smile out loud

This has been itching to get out!

2011-11-09T20:48:00.000-08:00

So, early October I got to attend Come to the Fire...boy have I got a ton of notes I've been processing to share with ya'll! It was so great to be able to be in Columbus with some many women from home, but I have to give a special shout out to Annie Croft and her sweet Mama, Ginny Suderman. I spent most of my "free time" with them. Also, "HEEEEY!" goes out to the whole Downs gang, so good to see you and meet sweet Caleb. Last, but not least, the Seamans...I miss you and love you and appreciate all your supportive listening and kind words. Girls, you rock!

Ok, on to the main course...
Have you ever gotten to hear Beth Coppedge speak? She is so cute and full of great teaching. I ate it up. I seriously want to be like her. She was so spunky and also so, so obviously in love with my Jesus. She was 100% unashamed...it challenged me and makes me even today think about the opportunities I may have to be Jesus to someone or to tell them how sweet He is!

This is Beth...from my phone, not the best.

I came away with a new slogan that I can't let go of: "Please, offend me, tell me all the things that make you fired up, the things in your life that compel you to live the way you do...I hope you have the opportunity to offend me, so that I may also be given the chance to offend you, and maybe in so doing we will both learn and be changed forever." This is not what she said, it's what I took away from one particular part of her talk that night. To sum it up, she said a college friend had told her "Beth, you've got to stop talking about Jesus All. The. Time. You're making people uncomfortable." Well, as many of us would, she took that advice to heart and in a particular conversation she did not take the chance she would have normally taken to tell new friends about Jesus because she was worried about offending them, making them uncomfortable. That night, she and the same friend were talking and that SAME chickie who told her she was talking too much said, "Beth, how come you didn't tell them about Jesus? I was waiting for you to do it, or I would have said something." You can't please everyone, I've decided that my priority is Jesus and if my agenda to have you know and love Him too makes you uncomfortable, know that some things you are outspoken about may make me uncomfortable too...I'll let you speak, I'll even learn from you I'm sure...I want to be open to the ache of your heart as well...but please, give me a chance to be open to mine!

That was the biggest nugget, if you read no more, you'll be better off in my mind for having read that message alone, however...I got way more than just that. Here are a few other great thoughts I jotted down. They may make sence, they may only make sence to me who heard the context...who knows. :)

October 1st

When God says loose your life, He means it. We are missing His heart!
We must be living out these commands: Love your neighbor, the widow, the orphan.
GET RADICAL!
If the gospel is truth and for EVERYONE, YOU must be committed to be uncomfortable for Him.
Set your priorities upon His priorities, not your or the "American Dream" let your rest go...RADICAL.

October 2nd

Are you trusting God with His plan? Jesus wants to take us out of ourselves and make us other oriented...to fill us with agape love. Blessed are those who are not offended in Him. Many times we don't take up our toll or the burden of the cross because we don't want to be offended for the Lord. If you want to find out who you really are, life in His presence. He can come into the desire of our hearts, he can purify us with His blood. We don't have to know the guilt, or love our burden of sin. God wants to get our affections. Romans 12:3-6, transform yourself, talk to God. 2 Cor "Behold I make all things new." When circumstances are difficult we know this is not all there is. When we notice something that is done in love that fragrance lingers with us...it's important to notice and be noticed. We are not just talkers, but love GIVERS. If the things of God make you uncomfortable, just go back to the things of hell, where you are comfortable.

Oct 2nd Evening

If God answers your prayer how will it bring glory to Him?
Jesus, coffee and sinners will be allowed in the sanctuary at whatever church Nick and I plant for Him.
Boldness is what changes lives. Who ever met Jesus from someone who kept quiet, who chose laziness over action?
What good is it to have a changed heart if id didn't cause a changed life or influence others for change as well?
May we let every encounter be one that God can use us...never an inconvienance.
If we have really died to our God we will do more than talk.
We will not just want God because He performs the way we want Him to. Not because we are being made happy or our life is easy, but because we love him so much and can't help but spill out His goodness.
We are not to be religious, we are meant to be so in love we are unable to restrain or refrain from being Jesus.
We are works in progress.
If we are offensive in sharing Jesus, so be it.
...I beg of you, offend me by that which has changed you so I may have the opportunity to offend you by that which consumes me.
We MUST have more on our hearts than ourselves.

So good.

Awe, Beth, you are just simply toooo adorable!

Opening new doors

2011-09-15T21:03:00.000-07:00

I've been itching to get back to blogging. Probably because I subscribe to so many friends' blogs and I just want to write as great as they do. The everyday seems like such a fun adventure. Not that I'm ever going to be as great a writer, but I can try right? For instance check out Just a bump in the road for my friends trip with cancer. I commend her. Or, I love to check in on The Case Family and The Meyers Family. These are talented women, let me tell you. I'll post some more links later...

For now, lets get on to talking about MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Nick and I have left First Church, it was a hard decision, but as he puts it "Sometimes the right decision isn't always the easy one." We know that is what God wanted of us, so we followed. Now, if only He could be so direct with what to do next. For now, we are feeling lead to "fast" (oh, my friend April has a great blog and is fasting now too, check her out.) not just food, though we've cut that back to a minimal level...well, minimal for us...er, me? Pretty much no TV. (We have allowed a couple of movies with friends after a long evening of fellowship with none.) LOTS of prayer. We have found that we don't pray nearly enough TOGETHER...this has been so good and intimate. I love it. It's bringing us closer to each other and God. Crazy how that works, we aren't having a conversation with each other or anything, I guess it must just be the vulnerability of letting someone in on your prayer life everyday. It's great, regardless. Last, we've been reading a book by Matthew Barnett called "The Cause Within You"...on chapter 5, recommend it so far.

We are also making some future plans...we feel like God is asking us to start a church. PRAY...we are still trying to seek HIS will on Nazarene or Non-denominational) If you are in the Nazarene church...why? If you were and left, why? If you have thought of leaving and stayed, why? If you have left and went elsewhere, what did you find? What keeps you where you are either way? We are so curious about how other people relate to these questions. E-mail me or send me a note on facebook.

In other news...

I AM STARTING MY MASTERS!

I'd really like to get an MSW or something in the Education field. Maybe later. For now, I'm getting an MBA. I don't really know that I want or need an MBA, but Verizon is paying for it (FREE is for me!) and it will get me to higher career levels in life, so why not? Plus, I love school. I'm up for the challenge these days and Nick will be working later, so it will give me something to do. Bring it on!

This is such a hodge podge of what nots kind of post, I'm just getting back in the saddle, cut me a little slack.

I do want to add that I'm thankful for our friends who have offered "Godly Counsel" to us during this time of searching. It means so much to us that you are willing to invest in us in intimate ways in order to push us closer to Jesus. THANK YOU! I also want to say that I appreciate having a Husband that is willing to do the hard searching that is taking place in our lives, and willing to be a leader in our home even though we aren't sure where we are going to end up. He's willing to keep walking toward The Light and that makes me feel a million percent loved. We aren't doing life the way a church says to or that our culture may, or any other "outside" force for that matter, we're soaking in Jesus and going The Way...whatever that may be, I'm excited to be on this journey!

I'm thankful for Eric and Shelly being blessed with Marlee, and I'm thankful that Ahminda and I got to laugh some pretty good belly laughs tonight. I'm excited for my friends Kati and Dave on their engagement and Liz an Vik and Brooke and Frank (tis the season, huh?) I'm proud of my Mom. She's had a rough year, but she's 90 plus days clean and seems happier than she has been in a very long time. Way to go, woman! I'm also proud of my Sister, Michelle and her Husband, Mark...they have been great encouragement in these last few hard weeks of ours and our searching. I like and appreciate that.
I'm feeling very blessed by my job with Verizon, they treat us so well and I LOVE my co-workers (for real, love...not just love seeing them at work). My new boss is such a smarty-pants and is making my work so much less stressful with all his tips, can you complain about that? NO. Ugh...I seriously could go on and on, but I understand that reading about all my what not is probably only exciting for a finite timeframe, so...until next time...

UPDATE

2010-07-29T08:54:00.000-07:00

(Sigh...) (Drumroll...) FINALLY, I can update everyone on where Nick and I are and what we are doing! We've got big stuff going on here folks, BIG.
First off, lets talk about summer. We have enjoyed several camps this summer and are now in the first week of our internship at PFN in Portsmouth, OH. NEI was good to us with both teen services during campmeeting AND Sr. High camp. We had a blast and were able to see some college friends, Seth and Kindra (Owens) Baron and their super cute kids. NEI does a survey of the campers experiance...out of 160 campers 149 reported that they re-newed their committment to Christ and are seeking to grow deeper! 9 teens accepted Christ for the first time and we even had a MIRACLE! There was a camper who since birth had a vision problem. He could only ever see out of one eye at any time (never both together) and also had color blindness of different kinds in each eye. He prayed for God's joy one evening and MIRACLE...he reported that after asking for JOY, he recieved sight as well. He can now see out of both eyes at the same time and has perreferial vision as well as no more color blindness. Can I get a Praiselujah?! We had fun times at NEI. On a side note...Cowabunga burgers at Ivanhoes...SO GOOD, SUPER HUGE...never again will I attempt to eat the WHOLE THING!
WI camp was a total blast and allowed us to not only help a young man find Jesus for the first time, but also to teach many teens HOW to use their bible. We found this to be a very successful morning session time and had a ton of great feedback. Asside from those great God things, we were able to meet some new, lifelong friends...THE OLIVETIANS, and also had fun with Spoons for Forks, another ONU group (Improv Comedy...awesome, have them to your church.)

A mosaic of thankful.

2010-07-23T23:31:00.000-07:00

I just have to be thankful. It's been about a year since Nick and I got on the road full time...a little over a year ago, and maybe almost 2 now since we put in some tough work on our at the time crumbling marriage. My heart finally feels like I've come full circle. That all the broken spots aren't just mended, they are really healed. I was just driving tonight and I was overjoyed to feel so complete.
I spent some time with an old friend tonight and he said "You really seem like you guys are in a great place." I told him that we are and went on to say that my marriage just feels safe...comfortable. Then I thought, "like home." We've moved a lot and had MUCH transition, but I'm glad to feel so at peace that I'm home wherever we are together. I can't imagine life being any different. I was also talking about being on the road and in "full time" ministry and I said "It's so awesome to see people be filled with hope right before your eyes." You know, we see so many people who have no hope at all come to Jesus and though their situation doesn't automatically change, they do. Their posture, their countenance, everything. I told him I'm so blessed to be able to be a part of that...and I'd be poor any day to do it.
I am just beyond thankful that we can make a mess of our life...even something that is really good and God can take the things we shatter and turn them into the most beautiful mosaic to shine through. I'm thankful that I was able to be broken, that our marriage was able to be strengthened through my brokenness and that more than anything we are on the other side! I get butterflies again just thinking about the fact that I get to see Nick in one day after not having seen him for a week. I treasured all week that last kiss in the driveway before I left. I'm simply a lucky, lucky woman. Not because life has handed me everything easy, but because I serve a God who takes my burdens and makes them light if I'm willing to give them over to Him (sometimes much easier said than done). I'd love to write a post about some of the things I've learned through the hard work of letting God work, but since it IS 3:00am I'll save that for another time. For now, I'm gonna leave it at that.

Let the River Flow

2010-03-21T18:45:00.000-07:00

So, we were at a revival where they played that song every night and one night this came to me. I was thinking about revival and how this song fits in.
Lord,
with this river bed I've been given, may YOUR spirit flow. May I not be dry...lacking YOUR zeal, but may I be a current strong in movement with rapids plenty. A magnetic force drawing the thirsty to You. Give me life and let me be overflowing with your spirit.
Lord, let the river flow.
Let there be enough to flow...to Overflow! Oh, Lord, be a rushing current so strong Your lead is all I can follow.
Lord, let the river flow.
Let the river FLOOD, Lord, let the river FLOOD!
May I glorify you with all that I am. May I be a river full of life, ever willing to move closer to you, may I never become a stagnant pool full of toxified water, may I not sit idle and look pretty, but smell putrid.
Lord, let your river flow in me.
Bring vibrance and zestful excitement.
Let Your river flow.
Lord, let it be so.
3/1/2010
John 7:37-38

Time to get back to bloggin'

2010-02-23T20:11:00.001-08:00

So, I've decided that blogging is good for the soul and good for accountability. I'll be doing more of it again. :) I've spent the past two days making my page something I would want to look at (and hopefully something you will want to check out as well.) I'll post updates on what Nick and I are up to and possibly funny stories that happen in our travels along with my usual musings on where I'm at, what I'm thinking and whatever else happens to float my boat. I'll also post pictures, or sample pictures that will lead to my website, mindymay.com where I usually post my photography stuff. I have to say, I'm excited about the thought of getting back to a disciplined blog life...

it really is time to get back to bloggin' and it really is good for the soul.

686 days...and counting!

