Home Alone

Last Thursday, after a coffee date with a girlfriend and a get together after that with a few girlfriends following my full day at work, I arrived back to my home late to find a home smelling good, completely picked up and cleaned for me out of love by my main squeeze (he's good like that). I did my best to praise him for the nice thing he did for me and was looking forward to spend a little time with him before bed.

Turns out, my hubby apparently had a "Home Alone" moment while I was away... Check out the Facebook status I found below from that evening:

Almost burned the house down tonight. Tried to speak Heather's love language and clean the house. Now I'm cleaning candle everywhere. The thing just blew up on me. All up the wall and blew sparks of wax all over me and the house. It blazed 3 or 4 feet up the wall. Throwing water on it didn't help, only made it grow more. P.S. Don't tell Heather. :)


Ha ha. Sorry the mental image I get with this event cracks me up every time. I can see the blaze and the "thinking cap" coming on my hubby's face as he tried his best to correct the situation. ha ha. I'm SURE it was NOT funny at the moment... ahh, but good times now!

Thankfully though, my man wasn't harmed and the house looked great and was all in one piece when I got home! To say the least, he received quite a few comments on this status... I think the last time I checked there were over 20 replies to this one. ha ha.

Word Play: STRESS

STRESS 

The confusion created when one's mind over-rides the body's desire to choke the living crap out of someone who desperately deserves it.

Ps. This is not original. I took it from a friend of a friend's Facebook status. ha ha. 

Too good not to share, though!

Here Comes the Bride

It's been a week since my last post was published, but the reality is that it's been over a week and a half since I've truly written a blog post. See, my last post has been worked on for multiple days prior to the weekend of Nov. 7th, however I wasn't able to proof read and stop to publish the post until the date seen, November 10th. So here I am, a week plus finally saying hello again.

It's been a busy busy few weeks and an emotional roller coaster of sorts. Let's start at the beginning though, this post will not tackle it all - we'll just start like any story, from the beginning...

On November 7, 2009 - our friend Laura Reddin became Mrs. Jay Dawson.
I was blessed to be a part of the entire shindig. From bridal showers to couple showers to work showers to bachelorette/lingerie parties, to bridesmaid luncheons, to the rehearsal dinners, and finally arriving at the BIG DAY, I was able to be there with Laura the entire way. What a fun and busy time!

As the Honorary Attendant, I truly think I had the best part in the entire affair minus the Bride (because seriously, the Bride is always the greatest!). I was able to participate in the same manner as a bridesmaid, however I did not have to buy the same blue dress (even though I too wore blue), and I didn't have to stand during the ceremony. I could run around and do what needed to be done behind the scenes if necessary (the best type), and STILL was able to get all the perks of a bridesmaid. Couldn't ask for anything more. Fabulous. Oh, and the fact that Laura already had three wonderful bridesmaids that were a joy to be around made the festivities even better!

Here is a photo of the Bachelorette/Lingerie Party we had for Laura the Thursday before the Big Day at Sauces. The food was the delish. The mojitos were oh so yummy. The laughter abundant. The goodies for Laura's husband to be extravagent. And the Good times rolled. We got a group shot during the night (below).

Here is a shot (below) of the Bride to Be on the BIG DAY. Her niece (more about her later) actually took this photo. If I remember correctly, she's only 4 (yep, FOUR) and a budding photographer! Doesn't the future (then), NOW Mrs. Dawson look gorgeous?

As promised here is a shot of Laura's niece, aka the flower girl. I call her Sassyfras because she nicknamed me... ready for this... she nicknamed me Goomigoom. Yup. Goom-i (sound like eee) - goom. I had to make her repeat herself a few times before I understood what she was calling me, but it stuck all night and days following. She was my buddy, especially the day of the wedding. I had a blast with her. Thanks Sassyfras (Becca) for keeping me company and taking all those good shots of the day. Ps. Her older brother, I think he's five, Noah took this shot of us below. He asked us to sit as such and pose funny or silly, I forgot how he said it. ha ha.

