Sunday, May 09, 2010

Happy Mother's Day to Karen Nelson, my amazing mom!

Now I know most of us will agree that we have the best mother in the world but I definitely think I was blessed with the best. My mother- maiden name Karen Otting grew up a middle child with out a middle name. My mom always wanted one so she gave herself one- Elizabeth, which is now my middle name. My mother- once a flower child and now a blooming empty nester, working hard in public relations. She raised us with the word of God as her guide, along with my father- teaching us first to love our God and then love others. And she exemplified that in her everyday life whether it was welcoming international students into our homes, or simply giving the chatty lady at the grocery store a listening ear. My mother was also a teacher and homemaker, filling our home with the smell of freshly baked bread. My mother- a tenderhearted woman that allowed us to have an abandoned squirrel as a pet, and cried alongside us when it died. That was always mom's job- to take the animals to the vet for their final hours. I never thanked her over the years for bearing that burden. The burden of sorrow and the loss of life. She sat beside them in their final hours, giving comfort and love. We always tease my mom about her obsession with journaling, but secretly I envy her for all her deep thoughts. Every morning I remember running to her room to find her deep in prayer or feverishly journaling new revelations God gave her. But she was never selfish with those revelations- delighting equally in sharing them with me and my brother and sister. Through her eyes I saw a loving Savior, a friend, a teacher. She gave me my first pictures of Jesus. My mother- friend, teacher, both lovely and wise. Thank you for your heart, for giving so unselfishly of yourself, for loving each of us with a nurturing mother's love. Love you momma 
 

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Passport photos over the years...

Was 8 years old in my first passport photo. My family was traveling to Kharkov, Ukraine to start a student ministry group on the local campus with Student Mobilization. 
I remember being elated that we were traveling overseas, seeing a new world. I told my friends in school and they all thought I was crazy...giving me a look like- why would you ever want to leave south Arkansas?? I remember at my 8th birthday party at De Gray lake my friends were giving me "going away presents" like towels and socks...I thought it was so lame. 
Feelings here: hopeful. Perhaps that when the travel bug was first planted in my mind. 










In this next photo I think I was in 10th grade so about 17, and it would be the first year to travel to Mexico with my youth group for the "mission to Mexico" trip. Our church would take the youth group during Spring Break and work with the local churches in Chihuahua, Mexico. Again, I remember telling some friends I would be building a church during Spring Break and they gave me that same crazed look like- "your going to Mexico to build a church? Not to go to Cancun and get boozed up?" (story of my life these looks). My first time there was an amazing experience. Traveling by bus into the heart of Chihuahua, felt like we were driving over the Sahara desert. When we arrived there we were all divided up into pairs and placed in the homes of the church members. The family was so welcoming, giving up their family bed so we had somewhere to sleep. One night the mom even made a birthday cake for my friend. Using her limited supplies to make her feel special. I had never experienced true hospitality until traveling to Mexico. Feelings here: amazed.
My last photo was taken  in 2008 when I was 23 and had just gotten married and needed to change my name on the passport. I had been married for a couple of months, a new resident to Florida. I would be traveling to China for a summer study abroad trip with my school. I had been waiting 6 months preparing for this trip, getting the correct documents, buying supplies and packing clothes and shoes. Then we found out there was  devastating earthquake in Chengdu, China, the city I would be studying in. Thousands of people were dead, many were still trapped. The program I was going with gave me the option not to go, and although my heart ached to go, my husband didn't feel right about it. My feelings here are complete excitement. I had traveled to China before to teach English and was going to meet up with some of my old students in Beijing. After this news I was devastated. I still hope for the day I can return to China. I know God will open that door again soon. 

