Climbing Sand Dunes

Have you ever climbed a sand dune? I’ve done it in two different places—near the shores of Lake Michigan in northern Indiana, and at Great Sand Dunes National Park in Southwest Colorado.

Climbing sand dunes is hard work.

With every step you take up the dune, your foot slides halfway back down. So you make progress, but very slowly. And while it is beautiful—even exhilarating at times—it is exhausting.

This fall semester has felt like climbing sand dunes to me.

Learning a new job at work. Being a new parent (every step is still new, even though we're more than a year into the parenting thing). Settling into a new house and wanting so badly to do the fun things—painting and decorating—but struggling just to go to bed with a clean kitchen every night. And just when we reached the point of being unpacked, organized and ready to tackle some house projects, we realized we were out of money. Overspent on our budget actually. So Josh and I both picked up some freelance projects to earn some of that cash back. To say the least, balance in life feels like an unattainable goal right now.

I AM making progress. But it is slow. And it feels like one step forward, one-half step back.

It is also a very strange place to be in because I unequivocally love everything I have invested myself in. Marriage, parenting, students, church. I don't think I've ever had a season in life where so much has been so good.

But in the two weeks before Christmas vacation, both my chiropractor and my dentist confirmed that I am carrying a lot of stress around in my body. I know they're right. I also know this is why I spent most of my Christmas vacation sick. When I finally slowed down, I got the worst respiratory crud that I've had in a while. For a couple of days I was pretty much on the couch. For the rest of the time, I have been coughing, sniffling and fighting a sore throat.

The good news is I have had little on the schedule and lots of time to rest—even sleep in, which is amazing. But still, I hate having spent my vacation that way.

I am not writing this to complain. I just want to make a record of this time in my life, because I am eager to see what God will bring out of it. I know I can't maintain this pace forever. But I don't see any chance of the treadmill slowing anytime soon. I am living in that realm where I can't do it in my own strength, and I know that's often where God shows up. I just want to set up a mile marker, raise an Ebenezer, to remember this time, this place I'm in. Because it feels like a place that's growing fruit. I just don't know what the fruit is yet.
 

Wow Wows...

 
... are flowers, at least according to Lorien. I think that's my favorite word she has right now.

She has moved from signing “all done” to saying it, and she’s starting to say Mommy and Daddy instead of Mama and Dada. She says “mok” for milk and “ahh-sauce” for applesauce. She still likes to say “amen” and to tell you to get off the phone by saying “bye-bye” before you do.

She also says Ty Ty for her cousin Tyler, recently named Grandma Keffer “Mimi” and has learned to say “Gamaw” and “Gampaw” for my parents this past week. (Grandpa Keffer is Papaw.) She also dropped her bottle completely over Christmas and is drinking everything out of a sippy cup. What a big girl!

Christmas Cookies

Since I was maybe 7 or 8 years old, we have been making spritz cookies for Christmas. Tonight was the night for this Christmas season.

Can you even make cookies without a Kitchenaid mixer?

My dad is the chief baker. He doesn't cook much, 
but he can make Christmas cookies!

My niece, Kinsey

Fresh cookie dough. Don't worry ... it won't look like this for long.

The secret to our cookie making tradition 
is to turn the kids loose with the food color.

Tyler wanted blue and green.

Lorien was pretty tired and observed from the sidelines 
with her thumb in her mouth.

She removed it long enough to tell Tyler and Kinsey 
they were making a mess...

...and popped it back in again.

Now that's more like it.

Dad and Ty press out the cookies.

Steve is working on a special project. 
What will it be this year?

Next, we add the decorations

Gunsmoke

Yes, friends, we do make some uuuuuuugly Christmas cookies. 
It's a tradition.

Steve's finished project

Kinsey's masterpiece

Meeting Baby Mac

 
One providential circumstance in our lives right now is that, though Josh and I both have family living far away, at least some of those family members live within driving distance of each other. So when we visit the Midwest, we get to see my parents and two of my brothers in Ohio, and we get to see his sister and brother-in-law, who live in Michigan.

This time, there was a new nephew to meet too. Macrae Paxton Randall was born on 9.11.10. He is a big, happy boy with a winning smile!

