Nature Wheeled: Talus Recovery (Week Three)

It has been three weeks since my initial Talus fracture injury, and one week since surgery.

In an attempt to “stay ahead of the pain” I was faithful about taking my strong pain meds, to the point of setting an alarm to wake up in the middle of the morning (meaning I wasn’t sleeping very well either). After my body adjusted more and I relied on lowed level pain meds and ice therapy to dull pain I began to feel better.

During those first few days I had my sweet mother in law to take care of me. I was also able to be patient with myself, prescribing more tv binge watching: Downtown Abbey. By the time my MIL left we had watched 3 seasons!

My tune changed after a post op check in on the state of my stitches. Huge praise, the incision was healthy and infection free. In not so pleasant news, I’d not been wearing my boot due to discomfort so my foot struggled to lie flat. The brisk nurse forced me to get it flat to get it back in the boot correctly before we left. I bit back tears during this process.

While in town we stopped by the grocery store. The rest of the tears flooded out as my fears came back about painful physical therapy and the need to return to the stronger pain meds and forever feel sick. I blubbered by my MIL stayed sweet and asked if there was anything special she could get me from the store. I asked her for my comfort snack, gummy bears!

Waiting in the parking lot, and continuing to cry, I decided to log into my pokemon go account. Well I was surprised when a special like week only available pikachu with Ash hat was hanging out. I didn’t even need to move before it popped up! I was thankful for the silly blessing to help redirect my thoughts towards God’s companionship and positivity versus the unknown scary future.

Then, my MIL returned with several gummy bear packages (they were on sale) she said she figured it was enough to get me through the next few months!

This past week has been about “nesting” really settling into life on the couch. We purchased this pretty cart from Michaels to help me have more things near me (and to keep them organized).

Before MIL left we were able to arrange an outing. Camp Reset‘s movement challenge for the week included a nature photo scavenger hunt. I was dying to show MIL our favorite walk/park downtown.

Since the park was already downtown, I talked hubby into stopping by my very favorite giant pizza slice location. MIL was in shock at how big the slices are! I was thankful to actually eat sitting up, at a table!

Then we trekked to the river walk. I was thankful that hubby approved this one as more “wheel chair” friendly.

We took the “must have” picture at the love sign.

I tested out my arm muscles determined to wheel myself some, and quickly tired out, how do people wheel chair through entire 5ks?!

During this time period a new perspective has been revealed to me regarding those who need mobility devices like wheel chairs. I hadn’t expected to be able to get on the overlook platform and was elated to discover it actually had a wheel chair ramp. (I’d never noticed it before). I locked the wheel chair, and braced myself on the ledge, standing on one leg. I lost myself in the moment: hearing the music from an event, watching the flow of the river, and feeling the breeze on my skin.

After the appointment with the nurse I’d resigned myself to not have a nature trip outing, due to her insistence on elevating higher, more, in order to finally get the swelling of my foot back down. But, I was thankful that hubby had advocated for this knowing how much I’d emotionally need it.

We couldn’t scout down on the actually island, but we rolled the trail at little longer. I snapped a few more pictures, but didn’t stress myself out over finding everything on the scavenger list. I knew the importance was focusing on being present and that the list was to help us to “focus” on the things around us.

Afterward I was able to talk hubby into stopping at an ice cream place I’ve been oogling for like a year! It was nice to finish off my MIL’s time here with a memorable outing.

This isn’t a journey I would have chosen, but I’m determined to learn everything I can from it!

Visited an Ankle Specialist: Talus Recovery (Week One)

To learn about how I hurt myself check the previous post (currently down).

Today I visited the ankle specialist. I’ve been anxious about this appointment because it would finally interpret my scans, and tell me what the rest of my recovery would be like.

Easily I was the youngest adult in the waiting room, but everyone was kind, often wishing each other quick healing. We met the Dr. and he calmly, gently explains that I’ll need surgery as the scans show that my fracture is slightly displaced. I was disappointed, but if my bones aren’t together, they aren’t together and it won’t heal with a cast.

He continues to tell me that they’ll use 2 titanium screws in my ankle, at which I start singing “I can say, ‘I am titanium!'” To which the Dr. looks at me like I am super crazy. I explain that my head works in song lyrics and he laughs it off. I’m very aware of the assistant taking notes wondering if this will affect how they document my mental awareness.

