number), treats his customers to a movie. Thanks to his generosity Trevan and I have seen The DaVinci Code, Chronicles of Narnia and Phantom of the Opera for free! Last night it was Cars. I really enjoyed the movie. Nice, clean fun.
On our way back from the theater I asked Trevan if he would not mind coming to the office with me because I wanted to get some more work done. He agreed and by 10:00 pm we were leaving my office to go back home. At this time lightning was flashing furiously through the sky, but we thought we had enough time to drive the one mile to our house. We were wrong! By the time we were half a mile from our house it started pouring... The lightning and thunder were so demanding that we decided to stay in the car till it died down some.
We...ok I cowered in the seat willing it to swallow me and protect me as Trevan ohhed and ahhed at the majestic bolts blasting all around us. When I finally gathered the courage to stop thinking about what would happen if lighting struck the car, I was amazed! I started ahhing and ohhing right along with Trevan. It was so powerful and so scary all at once. The lightning revealing violent black clouds, and the thunder rumbling till it shook the ground beneath the car. It was very exciting!
Later last night I realized that I had witnessed a man-made show and a God-made show. Cars did not stand a chance!
On our way back from the theater I asked Trevan if he would not mind coming to the office with me because I wanted to get some more work done. He agreed and by 10:00 pm we were leaving my office to go back home. At this time lightning was flashing furiously through the sky, but we thought we had enough time to drive the one mile to our house. We were wrong! By the time we were half a mile from our house it started pouring... The lightning and thunder were so demanding that we decided to stay in the car till it died down some.
We...ok I cowered in the seat willing it to swallow me and protect me as Trevan ohhed and ahhed at the majestic bolts blasting all around us. When I finally gathered the courage to stop thinking about what would happen if lighting struck the car, I was amazed! I started ahhing and ohhing right along with Trevan. It was so powerful and so scary all at once. The lightning revealing violent black clouds, and the thunder rumbling till it shook the ground beneath the car. It was very exciting!
Later last night I realized that I had witnessed a man-made show and a God-made show. Cars did not stand a chance!
Saturday, July 29, 2006
On Dreams
Trevan and I will be celebrating our two-year anniversary on Tuesday! I thank God each day for the wonderful husband he gave me. I also should be thanking Mr. and Mrs. Osborn for having him...
Again, those of you who know me, know that I am in no rush to have children. The idea of screaming my head off for hours and hours while this person comes out of the inner most part of my body does not fill me with warm fuzzy feelings! A month ago I was actually late, and I almost died when I realized that I might be pregnant. "I AM NOT READY", was the only thing that kept on flashing through my mind. Fortunately, it was a false alarm!
Both Trevan and I seem to be on the same page with the whole "not ready" thing. See, it's not only the birth pains that I am afraid of. It is the years of not knowing what choices my child will make...Will they be nice children or will they fight with other kids? Will they make friends easily or be outcasts of society? Will they marry someone that we can all embrace or will they be weird? The uncertainties go on and on.
Yesterday, we ran into a friend of ours that had a baby back in January. Since I had not seen the baby I was excited to finally meet her. My heart melted at the sight of her big gray eyes and her huge cheeks...Later that night I dreamt that we were pregnant and that our baby looked exactly like my friends baby. Trevan and I were extremely happy and comfortable with our new status as parents. When I woke up this morning I was at peace with the idea of one day being a mother.
Stop right there! I know many of you are breaking out the sparkling cider to celebrate the fact that I want a baby (Darlene, Mom, Mrs. Osborn, Rosie). Let me just put that cork right back in its place for you. We are still on the seven year plan! God just happened to reveal to me in my dream, that being a parent won't be as bad as I have always envisioned it to be. He also showed me that my child will one day bring much happiness to some other person's child just as Trevan has brought happiness to my life. It feels good to know that one day I will be able to give someone the gift that Richard and Norma Osborn have given me.
Again, those of you who know me, know that I am in no rush to have children. The idea of screaming my head off for hours and hours while this person comes out of the inner most part of my body does not fill me with warm fuzzy feelings! A month ago I was actually late, and I almost died when I realized that I might be pregnant. "I AM NOT READY", was the only thing that kept on flashing through my mind. Fortunately, it was a false alarm!
Both Trevan and I seem to be on the same page with the whole "not ready" thing. See, it's not only the birth pains that I am afraid of. It is the years of not knowing what choices my child will make...Will they be nice children or will they fight with other kids? Will they make friends easily or be outcasts of society? Will they marry someone that we can all embrace or will they be weird? The uncertainties go on and on.
