I haven’t forgotten my Alaska post.  I’m just not feeling it right now but I do want to write.  This actually came to mind when we were flying from San Fran to Seattle to Anchorage.  This is the shot I took that I felt captured what I was thinking:

It’s so easy for me to get caught up in my problems, my worries, my life.  And I think this is a pretty human tendency, to be self-absorbed to one degree or another.  It’s when I step back and let myself see through the eyes of the bigger picture, or through someone else’s situation, that I gain a little perspective on my own baggage.  It’s amazing what a difference that makes.  My problem can seem so small, so miniscule that I hardly know why I’ve noticed it at all.

My life is so full of blessing, but sometimes I lose sight of it, caught up in the junk of daily life.  There are so many things to worry about, so many things that capture my attention.  Why do I let them?  I want to live a life full of the right perspective, one that is focused on things that matter, eternal things.  I want to have joy, genuine and full.

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not much more valuable than they?  Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? – Matthew 6:25-27



I’m on my last few shifts with the hospital.  One today and tomorrow, and three hours on Saturday.  I still can’t believe I’m leaving, even though I’ve had three weeks to soak it in.  My new job with the county starts on Monday and I can’t wait to jump into this next new thing.  I am nervous, seeing as this is a completely new set of expectations and responsibilities.  But even though I’ll miss everyone here, I’m definitely looking forward to a normalized sleep and life schedule.  And I’ll be off nights, weekends, and holidays (major bonus).  And while I won’t have a stretch of four or fives days off, hopefully my life will be less crazy feeling.  The sound of sirens or my phone ringing won’t put me in a panic, and I won’t have to deal with physical sores and cuts (which kind of make me queasy). 

I have no illusions that I won’t have to deal with emotional and otherwise invisible wounds; people are broken, whether it’s totally apparent or not.  What I really look forward to is being able to build relationships with my clients, being able to see their progress and really see the affect I’m having on their lives.  I feel like so many people come to the ER because there are non-physical hurts that they are either unable or unwilling to identify.  Maybe I’m being naïve, but I think things will be different and I’m excited.


I was driving home from work a few weeks ago and couldn’t resist this shot.  Time fascinates me, how the signs change, how our days get “longer” and “shorter” depending on where we are in the year.  I’ve loved getting off at 5am and coming home to this.  There’s something so magical about being able to see the effects of the sun before it becomes completely visible.  I love the cool, crisp air before it’s warmed by the rays.  It makes me think of camp and how I would watch the dew evaporate from the blades of grass, trees, rooftops.  Being there to greet the sun as it begins its journey across the sky is a beautiful thing.  It gives me goosebumps, how magical it is.


was beautiful.  I sat on the porch for a few hours, soaked up some much needed rays, and enjoyed the warmth and smell of sunshine on my skin.  This is how Spring should be every day.


I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood.  I’m sad to say that I don’t remember a lot of it, just lots of sunshine and happiness (and rainbows and unicorns. . .kinda).  As far as memories go, I suppose it’s not a bad thing that I don’t have any traumatic stories to share. 

Sundays were the highlight of my week because that meant hanging out with a friend or two after church.  It also meant warm egg sandwiches.  My dad liked to make them for us and then wrap them up in plastic wrap.  He’d also hold our clothes over the heater so that we didn’t have to leave our warm bed for cold clothing.  I distinctly remember how we would press the sandwiches up to our face in the hopes it would warm us too.  I don’t know why that sticks out so strongly in my mind, maybe because it highlights so poignantly how Dad took care of me.

I’ve also been watching how other children are being raised, and thinking about the kinds of experiences I want my own children to have.  I really like this blog, her parenting style is so magical, I would love to be her child.  I’ve been yearning to go back to that magical age of innocence, to a time where life was new and wonderful, where things just rolled off like water and the only thing I had to worry about was not having enough sunlight to play outside.  I wish I could tell children how important their experiences are Right Now.  I wish I could make them understand how special and unique their perspective is and to really hold on to what they have and think and feel.  I really wish I could impress upon them how beautiful they are and how they make the world a better place.  But if they really understood that, they wouldn’t be children.