2008-12-23T12:43:00.000-08:00

I looked at our old wedding page today. I like to do that from time to time. Partly because I wonder if the web host ever delets those things...guess not. It's funny...it keeps track of how long you've been married. The total today is 686 days. Funny. It'll be two years in Feb. and in so many ways it doesn't seem like that long at all, in other ways it seems like it's been far longer. We have learned so much about each other. Nick knows when I'm getting a little rowdypants in my tone and often will stop talking to me until I calm it on down as he does not prefer to fight. I on the other hand could continue in an all out brawl until the matter is settled. Nick could eat until the cows come home and birth fields and fields of calfs. I on the other hand am more of a "dabbler"...eat all day and I get so frustrated with him sometimes when he doesn't have a good stopping place. He keeps my shopping under control and I keep his ideas in reality. We both have learned to budget better, to love better, and to laugh more. I'm excited to celebrate year number two. It's been so much nicer than year number one. LOL! We just know each other better and have gotten through all that change junk that makes year one so hard. We have a lot of big plans for our future and are both growing in the same direction.

...686 days. Not all blissful, but all purposeful and covered in the plan of Christ that got us together in the first place. I look forward to 68 years...

The weight of each thread.

2008-09-24T22:21:00.000-07:00

I broke down tonight. I really needed to. It was SO good to cry and pray from a place that gets overlooked too often in the bustle of life...especially life in a big city. There's just a faster pace, with so many more people...it takes longer to get almost everywhere-even though you can take an expressway to get there. My job is a new kind of stress these days and it hit me tonight what it is. I have had this immense headache for two days...just pressure. I think it must have been those tears scratching their way out. It's almost like I don't let myself slow down as much here.

We are in two different small groups right now (WHICH I LOVE, FYI.) and last night with one we got on the subject of our flesh being weak and our Spirit being strong...well, God's Spirit in us. It was very good stuff. :) Then, tonight I read chapter one of Sex God by Rob Bell...I recommend it so far. I only read the intro, chapter one and part of chapter 2. Then I just had to pray.

I've been like I said, SO stressed at work. I couldn't figure it out because it doesn't seem like there is really so much that I'm not managing well, but I just am slacking on this one case that I really need to get transferred by the end of the week. Tonight, after reading reminders of the humanity in humans and the God that loves them right where they are...it took my breath away. My "Stress" comes from the fact that transferring this case means that I'm not going to be the one "taking care of" 4 of my favorite kids. I'm not going to be the one to wipe off their little faces when Mom and Dad don't at their visit. I'm not going to be the one changing a diaper or telling Mom to just to make sure that it gets done before the 40 minute car ride they have to get "home". Above that though...it hit me that I am going to be part of "the ones" who strip these parents of their parental rights. In the not so distant future I am going to have to sit on a witness stand and testify that in the last year and a half, I have not seen anything from these parents (Parents who for many reasons bring vomit to my mouth...still touch that place in me that sees a MOTHER and a FATHER though gripped by their addictions LOVE their children...) I am going to sit and look them in the face and speak words against their ability to effectively parent. This is not something that hasn't happened...confrontation is sometimes an effective motivator. REALITY sometimes, just sometimes snaps people into the realization that if they don't work, they will loose their treasure. These parents don't and haven't worked on their plan. They get extra time... a second chance that most in their situation do not get...and they didn't take it. AND, yet I see the love when they pat a child on the head or hug them...
I go back to that place when I was little and didn't understand addiction. I go back there and I feel with these children who are about to loose their Mommy to something they don't understand. I go there and I feel with them the pain of being left behind. Being second to a substance that controls them and not understanding why I'm not more important. I go there and from that place, I hurt for them and with them. And, yet at the same time, I sand here with a world whizzing by me as if on a TV commercial where I am stopped and all else continues to move almost in fast forward... I stand here and understand the depth and grip of addiction and also the importance to innocence and the right to childhood that they will receive in the home that will raise them. I pray that someday they will understand their worth and their importance and that they are deeply loved. That they are even deeply loved by the parents who seem to be choosing them second right now. I pray that they understand without their own experiences the life sucking, dark place addiction has brought their parents to that has nothing to do with their love or any lack of love. But, a place that has so gripped them that they can not find a way out. I pray that someday these parents will experience the freedom of forgiveness and the weightlessness of grace.
I get why I am slacking. I get why I don't want to tie up the loose ends. I don't want to throw them away. I don't want them to be a number (a number that I have memorized from such frequent use)...I don't want to put that last paper in and stick their file into a bin that will eventually get shipped off with other numbers to another building...and ultimately rest in a room full of "closed records." I don't want to be part of what tears the tapestry of this tattered family. I don't want it. I don't want to end the weekly visit that is often chaos and so doesn't seem loving in many ways. I don't want to do it because I know how much those two older kids get it. I know how much they crave that one hour no matter how inconsistent...that one hour with their Mom and Dad. One, jaded and lovely hour.
I say all of this knowing that I do want for them the full tummies they have when they are tucked into warm beds saying their prayers with parents that love them. I say it knowing that I do want for them bright, hopeful futures out of a poverty mindset and expectant of LIFE. I say it knowing that I do trust for them to be loved and cared for and deeply woven into a new family...not just a patch on another family's quilt...but woven into their very existence. I know all of this and all of these beautiful new beginnings, and at the same time I morn for the parts of them that may never fully come to grieve all that will be lost. The piece of each life that will be cut from other lives, the chunks that will be torn one from another. The sad eyes and the tight hugs...just one last time. I know they will be "better off" and safe and loved. I KNOW. I trust and I LOVE the place they are going. The younger ones will always know it as home. I pray the older ones will come to trust it as home and feel all the warmth that "Home" should bring.

My soapbox of thoughts...

2008-06-26T20:04:00.000-07:00

The TV fast is going really good. I haven't even really missed it because I've been so busy. I am coming to understand more about being in relationship with Christ all the time everyday. I realize that our walk will forever be growing...that if Christ revealed to us all that we need to do to be more like Him at the point of "salvation" our heads would explode. I mean if I knew all at once all the things I am not doing "right" or need to be better at doing...I would feel so overwhelmed and defeated. Not the case. We have an AWESOME CREATOR that wants to continue creating us. He's not finished at the point of salvation or even sanctification...he's only beginning. I just love that thought. It's so freeing to have the mindset that every church service is to worship him. To bring him my everything. Every sermon is to grow and learn...in effect, it's for me. Every altar call, ever offer for repentance is to get me closer to Him...too often it's seen as such a negative thing. It's so condemning or just an avenue for judgment to go to the altar. Especially depending on what the message was about. No. The altar is like the dining table and we come to feast with our King. I'm just so rested and at the same time engaged and recharged.

The thing I understand better on sin is that we really can live sin free lives. I mean, I've believed this before in that I don't think God would send his son to die for us if we were only going to be able to know him more fully in his glory in heaven. It's for here too. But, I didn't understand what that meant. I get it. It's like every time we have a chance to sin and we take it there are actions or conscience (Holy Spirit) moments along the way where we know we should not do whatever, but if we choose to do it...we sin. Like lately, I'm trying to really be aware of God's presence in my food choices. I know I should not choose to go get a burger at McDonald's. For the general public maybe eating a hamburger is not a sin...or maybe it is if our body is a temple...but that's a whole other issue. All I know is that right now, God is trying to train me in a healthier choice selection...I have to listen for that. It happens all the time. If I were to choose to eat a hamburger, I would have to get in my car (He would be speaking), I would have to drive to the McDonald's, I would have to order my burger, pay for my burger, get my burger, unwrap my burger, PRAY FOR MY BURGER (Yes, I know you've been telling me this whole time that I should not get the burger, but would you please bless it to my body?) and then eat my burger. At the point which I choose to actually eat the burger I am sinning. I just think that's so profound to think about...how God chases us the whole way to our sin. I have conditioned myself to not listen if I don't want to. To make the choice I want.

I've also been thinking on the concept of Christians sinning. Can that really happen? Nick asks me that all the time and I usually stare at him like a lost dog...like, How the heck should I know the answer to such a question. He adamantly says, "No." all the time and I never really got that. But I have been thinking about it in terms of God can have no part with sin...and sin separates us from God. If Christ is living in us and God is part of Christ, then Christ can also have no part in sin. So at the point we choose to sin, does the Christ in us have to turn away? I would think so. I also think that's why when we are thick into sin we want God so deeply to rescue us. We are so void of his presence in the saturated way that we have Him when we are living in Him, that we yearn for that again while he has to turn away. We want him to turn back, to be with us...but if we are still sinning, he can not. He can forgive us, yes, but he can't just be there with us while we disgrace him. These are all just thinks I'm thinking on...not fully understood or developed even into totally rational thoughts...just thinks...that's all.

On Marriage...
Nick and I are doing excellent. I love him more everyday, and more everyday I just see a little bit more of Christ in him...which makes me want more of Christ in me too. It's not always that way, but it is now and it has been for awhile, so I'M ENJOYING IT! (And, it's taken a year to come to understand how to enjoy it...marriage is very binding. It's taken some time to figure out who Mind Jones is...because she's a little different than Mindy Spencer. I happened to like Mindy Spencer. I also now, happen to like Mindy Jones as well. :)) Marriage is so different than I thought it would be...harder. I honestly love it though. OH, I know this is long...sorry, suck it up. I've been thinking about all the people that are getting divorced or separated these days...some that have been married for a year or less and some that have been married for 50 years. I think about how often media makes it look so easy to just choose to separate...like it's a high school relationship you can just take a break from. And, divorce is becoming equal to "breaking up." People think this is to hard, I can't do this and then they have people telling them "You're right, you shouldn't be treated like that." or, "You don't have to put up with that." Abuse is obviously not ever ok. BUT, for the most part...problems happen. You aren't treated, nor do you treat your spouse the same as when you were dating. Life happens and things are harder. Pressures are bigger. But to all those people that get on these rants that it's ok to walk away. I want to tell them they are wrong! Divorce is not an option. Period. Divorce happens too much because people don't like being married. Um, the bible never says it's going to be easy at all. I don't care if you don't like it. Figure out a way that you do like it. Work on yourself and your marriage. Don't just leave. I mean for real. I don't LIKE working out, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't do it. Sometimes I don't like being a Christian because it's hard too, but that doesn't mean that I just choose to walk away from God all together. I think our culture and especially kids our age have gotten so accustomed to doing what we enjoy and having the world our way that we don't know how to be married and give more to someone else than we understand. We just quit and move on until we find something we think will be better. NO, we make what we have better! Ugh, sorry to get on that rant, but I was thinking about it in the car today and it was just making me sick. The kids to come are going to have no sense of what marriage looks like...they will have no trust that marriage is forever. And, the kids of our generation have no one fighting for their marriages. No one telling them their marriage will work or that they are believed in. We have hardly any role models ourselves. Man, I wish Nick was home. I just wanna hug 'em and tell him how thankful I am for him...ya know? That if I knew what I know now, I'd pick him all over again.

A still and quiet week.

2008-06-23T19:35:00.000-07:00

Since Nick will be gone until Friday, and we got rid of cable. I've decided to start my TV fast sooner rather than later. It'll be interesting since Nick's not home to keep that company turned off. I'm deciding on better company...Jesus.

We just got back from the Cross Style (http://www.crossstyle.com/) conference in TN and I've gained better insight on a few things. It's time to take some time and rest in Him. To understand what I've come to remember a little bit better and to be more alert of His presence. I understand the truth in the ability of Christ in us to never sin again. I've heard that before and I thought about it as a logical thing...that it makes sense that we would be able to be free of sin on earth, or Christ's death was for nothing. I mean, why would God send his son only to fully free us from sin SOMEDAY, when we get to heaven? I also came to better understand (or maybe a way of better articulating) salvation as a whole, the importance of being a treasure...and treasuring others.

All of these things I'll blog on this week at some point...for now, I'm just going to go spend a little time with my Jesus...

The Beauty of Being Broken.

2008-04-07T06:53:00.000-07:00

So, I had said that I would post more later on the thoughts that came from some prayer on what I should focus on a discipline. And...I guess now is as good of a time as any...
It was one of those "Ah Ha" moments that you really hate when it comes down to it. That pit in your stomach that comes with the heavy realization of just where you are. Where you’ve let yourself go. It’s that moment when if a mirror were in front of you and you looked in- you might not see that same face staring back at you as you expected to find. In my heart’s prayer on discipline and where I should be with it, I just have been asking God to show me...direct me on where to be, what to focus on. The megaphone answer I got of "JUST FOCUS ON SOMETHING, MINDY...BE DISCIPLINED IN SOMETHING FOR ME...ANYTHING!" Was not what I was expecting to hear back, nor really what I wanted to hear. Not what I’d like to admit, nor a place where I even want to begin. It’s a place that has forced me to look at the way I’ve been doing things and see how much easier I could have come to this point in the first place had He been in control all along. Shameful.
None the less, it is true and it is where I am. I found myself sitting there in one little peaceful moment feeling the weight of this direction. I pictured myself looking out over the space of life and seeing this jumbled up mess. I don’t mean for this to come across like I’ve made all these tons of (or even a few minor) mistakes that I’m dwelling on. It’s not like that. It’s the realization that I’ve been running my life for awhile now, and I suck at it. I need to be disciplined in something because I could make God’s heart happy right now by taking a step to do anything...and it would be monumental in comparison to the effort I’ve given him - probably over the last year or so. I just came to this "happy place" and allowed myself to start running the show. I’m tired. My brain is chaotic and my body is not as healthy as it was. I’m indulgent and unbelievably selfish. I am not as deeply touched by the little beautiful things in life as I used to be, because I’m too busy taking care of me to even notice them.
It’s like I told Nick the other day through a very tiny voice and face of tears..."I need Jesus." I just need him. It’s not even that I need more...more would be if I had allowed myself to have some and then I was getting more. No, I feel like I need Him all together. I need the person He is to possess me and get me back to better than I’ve ever been before. It’s funny, because when you realize that you need discipline in every area and every way...where do you begin? So...this is where I’m beginning. In a fragile little place that starts with letting go. In a wonderful place of slow and clear rather than rushed and "grabby". I’m getting back to being intentional...
and I know it because today I noticed how beautiful the sky was....and because my brain is peaceful...because I’m writing this at all...and because...at least in my world...the air just smells cleaner when Jesus is in it...and today it does.