He says to schedule the surgery for Thursday, it’ll be out patient, and shouldn’t take very long. He wrote me a prescription for a wheel chair, a knee scooter, a year long handicap pass and a permission excuse for 2 months of no work after the surgery.

I’m still struggling to process it all, it’s scary to see how one action has other unexpected actions.

I was worrying, but managed to talk husband into getting my very favorite giant pizza from downtown, after the poor guy was exhausted from obtaining medical records and mailing them to worker’s comp insurance.

Not only did I get to eat the best pizza on the planet, but friends of ours were eating there as well. They walked back to the car to visit me. My friend, Kelsey used to work with hubby. I find out not only did she fracture her talus in a cheerleading accident, she broke several bones having to have her ankle reconstructed. Her surgery was performed for the very same Dr and she returned to cheerleading after, not loosing any functioning!

So hubby was reluctant to let me eat unhealthy pizza, but it was just another way for God to show His divine providence; He is in control.

How I’ve been spending my time:

camp reset an online creativity challenge

-yummy meals from friends



-trying to take in sunlight where I can

– even folding laundry, wanted to do something normal in my life

Please pray for the surgery. My mother in law is coming down to help take care of me before surgery while James is at work. Please pray for the rest of worker’s comp paperwork to be finalized as that could delay the surgery.

Thank you for all your encouragement!

Prioritized Wifely Ministry

Back in February I had the awesome opportunity to be apart of a mentoring program called Apples of Gold at my church. It was a Bible study in which the first half of the night involved cooking lessons (which lets face it, I desperately need) and the second half discussed a topic related to marriage. We even were partnered with a seasoned woman in the study, my partner was the wife of my absolutely FAVORITE Bible professor in undergrad! I learned a lot through this class, and it was great to have ladies to lift me up in prayer as I was seeking a job placement. One of the last nights I shared about a job offer, and how excited I was to have a job again. My “golden apple” confronted me gently, reminding me that I already have a job. I said “I know.”

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But even during that class, I didn’t get it.

I didn’t get it till I’d needed to resign from my first career job unexpectedly, and was wrestling with God in my lack of purpose. That day that I had a “moment” with God while on the treadmill, He also opened my eyes to the ministry of loving and supporting my husband. It blatantly smacked me in the face, that I have an incredible about of purpose right now, always, because I am the only person in a position to love, support, and take care of my husband.

My undergraduate degree in women’s ministry taught me to understand my theological position in marriage. Upon marriage I sought to work on my attitude and ensure that I respected my husband. In our first few years I’d guilt myself over the house being clean, because it was my pride in role as wife that was a steak. Then, I realized I could glorify God in these chores, and it wouldn’t be about me. Finally, I’ve come to see that my role as a wife is a gift. In intentionally nurturing my husband’s heart (much the way that mommy bloggers like to intentionally focus on guiding their children) I can help him reach all the people that he interacts with.

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Ever since then I’ve been more intentional as a wife. In hindsight, husband’s job has been ridiculously stressful with added work, so its been beneficial that I didn’t have my own job’s stress to throw at him. Instead, I’ve been able to focus on doing things like preparing our meals, chores, anything to try and make this place a sanctuary for him.

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One of my biggest challenges is speaking appropriately when I’m stressed. So I have to purposely calm my voice and tone, focus on his needs, and rephrase my requests.

Another thing is even though I wait for my favorite person to come home so I can spend time with him, sometimes I need to sacrifice my needs, to give him the space that he needs when he leaves the office.

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This month the stress and work has even been worse. Like he was already working so hard and another coworker pulled him aside and told him to prepare for worse. (This was also the same day that we learned that a pet knocked over water on my laptop–killing it, so then needing to fork out $600 on another one :-/).

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It was neat to be able to come aside him, to ask him what he needed, how I could help support him. In my guilt I promised to not nag him for the week. He teased if this could be a life time deal. (haha I try!)

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I definitely wouldn’t say that I have “arrived”. I’m still incredibly selfish, always want to eat the last item of something, want help with chores, and want the world to revolve around my needs. However, it has been awesome to watch this sense of peace and stability really resonate in our relationship :0).

Had a Perfect Thanksgiving

Happy belated yummy turkey day! I hope everyone was able to spend some time resting and relaxing!


