Thursday, August 26, 2010

Today and Some Yesterdays

Today we ran from 6 a.m. to now, 9:30 p.m. 

We got this beauty that now sits beside the van.  Jason believes the manliness of a jeep makes up for what the van lacks.  I’m a huge jeep fan so I can’t argue.  There’s no seat belt in the back yet but by tomorrow I’m pretty sure one will appear so Levi can ride in style.


Today we also got the best news EVER.  Friends who are adopting and needed an absolute miracle in their court case got it.  Elated is not even the word!  God has been and is faithful as people cried out. 

Last week was the first week of school.  Welcoming back a full house, we had our first Frifest (Friday Festivity).  Tie-dye and a cookout for starters.  Tomorrow a slip-n-slide on the steepest hill on campus with water, soap and baby oil.  We’ll take pictures…but not of the broken appendages that are quite, quite possible.  ;O 

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Jason added barber to his list of talents.  As if he’d need any more.  He’s good at just about everything…including cutting pineapple and making pigs in a blanket (which I needed for a shower today and he made singlehandedly!  Thank you, thank you!)


And for today, as embarrassing as it is, I owe an apology.  If you were driving a silver car compact car in Pendleton and pulled behind my mini-van in the bank parking lot, my attitude was rotten.  I’m sorry.  I did feel convicted when I threw the car into drive (which set the wipers and fluid into motion) and squealed out.  I took it out on you.  An hour of a crying baby broke me down, but needless to say, so sorry.  Next time I’ll just spin my head in circles and skip the wheelies.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Mama Sloth and the Grumpy Cheetah

{Caution for this post-  Everything seems funnier at 2 a.m.}

If our lives were a cartoon,

this would have been last night’s show.

The camera zooms in on the ticking clock.  One thirty a.m.  You can see baby arms waving over the crib slats.  It’s time to eat…again.

Sleepy Mama Sloth cradles baby in the rocker of his dimly lit nursery.    Suddenly a black shadow emerges.  Mama Sloth’s face becomes alive with alarm and wobbly lines appear beside her brow (fear).  Cold sweat begins propelling itself from her body. 

A roach is visiting in the darkness.

    She grimaces and at lightning speed (for a sloth) does an exaggerated tiptoe to the next room to find a mammoth black shoe (or Daddy Cheetah’s favorite Chaco).  All with baby in tow.  Dropping baby into the crib, Mama begins a game of checker-like movements with the dark intruder, sweat still flying. 

Finally, the intruder scurries under the trash can lid.   Mama Sloth extends her pointer finger.  Up flies the lid.  Now hunched over, she cautiously searches.  The dark monster appears in a flash, Mama jumps and he scurries under the lip.  All too fast for Mama who’s shoe-filled hand falls limp beside her body.  She needs backup. 

Little arms flail in the background as the solemn march begins. 

Cautiously, politely, she nudges.  Daddy Cheetah’s eyes barely open to slits.  Mumbling and brow furrowing ensues. Then with a not-so-happy jerk of the covers, he’s up.   

In one swoop Daddy examines the lid, determines the dark monster to be lurking in the deep, ties up the bag and sweeps him out to the kitchen.  Mama Sloth has only managed to blink. 

Daddy Cheetah stalks down the hallway past the doorway muttering grumpy words while Mama still slumps over the can frightful the monster or his coodies got left behind.

As the camera fades Mama rocks baby while in the kitchen, under the glow of the sink light, the sneaky monster scratches and searches for a method of escape.  But Mama, though slow in speed, has impeccable hearing.

Double bagging him before slothing (you know, the walk of sloths) back to bed, Mama Sloth congratulates herself that, yes indeed, she has saved the night after all.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

The Latest

As promised, the lessons from camp and the news from the 11th.

This summer I started seeking depth.  Friends have talked about amazing encounters with God.  Fresh waves of his spirit. 

I knew it.  There has to be more. 