Yesterday, we ran into a friend of ours that had a baby back in January. Since I had not seen the baby I was excited to finally meet her. My heart melted at the sight of her big gray eyes and her huge cheeks...Later that night I dreamt that we were pregnant and that our baby looked exactly like my friends baby. Trevan and I were extremely happy and comfortable with our new status as parents. When I woke up this morning I was at peace with the idea of one day being a mother.
Stop right there! I know many of you are breaking out the sparkling cider to celebrate the fact that I want a baby (Darlene, Mom, Mrs. Osborn, Rosie). Let me just put that cork right back in its place for you. We are still on the seven year plan! God just happened to reveal to me in my dream, that being a parent won't be as bad as I have always envisioned it to be. He also showed me that my child will one day bring much happiness to some other person's child just as Trevan has brought happiness to my life. It feels good to know that one day I will be able to give someone the gift that Richard and Norma Osborn have given me.
Friday, July 28, 2006
On Food
Although I have nothing profound to say on the subject of food, I will admit...I love eating! For those of you that know me, this is no new revelation. You pretty much know that the only reason I exercise is to stop myself from becoming a balloon.
Lately, I have also developed an obsession with cooking. Not that that obsession translates into actual, tangible food, but I have dreamt up a bunch of recipes in the last couple days that I am dying to try, but haven't the time to make a reality.
The reason I am posting this blog is that I hope you will e-mail me some interesting recipes that you come across, and also to tell you about the link that I have on the sidebar to create your own veggie loaf! I think it is a fun site, even if I have not tried making any of them.
I also love going out to eat...My favorite types of foods are Italian, Chinese and Spanish! So I would really value some good recipes or some good invites!
Lately, I have also developed an obsession with cooking. Not that that obsession translates into actual, tangible food, but I have dreamt up a bunch of recipes in the last couple days that I am dying to try, but haven't the time to make a reality.
The reason I am posting this blog is that I hope you will e-mail me some interesting recipes that you come across, and also to tell you about the link that I have on the sidebar to create your own veggie loaf! I think it is a fun site, even if I have not tried making any of them.
I also love going out to eat...My favorite types of foods are Italian, Chinese and Spanish! So I would really value some good recipes or some good invites!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
On Unsatisfactory Lives
Trevan and I finally saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Apart from ending in a shameless plug for the final installment of the trilogy set to be released on May 25, 2007, the movie was just what I needed; a journey through a world of magic, adventure and fantasy.
With the music in the background, the Black Pearl sets sail with Captain Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth on their way to rescue Will. I felt it! The wind tussling my hair, the salty cent of the ocean filling my lungs, the swaying of the ship as the waves crash against it. Most of all, I felt the awakening of adventure, danger and mischievous piracy.
Why is it so easy for me to transport myself to ficticious worlds where danger and adventure seem to be what days are made of? Why do I yearn to live in a world where I am chased by a pirate who is neither dead nor alive for he yanked out his heart and buried it in a chest? Is it possibly that I crave this adventure because living in such a world seems less dangerous to my sanity than going to my boring job and living a routine existence?
Every single person I know has at some point in their lives complained about something that threatened to ruin their happiness here on earth. A job, a relationship, a house, a neighborhood...The list goes on.
Why then has no one done anything about it? Why don't I quit the job that keeps sucking the life out of me with its monotony? Could it be that I, like so many others have realized that the grass is not really greener on the other side? That after I find a new job there will be other things to threaten my happiness? Or is the reason more sinister? Maybe I do not try to change the things I hate because I want something to complain about. Almost as if complaining will make the unsatisfactory bearable.
With the music in the background, the Black Pearl sets sail with Captain Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth on their way to rescue Will. I felt it! The wind tussling my hair, the salty cent of the ocean filling my lungs, the swaying of the ship as the waves crash against it. Most of all, I felt the awakening of adventure, danger and mischievous piracy.
Why is it so easy for me to transport myself to ficticious worlds where danger and adventure seem to be what days are made of? Why do I yearn to live in a world where I am chased by a pirate who is neither dead nor alive for he yanked out his heart and buried it in a chest? Is it possibly that I crave this adventure because living in such a world seems less dangerous to my sanity than going to my boring job and living a routine existence?
Every single person I know has at some point in their lives complained about something that threatened to ruin their happiness here on earth. A job, a relationship, a house, a neighborhood...The list goes on.
