Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Voting for Shoes

Calling all obliging friends. The photo of a little blonde-headed boy is up on a kids' footwear site. There are thousands of other cute faces there too. We entered a contest to win a $700 gift certificate for shoes from the company. While visions of Levi walking in-style float through my head, we know of other cute faces down the road from us who wear misfitting, ratty shoes every day. But, by our estimates, a $700 gift certificate could allow at least thirteen kids to wear the highest quality shoes for their developing feet.
Here's where the obliging comes in. We'd love to at least share the opportunity with you for Levi and twelve others to get a pair of shoes for winter. Voting starts tonight and goes through October 2nd. You can vote once per day.

Visit the website here, search for Levi and keep clicking through October 2nd.

{Thank you sweet Laurin McDowell for your pic of our boy.}

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Diary of a Week

Because a smorgasbord of things filled last week, we'll share our "diary" of sorts to catalog them for you.

While most days are filled with people floating in and out of our house, lunch dates in the cafeteria and nap times in the afternoon, this day looked a lot more like running full speed in all directions. First up was breakfast and pictures by our sweet friend Sarah. Love this incredibly talented girl! Check out her website here.

Next came preparations for Levi to stay with Nana and Grandpa and for us to pull an all-nighter. Forty people would join us and twelve would make it all the way to sunrise. We prayed through the night and didn't even get sleepy. It was Jason's first time ever staying awake that long. (He's not a night person and that is an understatement.)

It truly was an awesome under-the-stars, around-the-campfire, huddled-in-prayer-cabins night of prayer!

To be wide-eyed all night, we crashed hard. Bodies were not meant to be up all day and all night. It will probably take ours a few days to recalibrate.

Cartwheels and Spiritual Emphasis, a perfect combination. Maybe next time we'll be doing the cartwheels after spiritual emphasis though I think many could have after the awesome sense of God's presence among us. Here we're trying to teach a few girls the lost art of cartwheeling.

Farewell visit to Levi's great-grandparents soon departing for Florida then Spiritual Emphasis today with a family date to Chick-fil-a just before.

Tuesday. Major soreness. Entering the second week of P90X with college girls has my quads yelling at me with every move. An hour of plyometrics will do that to a never-been-in-shape-in-my-life body. This stuff is INTENSE and ever so bonding as you lay covered in sweat dying alongside other girls.

Homemade scones and back-to-back-to-back meetings with friends and students. It's one-on-one week with resident assistants and that means meeting with eight different students in one week besides other planned and mandatory meetings. And don't forget Wednesday night Bible and prayer at our place. Add mozzarella sticks with marinara for dipping and it's a good, good night.

Levi is doing so much these days. We have a milestone video coming sometime next week but besides communicating like crazy, today he learned to make soup. The toilet was his pot and his hand the spoon. : (
(Sorry Misty and Jacob. I didn't know how to throughly clean a plush toy. Peanut man met trash man.)

Every night this week we were in bed at midnight or after with lots of other things we didn't even record here. But this night was for more good reasons such as a late night talk hearing someone's story and final preparations for a prayer retreat for women from our church. So glad to finally have finished the video for the event and have all speaking notes down. One day you just might read my obituary with cause of death, procrastination.

Now for the weekend. The prayer retreat, Grammy and Grandpa Harrell arriving from Georgia, and of course, the Clemson game. Happy weekending!

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Bekah Boom

Two states away a girl is unpacking a car and a trailer full of boxes. Three years ago she packed them in brokenness and fear wondering what a job far away from family might hold. It was far from easy. And during the darkest time just months ago, God's promises were still true.

On Sunday I strapped on my special occasion shoes. The ones from downtown Jerusalem for my twenty-seventh birthday. I drove two hours and arrived just in time to celebrate the ending and beginning of a season. After ten years working with a company, being demoted and much injustice, her career was in shambles. And the breaking seemed too much. But God had promised. Never will I leave you. And out of the blue she received a call of apology and a vote of confidence. Manager. The word she'd been longing to hear but knew she never would. Pack your bags. It's a new season. You will be a manager.

So today I celebrate the mile high boxes and new season of hope for my "Bekah Boom". Few things are better than celebrating with the one who's wept with you, believed with you and held on with you through the storms. Today the sun is breaking through, and I am filled with joy for God's promises made visible.