This has also made me think about how I want to live my life, what kind of legacy I want to leave behind.  I hope that I have many more decades on this earth but I want to make Now count just as much as the rest.  I want to live a life full of whimsy, full of color and joy.  I really want to create and inspire and Live.  My hands are itching to build and stretch and bring new life.  My head is swimming with ideas and my desire to travel and experience and Change the World is making me jittery.  Oh man, I am ready to jump into whatever’s headed my way.  And I’m so excited.


(click on picture to see on Amazon)

I’m so excited because I just got this book on Thursday and just in flipping through the pages my head is spinning with gift ideas.  I’m already thinking of what I could use as Christmas gifts this year and I’m so stoked about getting elbow deep in projects.  I’ve already finished one of the projects (I made two actually) but I can’t quite share because they are a gift.  After I’ve given the gift I’ll blog about it.

I was talking with my dad today about how much crafting has meant to me over the years.  When I was 9 my mom enrolled me in a sewing class that I ended up sticking with for 6 years.  The teacher was amazing, just someone who opened up her home to pass on her love of all things fabric/yarn related.  She was so talented and really had a passion for what she did.  I’m so blessed to have that foundation to build off of and I’m happy to have the time to really do what I love.  I also got an awesome book for Christmas frmo my in-laws and between the two books I’ll be busy for a while.  Plus, I have some ideas on what future projects I want to do without the aid of a pattern.  I’m excited to share those with you.

(you know the drill)

just kidding

How is it already April?  I can’t believe how quickly this year is flying by. 

This morning when I was walking out to my car after my shift, I heard a bird’s sweet song.  It lifted my heart to hear it, so carefree and joyful.  I have missed hearing it this winter and I’m so excited for the bloom of spring to really hit full force.  I’m not so excited about allergies but I think the beauty of spring and the way it lifts my spirit will far outshine any annoying sneezing going on.


I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat;
I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink;
I was a stranger, and you invited Me in;
naked, and you clothed Me;
I was sick, and you visited Me;
I was in prison, and you came to Me.

Mathew 25:35, 36

The other day a homeless woman stayed at our place.  This was not my idea but my gracious husband thought it would be nice to offer her a place where she could take a shower and do laundry.  I was not comfortable or happy with the decision but I couldn’t very well tell her no when the offer had been made.  And I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind, both the uncomfortableness of the whole situation and the way I reacted.  On the one hand, I felt unsafe the whole time and I got this feeling that she didn’t like me, on the other, what does the above verse say?  It was a moment where the rubber met the road in a very real way.  Fortunately we didn’t get hazed or anything and we were able to help her stay warm and dry for one night.  I’m still grappling with the whole balance of this calling though, where is that invisible line drawn?  There are organizations out there especially for services like what we offered.  She told us that she didn’t want to be associated with homeless people and that she chose her lifestyle so she could save her money up “for something.”  It’s all very convoluted and not clearcut at all and that’s what frustrates me.  I wish I could say one way or the other what the “right” choice for something like this.  I guess we did the right thing but I’m still not feeling completely at peace about it all.  Oh, life.

he knows me so well

I’m so thankful for my husband.  I love it when he surprises me and does things that show me how well we fit together and how well he knows me.  Today he completely took me by surprise.  I worked until 5am this morning and woke up at 2 when he came home from a trip down south to visit friends and family.  He asked if I wanted to go on a hike and I excitedly said yes.  We walked for about an hour and had a great time.  We had talked about what we wanted to do for lunch and he mentioned that he was in the mood for sandwiches.  I suggested a few places and we decided on Safeway.  As we were walking back to the car he started listing what kind of sandwich I wanted, down to the bread.  I was confused until he opened the trunk and pulled out a bag from Safeway and a bunch of roses.  I was so surprised!  We walked back to the trail head and enjoyed our lunch at a picnic bench.  And he told me that he’d been planning it for weeks.  It was simple and sweet and so perfect.  I love you, my Valentine!

knick knacks

Just stuff.  A smattering of thoughts and randomness floating in my head.