Love the dimple!

Lorien checks out her new cousin.

She was not very happy about having another baby on Mom's lap,
but she agreed to let me hold him if I would hold her too. 

Baby feet!

We got to have a little Christmas gift exchange with the Randalls. Lorien got puzzles!

Macrae is rather oblivious to the unwrapping of presents. Even when they're his. 

Merry Christmas!

Small groupies and Graduation

Whirlwind week. We graduated the Fall 2010 Institute class during the day on Thursday, had our staff Christmas party that night and left our house at 7:30 the next morning to catch a flight to Ohio. 

Though it would be easy to jump full force into Christmas, I don't want to blow past graduation, because it has been such an amazing semester. Yes, we definitely had a great class of students, but there was also something different for me this semester that I don't fully understand.

The two tangible things that stand out to me were 1) I got to be closer to the classroom experience than ever before by supervising the student internships, and I absolutely loved it, and 2) I had a wonderful small group. Yes, I say that every semester, but I need to write about these ladies and how God brought them together as a little community this semester. In my living room. Every Wednesday night. 

My small group was made up of four roommates and one extra. Which might have seemed awkward, but it wasn't. Right away, it was easy to tell how three of the four roommates had been placed together. Meghan, Beka and Whitney are all blond, Southern, and outdoorsy (their observation, not mine). An easy match. Apparently, there was originally a fourth roommate of a similar description assigned to their apartment, but she dropped out and was replaced by the next person on the alternate list. Her name is Anne Marie...dark hair, hails from Wisconsin, business major, interested in politics. 

It could have been a setup for a serious case of "one of these things is not like the others." But it wasn't. It was amazing how these ladies made the most of their differences and really drew out each other's strengths. 

Like Beka's ability to put everyone at ease, make everyone feel incredibly loved and valued, and to ask really good questions. 

Or Meghan's uncanny combination of tough and tender: This is girl who backpacked for 30 days straight to complete her NOLS certificate, who has all the skills and vision of a budding executive, and yet has a deep compassion for at-risk youth and wants to through her energy and vision into pulling youth out of poverty and high-risk situations. 

Or Whitney, whose six foot stature and amazing blond hair turn heads wherever she goes. (She denies it, but her roommates tell the truth.) She is a leader among leaders, and yet God was doing big things in her life this semester with regards to weakness and choosing to be vulnerable. It was amazing to see what happens when someone that others perceive as very strong chooses to become weak...and very real.... It creates an atmosphere of authenticity and honesty in the whole group. 

And Anne Marie is a thinker. It became kind of a joke that when Anne Marie said, "I've been thinking...," she meant she'd been thinking about the thing at hand for hours. I often found myself pondering some insight she had contributed to the discussion and realizing it was a brand new perspective I'd never heard before, and that it was really challenging to me. 

Rounding out our group was Christine from Dallas. She dreams big. She knows what she wants. And she spent the semester opening herself up to the God of the universe, asking Him what His dreams are for her life. She was also willing to ask tough and insightful questions of herself...and of me. I knew that every time she came into my office, there would be something worthwhile to talk about. 

So every Wednesday night the six of us got together for a couple of hours, shared dessert, shared our lives, prayed and studied Scripture together. What a blessing, and definitely a tangible part of what made my semester so good. They got under my skin—I couldn't help but drop my guard. They served me, especially by offering free babysitting. I can't wait to see where God takes each of these beautiful ladies. 

One more note about important things this semester: I also met weekly with Mallory, whose goal for the semester was to "grow up." I think it takes a good dose of extant maturity to even set that as a goal. She comes from a great family, and I totally knew what she meant when she said she needed a push out of the nest...to learn to be a big girl and venture out into the adult world on her own. It was fun to walk with her on this first semester far from home—to share a love for teaching and literature, and to talk about life, love, marriage, personal finances, conflict resolution...just anything that was on her mind. I wish her the best as well!