 

And last but not least of the shots to share, is a photo of the Bride to be with her other nephew, Eli. He's a cutie too, but I like this photo because Laura looks especially beautiful in this one. We were playing Uno during this shot, while we waited in between pictures and the wedding ceremony. Since the wedding was held at a Catholic church, we had to give time for mass to occur prior to beginning the wedding ceremony. Uno was fun, hadn't played that in forever!

 

Sorry Jay, I didn't find a photo in my quick mix of the two of you together that did the "cute couple" justice - so I left you out. I'll find one sooner or later and be sure to give you the props! Thank you guys for allowing me and my hubby to be a part of your special day! We are so excited and happy for ya'll!!! CONGRATS Mr. & Mrs. Jay Dawson!!!

So that's some info about two weekends ago... more updates to come soon.

Wrecked and Wondering

Over the course of the last few weeks, I have seen a blog show up time and time again: www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com. From being posted on more than one blog I keep up with, to being shown all over a few Facebook pages... I knew I had to go take a look at this blog and see what was causing everyone to spread the word. All I had gathered prior to reading the blog for myself was that it consisted of a young lady that was doing the work of God in Uganda.

So on Sunday (Nov 1), I made myself stop and began reading the blog. It started in 2007 and I began at the beginning... reading post after post as to Katie's experience and God's calling for Katie and His perfect provision. I found myself reading every single post that day, from 2007 to 2008 to present day 2009. And I was left with this... "What now?!"

Here are a few posts that Katie has left that specifically impacted me. Please take the time to read these, and let me give you a little background knowledge. Katie is now twenty-one (just turned), and two years ago she went to Uganda on a short term mission trip. Since that time she has fed thousands of men, women, and especially children. She has started a non profit organization, Amazima Ministries International that works to provide the financial assistance to put the children of Uganda through school and provide them not only an education, but medical care, food, and the love of Christ. Katie is mother to 14 beautiful children. They live with her in Uganda and call her Momma. Her daily experiences now are to love in Uganda as Christ loves. To care for those that have not been cared for, to feed thousands, to share the love of Jesus Christ to young and old, and to teach us here, Stateside that God has plans for us and is willing to use us if we make ourselves open and available as Katie has and have FAITH!

From Katie's blog:

Thursday, April 2, 2009

well since you asked...
I LOVE getting comments on my blog. They are so uplifting an encouraging. It is so nice to know that I am prayed for and prayed with. So thank you for all of your encouraging words regarding potty training and all your prayers for precious Maggie!

Pretty much daily Gwen answers comments that are in reality questions. I think its time I answered some of them publicly myself, so that Gwen doesn't have to keep explaining things like my "faith doctrine" to total strangers.

Since I am still potty training (currently nap time...) AND I am pretty certain I have Ecoli, I have a bit of free time on my hands :)

"What is your faith doctrine?"
I think this is a pretty strange question. I KNOW that it is not a question Jesus would have asked anyone before serving or loving or communicating with them. I am also saddened to think that my LOVE FOR JESUS may not be so apparent in my writing that it answers that question automatically. But here it is for those still asking: Jesus wrecked my life. All my life, I had everything this world says is important. In high school I was class president, homecoming queen, top of my class. I dated cute boys and drove a cute car. I had supportive parents who so desired my success that they would pay for me to go to college anywhere my heart desired. BUT, I loved Jesus. Jesus says to Nicodemus that in order to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, one must be born again. Check. Jesus says to another guy that in order to enter the kingdom of Heaven one must sell everything they have a give it to the poor and then COME, follow Him. Oh... I realized that I had loved and admired and worshipped Jesus without doing what He did. So I quit my life. Originally it was to be temporary, just a year before I went back to normal Brentwood life and college. It wasn't possible. I had seen what life was about and I couldn't pretend I didn't know. So I quit my life again, but for good this time. I quit college, I quit my cute designer and my little yellow convertible, I quit my boyfriend. I no longer have everything that the world says is important. BUT, I have everything that I know is important. I have never been happier, and I have never been closer to the Lover of my Soul and my Savior. JESUS wrecked my life, shattered it to put it back together more beautifully. I am in LOVE with Him. Period.