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sad but true- Mary Ellen Wilson's story

Not to dampen anyone's Sunday but in light of Child Abuse Prevention Month in April, I think it is our duty to spread the word about the prevalence of child abuse in America. The story below is about the first reported incidence of child abuse in America, of a little girl named Mary Ellen Wilson. I found the story on American Humane website. The organization exists to help protect both animals and people. While I have been working in social services I have come to realize the prevalence of child abuse in America. You hear about it almost daily in the news, stories so terrible I don't wish to repeat. Each of us probably know a child effected by child abuse, it may even be your own story. My thoughts are that if we are vigilant as a society, we can nearly wipe out child abuse in America. If we keep our eyes and ears open, using our own practical judgment, and care enough to make that important call- children wouldn't suffer so greatly. The Bible puts it this way: 

James 1:27 (New International Version)
"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."
 So be vigilant, be aware- in your school's, in your neighborhoods, day cares. Intervene on a child's part. They need our voices. They have a right "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness". 
Here is Mary Ellen's story:

Who We Are

History

Mary Ellen Wilson

How One Girl's Plight Started the Child-Protection Movement


Mary Ellen Wilson
The sufferings of the little girl, Mary Ellen, led to the founding of the New York Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, the first organization of its kind, in 1874. In 1877, thje New York SPCC and several Societies for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals from throughout the country joined together to form the American Humane Association. Mary Ellen’s story marked the beginning of a world-wide crusade to save children. Over the years, in the re-telling of Mary Ellen Wilson’s story, myth has often been confused with fact. Some of the inaccuracies stem from colorful but erroneous journalism, others from simple misunderstanding of the facts, and still others from the complex history of the child protection movement in the United States and Great Britain and its link to the animal welfare movement. While it is true that Henry Bergh, president of the American Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA), was instrumental in ensuring Mary Ellen’s removal from an abusive home, it is not true that her attorney -- who also worked for the ASPCA -- argued that she deserved help because she was “a member of the animal kingdom.”
The real story -- which can be pieced together from court documents, newspaper articles, and personal accounts -- is quite compelling, and it illustrates the impact that a caring and committed individual can have on the life of a child.
Mary Ellen Wilson was born in 1864 to Francis and Thomas Wilson of New York City. Soon thereafter, Thomas died, and his widow took a job. No longer able to stay at home and care for her infant daughter, Francis boarded Mary Ellen (a common practice at the time) with a woman named Mary Score. As Francis’s economic situation deteriorated, she slipped further into poverty, falling behind in payments for and missing visits with her daughter. As a result, Mary Score turned two-year-old Mary Ellen over to the city’s Department of Charities.
The Department made a decision that would have grave consequences for little Mary Ellen; it placed her illegally, without proper documentation of the relationship, and with inadequate oversight in the home of Mary and Thomas McCormack, who claimed to be the child’s biological father. In an eerie repetition of events, Thomas died shortly thereafter. His widow married Francis Connolly, and the new family moved to a tenement on West 41st Street.
Mary McCormack Connolly badly mistreated Mary Ellen, and neighbors in the apartment building were aware of the child’s plight. The Connollys soon moved to another tenement, but in 1874, one of their original neighbors asked Etta Angell Wheeler, a caring Methodist mission worker who visited the impoverished residents of the tenements regularly, to check on the child. At the new address, Etta encountered a chronically ill and homebound tenant, Mary Smitt, who confirmed that she often heard the cries of a child across the hall. Under the pretext of asking for help for Mrs. Smitt, Etta Wheeler introduced herself to Mary Connolly. She saw Mary Ellen’s condition for herself. The 10-year-old appeared dirty and thin, was dressed in threadbare clothing, and had bruises and scars along her bare arms and legs. Ms. Wheeler began to explore how to seek legal redress and protection for Mary Ellen. Click here to read Etta Wheeler’s account of Mary Ellen.
At that time, some jurisdictions in the United States had laws that prohibited excessive physical discipline of children. New York, in fact, had a law that permitted the state to remove children who were neglected by their caregivers. Based on their interpretation of the laws and Mary Ellen’s circumstances, however, New York City authorities were reluctant to intervene. Etta Wheeler continued her efforts to rescue Mary Ellen and, after much deliberation, turned to Henry Bergh, a leader of the animal humane movement in the United States and founder of the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA). It was Ms. Wheeler’s niece who convinced her to contact Mr. Bergh by stating, “You are so troubled over that abused child, why not go to Mr. Bergh? She is a little animal surely” (p. 3 Wheeler in Watkins, 1990).