List of Goodness.

2008-03-12T18:50:00.000-07:00

Tonight is the kind of night that things I'm thankful for aren't as easily accessible in my brain. Like the artful, Christlike eye that I used to have has gotten cataracts and I fuzzily look at the blessings around me. Those scales gotsta get off me though...
1. The fully thankful prayer I had before eating some Mac and Cheese after 10 food less days.
2. The spray that sanitizes the toilet seats at work. (Ingenious.)
3. That the sun shone today so bright and WARM!
4. The way one of my cognitively impaired kids who has school phobia was SO excited to tell me he went to school today and LOVED it and has a girlfriend and can't wait to go back tomorrow.
5. How Nick and I went to Wal Mart and walked around and did not buy a thing.
6. That a Speedway car wash and a 1/2 tank of gas reminded me of home.
7. An open sunroof today.
8. The kind of kiss Nicholas gave me today that was so sweet and just made me feel so incredibly loved. (That's my favorite one)
9. That I'm about to crawl into a warm bed and watch Rob and Big.

Life IS good.

Day 10...of 10.

2008-03-12T18:25:00.000-07:00

That's right. My 40 Day endevor is up at day 10. I do not like how I feel going without food that long. I was doing pretty good but today I got these wicked bad stomach cramps...and I'm just a wimp. I realized that in the end I'm doing this fast for the wrong reasons. I mean, it's good to support my husband in something so big, but it's still not what fasting is about. I was doing it on my own in a sence because I didn't "feel led" to be fasting. So, I'm going to take a few days and spend some time in prayer on what I should be doing. Watching Nick do this makes me want to put more effort into a discipline of some sort. I need to be drawing ever nearer to the Lord as this is making Nick. I see it. He's just doing so well and has been in the word like it's his job (I guess it kind of is all of our job). So, I'm done starving myself...for the sake of starving myself and on to the heart of what this whole thing was about...drawing closer to God. I need to be. I need to get real and raw and vulnerable with Him on who I am. I need to smell like Jesus to other people. I need them to look at me see Him.
I used to spend so much more time in prayer, so much more time writing and painting, and pondering. I remember a time when everyday I craved my time with Christ. A special alone place in His presence...I let that time get mixed into the mess of life and somehow it became like that post it note you write on and then flop it on your desk. When you go to look for it you can't find it because it's stuck to the back of a different piece of paper that you've shoved in some drawer. Now is the time I've found that paper again. I'm peeling off that post it and thinking...OH, MAN! How did I loose this? It was so important!

On a total side note...is anyone else as stoked for Horton Hears a Who to come out?! I can't wait! We'll be out of town this weekend, but hopefully next week we can catch it. :)

Where are you at? I'm not talking geographically, or even in the span of life or anything like that. I'm talking about where are YOU at? Where are you letting God be at with you? (It's not a matter of where God is because He's always there...) I'm not even sure how I answer these things right this second, but I'm going to take a few days to focus and I'll articulate some of that in my next post.

The Fast Day 2 of 40

2008-03-04T18:01:00.000-08:00

...38 to go! Nick and I are fasting for 40 days straight. It's a lifelong goal of his and something I've thought about doing several times...more in the simplifying part of things than in the STARVING part. (That seems to be what I'm doing today...) I think it's going to be really great though, we already are learning about our own habits with food. We're seeing how much we base our plans around where we'll be eating, what we'll be eating, or when we'll be eating it. Now, we're having liquids only for the next few (yeah, 38...so what.) days. Yesterday was pretty easy and I just kept thing of that verse "Men can not live on bread alone, but the every word of God." It's like that's what we're doing...living on the every word of God. Today on the other hand I'm thinking more of Proverbs 15:1 "A gentle word turns away rath, but harsh words stir up anger." Sometimes you have to be intentional about your attitude...ok, honestly we should ALWAYS be letting God do the attitude thing for us, but in reality I choose more than I let him. So, today I'm thinking on this gentle word business...an empty stomach and a mouth that wants some crunchy, salty, cheesey nachos...my words need to remain gentle. I was talking to Nick about how even though we are only two days in I'm proud of us for having such good attitudes to one another. I know us and I know that when we're hungry...it's not usually gentle words that come out. :) More...spicey. HA! We are just so blessed to feel God's presence already. I know it's going to be tough (as DAY 2 has already shown me), but I am also very certain that God is with us and that He will only reveal himself more and more as we get our focus on him and off being hungry.
Until next time,
Fat kids for Christ
AKA The Joneses

You'll Just Know...

2006-12-28T21:06:00.000-08:00

You'll Just Know... Current mood: Certain.
I have often found myself in long pauses of wonderment over the simple statement of "You'll just know" in refrence to KNOWING when you've found "the one". Wonderment that has been an ever evolving process. First, before I met anyone I would date...it went something like a fairytale that was easily played in my head to the end...where I was His jewel...a treasure and he was my best prize and favorite place. Next came the meeting of a few who I could picture in that place...and I let myself dream there. Time has a way of capturing the realities which make people human though and easily the jaded ideas of youth quickly morph into just that...ideas. A defense so intense I think I actually stopped trying to find anyone and found the sentiments of the precious ladies who incesently prayed for me (with the best of intentions and motives) to "meet Mr. Right" annoying. A place which romantisized the single life and at the same left me crying in grocery stores alone over the longing which I wanted to ignore. Girlfriends, laughter and great discussions on meaningful life lessons, or theological thought were frequent. I felt complete and strong again...finally. A single girl out on her own and "making it." Again I started to contemplate the whole idea of "KNOWING" anything. How can we ever really know anything was the only thought I entertained on the whole matter...a line of thinking I found completely unimaginable. When you think you've met someone to fill the best friend and boyfriend role, it's easy to envision that being the best and most amazing thing to ever happen. You know, the person you begin comparing ever other person there after to. The same person who at the time broke your heart...and made you question everything. I found myself watching movies and loving the kind where these two were in a like scenario one dating this one and the other having found that one of their own as well...but in the end the two realized they were ment to be after all. I thought that I "Knew" and if things didn't work out to come back to that one great person I was sure spinsterhood was better than finding second best.

WHAT WAS I THINKNG?! ...that's how you KNOW. You know when there is NO other person you could ever see yourself spending life with. When you would rather have your own company, alone than think of spending time romantically with anyone but him. It's a kind of longing that physically hurts to be apart. The kind that makes you notice the little things...like how his left eye is a little squintier than the right when he smiles. How the smile for for somehing passingly funny is SO different from the smile at you or the smile over his Grandma. How you worry about him when the "normal" that you've developed changes. Not the kind of worry that stems from some mistrust or fear like it has in the past, but genuine concern that something has happened. You know when the first idealistic dreams are no longer dreams, but your complete realilty...or, even better. When the sound of his voice makes your whole face smile even if you're so stressed you could cry. You know when it doesn't take a fancy date to make the evening perfect, but farting and sweatpants and making memories filled with laughter are your first pick everytime. When people watching at Wal-Mart and the dollar theater sound like great date ideas. Looking forward to favorite spots like Fitzy's feel like home...and the ladies from his church hug ya and you feel like you're with family still. You know when the natural reaction you would normally give to everyone else (especially when woken from a great sleep) which is less than plesant turns to a something that makes your heart happy. When that which could be an argument never escalates to that point because "winning" isn't the goal. Oh, one of the best ways to know...when you've hung up less than happy and it only takes moments for one of you to call the other just to remind them that all is well. You know when there is a certianty of future which settles upon all the walls you used to have and quickly it's weight turns every one to dust. And, at THAT moment you not only KNOW, but also realize just how vulnerable you've allowed yourself to become...which far surpasses any place you've ever been before. A place that now only looks back to recognize how far you've come. You'll know, trust me..."When you KNOW, you know." Hmmmmmmmmm...to be in a place which knows only that this place was worth all the trip of the broken road it took to get there. A place which puts God first and helps you understand in a whole new way what the love of Christ looks like on earth.

And from this place I say that I am so in love with Nicholas Barrett Jones. I can't wait to be his wife and can't ever picture myself with anyone else. He amazes me more everyday and everyday I'm astounded that I love him more. I don't understand it, but it's true. I can't explain it...and for that I'm happy for ease of articulation often only means that something is common. I can say as he would have me do that the opposite of this feeling would be "Sitting alone in a gray room with no heat on a chair made of concrete." It feels nothing like that would and everything like it wouldn't.

What's Important.

2006-12-12T09:26:00.000-08:00

Ya know, I'm having a bit of a "so so" kind of morning. My shower was CRAP and the antifreeze light came on (again) when I started up my car. Not to mention the wipers are still acting up. I got to work...dreading coming in and my boss annoyed me right off because I had given her this letter about all that I've got going for the holidays - really, just checking in sort of a deal with a few questions. Well, she gave it back with a few things marked and when I was IN HER OFFICE she never said a word about any of it. Isn't that her job? So, I told myself this morning that I'm going to have a pleasant attitude and a cheerful countenance because my mood does, whether I realize it or not effect the seniors who come in and my co-workers. I want to reflect the joy of Christ in a season that for many around here is lonely and filled with grump of their own. SO, that's my goal today...this dreary, rainy day full of more hurry than rest I will be cheerful and remember that I am blessed with a job and a car even if they are both giving me grief. I am blessed with the man of my dreams...even if he is 300 miles away, and I am blessed with a country that allows me to practice loving my God any peaceful way that I'd like to public or private.

So, after taking a second to be thankful for my many blessings...grief that they bring and all...I opened my e-mail. There in my box was an update from a friend who's teaching in China. Amidst the struggle she has there were the words:

“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts,since as members of one body
you were called to peace.And be thankful. Let the word of Christ
dwell in yourichly as you teach and admonish one another with allwisdom, and as
you sing psalms, hymns and spiritualsongs with gratitude in your hearts to
God. Andwhatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all inthe
name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God theFather through him.” Colossians
3: 15-17

and I said "Yeah." That's just what I need to do. I'm thankful for this reminder and I pass it along to you...a reminder that we choose our mood and we choose what others see in us. May we today choose Christ.

THE story of how he caught me. :)

2006-12-06T05:42:00.000-08:00

www.myspace.com/mindymayspencer for pictures :)
"THE story" of his proposal. Current mood: ecstatic
On Saturday morning I drove up and met her dad for breakfast to ask for herhand in marriage. I was really nervous and had this entire thing I wasgoing to tell him and practiced it and everything. But then it was time toask him and I got nervous, so I just said that I had a question for him.As he grinned and said OK...I said, "Can I marry Mindy?" He said, "Yes youcan". I was pretty excited, one down and now one to go!!! I had beentelling her all day that I had a surprise for her but had told her earlierin the week that I was not going to propose this weekend (obviously Ichanged my mind). So that night we went to supper at a nice restaurant andthen went back to her apartment and watched a movie, and after the moviewas over I asked her if she wanted her surprise. She of course said yes.I told her to go and wait in her car and I would call her on her cellphone. So I got everything ready and then called her on her cell phone andhad her come up, knock on the door to her apartment, and have her eyesclosed. Then I led her into this little room in her apartment, which shecalls her "prayer room". I sat her down in this chair and knelt down andhad a large bowl of water and a Bible open to John Chapter 13 (The LastSupper). To begin, I had her read the first part where it talks about Jesuswashing his disciple's feet, down to the part where Petersaid that he would not let Jesus wash his feet. Jesus answered that unlessI wash your feet you will have no part with me. I told her that in thesame way unless I washed her feet then she would have no part with me! SoI washed her feet and then continued on to tell her that after He washedtheir feet they had communion. So I went into the other room andgot a goblet with grape juice in it and a loaf of bread. I took it intothe other room and then we had communion together. I then explained that Ihad made 3 promises to my grandmother at her graveside 1. To meet her inheaven again someday, 2. To shake the Holiness movement, and 3. Tocontinue her legacy. So I then took her into her kitchen with her eyesclosed. I got down on 1 knee and had the ring in my hand and asked her(while her eyes were closed) if she would meet my grandmother and me inheaven someday, if she would shake the holiness movement with me, and ifshe would continue on my grandmother's legacy with me. Then I told her shecould open her eyes, and she looked down at me. When she did I pointed to thecounter where I had 100 candles lit and that spelled out Will You Marry Me?I then asked her "Mindy May Spencer…Will You Marry Me?" She said "YES!!!" Now this is the really awesome part. She had told me that she hadsomething special for me after I proposed to her but she never said what itwas. So I was a little freaked out because I didn't know what was coming.So she took me into her living room and sat me down. Then she pulled out atub with a Bible in it and a little book. She went and filled up the tubwith water and told me that when she was a freshman in college that she hadone day hoped that whoever proposed to her would wash her feet. But shefigured that no guy would do that, she had only heard of one other persondoing this before. So she figured that since he probably wouldn't be doingthat she wanted to. So she had the EXACT SAME scripture marked for me toread and read me what she had written in this little book and thenproceeded to wash me feet as well. We then knelt down after that andprayed together for God to bless the relationship.HOW WEIRD IS THAT??? SHE HAD NEVER TOLD ME ANYTHING ABOUT THE FOOTWASHING THING!!!!!