So Jason has heard this story just about every time I’ve told it.  He says it’s my favorite one to tell.  And it’s kind of fun shocking people.  Anyway, it always starts with “how was your Thanksgiving?” and when I follow it by a “it sucked” I get lots of odd glances and furrowed brows.  To explain.  I went to work, which means I didn’t get to spend it with family, which already puts it on the low end of the scale as far as Thanksgiving experiences go.  Then about 5 hours into the shift I start feeling kinda weird.  I still went around doing my job but I felt sub par.  Around midnight when I took my lunch break is when it started getting really bad.  I ended up spending the whole of my break in the bathroom trying to throw up.  I didn’t.  So when I got back from lunch my co-worker (angel that she is) told me that she was going to go on her lunch and when she got back I could go home.  She asked if I would be alright until she got back and I assured her that I would be.  cough.  So then I’m sitting in my chair, praying that no one comes in because I’ve got my head on the desk because it is way too bright in the room and I’m just not feeling it.  I had enough presence of mind to grab a throw up bag  And I’m glad I did because I started throwing up and the cleaning lady (bless her heart) went and got the nurses who all came out and started asking me all kinds of questions, telling me that I needed to go home.  So I finally did, throwing up on the way (don’t worry, I pulled over).  When I got home I ended up throwing up a whole lot more, at least 10 times in total.  I have never felt so sick in my life.  I considered going back to work and checking in but I really didn’t like the thought of riding in a car in my condition.

As far as terrible Thanksgivings go, I hope that never gets topped.


I’ve got Christmas off.  And I’m excited.  My dad’s side of the family always has a big get-together, lots of great food and wonderful company and I haven’t been able to go in three or four years.  I’m super stoked to be able to hand my gifts to them (all handmade :) and spend lots of great time with them.  I also get to see my friend Steph that I met in Japan.  So far we’ve managed to see each other once a year at least since we met and I’m so happy we’re keeping up the tradition.  And Jason and I are going to see the Nutcracker.  I haven’t seen it in years, it’s gonna be great.  Also in the distant future is a cruise to Alaska with a big family group.   I’ve wanted to go to Alaska for a long time now, more than I want to visit Hawaii.  Everyone goes to Hawaii but not everyone goes to Alaska.  Plus, Alaska’s beauty is more my style.  While I appreciate the tropical beauty Hawaii and the like have to offer, I love the rugged beauty that Alaska holds.  So excited for this trip.


Does Time really heal all wounds?

Must we apply the salve ourselves or does it come automatically?

Because the scars on my heart still aren’t healed

And Time’s had plenty of. . .

Time to work its healing magic

You and You still weigh heavy

I’m ready for you to leave now


It’s almost 4.  I can go home soon.


So.  I love it here, I love that this is where Jason and I first had our start as a married couple, that we’ve developed relationships that are deep and wide.  I love that we are at a church that is Just What We Need.  I love the beauty of this place, the people who make it so, and the memories I have here.


I miss being near family, I miss the warm weather and I miss the special beauty of the places I grew up.  Going home this weekend was amazing.  I got to hang out with both sets of parents and I loved every minute of it.  I only wish we’d had more time together.  I really love my family, the one I was born into and the one I chose, they are amazing, godly people, whose love fills me up and makes life shine.  I’m so thankful for the people God has placed in my life, everywhere I’ve gone.

It’s difficult considering more than one place home.  I feel stretched, like I’m being pulled in different directions at once.  I wish the world was a little smaller, that places weren’t so far away and that my worlds could collide in a very real way.  At the same time, I’m so thankful that I’ve had so many positive experiences with the places I’ve been.  There are too many people who don’t feel at home anywhere and I’m thankful I’m not one of them.


And so ends another 3am rant.  Thanks for listening.