"What made you decide to be a missionary? Do you like being a missionary?"
I think that missionary is a funny word. I think that if you declare yourself a Christian, you MUST also be a missionary, your mission to live and to love like Christ, to share Christ with others. My walk with the Lord and my life should not seem so unusual that it has to have a special label. I'm just a mom. I just strive to live and to love people like Christ. The people just happen to be brown and poorer than you. It's not a special mission, It's everyone's mission. I do not deserve a title, and if you are going to give me one, I prefer "Lover of Jesus." And yes, I like it.

"As a young single woman, don't you think living in Africa is dangerous? Are you afraid?"
I am more afraid of America. Matthew 10:28 tells us not to fear things that can destroy the body but to fear things that can destroy the soul. I can literally feel my soul suffocating in the safety of Brentwood and all it's numbness, complacency and comfort. Scary.

C.S. Lewis puts it this way:
"I shall feel rather nervous meeting a lion," said Susan.
"That you will, dearie, and make no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver, "if there is anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking they're either braver than most or just silly."
"Then He isn't safe?" said Lucy.
"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver; "Who said anything about safe?! Of Course He isn't safe. But He is good. He is the King I tell you."
(The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe)

No, I do not always stay safe. He's the King I tell you! We are not called to be safe, we are simply promised that when we are in danger God is right there with us, and there is no better place to be than in His hands. We are supposed to SHUDDER, knees knocking, when we think of our Lord and all He has called us to. So here I am, trembling.

"Is it responsible to adopt so many children?"
Is it responsible to let them starve in the streets?

"What are you going to do next/with your home/with your children/with your ministry/in five years/when you are older/ect?"
I am not concerned with what I am going to do. I am interested only in what I am becoming. Each day, I am hoping to become more like the One who created me.

There is an old Franciscan saying, "Preach the Gospel. And when necessary, use words." So I am going to quit this silly preaching with words and go make dinner for my precious ones. Your questions are welcome.

Friday, August 14, 2009

It is my 16th Birthday and I am eating sushi at my favorite restaurant with my parents when I tell them that I would like to explore the possibility of taking a year in between high school and college to do mission work. This is unheard of in my family and they say they are not sure and will think about it. I am nervous, but somehow I know it is right. He changes their hearts.

I have just turned 18 and find an orphanage online. I beg my parents to let me visit over break, just three weeks. A month later I am on a plane. I am so excited. I am so scared of being, but I know He is going with me. I fall in love.

I graduate high school having made the commitment to teach Kindergarten for a year at a school in The Middle of Nowhere, Uganda. In August I get on the plane. I’m apprehensive and I cry most of the way because I miss my Mommy and my boyfriend. I am eager, but so uncertain. I trust Him. I teach 138 children how to speak English and to love Jesus.

It is October and I am just not sure I can do it anymore. I live in the smallest room I have ever seen in the back of a pastor’s house. I am more uncomfortable than I had bargained for. No one understands, not people here, not people at home. I am tired. But I am prideful and I am not going to quit. I don’t like this. But I know He has a plan. I learn, I grow, He is there.

It is December and God has spoken very clearly about opening a ministry that sponsors 40 of the orphaned children in the village where I am working. This involves moving into a different house, ALONE. It is big and I cannot imagine how God will fill it up. I am lonely and I am anxious. But I am still trusting. He fills the house, and we now have 400 children sponsored.

It is January and I am looking at a little girl, crushed under a brick wall with no one to care for her or her younger siblings. I offer to take the three home with me until we find them a better placement. I am not really sure what to do with them, but I know they are God’s children. They stay.

It is three days later and the littlest looks at me and calls me mommy. My heart might break in two. Something clicks. I am even more scared than I was the day I stepped on that plane, but I KNOW. Today I have 13.

I have to deliver a baby, give a boy stitches, pull a tooth, give and injection. I am petrified. But no one will do it if I do not. He is present, He holds my hand, they are all fine.

It is August and I must get on a plane back to America to go to college, as I have promised my father. I do not remember how to be a teenager or what it is to be normal Brentwood, Tennessee. I will have to leave my babies. I will have to make new friends. I am sad and I am terrified. He wraps His arms around me. He puts just the right people in just the right places, and they help me and they make me feel at home.

First semester is over and He speaks clearly to me that I cannot serve two masters. “Go HOME,” He says, “and stay.” I am uncertain, but I want to be obedient. He squeezes tighter. I am thankful.