Testimony v.s. background...BIG Difference, HUGE.

2006-10-16T15:39:00.000-07:00

I have a great and blessed testimony I'm realizing these days...with much more ease and jubilee than ever before. As our speaker last night, Brent puts it...I want to be the lady with the "Woo"...you know that little old lady in church who comes in and it takes her about ten minutes to get seated because she's got to get her purse in just the right place and get both hands "free" of stuff because she's gonna need them to make the slow trek from upright to seated. The same lady that though it takes such exertion and effort still stands for prayer and the reading of God's (still living) word. The lady that when worship comes jumps up and down a little in her spot- though she can barely stand. Oh, I want to be like that. To sing a "Woo" in the middle of a sermon because "Amen." might just be to cliché' and "Preach it" can't justify what really needs articulating. Can we articulate that "Woo"? Those who've got it know what I mean. The smile that beams from your toes and didn't get there by accident. I'm becoming her, I'm doing it with intention...ok, maybe not doing it with intention, but noticing this transformation with intention. Maybe an intention that isn't really necessary because the change would happen either way...but I don't want to miss it. I don't want to miss a thing of it. There is new life breathing in my bones and through EVERY fiber of what hems me in behind and in front. Scales are falling off and I am bound to a force exceedingly greater than my words do justice to. A new boldness is rising up in who I am to be a Revolutionary Christian. Not so that I might "toot my own horn" and say that I am, but so that dead, sleepwalkers...like myself can know what this does to every day...every NEW and beautiful day. How it morphs every backdrop of drab into a rainbow of color and changes every wrinkle into a crevasse of wisdom.

I often think about my testimony...something I've written before, but would not...probably ever write the same again. In the past few days it has occurred to me that the "testimony" I used to have was full of the experiences of other people and how they have shaped me. Yes, that's important to the woman I've becoming and have yet to become, however it's not at all what makes me BURST with the glow of Christ...it's not the overflow of heart with which my mouth speaks. Nope, it's just history. Relevant, but not me.

Today's testimony is one that glories in the spot which says I'm fortunate because I don't have a place of despair which I had to hit the rock bottom of in order to find the fullness of Christ. It's one which revels in a purity far past expectations laid on me...spotless, not in full, but clean all the same. It's a place which finds identity in communion (a lesson taught and re-taught to a place deeper than I travel regularly), family larger and love richer than even what I know already. Oh, it is a place of dancing and a place of cheeks big, eyes squinty and overflowing with tears smiles, and Old men yelling "Glory!" with shaky voice at the weight of all that really means...joy which brings strength and embrace which protects...everything. MY testimony is one that will forever be rooted in a place which remembers asking at such a young age "How do I get saved?" ...and also which was sensitive in times when "Christians" weren’t necessarily unveiled in full, but Christ was known. And, I will resound, resonate, and restore that growing "Woo!" which revolutionizes me...my world, and hopefully, everything Christ wants to do or touch through it!

My testimony is that at a young, young age my mother brought me to church at Green Meadow Bible Baptist church. I wore pretty dresses and learned to memorize scripture. I recited said scripture and acquired my first bible...one that I had earned by hiding the words in its pages in my heart. I had to leave that church, but Christ did not leave me. I moved to the country and lost contact with the church for a bit, but Chapman Memorial Church of the Nazarene Care-A-Van picked me up...not sure how that happened, but one day it did...and I learned the love of Christ more. I don't really remember that time, but I'm sure that it's all part of that growing seed which was so ever thirsty in me. That same seed moved with me away from any church once again, but yet Christ remained. He was with me, and heard every one of my prayers. I grew with a "pleasant personality" and was "a kind person" but lacked direction. Again, God came with me when we moved. The direction and ache of my heart...an invitation was all I wanted. Someone to invite me to church. I couldn't drive and wasn't going to seek it out, but it was the ache within me for so long. I missed the regularity and JOY of that setting. My neighbor did it, she invited me to a "SNURCH/teen party" almost ten years ago now and so begins the "Woo..." Christ took that seed and began to pour miracle grow on it at Chapman (again...who would have known)...I say miracle grow and not water, because in the ten years I've been in church since that date the seed has rooted, grown into a tree and is now bearing fruits of it's own, with roots that run deeper than I knew existed within me. Purpose, direction and a family embracing every hill, attitude and driven goal throughout that time and continuing today is what I found in my "home church." Consistency is what I've come to expect and know I can trust from under that steeple when the doors open and I am loved by all those people. Revolutionaries in my life like Ryanne Lash, and Karla Crawford, Pam Lash, Patti Lewis and Dave Downs. Pastor Boone and Denise, Rev. Mike Benson, Jen Johnston, Tanya and Doug Delong, Doug and Paula McVay and Jessica Rozga…all for different reasons unique to who they are and how Christ uses them in the whole big picture, but REVOLUTIONARY none the less.

My background is that my parents divorced when I was just a little girl and for the past almost 20 years my mom has been in and out of my life. Always choosing something over a relationship with myself or my sister...be it a drug, a man, a woman, or these days alcohol. She's become a woman who hates herself and can't articulate her heritage because she's lost the source of her joy. Her story is what makes my background incredible and my testimony only that much more glorious. I witnessed things in my youth that only someone who's had a parent on drugs would ever understand...and I was sheltered compared to many who have had that situation...Praise God. I have within this background a father who went above and beyond to make sure the woman I am today would be strong, self sufficient, and able to smile from a genuine place. A dad who worked and still does...hard for where and who he is, never loosing site of the importance of family or protecting the innocence of his baby girl. My background would tell you of lonely times when I just wanted a mom to hold me or BE with me, of times when I wanted that same lady who first brought me to church to remember what that's really about. It would open your eyes to a place that remembers what it means to have the shatter of more than one family member be spared from their attempt at suicide. The sound of dishes breaking and quiet tears in the arms of my sister…who was that night only beginning to take on the roll of protector. A sister who endured more than I had to during those times and subsequently took a little longer to trust the same Christ which I was luckily and easily drawn to…yet, a sister who decided to let Him find her in abundant fullness all the same. It’s background…history…that’s all…it’s not what gives me even an ounce of the “WOO!” Amen.

A Countenance of Joy

2006-10-02T13:07:00.000-07:00

It's been a trying past week and it seems this Monday is no different. Last week, honestly something went wrong every single day. Amidst all that is imperfect in life as of late however, I've still got so much joy. I am a blessed girl. Last night I got not one, but TWO speeding tickets on my way home from Ohio. Now, I could be really upset about this but in the end, what good would that do except drag out the already extended pity which will be upon my bank and insurance accounts on its own. As I was driving away from the second incident I felt as though it was God's way of reminding me that He's taking care of me. I know it sounds weird. I was SO tired though and honestly, it was a relief to get a little wake up. Better than a deer in the side of my car or a tree right? Plus, today I've been reminded that I've been given people to love and who fill me with love right back and that's worth something. It's worth a week of burden for ceaseless prayer over lumps among those of us who are "too young for this" because I've got someone to care about having a lump, and it's worth the humbling spirit, which makes me reach outside of doing things on my own and allows someone else to feel useful. It's worth the tickets which remind me that I'm glad I am traveling home because it means there was someone important to go see in Ohio and I'm glad it was so late because that reminds me that I didn't want to leave…

Sunday.

2006-09-17T14:18:00.000-07:00

So, I've gotten discouraged and then also been reminded that's crap...over the past few months of life on my own as Mindy Spencer, single and livin' alone in small town Vicksburg. I have a great network of people who love me and show it in real ways on an almost daily basis, so...you would think that the parts in life which are mountains would be a little easier, right? Not the case. I'm finding more that those who love me sometimes don't trust the decisions I make as a 26 year old woman and would rather give me their "wiser" encouragement...saying that they just don't want to see me hurt.

Instead of taking this to heart, I took it to God. I went on a little hike since it was a beautiful day and I sat in the solitude of nature with God. It's overwhelming how much one can learn in just a few hours when there are no distractions. I wrote, I got lost...and found and in the end took myself to a Saturday night service at a local church. I participated in the kind of worship that left me feeling ungrateful for being so filled when I was just there trying to bless the Lord...instead, he gave to me. I was reminded that we are to live by the Spirit and not the flesh and asked myself what everyday could look like if I took that more seriously...more literally. Like every minute. What would it look like if at every moment in my day I was using it as a worshipful experience in which I was GIVING my best to God. I'll have to think on that for awhile...it's a good thing.
I went to Barnes and Noble and read up a little on God's will and what it is. It's a confusing thing this will of God. Something that calls us so far out of comfort and so deep into faith. I'm astounded. I'm so in awe of the place that Christ wants us to be and so immobilized at the thought of being completely unprotected and yet COVERED by him all in the same instance. I was reminded that the person of Mindy...filled with Christ has a light burden and an easy yolk. An easy yolk. Yep, I'm not in it alone and He's not just beside me, He's fastened tight and steering my path. Did you know that if two oxen are in a yolk and one is larger than the other the larger one will direct the path such that they will plow a circle. We are to be evenly yolked for this reason...I love that! I love that his yolk is easy...and he's in a yolk with me...he's steering our path but at a pace and size which does not take over, rather it leads...at the same pace I'm at and in the same size I can carry. I LOVE the idea that after repeated "plowings" together the oxen develop stronger muscles together and are able to do more work!

I was also thinking on the idea that those who are starving at some point come to a spot which says to their body they aren't hungry anymore even if food is placed before them. We are like that in our spiritual lives too. If we stop "eating" we loose the appetite which once was SO HUNGRY. We come to a point that says even when opportunities are placed before us they are unappetizing. What is that?! We need to eat. We need to keep our spiritual metabolism up so that we are always energized to do the next task. God knew there would be burdens in life and he knew we'd need Jesus to get us through them. It's like my pastor said in church today,

"God's presence never leaves us. Even when we are doing our daily ins and outs,
he's ALWAYS there. We need only stop and acknowledge Him. We don't need the most
intense worship and the biggest convention for Him to come. He's already there,
just waiting for us to pay him some attention. It's not a feeling, it's an
action."

...ooooh. Good stuff.

So, all of this to say that we must continue to put on the FULL armor of God and be on Guard. People in my life love me and have the best of intentions when they "look out for me", but I need to be at a place that goes beyond their comfort zone for my life. A place that gets away and looks into the eyes of Christ and away from the easy road life could take without even noticing it has done so. I need to have that armor when with the kindest heart I hear "I'm just worried you aren't being honest with yourself." I need to have "eaten" so that those words can be taken with a "Thanks for caring about me" instead of a heart which gets worrisome too...to be the that has His plan in mind and knows with ease rather than timidity that my life is in the hands of Christ...

Something is not working...

2006-09-02T10:46:00.000-07:00

My myspace link is not working. It is www.myspace.com/mindymayspencer if you want to visit there.

We are the body.

2006-08-25T06:48:00.000-07:00

I am a lot broken and a lot disappointed with myself today. I need to apologize to this mom at my church and I didn’t do it last night. I didn’t see her to, and I will on Sunday, but it is a great bother to me. It probably is something that she’s over because she gets it a lot…but that is totally beside the fact that I need to. Her son, the previously discussed misfit in my VBS group had a great night on Wednesday and I told her so. She was already aware because he had gone RUNNING, not walking or skipping or even run-walking, but full out running to her and shouted as she embraced him, “MOM, I WAS A GOOD LISTENER TONIGHT, AND MISS MINDY IS SO PROUD OF ME!” I said, “Yes, he was a great listener.” She smiled larger and I added “Well, he was a great listener for Ben.” Her heart sank, I saw it. I should have apologized right then but for whatever chicken reason I didn’t. She smiled again and said “Yeah.”