This year we decided to stay home and make our own small meal. Our families are far away or we’ve planned to see them for Christmas and most of out friends were out of town.

We had instant versions of all of the basics: mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, stuffing, apple pie, and green bean casserole. Well, I attempted to make the potatoes from scratch, but they bested me again this year. Mashed potatoes: 2, Erin: 0. I’m going to have my Italian Mama Bama show me the ways of the secret moment when the potatoes are boiled enough, but not over boiled. I think I was proudest of our simple precooked, pre-sliced chunk of turkey. Pfaw, like this lady could cook a turkey…



I took the customary pictures of our yummy spread (ooh did I mention the feta stuffed green olives?!) and joked about how “fancy” our meal was. However, upon clean up husband remarked that serving the food in Tupperware simplified the refrigeration process, so win!



One of us believes that turkey food is AhMahZing when the food touches, the other believes that the food must NOT touch at all. Which plate belongs to whom?


We purposed so spend this 4 day weekend relaxing, but even more fun, together! I am a huge quality time person, but I do better, my tank stays filled longer, with longer chunks of time versus small band aids of time.


Together we played computer games, ate leftovers, lounged in comfy clothes, stayed up till 4am, slept in past noon, laughed, joked, goofed off. It was really this incredible little exclusion from the rest of the world. ūüôā Yay for perfectly simple Thanksgivings!


Focused on the Heart in February


I’m doing monthly resolutions this year (printables found here), and I’m ready to announce my goals for February. The theme is everything surround the “heart”! This means I’m going to focus my attention on my health and my relationships.

Here are the specific goals:


-Seek to encourage my husband more and nurture our relationship by actively praying for him, and planning date nights. We have more time together than when we were first married, but it can be easy to lose focus during our random dinners out. I’ve signed up for Focus on the Family’s Date Night Challenge. We already went on date 1 and it was important for me to have a coach to remind me to “act like I’m trying to get a 2nd date”

-Focus on my relationship with Christ. It is so easy to go on “auto pilot” and coast in my Christian walk. I want to really focus on a relationship, “conversing” during prayer, and taking time to spend quality time with Him in the Bible. During college I used to love to sit outside and spend hours feasting on the Word. I think that’s when I felt the most connected because quality time is MY love language.

-Spending time visiting my parents in FL and AZ this month. I want to be diligent and kind in my conversations with them. Seeking to connect and remind them how I appreciate and love them!

-Being intentional in all of my friendships; seeking to give love instead of focusing on how I feel or receiving love.



-Drink more water. This is easiest when there is a water bottle near me that is always full.

-Make better decisions while out at restaurants…like getting the side salad.

-Planning meals and snacks to include fruits and veggies. One of my current favorites is bell peppers, garden style cream cheese, and triscuits. Yum!

-Excercise 2-3 times a week. Really I should just be jogging that much, and doing another stretching type of routine as well. I have a race in April, so I really need to stop whining about the cold and get out there. Maybe this will be easier to relaunch with the warm weather in Florida.

I also found a new monthly resolution printable site here. I like that this one is small enough to include in my scrapbook later.

Any tips or suggestions on these resolutions? Feel free to post them!

Pursued Joy

wpid-IMG_20130921_204655.jpgTonight whilst in a coffee shop (not Starbucks, don’t worry ;))¬†with the husband, I realized a truth about myself, and it wasn’t pretty. I found myself sighing while drinking my coffee realizing that my day to day goal in life is chasing empty temporary means of happiness, which often leave me disappointed. I was sad about the specific disappointments of the day, but had the deeper sadness of realizing that I, myself, was the true source of my sadness or disappointment.

Let me tell you how my day started…(feel free to skim these, just trying to get you inside my head and show you the extent of my search of happiness today).

*We ended up waking up/getting up after noon which always makes me feel like the day is already half over, and makes me feel like we aren’t really going to be able to do anything or accomplish anything.

*I was excited because we’d been talking about traveling 45 minutes away to go to a Greek Festival. I was looking forward to experiencing culture since I’ve missed traveling this summer. However, we decided not to try it based on reviews from a friend.

*We talked about going to a different local, beer and wine festival. We drove down to check it out before committing the $40.00 for tickets for us. Due to the increased rain and expense of the tickets we decided not to go.