Ms. Wheeler located several neighbors who were willing to testify to the mistreatment of the child and brought written documentation to Mr. Bergh. At a subsequent court hearing, Mr. Bergh stated that his action was “that of a human citizen,” clarifying that he was not acting in his official capacity as president of the NYSPCA. He emphasized that he was “determined within the framework of the law to prevent the frequent cruelties practiced on children” (Mary Ellen, April 10, 1976, p. 8 in Watkins, 1990). After reviewing the documentation collected by Etta Wheeler, Mr. Bergh sent an NYSPCA investigator (who posed as a census worker to gain entrance to Mary Ellen’s home) to verify the allegations. Elbridge T. Gerry, an ASPCA attorney, prepared a petition to remove Mary Ellen from her home so she could testify to her mistreatment before a judge. Mr. Bergh took action as a private citizen who was concerned about the humane treatment of a child. It was his role as president of the NYSPCA and his ties to the legal system and the press, however, that bring about Mary Ellen’s rescue and the movement for a formalized child protection system.
Recognizing the value of public opinion and awareness in furthering the cause of the humane movement, Henry Bergh contacted New York Times reporters who took an interest in the case and attended the hearings. Thus, there were detailed newspaper accounts that described Mary Ellen’s appalling physical condition. When she was taken before Judge Lawrence, she was dressed in ragged clothing, was bruised all over her body and had a gash over her left eye and on her cheek where Mary Connelly had struck her with a pair of scissors. On April 10, 1874, Mary Ellen testified:
“My father and mother are both dead. I don’t know how old I am. I have no recollection of a time when I did not live with the Connollys. …. Mamma has been in the habit of whipping and beating me almost every day. She used to whip me with a twisted whip—a raw hide. The whip always left a black and blue mark on my body. I have now the black and blue marks on my head which were made by mamma, and also a cut on the left side of my forehead which was made by a pair of scissors. She struck me with the scissors and cut me; I have no recollection of ever having been kissed by any one—have never been kissed by mamma. I have never been taken on my mamma’s lap and caressed or petted. I never dared to speak to anybody, because if I did I would get whipped…. I do not know for what I was whipped—mamma never said anything to me when she whipped me. I do not want to go back to live with mamma, because she beats me so. I have no recollection ever being on the street in my life” Mary Ellen, April 10, 1874, (Watkins, 1990).
In response, Judge Lawrence immediately issued a writ de homine replagiando, provided for by Section 65 of the Habeas Corpus Act, to bring Mary Ellen under court control.
The newspapers also provided extensive coverage of the caregiver Mary Connolly’s trial, raising public awareness and helping to inspire various agencies and organizations to advocate for the enforcement of laws that would rescue and protect abused children (Watkins, 1990). On April 21, 1874, Mary Connolly was found guilty of felonious assault and was sentenced to one year of hard labor in the penitentiary (Watkins, 1990).
Less well known but as compelling as the details of her rescue, is the rest of Mary Ellen’s story. Etta Wheeler continued to play an important role in the child’s life. Family correspondence and other accounts reveal that the court placed Mary Ellen in an institutional shelter for adolescent girls. Believing this to be an inappropriate setting for the 10-year-old, Ms. Wheeler intervened. Judge Lawrence gave her permission to place the child with her own mother, Sally Angell, in northern New York. When Ms. Angell died, Etta Wheeler’s youngest sister, Elizabeth, and her husband Darius Spencer, raised Mary Ellen. By all accounts, her life with the Spencer family was stable and nurturing.
At the age of 24, Mary Ellen married a widower and had two daughters -- Etta, named after Etta Wheeler, and Florence. Later, she became a foster mother to a young girl named Eunice. Etta and Florence both became teachers; Eunice was a businesswoman. Mary Ellen’s children and grandchildren described her as gentle and not much of a disciplinarian. Reportedly, she lived in relative anonymity and rarely spoke with her family about her early years of abuse. In 1913, however, she agreed to attend the American Humane Association’s national conference in Rochester, NY, with Etta Wheeler, her long-time advocate. Ms. Wheeler was a guest speaker at the conference. Her keynote address, “The Story of Mary Ellen, Which Started the Child Saving Crusade Throughout the World” was published by the American Humane Association. Mary Ellen died in 1956 at the age of 92.
Watkins, S.A. (1990). The Mary Ellen myth: Correcting child welfare history. Social Work, 35(6), pp. 500-503.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Weekend update- strange but amazing