Last night we had the most important story of the week the Jesus’ love for us through death story. The teachers had gotten really into all of the stories, but for this one they had built a cave like thing for the kids to crawl through and turned the lights down low. As the kids got to the dark hall the teacher said “No guards followed you did they? We have to be really careful. The caves are a safe place, but they can be dangerous.” All the kids were so into the scene. We crawled through. Ben was a bit wiggly all week, so I brought him a pillow to sit on (sometimes they can act as a little anchor for a wiggly kid). He was still wiggly, but confined his wiggles to the pillow. He asked me (a little loudly because he can’t hear very well right now and is going to have another surgery to help fix the problem). He’s curious. He wanted to know what our next event was. The teacher did not appreciate that. He has no patience for Ben and if it were any other child who had made one mistake that night it would have been over looked, but on this, the first mistake he said “MINDY, could you take him to the hall, he’s just too much of a distraction.” I did. As I crawled out of the room through the “cave” I was humbled. Ben asked to go potty and I told him he could. Then, I sat in the dark hall and began to cry and pray. It broke my heart that in that setting Ben doesn’t have a chance. He doesn’t even get a chance to hear the Good News because he’s Ben.
I asked the Lord to forgive me for my of kilter compliment the night before, but more than that I pleaded that the church as a living body of Christ would embrace rather than shun the people of God who come to us. The building will never offend, but we as a body do. I cried because I want my church to be the one place that gives Ben the grace he deserves! I want this because it’s when I’m with the misfits like Ben that I look into the face of Christ. I put to practice all the things that make it hard to be Christ-like. I use them without such ease. I am reminded that being Christ-like isn’t about what’s easy, it’s about love. It’s about looking into that wiggly kid’s one good eye with a misshapen pupil and smiling at him. It’s about seeing his smile…his perfectly made smile which often comes from a head tilted to one side and knowing that Christ is smiling too. May we be a body that has more patience and recognizes that the other kids are used to his “distracting” and tune it out…unless we point it out. May we give him and every other person who comes through the doors a home that invites the imperfect places in with a graceful ease…myself included.

Two for the price of one. :)

2006-08-23T06:09:00.000-07:00

I'm Learning.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
I'm learning
I'm learning so much.
I'm learning that to be around little people who are learning sparks the curiosity in myslef which leads back to Jesus with an innocence only found in the ease of not questioning the "big stuff". I'm learning that the "smelly kid in class" who can't concentrate and would rather be distracting other more well behaved children can be a good leader if given a marika and told others are watching his example. I'm so learning that that same kid smiles with his whole face if you let him sing loud and jump up and down in worship. Huh. Only one day of VBS and already I am learning so much.
I'm learning that when we come to Christ pleading for an outlet...a place to give rather than recieve we are filled to an over-abundance. Given more than we ever went looking for and able to offer more than we thought we had. I'm learning with a fluid sort of ease what it means to let other people dictate my schedule and the excitement which comes in doing so. I'm remembering what it is to be a bold leader...to start up the new and also invite the old. I'm learning that seekers are everywhere and the only way they will ever find is if we are willing to invite them to really look. OH, I AM LEARNING...

The Grace that is me.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Oh to grace how great a debtor...yeah, that's me.
Today I was walking at work and thinking what a great day it is...I get to wear my new Chuck's to work (with a cute jean skirt and a striped shirt with a yellow belt...it's for sure a summer outfit that says "FUN!"), I was checking out how blue the sky is and noting how great the warmth of the sun felt. "It's a good day." I told myself with a smile. Obviously, something in me needed to be humbled...in the next seconds I crashed our agency bus into the garage as I was backing out and took the passenger side mirror OFF. Blah. Such is life.
Just makes me smile all the more though that I'm lucky in so many other areas and am learning how to be more purposeful amidst the chaos (to steal "Artsy Smartsy's" line) "this side of 25." I'm working VBS this week, helping with a coffee shop @ Jen's church, starting up a bible study for other thirsty girls and will be also speaking to Jen's youth group. What a blessing it is to know that when the ache of our heart is to serve the Lord is faithful to provide more means than we can handle if we just open our hearts and ears to what might be so readily accessable. YES! That's flippin' sweet. And, I just might do whatever I feel like it...gosh.

List of everything good #1.

2006-07-24T06:30:00.000-07:00

I'm overtired and going at a million miles a weekend this summer...and I love it. My weekends are spent as of late going from one gathering of folks I love to another. And, that's what I'm doing...loving. I'm learning just what that looks like and means this summer in a whole new way. It's amazing- the revealings of Christ in an ordinary day. I want to remind myslef of a few things:
1) How it feels to cry in the middle of Meijer because I'm sick of buying groceries for one, taking them home to an empty house and having to clear the refridigerator of soiled food...never eaten because there is only one to eat it and one just can't do that on her own.
2) That watching the sunrise and seeing it set as well as gazing at the starry sky of a clear, dark night does something intoxicating to my soul and makes me feel like I've lived every part of a day.
3) That quality time with those I love takes an investment of sacrifice and a bit of selflessness, but yeilds a harvest far more priceless than the sleep which lacks in those great times.
4) The way simplicity brings peace in a world hungry for so much.
5) How much a cup of coffee or great ice cream really does feel like a "splurge" sometimes.
6) The way my old bible which is now falling apart is still the one I want to use in spite of the fact that I have many newer, strong in their bindings ones to choose from.
7) How my body craves the touch of others...a hug, a side squeeze, the grasping of hands...anything. The way that those touches remind me that in the lonley places of independent living is where I realize the value of daily interactions.
8) How spontinaity brings giggles to my tummy and laugher to my heart.
9) The way that getting lost helps me to also find so much.
10) What a gift the wisdom of elders is...a treasure often overlooked because the package it comes from may have lost a little luster over the years.
11) What a gift the company of children is...a treasure often quieted by weary adults who have forgotten the wonder of everything new and nothing impossible.
12) How discipline is a joyful artform not easily attained, but bearing much in the way of learning what the love of Christ looks like.
13) The way that I want to be so reckless in how I serve Christ...the ease I sometimes have in not caring at all what "people might think"...how "crazy" is sometimes a good thing.
14) What it feels like to be laughed at, laughed with and laughed about.
15) How much eyes say to the soul.
16) To look for the unspoken words of conversation and be attentive to addressing them with as much importance as all that is being said verbally.
17) To be burdened in a deep way that reminds me of my blessings, my shortcomings, and my maker.
18) The look of my older, wiser friends...telling me I'm 1/2 crazy and completely saine all in the same glance. A glance that rekindles their spirited youth which was the same way.
19) The way that bad spelling doesn't hinder articulation and keeps me humble.

...more in a later installment...for now it's time to get back to work.

Desperate.

2006-06-06T13:04:00.000-07:00

I'm desperate.

I know with more depth and vivid, rawness just how desperate I am...Everyday. I need Jesus. It struck me last night with a candid moment of grace in which I understood the motion behind my hurry. My quickness to busy myself. And I stopped. I soaked it all in...Became saturated. I overflowed with emotion and realized for once, that it was ok to be that way. I realized that we are all desperate really...it just depends where we focus our desperation that leads our path. This world wants so much for us to think that independence is so good...I don't want to be independent. I want to be self-sufficient maybe...Able to be alone and yet never alone all in the same moment. To love my own company and have a keen awareness of the company which never leaves nor forsakes me. I want to be dependent with a desperation this world would even view as weak. I want to be recklessly abandoned. And...so, I will. ...I am.

Mindy's Psalm

2006-05-05T09:56:00.000-07:00

"To you sweet Jesus I bring all my praise.
Your mornings…new every day birth horizons indwelt with promise. Each ray of sun calling us from slothful slumber into JOY...the presence of you. Lord, your grace is my salvation and your children my family. Every thread that knits me together is a testament to the sacrificial death of your son for me.
You guide me from what I know to be easy, yet your burden is restful. This world tells me unknowns must be seen to really be real, but I know beyond question the sense of your presence being near.
Everyday I encounter forbidden apples tempting me to taste, yet I am strong. Your word nourishes the depths of this girl you still craft so lovingly...every intricacy.
If my path should meander down an evil turn you go before and rescue me from scorn. You pour unending, undeserved grace and I cannot hide emotions, which words only cheapen through ease of articulation.
Forever joy will remain in me; forever I will be assured that I AM a child you are STILL going to great lengths in creating.Dusk is settling...a horizon pregnant with expectant jubilee for your covenant will not be broken...and I will snuggle in the hug of my Daddy forever. Halleluia and Amen."

Spring...the change which brings life.

2006-03-27T23:27:00.000-08:00

So, I'm deciding with a consciousness that is very invasive these days to be positive and to look for the good. I am everyday throwing off the hat which says to be worrysome over things beyond my control, the daisy stuck in there that reads the world loves me not...and smiling. I've found a new ease of prayer. A regular longsuffering that has been bringing me so much peace. I'm finding just how many more little blessings I notice when I choose with a fresh, and keenly alert mind to be thankful for the unknowns and prayerful for that/those which test my patience in life and in the Lord. I love the familiarity of how it feels to be in the midst of such a peacful place when the world seems to be moving so fast underneath me. It seems as though I'm in control of nothing these days...that would drive me crazy if I let it...yes, I'm in control of nothing. AND I LOVE IT.

Broken is not a place I like to be nor a place I like to admit that I am, but at the same time it's a place that I am daily finding comfort in. A re-found weightlessness with the world on my shoulders. I think every girl wants to have a man in her life that sweeps her off her feet...and I love that for now that man is Jesus. I feel him picking me up everyday and showing me things that without him I never would see. Giving me a strength that is almost tangable and a security that only leaves me breathing more deeply in order that I might take more and more in.

When I say that Spring is a change which brings life that's what I mean. Winter the death of fall has been covered and nourished and now is bringing new life to everything around. That's my life...the death of so much in winter...my job, my relationship with Adam, stuff with my mom, the stresses of home, so many little things. Then, a sudden and still slow change to something warmer, brighter and for sure more zestful...life. I'm finding life. Kierkegaard said "Now, with God's help, I shall become myself." That's what he's helping me do...and I love the process. I'm loving the lady and more aware that flaws (which are seemingly endless, and being revealed with all too much ease) and all, I'm a beautiful work in progress.

Rox and Mins at it again

2006-02-23T14:15:00.000-08:00

Rox, here you go...your installment of I'm trying to do what I say I will in reasonable time. LOVE YA!

Always fun times with Rox. In the top pic I had almost cut her eye with the HUGE knife I was holding. In the one on the right I was just so excited we were going to shoot guns that I fell into the river...gotta love those boots because "they have really great traction." The other ones are just because I like 'em. :) Everyone should go find some adventure on a cold day. Treck through a private field, shoot a gun (only at a target and with extreme caution), fall into the creek @ the beginning because that just makes it really great when the water starts to freeze and you have to walk all the way back still with the option of running should any farm animals...like swine be spotted. Upon returning find some random p.j.'s pop in an OLD disney movie noone else has ever heard of and enjoy some good hot chocolate. YES, PLEASE!

For the Rozginator

2006-02-10T11:00:00.000-08:00

Installment one of what I owe to my friends...Rox, yours is next. :)
So, I'm becoming one of those annoying people who says they will do something and then it takes them nine years to actually do it. I'm not sure I like myself for this. I think it's because my free time is being priortized differently and the time I used to have on weekends to do laundry and what not is now being used up during the week while I normally would be spending time with friends or updating my blog/adding pictures and what not. Anyway, bad excuse and even more annoying to realize this fact about yourself but not really know quite how to change it...or worse, not being motivated to figure that out. ANYWAY...for Jessica:

Once upon a time there lived a curly haired, earthy daughter of the Lord who saught in everything to please the spirit within her...to keep peace and joy with the force far greater than herself. Such business makes a girl not only a little giddy, but also quite rambunxious (yes, it's ok to use words you can't spell for the sake of great articulation). Well, pair this type of rowdy girl up with her own internet journal and you've made one heck of a combo. The saucy gal found a place where she could not only love in a new way and express the freedom of servanthood to Christ, but also a place that opened doors for more discovery in life...something this girl thrives on. Low and behold, there came one day an unexpected visitor to her spot of soul bearing. You guessed it, a boy. He read her thoughts and she read his...in secret for months. Until that glorious day when Cracker Barrel brought the two of them together. The lights shone down on them and caught up in conversation...or maybe just distracted by the familarity of bare toes poking out of flip flops in winter...a new chapter began. Who would have thought that the story would turn into an adventureous hike, silly home videos, and a sickly girl left to let her new "friend" wisk her off to bed all green in the face and vomitous...not once, but twice I might add. The story is growing longer and still I've not finished...this tale of two will continue until the two are one. (She'd kill me if she could for writting all of that, but those who know her best might say this boy Jake has made her day and is on his way to stealing that girls gleeful heart one avacado at a time...until the end of time).
THE END...for now

There Jess, your love story has been told. Feel free to add more in the comment section..like if you want to let us know when the baby is due or how much your dowery is set at and if Jake will ever be able to come up with that kind of livestock "cash". LOL. Tudi and the airbiscuts ROCK my world!