While it’s difficult to work the shift I’m on (6:30p-5a), there’s something magical about it.  I almost feel like I’m part of a special club because I roll out of work when most everyone is sleeping.  Yesterday I did see someone just pulling out of their driveway and wondered where they were headed.  I’ve seen a few houses with lights on, some activity going on within the house.  Most inhabitants are fast asleep though and I like feeling like the only one who’s awake.  It’s like the world doesn’t really exist when you’re sleeping and those who are up during those hours are not really supposed to be there either.  Of course I’ve pulled all-nighters or stayed up really early in the morning, in fact I did it with such regularity growing up that I’m definitely more of a night owl than I am an early bird (why do the two most frequent sayings about sleep patterns have to do with birds?).  I used to stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning when I was in grade school because I just couldn’t put the book I was reading down.  Bad habits die hard.  But it’s different when one is staying up through the night because one is working.  It’s just weird.  I wish I could explain it better than that.  Words are all I have though and this will have to do.


Life.  Is just so interesting.  To move from happiness to complete sorrow is a strange thing.  I’m not in that place right now but I have been before, it is not unfamiliar to me.  Right now, life is good.  Work has been insane and extremely frustrating at times but overall it’s been a great thing.  I’ve stretched and grown so much from the three months I’ve been here.  Just yesterday I had a sweet old lady tell me that I’m doing a great job and that I could make anyone feel better.  I’ve talked to a lot of interesting people, seen lots of sadness and pain (both physical and emotional, I’m not sure which is harder).  One man told me to cherish the moments Jason and I share together, to make sure and have lots of quality time with him, just the two of us.  He had recently lost his wife and said those were the moments he looked back on with fondness.  It is so frustrating to work with people, so rewarding and so painful.  It’s so complicated and so simple.  I’m so thankful for the growing that’s been happening within me.  I miss my old job, the one where (as Jason likes to put it) I "played with kids all day."  Some may have not considered that a real job, but to those who are parents, they understand that hanging out with kids all day is exhausting and it is a full-time job.  I miss the carefreeness of the kids, of being able to play and create relationships with all of those precious ones.  I recently looked at the pictures I’ve taken over the years while on the job.  My heart ached to see those smiling faces and to remember the times we shared.  I long to go back to that place.  But I understand that’s not where I’m meant to be right now.  I doubt I’ll ever find a place quite like it, but I’ll cherish those moments we had, like that man told me.

Also, I hope to never be calloused to the pain and suffering and humanity of those who walk through the hospital doors.  It’s easy to get caught up in the irritating qualities of patients or their family members, but I have to remember they are like me, flawed, human, and hurting.  They have passions, loves and, heartache.  I just need to keep that in the forefront of my mind.


(To whoever read this: thanks for putting up with my half-awake rant, I just wanted to write and this is what happened.)

& sons

We went to a Mumford & Sons concert on Wednesday.  Oh my.  It was amazing.  It’s always really iffy whether a band is still good live and I’m please to say that Mumford & Sons can put on a great show.  What really struck me is that it was almost a spiritual experience to join them in song.  There is something so beautiful and enchanting about music, it speaks to our souls and I believe it can bring people together like nothing else can.  Two songs especially gave me goosebumps.  As soon as those opening chords began the audience was cheering and making joyous noise.  And we sang through it all.  I can’t imagine what it’s like to have so many voices singing a song you wrote, to share your passion and have it returned to you many times over.

This first video is especially awesome because it looks quite similar to the venue where the show was, they even had the strings of lights hanging from the balcony.  Just a warning if you haven’t heard the song, the f-word is used in the chorus.

a tribute

To “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World” (the movie, we haven’t read the comics).