Friday- went to the Salty Dog out at Longboat to have dinner with my friend Emily and met a guy named Keith Stansell (wikipedia site). David and I were just sitting at the bar waiting for our dinner and David struck up a conversation with a guy and his mother. He told us he was on a date with his mom. As the evening progressed Keith revealed that he was actually a survivor of a kidnapping by a Colombian drug cartel in 2003. Keith was working for the government and his plane crashed in the jungles and they were immediately captured. Keith was with 5 other guys and on arrival two of the men were marched out in the jungle by rebels and shot, execution style. He and the other two men were then held captive in the Colombian jungle for 5 years! He showed us the scars on his neck and said with a smile, "Don't take life for granted". Here's a video on YouTube after being rescued. He was an incredibly nice guy, and was positive about his experience. His picture is with his two twin sons. 


Saturday- while we didn't meet an American hero at the beach we did meet up with our friends Carlos and Sabrina for a beach cookout at my favorite Lido beach! The water is still pretty cold in the ocean but we stayed long enough to get cooked.






Sunday- Easter celebrations! While we're normally Saturday church people, since we went to the beach on Saturday we decided to go on Sunday. The service was phenomenal! The building was packed to the brim with people, with almost a 100 just out in the lobby watching the service on the big screens. Pastor Randy had an awesome message entitled "It is well" taking from the famous song written by Horatio Spafford. He reminded us of Christ's sacrifice on Easter and how it gives us the power to overcome our own battles in life. That "when we are weak, He is strong". 
Oh and what's a good Easter celebration with out humiliating a few dogs in Easter bunny ears?? 

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Amazing show- Blood, Sweat and Take Away


David and I have recently watched this show on the BBC called "Blood, Sweat and Take Away" about the high price of cheap food such as human exploitation in third world countries. At first I wasn't sure if I could stomach the show, knowing the questionable things that are done not only to animals, but to humans. For any of you that have spent time in a third world country know what I speak of. Its seen on the streets daily. The difficult life of living as a peasant, barely able to put food on the table for your family, despite the backbreaking labor you have done. This show brings 6 British men and women to Thailand in the first episode, first to see how rice is grown and then harvested. The team was made to live like an average rice farmer, and could only pay for their food and shelter from their combined wages from working in the rice fields. On the first day of planting the rice seeds they, as a team, failed in their task of planting a small field and received only half of their wages.  They were nearly in tears that night when they realized they only had money to buy bananas because most of it went to rent. You could see in their faces and they slowly realized that the world did not live like they did. The hunger pains felt by so many. It was amazing to see their transformation. Even the prissiest of girls was willing to gut fish in order to buy dinner for the night. The show is well made and incredibly convicting, as it should be. We, as westerners, need to have reminders that the world is not as we see it. There are so many things we can do though to help. Here's a few ideas I've compiled since watching the show:

1. First I think as a believer I know that prayers can do amazing things in people's lives. Lift up a prayer tonight for the people going to bed hungry. 
2. Kiva is an amazing organization that provides micro loans to entrepreneurs overseas.
3.Compassion International- you can sponsor a child overseas- by sending in your money they can go to school, or at least have a decent meal
3.Oxfam- This organization is the one promoted by Coldplay in "making trade fair". You can find information on products you buy overseas.
4. THINK LOCAL! Visit your local farmer's market to not only help your local economy- but also you know where you food came from.
5. Still thinking local...My church Bayside Community Church Bradenton sponsors a homeless breakfast every Saturday morning so you can reach out to your local community

So...think twice before you visit your local Taco Bell or McDonald's...on where your cheap food came from :)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Good Beer without the Guilt

For those of you women who are fellow beer drinkers such as myself, I found this article on Women Health Magazine to be very helpful! Now when you head to the beach you can grab an Amstel Light instead of Rolling Rock like I usually do!
http://www.womenshealthmag.com/weight-loss/best-light-beers

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Friday, March 19, 2010

Prayer for my poppa in Mexico


Here's an email from my dad sent the other morning. Wanted to share it with others so we can cover his team in prayer!!

Hey sweet family…Friday, I’m heading to Puebla, Mexico with 14 high school seniors and 4 leaders over spring break March 19-26.  We will be doing a number of things from serving at a small growing Christian school with grades K through 6th grade.  Then going to an orphanage to drop off clothes and love on kids.   There is an evangelistic rally scheduled with a high school group from El Camino the local church there we partner with.  Then to the mountains of Cuatatola to help with some construction and ministry projects at a church we also help with.   Can you pray for us?

·         We have an expectation for God to work.   Help us to see, experience and especially cooperate with what He wants.
·         Pray for logistics of travel, health, safety, and unity
·         Pray we would be servant leaders
·         Pray we would be used by God to help bring about life change through evangelism, serving, loving, and listening.  
·         Pray that the different cultures represented (in the mountains it is 3 cultures) will bring glory and honor to God as the viewing world sees the unity we have in Christ.

Thanks…your part helps change things there as well as us.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Funny news post- "Midnight Knitter"

midnight-knitter.jpg
Normally at this time of year, Wilbraham Park in West Cape May, New Jersey is a pretty depressing place.  It’s still at the tail-end of winter there, so everything’s dark and dreary and generally not the most pleasant to look at.  Of course, when spring comes, everything will be green again, but until then someone known as the Midnight Knitter has taken it upon him or herself to knit scarves, leggings, cozies, and yarn coverings for trees and lamp posts in the area.
While the town is mostly pro-Midnight Knitter, there are some concerns, like when the city will take down the knitted yarn.  Residents hope they’ll find a happy medium and remove the brightly-colored works only when they start to fade, tag, or become tattered, and not before then.  The police are asking around, but something tells me that the Midnight Knitter will never be caught of his or her own free will, if only because residents seem enthralled by the efforts.  It seems like a rare thing for knitting needles to be used for their intended purpose in such a fun way, rather than in a hurtful stabby way.
Associated Press

Sunday, March 07, 2010

My favorite song by my favorite artist

Blessed To Be A Witness

Credits: 
Ben Harper
Original Artist: 
Ben Harper


corcovado parted the sky
and through the darkness
on us he shined
crucified in stone
still his blood is my own
glory behold all my eyes have seen

i am blessed to be a witness
some have flown away
and can't be with us here today
like the hills of my home
some have crumbled and now are gone
gather around for today won't come again

i am blessed to be a witness
so much sorrow and pain
still i will not live in vain
like good questions never asked
is wisdom wasted on the past
only by the grace of god go i

i am blessed to be a witness

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Last week's vacation [pictures!]