I need Jesus.

2006-01-13T08:00:00.000-08:00

Isn't it funny how life goes when you are close to God? How wonderfully chaotic the dance becomes...like when you're little and you stand on your dad's feet to dance. You're not sure which way to go to keep in step with him, but you trust that he's taking you in the right direction and then when you think you've got the motion down and you try to start out on your own and lead him a little all that happens is your ear gets scraped on his belt buckle or your toes get stepped on. Why? Because he knew the way all along and when you started to lead it didn't mess him up, only you.
So, today I started to write on here and was almost done with a lengthy post of nuggets from the bible that are where I am today when WHAM, my computer encountered an error and went to the dreaded blue screen. So...here I am having another go at it. Not necessarily because someone else needs to read all of these, but because they are doing me good and I need them over and over again. It is humbling to realize with such intense falter how much in need we are, how dependent we strive to be with the Lord in such an independent world. I want it, that's just what I continue to need...surrender and utter reliance on a force far larger than my mind will ever understand in whole.

"He is before all things, and in him all things hold together." (Col. 1:17)...scratched some time ago on a note stuck in the paper holder on my desk.
2 Corinthians 12:9, "But He said to me,'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ's power may rest on me." (NIV) 1 Corinthians 1:8
"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love may have power together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ." (NIV) ...funny, I read this one last night and then it appeared this morning in my on-line devotional. The comfort of familiarity blesses me. It's one I've been praying for a LONG time.
I love how well he knows me. Isn't it funny how so much of us wants to be known intimately, but we hide a lot of who we are for one guarded reason or another. He knows me!
"You know my every thought when I am far away. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am. You know what I'm going to say even before I say it, Lord. ...your hand will guide me and your strength will support me. ...You watched me as I as being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. ...Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. ...And when I wake up in the morning you are still with me. ...Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life." (excerpts of Psalm 139)
"For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. But if anyone does not have them, he is nearsighted and blind, and has forgotten that he has been cleansed from his past sins." (2 Peter 1:5-9)

It is with complete assurance and peace that I am so joyful. So able to be filled with the comfort of Christ that when I am in step with him my steps are perfect. When the timing or direction doesn't make sense or fit what MY plan would be or would have been I can still have comfort that as Max Lucado says "Your plan is perfect. Bewildering, Puzzling, Troubling. But perfect..."

todays thought 1/11/06

2006-01-11T10:26:00.000-08:00

Colossians 2:8-10, "Don't let anyone lead you astray with empty philosophy and high-sounding nonsense that come from human thinking and from the evil powers of this world, and not from Christ. For in Christ the fullness of God lives in a human body, and you are complete through your union with Christ. He is the Lord over every ruler and authority in the universe." (NLT)

I was just thinking on this passage that was part of my devotions this morning. Pretty profound. Funny how the bible is that way. LOL. Seriously though, I've had some great discussions lately, but it is disheartening how much of what people say and think is in some way a distortion of the truth. Things might sound good, but they lack any spiriual meat. I'm just so reminded of the importance of God's Word...a still living and relevant piece of not only history but our daily lives. What a blessing that we are not left to reason this world's questions out for ourselves, but that we have a written guide book full of love and discipline just for us.

MY TEETH COULD BREAK!

2006-01-05T12:00:00.000-08:00

Have you ever been so stinkin' mad that when you grit your teeth it's so hard you think they might break? I honestly am a new kind of angry right now. Stop reading if you don't want to hear me complain. OK, so I was covered on my parents insurance still until the end of December (which for the record was 5 days ago). In MAY (yep, 10 months ago) my boss and I discussed this issue when I was signing my papers to start here. It was decided in June that since my insurance was for sure (after my double checking) ending in December I would start on our agency plan Jan. 1. Today when I asked about this my boss said that the papers wouldn't be sent in until the 19th. WHAT! I think she apparently was under the impression that she could get away with this and I wouldn't really say anything about it. I am positive that until I brought it to her attention I would have been uncovered. However, the Lord made me a little fiesty and when I am as angry as I was I don't really have too much of a problem letting whoever is being an idiot realize that they are in such a place. So, I said "I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little bit ticked that this is even an issue since we discussed it way back in JUNE. There is just no reason that this should even be an issue." Her reply "Don't get all upset we'll be calling them right now to see what needs to happen." Then she gave our secretary some crap about how she needed to do whatever it was that needed to be done (because of my bosses lack of follow through). Yeah, at that point I said that I was going up to my office and they could call me if they needed anything from me. I knew that if I stayed even one second longer I may have said a few other choice things that instead I should be telling people that aren't in control of my paycheck. How is it that you can continue as the director of an agency when you can't even keep your own staff in a positive state but you think that it's important to make sure client needs are met? That's not even her job! Her job is to take care of administrative things and leave programs to the people running them. Micro-managing is not only ineffective it is obviously taking away from the foundation that holds an agency together. It ticks me off that everything is last minute with her but she expects us to drop everything to get things done...too often her bad planning makes for a crisis in my schedule. This time is not just a matter of scheduling but also a matter that should something have happened would have been a major issue. She has 4 employees to tend to...you'd think that she would make it a priority to see that they are taken care of in such important areas. I'll say that I for sure do not feel valued here today and now that I am done ranting to a population that can make no changes to this situation I am going to start working on my letter to the board...because they have a little more control. GEESH!

Airport havoc

2005-12-14T12:34:00.000-08:00

So, a few weeks ago we dressed up and picked up my friend Kara at the airport. This is Trisha and I...aren't we cute? We had a blast and sang a few carols while listening to some "Judi Stories." I love that gang!

Crackin' Up! 11/27/05

2005-12-01T12:40:00.000-08:00

Yes Please! Send me to Cracker Barrel dressed up and by up I mean...WHOA...UP! This was the most fun. Everyone should have such great and crazy times in public. Jessica, our favorite waitress reported that "You guys were the talk the rest of the night!" Some little girls thought we were actresses. An old man asked "What do you take?" while staring at my enlarged bust-line...at least he opened the door. The family next to us said that their son was "distracted" and best of all...the traffic we got stuck in on the way to lunch. YES, that's right. We loved the traffic. We sang and danced in the car and Judi asked the car next to us if they had any Grey Pou Pan (spelling? not so sure on that!) AHAHAHAHHA! Make yourself laugh and in the process you'll brighten others lives as well.
Laughter and SMILES,
Mindy

The joy of laughter

2005-11-25T22:01:00.000-08:00

"Um, Yes please to laughing for the WHOLE weekend with my family." That's what I have to say. It's always a joyous occasion to be with the clan. From picking on the little brothers with the uncle and brother-in law to football at Ford Field with the Dad and Brother in-law to a musical with the (Step) Mom, big Sis #2 and Grandms...LIFE IS GOOD. I don't think I'll ever get enough of times like these. Seriously, my brothers and uncle and I slept in the basement last night and we laughed for like 45 minutes before we went to sleep because my little brother kept farting. How often does that happen? (I'll say...that...probably often enough for me.:) OH, and the BABY IS MOVING NOW IN STEPH'S TUMMY! I LOVE IT! Hope everyone else was able to have such a great Holiday!
Smiles,
Mindy

Giving Thanks

2005-11-21T13:15:00.000-08:00

Today I'm full of thanks and I'm reminded of the bible passage that says "out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks." (not sure of the reference...sorry) In these busy times of the year it is easy to get caught up in the bustle and catch the bah-humbug spirit from complainers in our midst. However, there is something about fall that makes me slow down every year and just take in the goodness of trees dripping with color...these days the trees are becoming bare and snow covered...you know what I mean though.

Life is going as well as I can make it lately. Sure some bad things have happened in the lives of people I care about, and the place I'm at in life isn't as high as my goals are set...still I am reminded "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven." (Ecclesiastes 3:1...that was in this mornings devotional...how perfect the timing.) God is good and we ought to be good to the space we occupy...be it to the people we meet (even a smile in passing can speak so much), or to the actual space we care for physically or with our time. It's all a place of worship. Last night I was listening to Jeremy Camp and Shawn McDaniels (I think that was his name) along with a little Vicky Beeching...I couldn't help but curl up in the comfort of a down mattress and comforter and feel "hugged" as I worshiped in my own warm place. It's so easy to forget to be thankful to God for all that we have...so much that we don't deserve any more than those less fortunate. Blessings to you in this Season of Holidays and may you pass along more than the gift of tangible objects as you bustle through the wrappings and tinsel.

P.S. Remember the elderly in your lives especially now. I know you think that comes just because of my job...and some of it is true...but just last Thursday I was having coffee with a woman who has no children near for the holidays...no relation at all actually. That's a common story among a population so wise. May we be thoughtful to the aching hearts of frail bodies and sharp minds which long for days filled with the presnece of loved ones, laughter and the feeling of care rather than the void that "forgotten" leaves or the burden of an inability to offer help.

Oh how I love the overflow of a joyful heart.

11/14/05

2005-11-14T16:10:00.000-08:00

I LOVE life. The haphazard way we are allowed to meander through it...we could miss so much if we allowed ourselves the chance. I am sitting in my office looking out the window...a gloomy sky and a brick building I could touch if my window opened...but that brick has so much character and that sky is so mysterious. I LOVE IT. A few great things happened this weekend...I procrastinated doing my laundry and making sure that my room was as clean as I like it to be and instead spent my weekend investing. I spent the greatest time with my family on Friday night...we played "Killer Bunnies" (a family favorite)...which I won! Laughed at my grumpy dad and then my brothers and I took a trip into town to get a movie. We then laid around and watched it together. On Sat. I went to the Farmer's market instead of working like I was going to...I went with some of my girlfriends from "His House." It was so more than great to see them. Then we watched the "Sound of Music" and ate our yummy organic goods. Saturday night I took myself on a date. I sat at a dim little table and read "Captivating" (which I'm deciding might not be as horrid as I first thought...verdict is still out fully on that as I'm only now into chapter 3). I had some great fish then headed home. Sunday was spent with the Down's gang and then "the Dad" (Doug Delong). It was just really great to take time out of the hustle and work of cleaning and work and cleaning and work that I've been doing lately to spend time with people that are important to me that I haven't gotten to have quality time with in awhile. It is a shame we let life get so hectic. I'd rather have a dusty house and car though and know that the time I should have spent making them look nice was spent on more important things in life. I can clean the dust when the fun is done. :)

This is long but I did get some great conversations in this weekend with Rox and with the Delong's. Rox and I are now holding each other accountable for spending....among other things in life. We really did just have a nice chat. If she were a boy, I'd marry that girl. LOL! Delongs...The Dad and Momma and I had a great talk about sin and sanctification and what not. It pretty much came to a point where we had to say that living a fruitful and obedient life is the important thing as Christians...not all the doctrine and systematic thinking. Reminded me of the Nicole Nordeman song that says "Take me back to the time when I was maybe 8 or 9 and I believed. When Jesus walked on waters blue and if He helped me I could to...if I believed. ...Before systematic thinking robbed my of a sweet simplicity...help me believe, 'cause I don't wanna miss any miracles. Oh, maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes, I would shed this grown up skin I'm in to touch an angel's wing...help me believe." That's what it's about.

11/10/05

2005-11-10T14:52:00.000-08:00

So, Wallace (a.k.a. Scot) is actuallly showing me up these days with his blog. I decided I should update mine. Walgreens has decided to put some very stupid program on their photo C.D.'s and because of it I now have no updated photos of anything...it keeps messing up on my computer. As far as life goes...I guess all is well. I'm LOVIN' my job right up these days. October was a busy month. I like busy! My seniors are totally the coolest around and they tell me that they feel the same way about me, so harmony abounds on that front. Spiritually I'm doing alright...my friend Michelle had a miscarriage at 8 and 1/2 months...little girl. 6 pounds something oz., blond curly, hair, blue eyes. I'm having a little trouble with that one. Not to mention that two great girls have dad's with brain tumors, and another friend is having marriage troubles...just a lot to not understand these days. However, God continues to remind me of His faithfulness and my devotions are going very well. Started a new book called "Sister Freaks" (women of unashamed faith kind of thing by Rebecca St. James) as well as "Taming a Lyger" Unexpected Spiritual lessons from Napoleon Dynomite. Aside from those I'm trying to work on "Captivating" still...I've put down "Velvet Elvis" all together for now...no time. I am still stoked about reading it along with a few others "Blue Like Jazz" and some more by that author as well as some Momma T. stuff. There are no serious boys at this point in life, but there are a couple I'm talking to...we'll see. I'm not thinking that anything will happen with any of them, but it's cool. OH, I met this new fun Christian girl from Richland and am going out with her and some singles from her church on Sat. night. Should be a good time-she's spunky. Other than that the coolest news in life is that my niece turned 8 yesterday. Man, I'm getting old! I hope all is well with everyone. Be thankful...it's that season! :)

HOME AGAIN...to ONU

2005-10-31T21:36:00.000-08:00

What a weekend. SO good to see Rox...shocker right? Other than Rox there weren't too many others from the DGB 2 in town. DGB 1 had their 5 year reunion. Crazy! Rox and I had the most random weekend ever. We ended up hanging out with Jon Seals at Dennys and Steak N' Shake until about 4 am on Friday night. Great to see him. OH, on Fri. we also met this very random group of guys that we never really knew because they graduated when we were graduating from College. Yeah, they were super cool and we spent the majority of the weekend with them. Dave, Stoney, Travis, Ed, and Mike. Mostly we ended up with Travis and Stoney because the other guys were off being random themselves, but it was totally so fun! On Sat. I got to ride a motorcycle for the first time ever! The mom, Tanya hollered at me because I didn't wear a helmet. IL has no law and Dave didn't have one with him. I'd do it again...if I had a helmet...I WAS SO SCARED!!! Aside from that we met some drunk kid in Steak n' Shake with Jon on Fri. night "Girl, you so fine. I'd buy you a tickle me Elmo." [insert laughter here] "What, them things are hard to find!" OH, and many, many more quotes from that kid. Such great times. As always. Last highlight...seeing Ali and Sean (finally) they are totally cute and I missed that chick. Plus, Carrie and Mason got married...now, that's random!
MMMMMWWWWWAAAAAHHHHHH! Kisses and blessings to ya.