*I finally decided to visit a local camera store I’ve been wanting to browse since we bought the DSLR…and we walk up to the store front only to read the sign “Sept 21, 2013 will be our last day of business” and the doors were locked.

*We were gonna have a photography adventure, knowing that overcast light drizzles produce some of the best images. Then, the rain began to stream harder, effectively killing that idea.

*We visited a recently reopened restaurant that we’d dubbed “our place” back in college, for lunch. I decided to be brave and order the “Bangers and Mash” because it was British. When I order food, I tend to place a lot of significance in the experience of having that food fulfill my food cravings. This food was tasty, but the taste wasn’t quite right for “my mood,” so I didn’t find that satisfaction that I was looking for.

*We drove around for awhile wondering what to do. We eventually decided to have a snack “in date night” while watching tv shows. I’d hoped the snack foods and tv shows would help me find the happiness that I was seeking, instead I just kept audibly sighing in boredom. I wasn’t fulfilled.

*Around 7pm after snoozing a little after our snacks, husband decided that he wanted to go to a coffee shop and chat. So, we drove on out. I found this drink called “Stardust” which was described as a bronzed white chocolate mocha….I love anything white chocolate, plus with a name like “Stardust” how could I not be inspired. I didn’t admit it to myself…but really there was this idea in my head that if this taste could be perfect…than the rainy boring day of disappointment could be redeemed. At the first taste…it was slightly more cinnamon based than I was hoping for. Add the fact that the only seating husband and I could find were two larger solo chairs that were far apart, and there was loud live music that I wasn’t going to be able to talk over and I was disappointed again.

Reading all of that back I’m so ashamed of how whiney that sounds! So I sank more into a funk while husband was eagerly willing to chat. (We are such opposites, lol!). It was hard for me to talk to him, while wrestling with this terrible truth about myself…that I was searching for happiness in all of these meaningless temporal things when I should be steadfast in joy. It was difficult realizing that I was setting myself up for failure.

On one hand part of the reason that I look for those little excitements in life, is because I want to enjoy life. I was to live each day for the fullest, but sometimes I get stuck in the idea that that means that I have to be happy…which isn’t anything that Jesus has ever promised me.

Part of the reason that I started this blog a long time ago was because I was stuck. I was going through major stages of transition, having graduated, gotten married, and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. Therefore, I decided to celebrate the “little things” in life to be excited about whatever God puts in my life.

I don’t want to stop doing that, some of the ways I think God uses me is through that joyfulness of my experiences…but I need to stop relying on them for my happiness and finding more meaningful things to base my happiness on. I don’t want to let those externals guide my emotions anymore…I want to be secure in Christ.

So, I’ve blogged about this to act as a type of confession, and a dedication to live for true joy instead of the roller coaster ride of happiness and inevitable disappointments.

Been Fully Recovered (Car Wreck Recovery Week #6)

I’ve just completed the last official recovery week, and along with it the majority of the summer. It is crazy to think that with the diagnosis of the break to my transverse process I believed that my adventures for the summer were over, but God has allowed me to heal so quickly! I’m definitely not perfectly healed yet, so I still ask for your prayers! I think the break has healed, my back feels fine. However, my right Ischial Tuberosity (aka your “sit bone”) has remained sore from the beginning, so I’m guessing I bruised it pretty badly. It only hurts when leaning on it (getting dressed), sitting on the floor, going from sitting to standing, jogging, or after walking a lot.



The only other slow part of my healing is my driving anxiety. It got worse the past few weeks…I think because I let my overactive imagination dwell on it. If I could have someone drive me around for the rest of my life, I would. Cars are beyond scary to me, and its draining to HAVE to practice positive self talk. Telling myself “you’re okay, you’re okay” and trying to focus on the positives of my driving abilities. Please pray for continued recovery in this area.

This week has been a pretty intense one filled with emotions and new experiences!

The beginning of this week Husband had the interview that he was supposed to have this past week. It has been fulfilling my heart to see other companies try and woo him. I like the idea of him feeling more respected for his skills. However, that meant having some difficult decisions and prayer together. I (my “C” self) decided to chart these opportunities out with colorful markers in a Pro/Con list. It was difficult, but we ended up deciding against one awesome opportunity (at a much nicer salary), realizing that salary isn’t everything if it means giving up our new church and ministries that we are apart of in order to move to said location. It was very scary and involved a lot of faith in God and husband to say “no” to such a great opportunity, the kind of opportunity that I felt really could have jump started our future of a house, kids, etc.