Well in the past two weeks so much has happened. My last day at Healthy Families was February 19th :( It was such an amazing experience and I have to say I've really enjoyed all my coworkers. It was really hard to say goodbye but I just can't say no to new opportunities that come my way. After the 19th I had a whole week of vacation before starting my new job at the Safe Children Coalition .
So here's an update from the past week of vacation!
           
                          Monday- Traveled to Tampa Ikea to get a desk set or "workstation" that we  picked out online because I will be officing from home. Kinda blurry picture but basically its a desk/bookshelf combination. Here's the back:

           Here's the front! Its very convenient because it creates a separate office area. 
While I was in Tampa I had lunch with my friend Emily. Emily is in her last semester at  the University of South Florida to get her Masters in Social Work
 
During the week I also started on a new craft project to make tile mosaic coasters.
Here's the finished project (not there yet) 

 
I also spent A LOT of time with my dogs while on my vacation-
Roman ate a tree vine
 

 Lily ate a coconut
 

Wednesday- I got a chance to have dinner with a former coworker Patricia at Mi Pueblo's. Patricia is awesome
 

I also got my hair highlighted! The girl actually straightened it for me (I tipped her a little extra haha) 



Friday-I  joined a women community group called "Tea Time" lead by Deborah Peters. We enjoyed some Oolong and White Teas


Her friend also came to teach us how to make Cranberry Orange Zest scones! They were amazing ( I had to stop at two) 
 

      Sunday- ended the week by eating fresh oysters at Siesta Key Oyster Bar with my friends Jenny and Emily (and the guys) 





Thursday, February 18, 2010

Scarves galore!!




If there's one accessory that I can say I like the most it would be the scarf. A beautiful flowing river of color and patterns accents any boring outfit. My father, who is a missions pastor, would travel all over the globe to visit various missionaries our church supports, and would always bring back a new scarf for my mom, sister and me. From India, Turkey, China and South America, all with different patterns or embroidery, showing the brilliance of the maker. Each reflected the personal style of the country. The scarf from Turkey-a country known for its ideal trade location, being the epicenter of East meets West- made from silk with an intricate pattern of paisley etched throughout the design. The scarf from China, while plain in design the texture is of the most delicate silk threads. My mom has so many scarves she uses them as decoration in the home, as each are like a tapestry, draped over furniture it makes my mother's home look like an Arab tent. The coolest thing about scarves is that they can be worn in so many ways- like a tie, draped like a shawl, or just loosely strewn about! Check Overstock.com for a sale they are having right now on some of their scarves

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

My new job!

I wanted to announce that I'm officially an employee of the Safe Children Coalition, a social service agency under the YMCA today! I'm working at the Y-M-C-A...ok had to get that out haha. Comes with its perks- we now have a free membership to all the Y's in the area so hey- working out is now free! Here's the website to the Safe Children Coalition for more information: Foster a Child!

I have just completed orientation today and will start in a couple of weeks. Putting in my two weeks notice at Healthy Families has been emotionally draining, having to transition my clients to new FSW's, saying good byes (which I'm horrible at) and crying every night. I've been meeting with some of these families for almost a year, some people on a weekly basis. We've shared so much about life it seems like leaving an old friend. I pray each night that they see the value of our program and don't become discouraged by this transition. I feel responsible for people's lives...I know I can't do that, that I'm putting too much on myself but when you work with people its always complicated. My heart is hurting. But change always excites me...I'm really looking forward to working with foster children, providing support to foster parents, and spreading the info about foster care. There is so much work to be done to our foster care system...but don't get me started. I just picked up a book recently and its incredibly informative, though heart wrenching as it gives a voice to a few foster children- Orphan's of the Living (Here's a short review). While the book is difficult to read, as the stories of the children living in the foster care system are not simple by any means, it does open your eyes to a new world.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

My new hobbie: jewelry making!

Well I guess I can't really call it a new hobby, I've been making friendship necklaces since I was in 5th grade but this new hobby is a bit more sophisticated. I just recently bought Bead Style magazine and have been reading over the different types of materials needed to start as a Beginner. The project I'm going to start on is on the left. 