Meet Knives Shadow Faux:

I happened upon her on my way home from work at 5am on Saturday.  I knew that I couldn’t leave her outside to be hit by a car and it was too early to go knocking on people’s doors to find if she had an owner.  When I got home Jason was sleeping (of course, it was 5:30 by this time) and I woke him up to introduce him to the newest member of our family.  I ended up going back out to the store to get litter and a box, food and bowls.  Afraid that she might have an accident, we put her in the bathroom at first but her incessant meowing quickly convinced us to let her out.  She promptly hopped on our bed where she wouldn’t sit still for the longest time.  When she finally did lay down, she did so quite loudly.  She purred and meowed, which meant that when I eventually got up at 10, about three and a half hours later, I hadn’t gotten much sleep.

Jason had work and I knew she had fleas since I had found one on our bathroom floor and a few in our bed (all of which I was able to catch and kill).  Before he had to leave, we went to our local pet store and picked up some flea shampoo.  We gave her a bath before Jason left and I spent about two hours combing through her fur and finding a copious amount of fleas still alive.  This was quite discouraging since the shampoo was supposed to “kill fleas on contact.”  So I gave her another bath and combed her down for another hour or so.  I had to babysit at 6 and decided to use our leftover flea foggers from when we moved in over a year ago.  Taking Knives with me, I set off the foggers (incorrectly, it turns out, heh) and went to drop her off at Jason’s work.  On the way there, I picked up some Advantage and applied it to the back of her neck as instructed.

Fortunately Jason was able to get off early so she only had to hang out in the car for about 15 minutes before they went back home.  When I got back from babysitting, I sat on our stripped bed (Jason had the bedding in the laundry) and started combing her some more.  I still found live fleas on her.  Feeling really frustrated, I decided we needed to give her another bath before we set off the foggers again.  Fortunately a friend of mine told me that Advantage takes about one or two days (though the sales associate at the pet shop said it took an hour or two) so I decided to give it a chance.  On Sunday night I combed her down again and found no fleas.  Hurray!  Also, we set off the foggers on Monday morning and dropped Jason off at work while I ran some errands to pass the two hours we’re supposed to give the foggers.

So it seems we’re officially flea free.  And so far there have been no flyer sightings for a missing kitten.  We’ll give it another week before we permanently claim her as our own.  And she’s quite the cuddle bug, she’s laying across my lap as I type this. :)

and just because. . .

I’m really proud of myself, a post about the vegan chocolate cake I’ve made twice now.  Super easy and delicious!

I n g r e d i e n t s

  • 1 1/2 cups unbleached, all-purpose flour
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1/3 cup canola oil
  • 1 tablespoon white distilled vinegar
  • 1 cup cold water

D i r e c t i o n s

Preheat the oven to 350° F. Lightly oil a Bundt pan, 9-inch springform pan, or muffin tins.

Combine the flour, sugar, salt, baking soda, and cocoa powder in a bowl until thoroughly combined. Create a well in the center of your dry ingredients, and add the vanilla, oil, vinegar, and water. Mix until just combined. Pour into your prepared pan, and bake in the preheated oven for 30 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. If making cupcakes, check for doneness after 15 minutes.

Cool on a wire rack. To remove the cake from the pan, run a sharp knife around the inside of the pan to loosen the cake.  To serve, simply dust with sifted confectioner’s sugar and top with fresh raspberries.

Yield: One 9-inch cake or 8 cupcakes
Double the recipe for a layer cake or bundt cake

From: The Joy of Vegan Baking


It only took about three months but it’s finally finished, I had no idea what a huge undertaking it would be.  I mean, I had some idea that it would be a challenge to work without a pattern or real guidance since I essentially made it up as I went.  But man. . .it was tough sometimes.  Which is why it took three months.  So without further adieu:





I don’t know what it is about technology, but it really seems to hate me sometimes.  We went to visit family a few weeks ago and when we got back, my computer wouldn’t turn on.  And after almost five days of not turning on, it finally decided to work.  And then our internet went out and when we got it back, the wireless wasn’t working.  So I’m actually writing this on Jason’s computer.  All this to say that I fully intend on writing a few posts, but I want to wait until I have my computer up and running.  I much prefer my keyboard and this screen is hurting my eyes.  Anyway, just wanted to pop in and say all that.  Now I’m gonna go call my brother and make some bread.  I lead a super exciting life.

lucky number slevin

So yeah.

