Monday, June 03, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
As I sat in Starbucks last night working on both of my Bible studies, I had to smile- at my life, the company I was keeping, God’s timing, the lessons I’ve been learning of late.
A year ago, you probably wouldn’t have found me at Starbucks,
or working on Bible Study homework,
or even with either of my friends I was sitting with last night, Em and Bets,
or making birthday plans over Twitter with two of my awesome Bible Study gals, Jen and Mindy.
A year ago, I didn’t hang out at Starbucks (Emily, pick your jaw up off the floor). I wasn’t in one Bible Study, let alone two. I had met but wasn’t really friends with Em or Bets yet. I hadn’t even met Jen and Mindy yet! Gosh--- how a year does change things!
After a moment of quiet thanksgiving prayer to God for bringing all four of the ladies into my life when He knew I needed friends like them, I turned to my Bible Study and immediately my glance fell to a sentence in Karen Ehman’s book, Let.It.Go –
“Catching up with the Joneses is a never-ending run on the treadmill of dissatisfaction.”- Pg. 186
It’s not a long sentence, but the impact of it still hit me. In my Thursday night Bible Study, we were discussing how years ago, our grandparents/great-grandparents were not constantly influenced by Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/blogs. They didn’t exist. Sure, maybe they saw their friends once a week at church (or hey, Bible Study!) and caught up on each other’s lives. It’s different today—every day, for most of us, we are reading and looking at a constant stream of what our “friends” (c’mon, admit it…you are not in-real-life-awesome friends with EVERYONE on your Facebook friend list, are you?) are up to.
Where so-and-so is on vacation.
What huge tv someone just bought.
Someone from college getting married.
A friend announcing a pregnancy (their fourth baby, if I’m counting).
It’s everywhere. It is SO easy to compare- after all, the grass is always greener, right? If I allow it to, all of this wonderful news for my friends can make me green with envy! And while I’m being honest with you, I’m a jealous person when it comes to friends. I try not to be, but all I’ve ever wanted to be is a mom- of many kids, from nations around the world. A mom, raising kiddos—like almost ALL of my friends from college are doing, by the way. Is that too much to ask for, God? After all, friends 1-200 on Facebook from college are married with kids. Why not ME?!
As I moved on to my study guide, I knew immediately why not me. The question asked what God may be trying to teach me that I wouldn’t be learning if God suddenly plucked me out of my current situation and into the one I had picked as perfect for myself…
Well…I’ll be shaken a bit by God—wake up, girlie!
If I married out of college, I wouldn’t be sitting in Starbucks with two of my best friends, now would I? Probably not, since it would seem extremely unlikely that I’d know them! The same for Jen and Mindy- I met them through a Bible Study last fall, a Bible Study I joined to help me get through a long, cold, possibly lonely winter because I don’t have a husband and those kids I dream about yet.
I love my life most of the time. I am happy. I am busy. I enjoy work and the kids I babysit for.
And most of all?
I am so, very, extremely thankful for the friends God has brought into my life in the last year or so. A life that is crafted for me, by God- placing me in the city, in the job, in the lives of people I am to be in contact with. A life that is one-of-a-kind and exclusively crafted for me to be content and happy with, because it is part of God’s plan for me!
Friday, February 08, 2013
Immediately after ringing the doorbell, I heard the screams and yelps of joy.
“Bethany’s here! Bethany’s here!”
A towheaded little boy face appeared in the window- so tall now, almost three years after we first met. I saw him through his terrible threes and fearsome fours, guided him into his thankfully calmer fives before leaving their family. His younger brother appeared beside him, arms extended, babbling on about “two” (his age), “choo choooo” (trains, his favorite pastime), then bidding his mother goodbye- dismissing her from the house although she had no plans to leave. Their older sister arrived by the door, her years of dance classes I drove her to evident by her prancing feet and bouncing hair. She pressed a chocolate Valentine mouse into my hand, announcing that all three of them had worked on it together, for me.
Three kids, all different and yet all so close to my heart—after all, they were a huge part of my life for almost two years, so many bus stop runs (always running after the bus, that is), skinned knees, stern discipline talks, giggly fits of laughter that I can’t even begin to count.
As I introduced myself to the new nanny, now a good six months into the job, little A proclaimed, so excited he was literally bouncing,
“It is so nice that I get to see BOTH of my nannies in the SAME DAY!”
We spent an hour reminiscing about our multiple trips to the zoo, library story times, science center visits and park picnics with our friends. The two boys took turns in my lap, hugging tightly, letting go and then peering into my eyes, playing with my hair in between bites of pizza. The phrase “remember when?” must have been spoken at least twenty times before it was time for me to leave, off into the night. As I climbed into my car, warm tears welled in my eyes, so thankful for a night with my cute little valentines.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Have you decorated for the holidays yet? Will you?
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I’ve begun many blog posts over the past few months. With a full time job and then job searching most of the summer on top of it, blogging hasn’t been a priority in my life. I will be honest, in the beginning I didn’t miss it much at all- but as the months went by I’ve felt drawn back to it.
What to write though? Lots has changed, and yet not much at all. Friends have been made, and lost. Trips have been taken, new family members have been added, there is a new job and new babysitting clients. Summer passed and fall is almost at its end as well. Winter can be such a dark, gloomy season of life for me and it is likely that I will spend more time at home—so I’m back, for the time being. I considered scrapping this blog for good, beginning another one, but the past few years of my life are chronicled on this blog, why leave that behind?
With that said, here are some cute baby pictures for you. In April, I became an aunt when my sister had baby Joseph. He is now seven months old and still adorable. He lives out of the country, so I don’t see him as often as I’d like to—because let’s face it, I could visit him every day and not grow tired! However, I was home for Thanksgiving last week and so were they, so I gobbled (haha, get it? yes, I’m a dork) him right up.
Here’s to back-to-blogging, maybe?
Monday, August 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
(front row): Leigh Anne, Katie, Holly
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The second village we visited in Guatemala was a unique one. Of the four we visited, this one was the most exuberant! As soon as our feet touched the ground after leaving our bus, we were showered, and I do mean SHOWERED, in confetti. I have never seen so much confetti in my life!
In addition to the confetti, we were also treated to a parade on our way to the local CFCA center. We ended up joining the parade as music was played and children cheered, danced, and clapped for us. They were excited to have visitors!
Once we came to the center, we were treated to more confetti inside and even MORE inside. We had it everywhere—even days later it was found in our hair, in our clothes, all over our bus!
This center was where we felt the most heat. I’m pretty sure I sweated more the day of this village visit than the rest of our time in Guatemala! They set us up at a long table in front of the stage- as in most of the villages, the residents sat behind us…we felt like undeserving celebrities!
We were treated to dances and songs from the local kids and definitely experienced more of the Mayan culture in this village. I don’t really know how to explain it, other than it had a different cultural feel! There were dances with masks and animals, something we didn’t see anywhere else.
We heard from the mother of this little boy, who (if you can believe it!) is ten years old. He’s suffered with leukemia, if I remember correctly. Through CFCA he was able to get treatment and is doing well.
We were also able to witness as a young boy and two elderly people received a wheelchair and walkers, respectively. The elderly lady, oh bless her heart! She kept thanking us for her gift, over and over—even though from what we could tell, she has arthritis badly in her hands and may struggle to use it.
We danced a lot, and then the mothers came out in mobs as they wanted us to take pictures with their children. When we asked one of the leaders why this was, since we wouldn’t be able to send each family copies of the pictures, they told us the moms want to make sure we remember and pray for their children.
There are our faithful police followers- told you they were with us all the time!
Until next time…