Why then has no one done anything about it? Why don't I quit the job that keeps sucking the life out of me with its monotony? Could it be that I, like so many others have realized that the grass is not really greener on the other side? That after I find a new job there will be other things to threaten my happiness? Or is the reason more sinister? Maybe I do not try to change the things I hate because I want something to complain about. Almost as if complaining will make the unsatisfactory bearable.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
On Anger and Love
During the last couple days I have been reading Bonhoeffer's The Cost of Discipleship. As I read his thoughts on the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5), I was truly convicted of my sin. Although I am trying to work on certain serious character deficiencies that seem to plague my existence, there is one in particular that always creeps back into my subconscious every time I think I am close to my goal. Anger! I can hold grudges for a lifetime! I know this for a fact :)
Matthew 5:22 says, "But I say to you that if you are angry with a brother or sister, you will be liable of the judgment; and if you insult a brother or a sister, you will be liable to the council; and if you say 'You fool', you will be liable to the hell of fire." How many times have I insulted those who wronged me behind their backs? I have seldom confronted them face to face as a mature adult would. Instead, I brood and confess my anger to Trevan and all my loyal band of friends.
To you I direct these thoughts. You who out of loyalty to our relationship have bowed to avenge those who hurt me by cutting them out of your lives. You know who you are! Many times I have done the same for you. There is no fury like that of a loyal friend who defends a wounded friends honor. Wholeheartedly I thank you for your allegiance and loyalty, as in the same breath I ask for your forgiveness. The command of God is to "love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" (Matt 5:44). I have caused you to sin against God's law by "sharing" my hurt pride with you knowing your reaction will be anger.
My desire to "get back" at an offender and your desire to "back me up" has been to the defeat of us all. I now ask that your allegiance be to God and His requirement that we live above the world and its standards. Please help me to brush off insulting behavior and remember that my glory is in being a child of God.
Love you guys!
Matthew 5:22 says, "But I say to you that if you are angry with a brother or sister, you will be liable of the judgment; and if you insult a brother or a sister, you will be liable to the council; and if you say 'You fool', you will be liable to the hell of fire." How many times have I insulted those who wronged me behind their backs? I have seldom confronted them face to face as a mature adult would. Instead, I brood and confess my anger to Trevan and all my loyal band of friends.
To you I direct these thoughts. You who out of loyalty to our relationship have bowed to avenge those who hurt me by cutting them out of your lives. You know who you are! Many times I have done the same for you. There is no fury like that of a loyal friend who defends a wounded friends honor. Wholeheartedly I thank you for your allegiance and loyalty, as in the same breath I ask for your forgiveness. The command of God is to "love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" (Matt 5:44). I have caused you to sin against God's law by "sharing" my hurt pride with you knowing your reaction will be anger.
My desire to "get back" at an offender and your desire to "back me up" has been to the defeat of us all. I now ask that your allegiance be to God and His requirement that we live above the world and its standards. Please help me to brush off insulting behavior and remember that my glory is in being a child of God.
Love you guys!
Monday, July 17, 2006
On Global Warming
Alan is a retired Lutheran pastor that lives in our apartment complex. He was recently in an accident that resulted in a broken leg and a totaled car for him. Trevan and I offered to help him in whatever way possible. At first his request seemed simple enough; he wanted us to take him to watch "An inconvenient truth", the Al Gore movie dealing with global warming.
I say at first because as the movie began and ignorance dissipated from my mind, anger set in and took over my being. Questions began plaguing me. Why was the current administration ignoring such blatant signs that something is wrong? Why are Americans being led to believe that the problem is not urgent or relevant? Am I part of the problem? I'm certainly not part of the solution...
There is this fear that resides deep inside me. Something that tells me I have not done enough; not for the environment, not for God, not for myself. As the movie progressed I realized that I have been sitting in self-imposed darkness as the world around me gradually but inevitably collapses.
What is my stand then? What will I do to correct years of damage on the environment? I will change my behavior! The United States contributes over 30% of pollutants that lead to global warming. I do not have to be one of the many Americans who live in denial. Here is a list of things I can do to stop my personal carbon dioxide output. Please join me!
I say at first because as the movie began and ignorance dissipated from my mind, anger set in and took over my being. Questions began plaguing me. Why was the current administration ignoring such blatant signs that something is wrong? Why are Americans being led to believe that the problem is not urgent or relevant? Am I part of the problem? I'm certainly not part of the solution...
There is this fear that resides deep inside me. Something that tells me I have not done enough; not for the environment, not for God, not for myself. As the movie progressed I realized that I have been sitting in self-imposed darkness as the world around me gradually but inevitably collapses.
What is my stand then? What will I do to correct years of damage on the environment? I will change my behavior! The United States contributes over 30% of pollutants that lead to global warming. I do not have to be one of the many Americans who live in denial. Here is a list of things I can do to stop my personal carbon dioxide output. Please join me!
- Purchase appliances that have an Energy Star seal.
- Instead of regular light bulbs use Compact fluorescent ones that use lots less energy.
- Use less hot water.
- Unplug electronic devices from walls when you are not using them.
- RECYCLE: for recycling information in your area call 1-877-327-84911.
- Plant a tree.
- When you purchase your next car, make sure it is a zero-emissions or a hybrid.