Life’s been great lately.  I’m loving my job, really getting my feet under me, feelin’ comfortable.  Jason’s in school again and seems to be liking it and he’s staying on top of things.  We even got a nice check after having his tuition waived anyway and only paying about $83 for all his books (I’m pretty good at finding ways to save on textbooks :).  And today.  Today marks our 7th anniversary.  I know we just celebrated our first wedding anniversary, but this is the anniversary where we first started dating.  Only a few days after we met and a few weeks after my 16th birthday.  How I’ve enjoyed growing and learning with my best friend.

Oh, how I love this life.


We’ve been married for over a year now.  How insane is that?  While we just celebrated one anniversary, we’re also coming up on an even more important one, the day we met.  We’ve known each other for almost 7 years now.  And I’m more in love now than I ever have been.  I’ve heard it said that the first year is either the hardest or it’s an extension of the “honeymoon” stage.  I definitely see some difficult times ahead (we don’t want to stay in this area forever but I just got this new, amazing job so I feel obliged to stick it out for a little while at least) but because we’ve been in a romantic relationship for so long, I’m not sure it’s going to be radically different than it’s always been.  We’ve grown up together, having met when we were still teenagers, a time in an individual’s life where there’s a lot of growth and maturing happening (at least we hope so).  He really is my best friend, we’ve been through a lot together, both good and bad.  Those bad times have really refined us as individuals and as a couple.  I love our love and am so excited to see what’s in store for us.


It’s been quiet here this last month.  For good reason.  And so, in no particular order, I share:


Instead of going on a full-blown job hunt, I utilized the help of several temp agencies.  I met with consultants at both on a Monday and by Thursday one of them called me back with two different job opportunities.  The first one was actually for the following Monday-Friday, 8-5.  And the second was the next Friday/Monday.  The first job was incredibly boring and by the end of the day I was antsy and very ready to leave.  One of the days I actually worked for about 10 minutes of the 8 hours I was there.  Fortunately all this free time allowed me to get lots of reading done.  Remember those books I said I wanted to read a few posts back?  Well, I read (or tried to read) most of them.  Here is what I read, with a few “fun” reads mixed in.

Oh man.  Some of the ideas in the more theological books were fascinating and quite heavy.  I’m still mulling over them and will hopefully share more in depth about my reflections on what I read.  There were two books that I sincerely tried to read but just couldn’t get into.  One was not pertinent to me and the other had such flowery language that I couldn’t figure out what the author was trying to say, or if he even had a point.


4th of July was a blast.  Our good friend David and his roommate Jamie came up for a visit (and they brought our couch up with them!!!).  We weren’t sure if there was going to be fireworks, rumor said that there wasn’t enough money to put on a show but apparently local businesses decided to donate and we got to enjoy a pretty spectacular fireworks show.  And I say spectacular because we had one of the best views in the house.  The show was put on over the bay and we were able to find seats right on the end of the pier.  Dude.  Here’s one of my favorite shots of the night:

I took over a hundred shots from our spot and got a lot of really neat bursts/reflections.  It was one of the most amazing firework shows I’ve seen, even though it was about 15 minutes shorter than I’m used it.  Goodness do I love water and what it can do for a picture.  It was great to see David and Jamie, hang out, knit (I taught her), and geek out (the guys did plenty of that).  Can’t wait to live closer.


My cousin got married.  This meant that we were able to see my dad’s side of the family, some of whom I hadn’t seen in over a year and a half.  It was a beautiful wedding, my dad officiated it (he was amazing), and the location was beautiful.  I had never been to Laguna Beach and was blown away by its otherworldliness.  Seriously.  Driving through the town was amazing (I might have been slightly euphoric at escaping the 100 degree heat in L.A.), and the backdrop to the wedding was spectacular.  It was also the first wedding Jason and I attended as a married couple.  It was nice to see it from the other side.