I have some of the supplies but still need to get the tools so I'm headed down the street to a local bead store called Beads FOB. local bead store (Don't have any clue why the store is named that...) I'm also thinking about attending a class in mid February to learn how to make this on the right-- but perhaps I'm being too ambitious. I've always had this dream to one day own a business whether is coffee or bikes or beads...or maybe all of them. David is going to help build a website for me to show my photography, beads and other random craft projects. If your a crafty person yourself and have a website as well I'd love to attach a link to yours! I'll keep you posted on the beading success and for any of you experts out there- would love advice!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I surrender

Today I was reflecting on this beautiful morning. The light of the morning streaming through the trees, spreading its warmth on the cold earth. I feel so inspired by nature's beauty everyday, feeling blessed to see God's creation before me. A song really ministered to me this morning that I wanted to share, the lyrics playing over and over "I surrender, all to you, Lord all to you". It was so powerful to hear the words coming out of my mouth. After repeating the verses I began thinking yes, I truly surrender. I've been holding on to so many things, my future, my marriage, my job, friends...not realizing that my tight grasp kept me from praying over these things. It was so refreshing to think that I didn't have to hold onto them any longer, exchanging my burden for His- "For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." 
That I could surrender these things to God. Its sort of been a theme of mine this year. Wanting to let go but never truly doing so. I share this in hopes that as a friend of mine you remind me of the truth. To surrender and be venerable before my Abba. To give him all.

My great Uncle Hoss (Bonanza!)

Whether this is true or not I like to think that I'm related to Dan Blocker, the character "Hoss" from the famous western show Bonanza. Hoss' character- the bigger than life, ten gallon cowboy hat wearing keeper of the justice was also incidentally my favorite as well. Every time we would watch the show my mother would chime in over our shoulders and say- there's your great Uncle Hoss! Of course any of you that know my mother know that she doesn't need a shred of real evidence to start a family story about our loving great Uncle. He was always the most jovial character, with all the funny lines. The story started when my mother found  out that he came from Texas (O'Donnell to be precise, for more info here's Dan Blocker's memorial ) and bears the same last name as my great grandmother Carmen Blocker, her maiden name before marrying my great grandfather. I never knew my great grandmother but I hear amazing stories about her, enjoyed dressing up in her lavish robes and dresses, thinking that we would've got along like peaches & cream! (sorry, I'm feeling a bit Texan today).  I like to picture that some days, me, my great granny, Uncle Dan, all riding around in an old pickup truck in the hill country of Texas, singing at the top of our lungs to Johnny Cash. I so wish I could've met my great grandmother and enjoyed her quirky personality.Its always good to know where you came from, what parts of your personality are really yours- or just handed down from generation to generation. And its always great to dream, enjoy your mind and let it wander.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

InSPAration a success!


Last night at our church we hosted a woman's event called InSPAration to treat the women of our church & their girlfriends to a free night of back massages, hand treatments, manicures, pedicures & hairstyling! We were told that there were 500 women come to the event, not including all the volunteers!! The event was meant to bless the women and also to recruit them to our small groups this Spring. A few of my friends and coworkers came as well so that made it extra special to me. I recruited a few women to our small group, got my nails done, got a back massage & free spa products. I'm so happy I have a church to be proud of you know? I feel so blessed to have a church that can bless our community! Amazing night! 

