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Ever meet a person whom you are instantly intrigued by? Someone who emulates a life full of experience, passion, grace and triumph intertwined with immense pain and loneliness? That's my Grandfather . Growing up in the Mennonite religion taught him to work hard to provide for his family and to love and fear his God. He could never boast of wealth while growing up, but he could boast in a hard work ethic. It was that work ethic that laid a solid foundation for his eleven sons and daughters. But Grandpa wasn't the kind of man to hoard his hard-earned money. As far back as I can remember, strangers and friends were in and out of Grandpa's house. One time, I asked Dad who these people were that were always coming and going. He said they were people who owed Grandpa money. They were hardly ever there repaying debts; Grandpa probably wouldn't have let them. Grandpa always had a story to tell, and there was always an audience to share it with. He LOVED telling stories of his ...

I hosted a BAR Prayer Party for Matt last night at my house inviting our friends and family to cover Matt in prayer. I was so blessed by the sweet attendees and the words spoken over Matt. We are surrounded with so much support. I've always been aware of it, but for those same supporters and family members to open their arms so willingly to Matt is overwhelming to me. It just reinstates in my mind that I have picked the right one ! And vice-versa. Some of Matt's friends that date back to elementary school live here as well and have been completely welcoming of me. I remember making a comment to Matt when he first moved here that "his people" would never really feel like "my people". But they do. My awesome group of supporters and encouragers have increased so much since Matt has moved here. That has to be one of the biggest blessings in life. To be surrounded by people that uplift you, support you, pray for you, and have fun with you. So, thank you to al...

It would've been easier if it was the actual bars Matt was frequenting. But it's not... It's the dreaded BAR exam that all law students loathe, fear, and eventually have to encounter. Matt has been studying for 8 weeks now, and this week is the culmination of all his efforts...and all my patience. At the beginning, I thought of writing him a note everyday of his studies, and then I though of cooking him dinner once a week while he studied. I did nothing. I prayed a lot, and I tried to be patient. I mostly feel like I missed out on what a huge blessing I could've been to Matt. He'll tell you I was the best throughout the whole process. Bad girlfriend or not, he's taking it this Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. 8 hours a day. He's such a trooper, so diligent, and I really am proud of him whether he passes or not. Good thing we'll be in Vegas when he finds out! So, throw out a prayer for my man this week. This is more than an exam to us. This is a gatew...

I realize it's a month into the New Year, but I want to know what your New Years' Resolutions are... Last year, I started the tradition of physically writing down my resolutions and then checking them off throughout the year. Read more . Check. (The Kindle is my new best friend). Get on a budget. Check! I love Dave Ramsey now! But when it came to getting down to my goal weight...not so much. Or cooking more...I still hate it. Or having regular quiet times...Dun, dun, dun. That's the kick in the gut one, isn't it? Why is it that the most important resolutions are the hardest to accomplish? Besides the obvious answer of them being hard...If I really want to better myself and become a more prepared future-wife, shouldn't I be jumping at the chance to cook for Matt more? And regular quiet times? I think I have the lamest excuses EVER for not delving into the Word. It's Sunday, "I heard a message this morning." It's Wednesday, "I sang in church t...

Written December 2006 The dull glow of the lights tries to penetrate the haze. You mingle. Lost and bewildered. The soiree is abuzz with voices. Gowns swish to the melody of the thrumming musicians. You catch his eye from across the grass. You yell out, "Don't you know I love you?" No sound is heard above the swelling cadence. You run to him. Your legs become trunks fashioned after the oaks surrounding you. The haze thickens into a dark fog that swirls; encircling and blinding. The trees catch the motion of the notes and begin to dance with the haze. His words slice and hot tears flow. "Remember that time?" he responds vaguely. "It never happened." You bring the blade close to your cheek to cool, to kiss, to kill. You can't run. You can't see. You can't speak. But the voices chirp, the musicians thrum, the gowns swish. The music doesn't s...

I have serious doubts about my current writing ability post-college; therefore, my first blog will consist of a story I wrote in my Creative Writing class my Junior year at Tech. Don't be concerned because of the seemingly violent nature of the story...it's just a story. I don't need therapy...anyway. Enjoy~ Sweat dampened Arria's flannel pajamas as her bed sheets tightened around her in a constricting hold. Arms and emotions flailed in a frenzy of anxiety and hatred. Yet amidst all the confusion, she held the gun steadily as he stood, hysterical before her. All the pain he put her through, all the love and despise that consumed her accumulated in this one moment, and just as she pulled the trigger… Arria bolted upright as she remembered the same dream, the same ending, and the same loneliness. Rain and ice pummeled the roof of her red brick house; held back only by the careless, overbearing oak trees. She stepped onto her balcony unaware of the ferocity of ...