On Katie's last post there are random pictures of the house when we first moved in, things were in disarray and slight chaos. Now, things have settled. Its hard to believe that its only been a few months since we moved into the God's Resort Community.
As i look back, and see how it was then, and how things are now i see many advancements. Closer relationships with the kids we are working with, boundaries that work to balance our lives, open doors into the homes of the other people that live at God's Resort.
Ive been thinking a lot about plans for the summer. There seems to be infinite options as to what i could do with that chunk of time. I ask that you pray for me as i make decisions about not only summer, but this spring as well.
I feel an uprising in my heart, i feel a call to not be conformed were i am and take another leap, like the one that took Katie and myself to God's Resort. I don't feel a call to move, just a call to not get to settled and forget the many things that we are able to do in the Lord's Name, and for his Glory. A feeling like im too comfortable were i am and there are still people out in the world that live in circumstances that should never be. I am amazed at the call that Jesus gave us. Just when we think we have it figured out, and can turn it into a method, is when he tugs on our heart and call us to HIM. I am feeling that call, to return simply to HIM. My Lord.
Christmas is almost here. This last sunday we had the Christmas gathering at the community house. Its was a blessing. I am almost done with my small gifts for the kids, im exited, I have been working on them since Cincinnati.
I love this quote that Emilie G. left on facebook. I think its a pretty good description of what happened this last week:
"The most eloquent testimony to the reality of the resurrection is not an empty tomb or a well-orchestrated pageant on Easter Sunday but rather a group of people whose life together is so radically different, so completely changed from the way the world builds a community, that there can be no explanation other than that something decisive has happened in history." - Will Willimon
Dec 18, 2007
Dec 17, 2007
These are the days we'll remember all our lives...
So this has been the craziest week ever. With the amazing ice storm that hit we were without power for 2 or 3 days at God's Resort. Our apartment is actually one of the only one's that didn't have gas heat and so we went to stay at the Udell's for what we thought would be a couple days. We were there for five. Long after the power was back on we, plus 20 of our other closest friends were having the best week ever for fellowship. It was Dena's last week and so the sending off was perfect. By Friday we were heading up to Kansas City to take Dena to the airport. After a night of window shopping, great BBQ and ice skating, we said goodbye to Dena at the airport and Megan and I (the only two left from the 15 who had gone up to KC) drove home through ice and snow in separate cars. We saw a tractor trailor wreck, another wreck, and to top it off a cow strolling down the median. We made it back safely though.
Here is the fun part of this post. After returning to our home after being gone a whole week, we still needed to clean out the refrigerator. It was fairly painless, outside of throwing away so much money in spoiled food. The interesting part came as I was piling the bags into the dumpster in our alley. I looked over to the side of our house and noticed that the cinder block that held the board that blocked the broken window leading to our basement was moved. The board was gone as well. Now I knew this wasn't good because we have this lady that drives down our alley weekly and feeds the strays in our neighborhood and I was guessing she had moved the block to let cats in to keep warm. So I walked over to block the entrance again and to my surprise I noticed something shoved in the window opening. You will not believe what it was! A catering tray full of baked beans. I kid you not. I cannot begin to describe the mix of emotions that rant hrough my mind at this point. I was laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it, worried that there were no telling how many animals under our house, and honestly a little ticked that someone had the audacity to stick a giant tray of beans in our basement! So I went inside hoping that would relieve some of the stench that was in our home after we had returned and knowing that the rest was probably cat poop in our basement. Now in the process of moving towards the basement a number of noises and events led my mind to begin wondering like it is sometimes prone to do until I had mustered up enough fear of what might be in our basement that I rushed back outside and called Megan. She was driving around the corner when I called so I recounted the story and we called the boys. In her defense Megan really could not believe anything but a cat was in our basement, but believe me if you had been there you would have been wondering too. So what do we do? We call boys to come look in our basement for us. Of course no one answered so I grabbed a broom and readied by the door as Megan swung it open. Now you know those scenes in the movies where they expect a giant monster and a tiny mouse comes scurrying out, this was one of those moments. We swing open the door, ready the broom, and there staring back at us with big black eyes is a tiny cat, not kitten, but a very small cat who looks at us and meows before slinking off under the house. At this point I get (deservingly) the most hilarious look from Megan who cannot believe what just happened and will probably never let me live it down. This story of course has now spread throughout our entire friend group and my name is now tarnished forever. :) I may at this rate have no shred of diginity left by the end of our time at God's Resort.
Here is the fun part of this post. After returning to our home after being gone a whole week, we still needed to clean out the refrigerator. It was fairly painless, outside of throwing away so much money in spoiled food. The interesting part came as I was piling the bags into the dumpster in our alley. I looked over to the side of our house and noticed that the cinder block that held the board that blocked the broken window leading to our basement was moved. The board was gone as well. Now I knew this wasn't good because we have this lady that drives down our alley weekly and feeds the strays in our neighborhood and I was guessing she had moved the block to let cats in to keep warm. So I walked over to block the entrance again and to my surprise I noticed something shoved in the window opening. You will not believe what it was! A catering tray full of baked beans. I kid you not. I cannot begin to describe the mix of emotions that rant hrough my mind at this point. I was laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it, worried that there were no telling how many animals under our house, and honestly a little ticked that someone had the audacity to stick a giant tray of beans in our basement! So I went inside hoping that would relieve some of the stench that was in our home after we had returned and knowing that the rest was probably cat poop in our basement. Now in the process of moving towards the basement a number of noises and events led my mind to begin wondering like it is sometimes prone to do until I had mustered up enough fear of what might be in our basement that I rushed back outside and called Megan. She was driving around the corner when I called so I recounted the story and we called the boys. In her defense Megan really could not believe anything but a cat was in our basement, but believe me if you had been there you would have been wondering too. So what do we do? We call boys to come look in our basement for us. Of course no one answered so I grabbed a broom and readied by the door as Megan swung it open. Now you know those scenes in the movies where they expect a giant monster and a tiny mouse comes scurrying out, this was one of those moments. We swing open the door, ready the broom, and there staring back at us with big black eyes is a tiny cat, not kitten, but a very small cat who looks at us and meows before slinking off under the house. At this point I get (deservingly) the most hilarious look from Megan who cannot believe what just happened and will probably never let me live it down. This story of course has now spread throughout our entire friend group and my name is now tarnished forever. :) I may at this rate have no shred of diginity left by the end of our time at God's Resort.
Christmas at God's Resort
I took some kids to Petland to play with puppies and we had a blast!
Karen finally got to ride in her limo to the school pizza party!
After decorating the house with lights, the Christmas parade came just up the street from us so of course we had to go catch candy!
We took the kids to burger king and the Christmas play at MSSU. They got to meet the cast afterwards and get autographs.
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