Re-fuel

2005-10-10T10:50:00.000-07:00

Our bodies are full of energy and when we use it all up we need to rest so that we can re-charge. My devotions this morning reminded me that we are like that spiritually too. If we don't take the proper time to rest and re-fuel we are left to be the same kind of person that we might be without physical rest. For me that's not a very kind girl...I need sleep, and we all know, I need Jesus. By the way, I haven't gotten any prayer request updates from anyone as of late...any out there? Just click on comment and leave one. You have to do that word verification thing because I was getting stupid automated comments...most of those things can't leave a word verification. Anyway, leave one, or send an e-mail. :) MUCHO Blessings to ya! (UM, P.S. Did anyone see the Astros win in the 18th inning yesterday! I will say that since my Boston boys are done I'm rootin' for the Cards. at this point.)

Tell of His excellent greatness...

2005-10-06T00:01:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to take a minute to Praise God for the great person He is. Seriously. I'm continually amazed at how He teaches us in such off the wall ways sometimes...you know, how He grabs us in order to get our attention. Last night @ church Flipside was super great and I'm looking forward to going to the Cross Country meet for some of my boys on Sat. afternoon, then about three people reminded me that they are praying for me daily and one of them told me this great story of how she was at the store (Felpausch of course) getting some random lunch meat and she met this guy in line who was buying a cucumber. She ended up striking up a conversation with him (Jack...pray for him) and lead him to the Lord right there in the parking lot. I love that people are willing to look foolish so that others might know true peace and joy in life. OK, on to today...

Our Nooma study tonight was totally where I'm at. It was called Noise and reminded us that sometimes we just need to be still before God. Wait. Silence and Solitude. He'll find us and speak, but sometimes we need to turn the volume down on the rest of life because it might not be a shout that He needs us to hear. 1 Kings 19:1-18 talks about Elijah and how God speaks to him in a still small whisper...even after an earth-quake and fire didn't speak the message He had for Elijah. Luke 5:16 "But Jesus withdrew to lonely places and prayed." Yes, as will I...good-night, good-day, quiet peace to you and many blessings as you listen with a hushed heart for that still small voice. :)

Two things to ponder: "Does my schedule, my time, my life look like that of a person who wants to hear God's voice?" and "Is it possible that you've been searching for God in the winds...the earthquakes and fires...and He's waiting to speak to you in the silence?"
Ok, one more: "Have you spent the same amount of time worrying and talking about your difficult, confusing situations as you ahve spent in silence, listening to what God might have to say?" Turn the radio off, close your mouth and breathe it in.

I'm gonna smile...

2005-10-05T13:00:00.000-07:00

I do not feel like telling of all the tales in life these days today. I just would like to remind the world that God is good and His timing is perfect...even if we do not understand it. OK, so that reminder is really for me. Today I am thinking of how I can't wait to meet someone special. To have a family and be a mom. Then, to someday be a grandma. I can't wait to spoil my family with LOVE and to sit and listen...maybe on a porch swing while I drink lemonade...to the sound of stillness, and to the laughter of squealing children. I can't wait to live everyday watching my child learn the wonders of the world...isn't is so neat that little things like tree bark are even new to babies? I can't wait to cook dinner and sit with my family and hear about the day. I can't wait to meet someone that makes my whole face smile with just a passing thought at some unexpected time during a busy day, someone who makes my tummy flip-flop with a mere brush of the hand or gaze that's just a couple seconds longer. I am expectant of romance and hopeful for goodness, I'm lonely for dreams and excited about realities...and most of all, I am peaceful...a body saturated with the presence of God...the everyday hug that reminds me when the time is right He reveals wonders beyond any of the greatest dreams and bigger than the most marvelous plans. I am wholly grateful for a Father that makes himself available at any moment...for even such selfish implorings as this. "I dwell in possibility."-Em. D.
P.S. Berg, I knew you would love this one. :)

The GRRRR of today:

2005-09-28T14:32:00.000-07:00

I am needing to vent...I can not stand slackers. I double can't stand them in leadership positions. People that are "above me" on the food chain not doing their job (that should have been done months ago) and then asking me to in some way help them get it done while I am in the busiest month of my career thus far. I am not saying that I can't stand people who are needing a break and could appear to be slacking but are really just overwhelmed with life. (Yes, I think as far as the hunt for a different job and upward mobility in life goes for me at this point-that's where I'm at.) I truly am OVERWHELMED today...and yesterday. It is one of those points where I feel the steadiness of void in movement...you know, like each year of life is a bar that the trapeeze artist swings from and for the past two I've been in mid-air reaching for the next one...well, not really. In march I clung on to where am now, but something in me is geared up for the big swing to something or somewhere else. I however am thankful for a God that has created me for the now, not the future. One who I know without a doubt has a purpose for this time and this place...and in His time will continue to reveal a plan far better than anything I scheme up. I only pray that He will be faithful to energize me with zest for life and excitement even in the mundane schedule that these days is dictated by others most of the time rather than by spontaneous me. :) Blessings to you as you go about your routine...a routine that was also God intended I hope...I know it was if you are listening to His at times still small voice. "I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you." -Psalm 32:8 (NIV)

SUNDAY

2005-09-25T20:41:00.000-07:00

What a day. I watched "Crash" today. If you haven't, you should. It is a movie that will open your eyes, make you count your blessings, and trivalize most of the problems in life. Sure puts things into perspective. I went into Social Work with purpose, but somehow I feel that's gotten lost in the past few years. I love my job, but it is not really the "helping profession" sort of thing I was expecting to do. I miss children. Hm...I don't even really know why I've decided to write on here tonight...except that now I am bored and thinking a lot. Not necessarily any thoughts that need to be shared, just things that are there. Mostly about that movie. Our culture is so sad. It's like everyone expects life to be perfect and doesn't care how crappy they might be making someone else's life so long as they are comfortable. I know I'm probably even guilty of this at times...it's conditioning and human nature I'm sure. While I am on this little soap box...I'm reading this book called "Captivating"...so far it's crap. I feel like it is giving Christian women an excuse to be lazy an pursue selfish things instead of trusting that God has life under control if we let Him. We are created to serve. Period. Not to find ourselves in the midst of material and money, or even in relationship...if it isn't the right time. Anyway, I think I am going for a jog. I need some good worship and that'll do it...a little Jeremy Camp and Third Day...maybe some Vicky Beaching. I guess I just need to be spoken to.

1 AM, Friday Night

2005-09-24T01:02:00.000-07:00

I just could not sit and enjoy this moment that is so great without sharing it on the WORLD WIDE web! Jessica and I just went in the hot tub...which in and of itself was great, but the best part? I was going to go to bed but then Jessica was like "Um...how awake are you?" I said "I'm ready to go, what's up?" So, we decided to watch the best movie..."Sunset Story," it's totally this independant movie about this retirement home for radicals and tells the main part of the story around these two women. Lucile, retired Social Worker and Irja retired Special Ed Teacher. THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT SEX! OH, MY WORD! I seriously LOVE this movie!!! I do think that only the two Social Workers that Jess and I are could appreciate this at 1 AM Friday night/Saturday morning. Blessed and enriched I am. :) "If children are are greatest resource, then Seniors are our greatest treasure." Yes, and I love them both so heartly.

Baseball Night and I'm in love!

2005-09-23T23:52:00.000-07:00

That's right...I'm in love. It is America's past-time and I definately have spent the ENTIRE evening watching. Since 5:00 pm the CUBBIES beat the Astros 5-4...Lee put in a great effort...good job 'ol Derek! Bo-Sox kicked some Orioles tail...way to go Manny in the 7th getting the clutch homer that took them from 4 up to 6...making it a three point lead...final score=6 to 3! He may not be so smart, but he can plant it where he needs to. Now, I'm watching the Indians, Royals game...small power outage delayed things, but all is well now because as usual the Royals are making errors all over the place. They are stupid and made one on Coco...that guy runs like a bullet. So, now the score is 7 to 6 in the top of the nineth with two men on, 2 outs and a count of 2-0...oh, and it's a strike...2-1 with the fastball. Another ball, 3-1. Ohhhh, and it's a full count with the fastball again...3-2. BALL...bases loaded...gotta love that breaking ball. Belliard's up...hahaahahahaha I love it when the announcers talk about the "Royals are givin' it away..." Welp, a pop up ends the top of the inning...though the Royals made two errors, they'll have a chance to come back. {Commercial Break} So, aside from enjoying this great game for the evening, I took a jog in the bottom of the 5th of the Sox's game. I only went a mile, but I figured that since I usually think about it but don't end up doing it, I should just get motivated...so, I did. It was great and made me feel so clear...these allergies have been making me so sleepy. My sister, Michelle stopped by with dinner-gyros and a greek salad. We split it and laughed at some funny stuff in life. Jessica is over now, but not nearly as into this game as her eyes have been closed for a few minutes now. No snoring yet, so we're good. {"Game On!"...points for being the first to leave a comment that correctly names that movie} Bottom of the nineth...one out, none on...oooooooh, Kansas bringin' out the lefties...(I never watch TV and I'm beginning to think it is good I don't have the MLB channel...I would be a junkie. I'm house-sitting. The Dad would be proud.) Make that 2 outs...Wickman may be a little tubby, but he had some good hustle on that one. OK, this could end it...COCO IS CLUTCH WITH THE POP UP AND THE INDIANS TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!! WHOO HOO! I love this night. OK, I'm off to take a dip in the hot tub then head to bed. Fianl score: 7-6. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Hard work...pays off. :)

2005-09-20T13:15:00.000-07:00

Me and "baby" my car...ready for work. Judi insisted on taking a pic post passport aproval. Plus, I had gotten whistled at on the way into the post office and we did need to savor that for an extended period via photography that'll last. ;)

Memories...

2005-09-20T13:12:00.000-07:00

Jules, Hosty and I at Chris and Nicole's wedding last summer...I was just remembering how fun that road trip was. Remember when we went into McDonald's and that guy was all sketchy? LOL!

Clownin' around

2005-09-20T13:09:00.000-07:00

Big sis number 2 Stephanie and I being the hams that we are. Congratulations to her and Dave, they are pregnant with number one...no more clownin' around for those two! Aunt Mindy times three for me with Julia and Jacob here already. I LOVE IT!

Red Hats, here she comes!

2005-09-20T13:05:00.000-07:00

Welcome to 50...and Red Hats with purple clothes! I love to be silly and serve others through spontanious fun!

Ouch?

2005-09-20T13:00:00.000-07:00

Who knew that a 50 year old and a 25 year old could be so bendy? We didn't make the "Amazing Race" but we're still kindred spirits, :)

Pictures...

2005-09-14T11:30:00.000-07:00

For those of you who are wondering where the East Coast pics are...they are at Walgreen’s. I took them in last night...one hour (YEAH, RIGHT). They were processed wrong and will be available today sometime. I will pick them up tomorrow as I have FLIP SIDE (www.flipsideyouth.net) tonight. I've posted a mini picture collage of random ones that I left out from my summer wedding trips...enjoy and check back soon for the trip update. P.S. The only person that really leaves comments anymore is Rox...thanks. Visit the guest-book and leave one, or post one under the blog you are reading/viewing (just click on comment). :P Mindy

Random.

2005-09-14T11:20:00.000-07:00

Collage of friends...trying something new on here...The 1/2 hidden one is me and ONU pal Sarah Scruggs. I had more, but the program kept hiding the other ones too much.