Instead, we realized that money isn’t everything, and with lifestyle choices we didn’t need that larger salary. So please join us in praying about another local opportunity as we gauge and try to discern God’s will.

Also, if you have any great couponing tips PLEASE TELL ME! We did a grocery store run, getting sandwich stuff, to reduce going out to eat. I’m great at couponing and waiting for clothing sales, but have no idea how to shop for grocery items or other household items with coupons. Hopefully, I can honor God by becoming the next couponing queen and managing my household like the Proverbs 31 woman.

Thursday, it suddenly dawned on husband and I that my 17 year old cat, Wildthing, was looking very thin and weak. The previous weekend, we’d noticed that she seemed to be having difficulty using the facilities, and was hiding in the storage closet. However, we discussed it and realized she hadn’t eaten or pooped in about a week. I became very upset realizing that something was wrong with her, and I worried that she was in pain. Husband googled that giving her a warm bath might help her system, so we tried it. I wrapped her in a towel and just held her clothes. At this point my normally “picture taking begrudgingly” husband decides of his own accord to grab the camera and click away. He was insistent that she could be dying and that I should get pictures with her now, while I had the chance. So, there were awesome pictures of me, red faced, crying, has I held the cat I’d have since childhood. Then, I’d think about the fact that this cat, whenever I’d cried growing up, would run to me and start licking my tears, and start bawling all over again.


The next morning there was tiny present on our floor, and for once in my life I was beyond excited. When I returned from work she’d left another one! She sniffed her food, and actually began eating. I kept petting her, telling her how wonderful she was! I was such a proud fur mommy! She’s been voracious ever since. Each day more and more of her personality and energy has been restored, including her mouthiness when hungry, and sharpening her claws on the side of the couch. I’m so happy that I’ll have a little more time to spend with her, but not happy about knowing her demise must be pretty soon.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday was a reunion of the roommates from my freshman year. One of them had just moved back home with her hubby, while the other one has been away at missionary training school, and potentially plans to be on the field in April! It is crazy to sit around watching movies, eating ice cream, shopping, and of course playing with Baby Auri!

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Early afternoon Saturday we went to the beach before the other roomie showed up. I couldn’t believe how beautiful the man made beach was on the side of the lake. Of course there were also a pack of butterflies that went scattering whenever I was around them. Auri is looking as adorable as ever!













Then, that evening was our “main event.” We’d just finished reading ¬†Anna Karenina, which is a great piece of artwork that only took us 9 weeks to devour! Which we’d meet to video chat after each section. You can read more about the book review on our book review site. The movie was very artistically done, but very surreal and subtle. I’m just exciting to be reading books with friends again! We’ve already begun brainstorming our next books. I’m in geeky heaven! The best friends are the ones you can share books with ūüôā


Sunday we took advantage of the tax free weekend, sales, and coupons at the local Kohls (my favorite place to find new clothes). Lots of adorable outfits were found for Auri, who was very calm through her shopping experience…though I’m sure it helped to have several “Aunties” to distract and hold her. I went in looking for dressy shirts for work, and instead found 2 dresses which could easily be used for work, for only $10.00. :0)

Then, once one grumpy burglar was put to sleep, there was ice cream and an attempt to convert 2 of the other girls into Downton Abbey addicts. I’m not sure if it was successful because I needed to leave in the middle of the first episode. But, I have faith in my comrade in arms.

This past week I was also able to recomplete my progress in the Couch 2 5k running program!!

Discovered a New Couple Hobby

The husband and I have a tendency to sit around at home on our laptops, frustrated because we aren’t doing anything. We’ve struggled to find a hobby to do together because we tend to be identified by our many differences. Since he didn’t enjoy my hobbies (reading, etc), I ended up doing more of his hobbies (hanging out with his friends, shooting firearms, and political events). Many of those I do actually enjoy, but it isn’t as fulfilling as having hobbies that I already enjoyed that he does with me.

This past weekend we were sitting at Bojangles and husband randomly said, “Hey, I want to go take pictures down town, let’s do it.” He does not frequently get this impulse so I quickly agreed.