- Turn your thermostat down 2 degrees in the winter and up 2 degrees in the summer.
For more information visit www.climatecrisis.net and learn how you can help prevent a catastrophe. Remember: ignorance is bliss, but consequences aren't.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
On weddings
I've always had the sneaking suspicion that weddings cast some enchanting spell upon those involved even weeks before the festivities begin. This suspicion was proven true last weekend at Heather's (Trev's sister) wedding. The wedding took place in the Bay area at a majestic old mansion. Trevan did the homily and I was in the wedding party. About two months before the wedding I began to look forward to it with such anticipation it almost paralleled my own wedding excitement. Trevan and I even joined the gym to try to look better for this wonderful occasion...Ok, I joined to look better in my dress, Trev joined to be
"healthier". At any rate, all the preparation for this wedding got me thinking about the ease with which we fall under the "wedding spell".
Once the wedding festivities began I noticed, with amusement, the effects this "spell" was having on everyone. Ladies walked around with perfectly manicured and pedicured nails, new outfits and elaborate accessories to accompany these outfits. Guys were wearing tuxedos, pulling out chairs for women they were not interested in, and complaining about their shoes - yes, they complain about uncomfortable shoes too.
Trevan and I completely ignored out lack of rhythm and joined other good Adventist (including Trev's parents) in dancing to Beyonce's Crazy and MC Hammer's "Can't touch this" among other songs.
The festivities even got to Trev's 96 year-old grandma Keough who wanted some Champaign
even though she has never had alcohol in her entire life. Trevan assured me she was simply joking when she said that, but I wonder if the spell got to her too!
Although I kept telling myself that this departure from my good breeding was for the sake of the happy couple, it sounded more like rationalization than reality. The bottom line is that the beauty of weddings is that they allow us to blame someone else - the happy couple - for our conduct. Whether it was having to pay $50 for a hair cut, or $40 for shoes, or dancing like a total fool, we allow ourselves to truly embrace life because at no other time can we blame someone else for our indulgence...Maybe pregnancy is the only other time women can blame their behavior on someone else.
"healthier". At any rate, all the preparation for this wedding got me thinking about the ease with which we fall under the "wedding spell".Once the wedding festivities began I noticed, with amusement, the effects this "spell" was having on everyone. Ladies walked around with perfectly manicured and pedicured nails, new outfits and elaborate accessories to accompany these outfits. Guys were wearing tuxedos, pulling out chairs for women they were not interested in, and complaining about their shoes - yes, they complain about uncomfortable shoes too.
Trevan and I completely ignored out lack of rhythm and joined other good Adventist (including Trev's parents) in dancing to Beyonce's Crazy and MC Hammer's "Can't touch this" among other songs.
The festivities even got to Trev's 96 year-old grandma Keough who wanted some Champaign
even though she has never had alcohol in her entire life. Trevan assured me she was simply joking when she said that, but I wonder if the spell got to her too!Although I kept telling myself that this departure from my good breeding was for the sake of the happy couple, it sounded more like rationalization than reality. The bottom line is that the beauty of weddings is that they allow us to blame someone else - the happy couple - for our conduct. Whether it was having to pay $50 for a hair cut, or $40 for shoes, or dancing like a total fool, we allow ourselves to truly embrace life because at no other time can we blame someone else for our indulgence...Maybe pregnancy is the only other time women can blame their behavior on someone else.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
On Blogging
Immersing myself into something new has never been easy for me. As a private person by nature, the idea of posting random ramblings about my life on a site that can virtually be viewed by anyone in the world does seem a bit overwhelming. This blog was born of a desire deep inside me to be more organized with my thoughts and more open to life.
That said, the idea of publishing my first post on my very own blog adds unnecessary pressure to the very life I am trying to live. I have been debating over the best way to start off my blog. After all, if what I post is not interesting or witty enough people might think that I am not that smart, and wonder why on earth I thought I was ready for the blogging world! Pressure. On the other hand, it seems very unlikely that you will stumble upon this blog by some freak of nature. Saving me from the worries of just everyone reading what I have to say!
So with these conflicting feelings I set out to write down my thoughts on various subjects and see what this blogging experience has in store for me!
That said, the idea of publishing my first post on my very own blog adds unnecessary pressure to the very life I am trying to live. I have been debating over the best way to start off my blog. After all, if what I post is not interesting or witty enough people might think that I am not that smart, and wonder why on earth I thought I was ready for the blogging world! Pressure. On the other hand, it seems very unlikely that you will stumble upon this blog by some freak of nature. Saving me from the worries of just everyone reading what I have to say!
So with these conflicting feelings I set out to write down my thoughts on various subjects and see what this blogging experience has in store for me!
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