More than wishing changes in my life.  More than reading about Acts kind of power.  More than mustering weak boldness.  So after prayer for more, I am entering the adventure of finding what I have been seeking.  An excerpt from my journal: 

This week I've found purpose and peace in a calling God placed in my DNA long ago. Following that I've been infused with a newfound boldness that is still being worked through me. Boldness to take God at His Word. Boldness to refuse to miss a day away from His Word. Boldness to speak the Truth in love.  Boldness to have confidence.

And last night the boldness turned to outrage. I felt like I saw decisions in someone else's life for what they were, compromise. God is not an auctioneer or market seller to be haggled down on the price He calls us to pay when we follow. We try to get by paying the lowest thinking we've made a deal but, really, we've forfeited the treasure.

This is what I know: 

God's Word stands firm. It's trustworthy. Useful for exhorting, correcting, teaching. We must be renewed by it daily or we start buying lies and being robbed of really living.

God's Spirit teaches the sweetest, deepest lessons. Peace can permeate every fiber of our being if we are walking fresh and humbled before God.

My body is a temple where God's spirit resides. How dare I not take care of it.

Satan's lies come with a glimmer of truth. That's why we buy into them. And Satan often fights in the opposite way of which God tries to work: "Kelley, you are worthless. You have no purpose." While God whispers, "In the fiber of your being I've given you burdens and callings. I set before you opportunities I created you to do. For this time, this place, with these gifts. And what you bring, no matter how little, is so pleasing to me. Let me use you for my namesake."

And what has been placed deep in my DNA is a heart for the underdog.  A heart that comes alive serving with compassion.  So when the opportunity was presented to work with an organization advocating for orphans, after my own God encounter, I agreed. 

Wednesday I sat across a table from a little girl named Caroline and her mom, the director of Caroline’s Promise North Carolina.  There I agreed to be a voice for children by working as director in South Carolina.  I couldn’t be more honored or excited as I’ve heard God say: “I set before you opportunities I created you to do.  For this time, this place, with these gifts.  And what you bring, no matter how little, is so pleasing to me.  Let me use you for my namesake.”


Friday, August 13, 2010

Fall Retreat

A new group, a new year and a new outlook. Here are our favorite snapshots from our RA (Resident Assistant) Retreat and preparation for the arrival of students..which was today! The fabulous 80s photo completed our welcome bulletin board with everything totally, awesomely 80s!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Breaking the Silence

California, Georgia, Indiana, Michigan, North Carolina, South Carolina:  we made the most of July and got some priorities reset in the process.  Wonderful things happened.  Some we’ll share below in pictures.  Some can’t be shared until a few meetings take place and things are official which should be around August 11.  ;)

July in Pictures


Our sweet son did these things:  laughed, started grabbing and holding things, rolled over, sat up (with help), started making raspberry noises and made two long road trips like a pro.




We made a full Azeri meal to surprise our friend in Michigan: Russian salads, plov (rice dish), toyuq (chicken) and even baklava!  It took ALL day!

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Jason made it to the top of Halfdome, again.  Surprising his family, he arrived the same time they did at the San Fran. airport to spend the week hiking with his dad and brother. 



On the friend front, one amazingly talented friend left for six months in China.  She left behind her Canon Rebel camera in exchange for our less flashy, less expensive Sony.  We love that kind of trade!  Now, to work the thing… 

I, Kelley, attended my first Blessingway.  Such a thoughtful tribute ushering my soon-to-be-mama friend into motherhood.  Hoping to host many in the future.Matt&Justine

Matt Tegen and Justine Iskat visited from Haiti and Pennsylvania.






Hortense Camp in South Georgia enriched every fiber of my being. Family, friends, the Word.  Pure goodness.  And a post full of thoughts that will be up soon.


But July flew by and now it’s August.  Our Fall RA retreat starts Friday.  Resident assistants start arriving today.  Shopping carts full of food come tomorrow.  Then time away at Mrs. Coleman’s beautiful mountain house.   Welcome August!