Despite the fact that we’ve lived in the area for the past 6 years we’ve not explored very much down town. There are some beautiful trails, bridges, and a giant fountain. We started higher up at a monument, and then worked our way down.


I begged him to take pictures of me around the new “Love” sculpture, despite the threat of oncoming rain. Later, looking at those pictures I realized the importance of explaining the idea of “posing your subject so they look their best.” Apparently, husband has a tendency to look for my smile in pictures and not at the rest of my torso, and due to the way I was bending it created rolls where I have none, lol. But he was sweet enough to return the next day ¬†to get some better shots.

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The bridge led me to discover my favorite subject of the day: a lock with a heart drawn on the side and what appeared to be faded names on the front. This reminded me of the Love Bridge in Paris I’ve read about. That bridge is covered with locks. Couples bring a lock, write their names or initials on it, lock it to the bridge, and throw the key into the river symbolizing their everlasting love. This lock was a great subject to really experiment with, especially with regards to different angles.





This one is my personal favorite. I balanced the color levels in Gimp.



This one I like for overall perspective of the lock on the bridge.




Let me know which shot you enjoyed of the lock!

Returning to our one and only car (soon to be my car), we heard music playing. We discovered that there was a “Friday Cheers” festival with an outdoor concert. Husband had a lot of fun taking pictures of people, I really enjoyed the flowers nearby. However, this taught me two very important things with regards to photography: #1 Keeping the LCD screen open is important, as is reviewing your shots as you make them. Husband had closed it so our face oils wouldn’t smudge the screen. However, if you can’t see it, you have NO idea how your pictures are turning out. #2 I thought I was being all smart using Auto to read what ISO I needed and then I set it in Manual mode. However, the ISO you select at 4pm on an open bridge is not the same ISO you need at 6pm :-/ I didn’t find out till returning home that ALL of my flower pictures were too dark and terrible!


The next day I was able to redeem some of these, taking some neat pictures of bees on the flowers. The pictures aren’t tack sharp like I’d like, makes me realize the importance of a tripod with shooting Macro. Since your subject is so zoomed in, even the tiniest shake can create dissonance. Practice makes perfect, right?

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So after two days of back to back photography adventures I was really starting to believe what husband said: “I always want to take pictures, I just don’t always have a camera” which I’ve never really seen displayed. Apparently, this is due to the fact that when he does have spontaneous inspiration I stopped “going with the flow” like when we were dating. For him he’s not committed enough to study photography, he enjoys taking pictures to document his other favorite hobbies like: firearms, politics, rallies, etc. Whereas for me, I would like to learn more to become a photographer. For me the goal is to be able to bend the camera to my will so that I can dependable get the shot that I want.

In college husband took some well composed shots, so I knew he had a creative knack, just never understood why I didn’t see it progress. Now I know!

It is exciting to be able to progressing in this hobby, even if progressing means failing a bunch and making newbie mistakes like forgetting to change the ISO. This is something else that I can spend my personal time in to get good at, and have adventures exploring together :0)!!!

Now, both of our favorite hobby is shooting in His and Her’s style: shooting firearms and shooting a camera, and we can enjoy both of them together!

Survived A Derecho

derechoThis past weekend weather-wise I experienced a deja-vu moment. It’s neat to see those types of patterns relived, and to see what has changed since those experiences. Just last night my area was struck with another derecho, even if it was a lower version, which was nice given the fact that my husby was in another state far far away. However, this second experience with a derecho has shown me how marriage helps you to gain the positives of your partner. :0)

Last year this storm came out of nowhere. I’m from the coast, so I understand the threat of hurricanes, but when we were told about this random storm I do not think many prepared. Everyone was surprised to be out of power, some people for as long as a week!

This was an in-opportune time at work, as we were within weeks of our mega camp and several international trips. There were a few alarmed students panicked, letting them know about the storm and how likely their passports were stuck at the post office due to lack of electricity to sort.


We were lucky last year and this year. The power only flickered a few times, then returned for us. However, our close friends who were pregnant last year, and now have a beautiful 6 month old were out of electricity. Last year the storm was so devastating due to the heat wave surrounding it. Friends, and my husband included posted sharing that we had electricity and to come over. I remember thinking, wordly, that “oh my goodness, we don’t have that much room, our apartment is sooo small.” Meanwhile, my husband’s heart was in the right place, realizing the things that were really important.