 So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God he created him;
male and female he created them.

-Genesis 1:27

I’ve been mulling over this verse a lot.  I’ve taped it to the steering wheel of our car because driving is the most frustrating experience ever.  I find that I am the most annoyed at mankind while driving.  So I need this reminder the most in those situations.  I feel like God’s been telling me, through many different people and mediums that the people He created are a part of Him.  What would it look like if I treated them as such?  What if I viewed each person as someone who is created in His image?  I think my world would be a much better place and that’s what I keep reminding myself.


I’ve also been thinking a lot about how blessed I am, in so many ways and by so many people.  I feel like I’ve had a pretty easy life, I’ve never gotten really sick, broken a bone or had to have stitches.  I’ve lived for 8 months in Japan and made two lifelong friends through that experience.  I have been blessed with true love at an early age and have even gotten to pledge my lifetime to him.  My first job pretty much fell into my lap and pushed me towards a goal for school.  God led me to the university I just recently graduated from, in an area that is so full of His natural beauty and a community I fit so well in.  And lately I’ve been thinking about what an amazing community of believers I’m surrounded by, from all walks of life and a huge variety in beliefs and backgrounds.  Specifically I have a wonderful group of women that surround me, examples of what it means to be godly in this day and age.  I have examples of motherhood and passion, grace and wisdom, that are embodied in women of great faith and boundless love.  I am so blessed to have them in my life.  So I thank you, Bethany, Rachel, Anna, Valerie, Holly, Alexis, Serena, and all the women (and men) who have shown me what it means to live for the Lord, to live with conviction and humility, while still holding on to who I am, and helping me become.  You are wonderful examples and my love for you runs deep.


Lastly, in the vein of blessings, I have a job.  Right now it’s only part-time, but it has a huge potential of becoming full-time and benefited.  While I was in between the temp jobs I got a call from the hospital and was interviewed the next day. . .and hired the day after that.  This last Monday was orientation and tomorrow is my first day on the job.  I’ll be a “registration specialist” in the ER, admitting people into the hospital.  It should be pretty exciting, and while I’m nervous, I’m looking forward to this new chapter in my life.  I’m ready to jump in and go.  But before I do that, I must sleep.  Therefore, I bid you adieu.


About seven years ago I was in a sewing class, one that I attended for six years.  The lady who taught it had a little building in her backyard where she would teach four girls at a time, twice a day, five days a week.  It was a great little set-up and I loved going to that class every Tuesday for six years.  During that time she not only taught me sewing skills, but also taught me to embroider, knit and attempted to teach me to crochet.  And while I never picked up crocheting while I was in her class, I always wanted to learn.  And now I’m beginning to.

Jason and I are in two Life Groups through our church.  In one of them I met a woman who offered to teach me to crochet, spin and weave (!!!) and I gladly accepted.  Today I spent four hours hanging out in her living room starting a "newsboy" hat.  Not only that, she showed me how to play the dulcimer and even let me borrow one.  Awesome.

Life is good.


I love my dad.  He’s one of the funniest guys I know.  He’s also very self-motivated and is a hard worker, two qualities I’d like to think he’s passed on to me (I’m pretty sure I’m right too).   I  really respect him and the wisdom he has, wisdom he’s not afraid to share with me.  He’s challenged me a lot, made me really think about and examine things in my life.  I’m so thankful that he’s encouraged me to not be complacent with where I’m at and encouraged me to question and step outside of my comfort zone.  I felt safe growing  up and a big part of that is because of my dad.  I knew where the boundaries were and knew the expectations.  I also knew he was flexible and willing to hear me out.  I really appreciated the room he gave me to grow, how he allowed me to make my own decisions and treated me like an adult, long before I saw myself as such.  Also, he calls me every Sunday so we can share what happened over the week.  And as long as I can remember, he’s been calling his mom up every weekend, being that he’s the only child who moved over an hour away from her.  Family has always been really important to my dad and he’s proved that time and time again.  I love you, Dad.