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Beach running benefits


Ok so I apologize ahead of time for those of you who do not live near a beach but I found out the other day when my friend Emily and I went jogging on the beach together all of the great benefits! So I am not the best runner (I actually secretly loathe it) but in order to get in shape for a 5K run to benefit Muscular Sclerosis in March we are determined to get into shape. I've set is as a goal to be in "running shape" by March. I know its not a long run but again- I haaaate running. Something about it just never motivated me. I loved mountain biking, frisbee, basketball...maybe the key was that I was chasing something...or something was chasing me. Either way I read online the benefits of beach running! According to surfingcapital.com, the reason that running on sand is so hard is that every time you attempt to push off it, the sand gives way, requiring you to exert approximately 1.6 times the energy that would be required to maintain the same speed on solid ground. For walkers, make that 2.1 to 2.7 times for energy. This of course means to me that I'm breathing harder and my butt hurts like h#%$. Have to be careful because it can also be harder on my feet because of the lack of arch support. So my friend Emily (picture) and I committed to running each week on Wednesdays. If any of you runners have any advice for a novice runner such as food tips or additional exercises let me know! Oh- and any motivational tips would be great too! :)

Thursday, January 14, 2010

2 year wedding anniversary!!

January 11, 2008
Two years ago I devoted myself in marriage to David. In the snowy mountains of Crested Butte we committed our lives in to one another. It was so serene. Just us and the pastor. I felt almost as if I was reading the ceremony from a book, not living it in real life. We flew in to Crested Butte, met with our pastor and the next day were married. I can't explain how happy I was. Even though I missed family and friends, it was perfect for us. I thank God everyday for blessing me with David. I truly believe God had predestined us to meet. Now two years later I feel exactly the same. We've argued, slammed doors, laughed hysterically, loved, cried but its all beautiful to me. I pray each day my marriage will be like my parents, when my dad told me- "I'm more in love with your mother today (25 years of marriage) than I was when we were first married". If this is love I can't wait to experience it in 25 years! 
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January 11, 2010

I choose contentment

I think I've finally reached a point in my life where I am content. Or at least I've decided I will choose to be content. Now this doesn't necessarily mean my life is where I want it to be or is perfect. My job is endlessly frustrating some days. I know each of us searches for a degree of contentment, our "God shaped hole" in each of us. I picture contentment as the feeling you get after a big sigh. Your body breathing out the frustrations, worries, tragedy, personal failures and saying to yourself- I'm ok. There might always be a better job out there, a better opportunity but I choose to be content in my circumstances. 
Now I am not confusing contentment with apathy I hope. I've been there before. A short period of feeling nothing after a hurtful breakup. I had never felt that before- simply not caring. It scared me more than my rebellious behavior. Apathy is a product of not following God's direction for you in life I think. Knowing he made you uniquely gifted and not choosing to use the gift, or using it for selfish gains. 
Oh here's a big one- being content with my body. Ok, I'm going to put it out there, I am at least 20 pounds overweight. Since my two years of marriage I've managed to go up two pant sizes. Its discouraging. But inevitable I guess after knowing what I eat. And I can't blame it on my husband, despite the fact he sometimes refuses to eat the meals I've made from Cooking Light recipe book. I can only choose to go to the gym & eat healthier (easier said than done right). I choose to be content, despite not being necessarily happy. 
 I think Paul says it best in Phillipians 4

 10I rejoice greatly in the Lord that at last you have renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you have been concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. 11I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. 12I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13I can do everything through him who gives me strength. 
He's found the "secret of being content in any and every situation". Sounds like a New York bestseller self help book title! When I read that it amazes me- its attainable. He's found it, maybe I can. And I truly believe in my heart that it is a choice. Its not ignorance, its not idealism, its a growing relationship with Christ. He gives us strength- emotionally, mentally, physically. He is our source, didn't Christ say he was the water and bread? Life sustaining

I don't know if you feel it too but this year I am excited. Excited about Christ like never before. I feel like I've awakened from a sleep, my vision clear, I desire the heart of God. Do I sound crazy? Maybe...but I want what Paul had, what David had, what Abraham had, what Elijah had. A life sustained by God. A life fully focused and committed. And what's truly crazy about this year is that I don't know what will happen, where we'll be, what I'll be doing. Its completely blank when I visualize how this year will be. But I do know that my eyes are seeking His face, and that's all I need to know.