It ended up last year that only one set of friends stayed with us, but they stayed for a few days until their power was restored. I enjoyed the extended sleepover their stay provided :0). Going stir crazy a few days into the storm experience, I decided I needed to get out and view the wreckage. There were downed trees everywhere, and all of the streets were coated in leaves. Many of the traffic lights were still out, and many people struggled to understand the concept that then the rules revert to those of a 4 way stop intersection, with everyone taking turns. There were crazy long lines for gas. I was grateful that we’d filled up previous to the storm. The most incredible part was seeing the community really come together and take care of each other.

This year the storm was on the smaller side, so the sleep over only lasted one night. I’m pretty sure my friends appreciated being able to get back into their apartment sooner though ;0). This year I tried to be more proactive about seeking out friends in need, volunteering the space in my fridge/freezer for those without power to not lose all of their food. This really consisted of a comment on facebook to a friend, but I felt a little bit like I was being more like my husband. This year it was easier to be prepared to volunteer to host people to fill my tiny apartment.

Poor little Auri had a difficult time adjusting to driving to our apartment after her bedtime. At 5am I got a taste of her lung capacity and what this beautiful little girl likes to do when she gets bored, lol. Daisy the beagle also was able to meet Auri for the first time. Unfortunately, there are no pictures documenting this, as my hands were busy making sure the dog didn’t lick the baby’s face.

Hopefully you all didn’t lose electricity during the storm. Part of our missions conference at church was delayed due to time involved to prepare these events. I’m excited to see how this will affect our outreach day tomorrow, if there are any different opportunities to serve due to the storm’s wake.

Stay safe!

Liked My Husband the First Time We Met

Feet Dorm 1In honor of Valentine’s day I thought I’d share a cute story about husband and myself: I didn’t actually like him the first time that we met.

In college one of my roommates (the one that I hadn’t previously known) during freshman orientation week (when that was still a week long) asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with her then boyfriend (now husband). They wanted to go to the cheaper dollar theatre and tickets were only .50 cents each in groups of three or more. So I asked coyly, “Does he have any friends that he wants to bring along?” And then my husband appeared at our window (such a big deal for non coed dorms as I’ve explained in the post about the Dorm 1 photo shoot).

Outside our dorms, my roommate and her boyfriend ran into a friend then knew from back home and invited him to come to the movies with us. Thus began the theatrics of loud (now) husband taught in the southern ways by roommate’s boyfriend to challenge this other guy in said dating role. I basically had two dates to the movies, each trying to race to open the car door and pay for my ticket. I ended up paying for my own ticket because I wanted to be a strong independent woman, lol.

I actually¬†preferred¬†the other guy to my husband at first glance. Husband announced himself as a senior, so I assumed him to be much older than me (husband just graduated early as a home school student), whereas this other guy was a freshman like me. Also, the other guy was reading his Bible when we met, and he said that he wanted to study youth ministry (like me). My first impression of my husband was that he was “loud and obnoxious northerner” (A fact which has not changed ;0)) And he thought I was just shy and quiet, (gosh was he misled ;0)).

It was only later that we ended up chatting on instant messenger that I got to talk to him about what God was doing in my life, my passion for youth ministry, and hear more about his heart. After that we started out as really good friends awkwardly skirting the “talking” stage as my husband was patiently sweet to be a friend first, and back off enough for me to establish many female relationships, as I worked through a painful breakup.

Basically, the beard grew on me. here we are having known each other for over 6 years! I’m grateful to have found my forever Valentine, and will pray that God will continue to help us in our relationship. Communication I think will always be a struggle between men and women until we exist in our glorified forms! One of those communication struggles is whether we celebrate Valentine’s day. Either way though, I’m a pretty lucky gal, and I’m not just saying that because of all of the free tech support I get. I’m thankful that God has given me what I needed with him, instead of what I thought I wanted. I’m glad that God knows better than me.

Here is husband and my life verse:

Proverbs 3:5-6

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
and do not lean on your own understanding.
6 In all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make straight your paths.

I wish I could make each of you duck tape roses like I used to for friends and prayer group while in college. Don’t forget that God’s love for you is eternal.

Duck Tape Roses and Romans 8:38