9/13/05

2005-09-13T14:00:00.000-07:00

To those of you who are wanting to see pics of the trip to see Rox and the Margeson clan...SORRY! I do have a life contrary to my mother's opinion, and...it is busy. I love it that way and am in no way making any efforts to change to a more laid back pace. Anyhow, I think tonight I will go to town and get them developed. I have some stuff to get done there anyway. It will be a good use of gas and time.
To the world...I have a new friend at church! Her name is Jessica Rozga and she's pretty much amazing. She in fact used to go to ONU and is an honorary DGB member (Legacy 1) LOVE IT! We took a road trip to Lansing on Sunday to see Krista Kraemer, Heather Dohorty, Lindsey Smith, and Jenny...used to be Riggs...can't remember what it is now. It was a totally fun time. Then we played some Pit and Catch Phrase at the Bittenbender's upon returning home. Fun times.
NOTE OF THE DAY: So, today I was driving back from the Fulton Pot-luck and I was just feeling so blessed. That is the most down to earth, sweet, simple group of people I have ever met in life. They seriously are. Most were farmers at one time and let me just say the ladies...they can cook! Anyway, it was just a time in life that the sun beaming down over the mustard yellow feilds of harvested corn and distant hills of green meadow warmed me up inside and reminded me that all is well. Isn't it weird how a simple glimpse in the right direction can remind us so swiftly that there is a plan?
Blessings to ya!

BASTON!

2005-09-05T11:58:00.000-07:00

OK, so fun is definitely not a good enough word to describe my times with Rox. Seriously. On Saturday we went to this party with some Capverdian people from her church...GOOD FOOD! Then we babysat her nieces for a little bit and headed into Boston. When we got into Boston (Via car not the T) we decided to eat at this place right outside of Fenway...a little pub type place called Boston Beer Works...BEST nachos and super yum clam chowder. Amazing. The Sox were playing and we could see the lights of the game while watching it on the t.v.'s in there. I bought this $5 T-Shirt off the street and Rox was all "MINDY, THAT WILL FIT YOU PERFECT!" Then we went to ENC where we hung out with her friends Lillian, Susana, and Gerson. They were a riot. Sunday morning we got up and drove (in a round about way-yeah, that means we were a little lost) to Andrew's church and had some GREAT worship. After church Andrew cooked us all some super yum spaghetti type stuff with Bread and salad. We hung out there with his roommates Frost, and EJ and Frost's girl Lauren and another guy...Erik(?). Lots of laughs...Which I'm sure no one would be surprised by. Rox and I then went into Boston to go to Park Street Church. Not as great as I was expecting. Great worship, but the message was a little lost and I'm not sure on some other stuff too. Anyway, then we hung out with her friend Kyle. Fun guy. We just walked around Boston and Rox kicked a soccer ball around with some guys on the sidewalk...got a bloody toe. Oh, we were walking and there was this guy with flowers so I was all "Awe, you got me flowers..." and he was like "Sorry, no." but his friend had some Mike's pastries (pretty famous in these parts, but we didn't want to walk 30 minutes to get them) and I was like "MIKE'S! Awe, you got us some kanolies?" He said "Sure, I just have to make sure to save at least one...I have four." So, yeah, we took food from a stranger. OH MY WORD, best thing I had here! We walked with these randoms for a bit. The flowers ended up being for the guys ex-girlfriend. She had just broke up with him like the day before and he was bringing her one last rose. Whata guy. Yeah, they were cool. So, after all that jazz we wandered, finally found our T-stop and came home. Today we will lay by the pool and possibly go to Wal-Mart. I'll update when I get home. Don't look for pics too soon though, I have a LOT of film left, I haven't taken enough pictures. SORRY!

Martha's Vineyard

2005-09-02T23:05:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the East Coast! I aLOVE it here! I do think I will contemplate moving with more seriousness...and prayer. Something about it just feels like home. Maybe it's the Margeson clan. Yesterday I took off from Midway (after waking up at 5AM) and got into PVD around 10AM. Wish I had known Andrew was picking me up I would have looked a little better...if possible...you know I really think even if I had put in more effort I would have still felt like I looked nasty...why do planes and travel do that to ya? Anyway, not such a good first show on my part, but I can't say the same for my 'ol pal Andrew. Anyway, we went to see Rox at Panara, had some lunch and friendly competition @ the arcade, hung out and then Rox and I had dinner, went to Friendly's for sundae's and went to bed. Today Steve, Michelle, Rox and I went to Martha's Vineyard. BEAUTIFUL! South Beach was awesome (minus the crabs) we all got some "wicked" good sun, fun and even a little physical activity walking the beach and Rox and I throwin' the football around. I think we were pretty impressive for girls...we can both spiral throw it (don't get too impressed though, I CAN NOT catch). We took the fairy back and are about to watch a movie. Such a fun day. God is so good and I can't help but give Him credit for the perfection He creates even through imperfect people. Had some good worship time today and devos with Rox. I do love that. Welp, off to watch a movie...if we don't fall asleep, we are getting to be quite the old women!

8/31/05

2005-08-31T15:45:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Jay on 9/1/05...29. Man, that's old. (HEH HEH HEH...at least it's not 40!)

I am off to the East Coast finally! All I can say is that after these last couple of weeks being so HAIRY and CHAOTIC nothing could stop me from having a relaxing time full of laughter. So, if you think of it (and if you are reading this you are thinking of it right now...) pray that I have a safe drive to IL, a safe trip to the airport/finding my parking, and a safe flight...ditto for the return. Check back in a few days because I'll post pictures sometime soon of the adventure! (Probably on like Friday the 9th or Monday the 12th.) Hope you are well. Write to say hello. I am a lonely girl these days!

AMAZING NEWS...READ IT!

2005-08-25T15:00:00.000-07:00

UGH. I hate this time of year. I'm happy about having another year out of the way in life...I like to make birthdays like a second New Year's...that way you get two fresh starts in one year.:) Works out better for summer month babies like myself. Anyway, I'm getting to that blah point where I realize that I'm going to be 25 and there are still quite a few goals, hopes and dreams that I've not come close to satisfying. I guess that gives me something to work towards, so that's good. Not good is that part of them are out of my control and thus the frustration of that void will continue on until the Good Lord decides to change the situation.
Sad news of the day:
Matt left for Ferris today. :( Steve, Ashley and Brian are already gone to ONU and anyone else who's going there will be gone this weekend. Always sad to have friends move away! I'm lonely just thinkin' about it. GRRR, I hate change. Especially when it subtracts from the FUN in life!

AMAZING NEWS FOR THE DAY:
Lacey Joy MacDonald will be baptized at 3:30 today! She just became a Christian this year and this is an awesome opportunity for her. Wish I could be there. So, with that I would just like to make sure the Praise goes to the big guy upstairs, and thank 'em for being so patient and seeing the bigger picture that we sometimes miss.

8/23/05

2005-08-23T13:45:00.000-07:00

Only 4 more days until it's FRIDAY...not that Friday is cool, but Saturday is my birthday...and THAT is cool. Yes, as my Father so kindly reminded me last night at dinner...I'll be 1/4 of a century old! Crazy. It's been a while since I last posted. HECTIC is the only word I can use to describe the lull. However, if you know me well, you know that I LOVE a busy schedule, so I can't complain.
Some ponderings I've been wrapping my brain around these days:
1. Crazy how sometimes we don't know how to say all the things we want to say-even to God. Love "The Lord's Prayer" these days. I am certain that the burden of inability to express is a gift and teaching tool for chatter boxes like myself. Silence is so loud sometimes...and I like it. I love it, that clarity of weight that needs no words.
2. Sacrifice. Why is it our nature to be so selfish? Even when we think we are being "giving" often we are doing it with an heir of martyrdom, or a cut of anger at the idea of not having things the way we would plan them...even amongst "good" or "right" choices.
3. FEAST. Incredible the gift of communion. How much the blood of Christ offers to our thirsty body. So often searching for something, so often left unfilled...we come and feast at the table of mercy and grace and all the sudden the tiny spark of hope ignites a flame within us. Amazing how only a flicker of light can pierce the darkest spots.

That's all for today I guess. Hope this finds everyone doing well and living life with spotnanious adventure, abundant out loud laughter, and deep joy, peace and love.
Blessings to ya,
Mindy

2005-08-10T12:22:00.000-07:00

Scot, Me and Crystal. He adores her more than Christmas and Peanuts! Way to go Lucy and Linus!

2005-08-10T12:13:00.000-07:00

Chadwick, Chad, Scot, Phillip...Three down one to go. Chad's single ladies! ;)

2005-08-10T12:11:00.000-07:00

Scot (Wallace) and I at his WEDDING! Can't believe that kid's married.

2005-08-10T12:04:00.000-07:00

Sweet stolen kiss. (obviously I was the one doing the stealing...definately not them.)

2005-08-10T12:01:00.000-07:00

Two maids of honor, a sickie and a barbie...who knew? All super glad for the T-shirt required reception. ;)

2005-08-10T11:59:00.000-07:00

Jen, Me and Kumar. I only dream of a wedding so full of love, hope and cherishment. Totally lucky to have such an amazing couple in my life! Want to be just like 'em when I grow up.

2005-08-10T11:56:00.000-07:00

THE CAKE, oh, and Kumar and Jen. Jen likes to "build him a cake" for their wedding...little did we know that building a cake actually ment a life-size model of the pyramids!

2005-08-10T11:52:00.000-07:00

Some of the Olivet Crew...

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"I was in Kumar and Jen's wedding and all I got was this stinkin' T-shirt"...and a ton of fun!

2005-08-10T11:47:00.000-07:00

Jen, Me, Kristin, Berg, Jules...DGB ROCKS! Yes, I did bowl the best at this party...don't worry it was only like a 93. :)

2005-08-10T11:44:00.000-07:00

Berg, Me, Jen, Kristin and Jules at Jen's wedding...some of the greatest girls this world ever knew. Definately the best ones I know.

Toast at Jen's wedding :)

2005-08-06T16:00:00.000-07:00

Tribute to the Booshan's (my speech for Jen @ the wedding...well, part of it)
Jen Johnston adventure queen was beautiful, bold, and brave. Whatever a girl could do she did, including to behave. Now Jen took off for school as planned one bright and August day when a gang of friends came up and Kumar thrust all of her plans away...
Unintentionally single she'd let that Chad Hilligus get away, she kept on keeping on until that fateuful day. The hours spent talking over nothing in an empty redroom would, spark Kumar's attention in a way that was so good. Now as the story goes she did know from the begining that this was a special from that would be worth her first kissing. He however, would need a little convincing...but finally that brown toad did see what he'd been missing. On one great May night he kissed that girl and no longer was toad nor frog. Prince he did come to be and princess that made she. Now, together we lift our glass and bid good luck to the newest Booshan Family.

8/5/05

2005-08-05T12:02:00.000-07:00

I'm about to leave for one of the greatest events ever in life. The wedding of one of my dearest friends! She was single until she met him (except when "[their] defenses were down" and She and Chad had a minor fling Freshman year)...but when she did I think she knew. It was obvious after their first...her first EVER...kiss that this was going to be serious. Never again would she make it to her bed in 512...nope, after many a night out late with the brown boy she would pass out on the "smoker's couch" only to wake up and rush off to class at the last minute wearing multi-purpose pants that she had slept in the night before with a suit jacket and three (I'm being nice on that one) day old hair. However, a princess is never ever left without her beauty...and a prince can spot it even through a mess of knotty hair and freshly woken affect. So, the time has FINALLY come...and Jen and Kumar will be forever united in cherished covenant. Check back for pictures soon. :) -Mindy

8/3/05

2005-08-03T09:38:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Wednesday.
News of today...thus far...it's only 9:30am.
*JUDI IS NOW ABLE TO BE AN OFFICIAL RED HATTER...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU GREAT FRIEND YOU!
**My Great-Uncle Hubert passed away last night...Prayers to Aunt Evelyn, Grandma, and the Family.
***Only three days until Jen and Kumar's wedding after today! Can't wait! Get to see the girls, the gang...and PAL! :) WHOO-HOO1
****Only 29 days left in the count-down to see Rox and Andrew! Lovin' it right up that I can say less than a month now!

Welp, that's about it. Yesterday I was a confrence in Grand Rapids all day for work. Got to see some pretty cool speakers...Tom Izzo (Go Spartans!), Zig Zigler, KJ52 (so fun.), Jerry Lewis, Rudolph Guliani (spelling...yeah, I hate that), and a few other ones but those were my favorites. It was a long day, but it was fun.

8/1/05

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So excited about life. It's great to know that even when we don't know where we are going, or feel like we can't see...we can step back and view a bigger picture that reveals a God bigger than we are who sees the whole picture...right down to the tiny details. I mean, if He created a world with insects a small as a fruit fly to have purpose and flowers that only last one day, how could we ever question His time for us?
Fun of today:
I can say my birthday's this month!
I can say next month I'm going to the East Coast!!! WHOO HOO!

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The girls at Jens' bridal shower...She's gettin' hitched on Aug. 6, 2005!!!

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The DGB girls...minus Diane and Hosty. L-R: Me, Julie, Jen, Berg (Rachel), Kristen

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South Haven Michigan...ah, to enjoy the FRESH WATER of Michigan! No salt needed. ;)

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My Niece Julia Lynn...man, I wish painting your face was "normal" at every age.

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Rox and I "What Up" HAHAHAHAH! riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

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My best friend in the world...you know, the one who keeps ya in line PLUS makes ya laugh...Roxanne (and me on the left)