I have to close with this final snapshot. During graduation, we sang the hymn "Holy, Holy, Holy"—an Institute favorite thanks to Dr. Del Tackett. Four guys who had been roommates were scattered at 3 different tables near me, and during the song, this is what happened: 

I cried. Loved seeing this tangible display of the brotherhood that had formed in their apartment this semester.

So, what can I say? I love my job. I'm tired out and ready for a break, but so thankful to have had these particular 44 students as a part of my life this semester. 

Zero to Fifty Nine

 
Lorien really took off walking over Thanksgiving weekend. On Thanksgiving Day, she put a half-dozen steps together for the first time. By Saturday night, she did fifty nine in a row!

"Before" Part Two: Downstairs

More "before" pictures: 

The front of the house ... or PART of the front of the house, anyway.
My lens wouldn't allow me to get the whole thing.
I promise I will get a good one soon. 

Just inside the front door is the living room. 

Another view of the living room, from the top of the stairs.
This gives you a perspective on how the living and dining rooms
are laid out. For reference, the front door is out of view
in the bottom right of the photo. 

Dining room with our craigslist table and free hutch.
I have big plans for the hutch, and it will not be the
same color when I am through. 

Family room, with the kitchen counter in the bottom right. 

Another view of the family room. Sliding patio door has already been
replaced, thanks to Josh and my dad. 

View from the family room: you can see the kitchen on the left
and barely see the living room beyond the stairs. 

Still to come: I need to post shots of the kitchen, basement and yard. 

"Before" Part Two: Upstairs

I took the whole week of Thanksgiving off and spent some time hanging out with Lorien and working on stuff around the house. We've reached a new plateau, of sorts: Most everything is unpacked and put away, but almost nothing has been personalized. All of these big, blank ivory walls feel like empty canvases to me, and I am just itching to put some color and some art on them. 

The last time I posted interior pictures of the house, the previous owner's stuff was still all over the place, so I thought this would be a good time to post another round, now that it's really ours and before we begin in earnest the work we want to do on it. So here is round two of "before" pictures. 

Lorien's room. It is the only room we painted before we moved in.
It's light yellow with a white faux finish. 

Her quilt is also one of the only things we've hung on the walls so far.
Still to do in this room: curtains, throw pillows for the window seat
and other wall hangings. It is a sweet, bright cheery room. 

Guest room. The walls and ceiling of this one need some repair work.

Office. This desk was a craigslist purchase that looks like it was MADE to fit
in this room. So excited about that, even if it is vintage 90s. Still to do
in this room: paint, art, curtains, and some fun stuff like
chalkboard paint on the closet doors, I think. 

Guest bath. We are all using this shower/tub because the master bath shower is not functional yet. 

Just want to point out that it came with a very snazzy toilet seat... 

... and a very bad tile job. :( 

Master bedroom

and another view

and another. I don't have a vision yet for colors in here. 

Master bath, with what Josh refers to as my redneck carpet job.
It's two different remnants covering the floor  until we are able to tile it. 

And here is the lovely project that greeted us in the master bath
when we ripped  up the old carpet. Gonna have to do a little more
demolition to find out the extent of the damage. Fun stuff.
We already have the new tile purchased, and I love it! 

Happy Thanksgiving...

... from our house to yours!

For the first time since we have been together, Josh and I both had our families on the other end of the country while we were here in Colorado. So we spent a lovely day with our Institute family at the home of the Lelands. I think there were about 25 people there for dinner, which feels about right to me.

Becca and I collaborated on Thanksgiving dinner, and I made my first turkey ever. I used the Pioneer Woman's brining recipe as well as her roasting instructions, and I was very pleased with the results (even though Josh thought the brining process looked like soaking the turkey in pond water overnight). Most of the guests brought food to share, so there was plenty to eat! For my first attempt at cooking Thanksgiving dinner, I was glad not to have to do it all on my own after all. And I feel much more confident than I did before today that I could pull off the whole shebang if I had to.

I am not sure how to elaborate on this without sounding wordy and trite, so I will simply say it: I have so much to be thankful for! For example...

Mmmmmmm...pumpkin pie.

(Which mom will also be having for breakfast all weekend, of course.)

"How ya feelin', Patrick?"

"Like I'm in my first trimester."

Estudiantes :)