I have to look at my loving parents who have given me everything and tell them that I will not go to college right now, because I feel God wants me to be in Uganda. I know how disappointed and how angry they will be. I am more scared than I was when I got on the plane and more scared than I was when I took my first children. But I know that this IS the Plan. They love me anyway.

It is February and my daughter’s biological father comes to take her away. My heart breaks in half, and I am not sure I will ever be able to get out of my bed again, let alone foster another child. I am more than devastated, but I want what is best for her, what He wants for her. She comes back and her biological father learns about Jesus.

It is March and a lame little girl is brought to my gate. She is undoubtedly mine, but I am still anxious. What if I can’t do it? I don’t know what to do with a special needs child, especially as my 13th child. I am criticized and ridiculed. I wonder. I trust and praise God for her sweet little life. She starts to walk.

I find myself in a village full of starving people that for some reason seem to want to kill me. God says to serve them anyway. I am not sure how it is going to work, or if it is safe. I can’t figure it out, but I know He can. 1,200 Karamajongs, the poorest of Uganda’s poor, are now served hot meals daily.

We keep taking in more children until there are 400 in our program. There is no way we will raise enough funds, but by now I have stopped worrying. He has always provided. Blessings rain from the sky, and all 400 children go to school.

I am 20 years old and have 13 children and 400 more who all depend on me for their care. Who are all learning to love Jesus and be responsible adults and looking up to me. The reality of it all can be a bit overwhelming at times. However, it is always pure joy. There is a common misconception that I am courageous. I will be the first to tell you that this is not actually true. Most of the time, I am not brave. I just believe in a God who will use me even though I am not. Most mornings, before I even get out of bed I am overwhelmed with His goodness, with His plan for my life; I stand in awe of the fact that He could entrust me with so much. Most days, I don’t have much of a plan. I don’t always know where this is going. I can’t see the end of the road, but here is the great part: Courage is not about knowing the path. It is about taking the first step. It is about Peter, getting out of the boat. I do not know my five year plan; even tomorrow will probably not go as I have planned. I am thrilled and I am terrified, in a good way. So some call it courage, some call it foolish, I call it Faith. I choose to get out of the boat. To take the next step. Sometimes I walk straight into His arms. More often, I get scared and look down and stumble. Sometimes I almost completely drown. And through it all, He never lets go of my hand.

Ironically, my heart and mind had already started thinking of Africa and orphans prior to ever coming upon Katie's blog, the Journey. Recently, my church announced its short term mission projects that will be going underway this next summer. Of those trips listed two of them tugged on my heart and mind... one to Ethiopia working with missionaries that are associated with The Forsaken Children and the second trip was one my Sunday School classmates took last summer - to Agua Viva Children's Home in Guatemala. I've made a commitment saying that if the Lord opens up my summer schedule (where nothing mandatory is in the way) during one of these two trips timeframe, then I'm going. I'm serving.

So after reading Katie's blog, all I can say is that I'm wrecked and I'm wondering. I'm wrecked because my heart is hurting for the orphans, for those that haven't been told they are loved today or yesterday or ever. For the babies that aren't held before the fall asleep. For the children that go to sleep hungry. For the need that is so evident around us in this world. Here. There. Everywhere. I'm wrecked and I'm listening. I'm wrecked and I'm wondering. I'm wonder, what do I DO NOW?! Wondering where do I go from here? Wondering with the knowledge and the way God has allowed me to be wrecked by this, where do I go and what do I do?

Wrecked and Wondering.

If you're interested, here are a few more blogs/websites that speak about this stuff also:

    http://www.servinghischildreninuganda.blogspot.com/
    http://www.joiningthejourney.blogspot.com/

    http://147millionorphans.com/ - you can even buy apparel here that helps feed orphans!

Ps. I'm learning that every little bit helps. If everyone chipped in something small, lots of folks together make something big. After reading Katie's blog I mailed a $5.00 check while I wrestle with the Lord as to what I'm supposed to do. Here is a link to Amazima Ministries International, this page shows how EVERY LITTLE BIT HELPS: http://amazima.org/waystohelp.html

Spread the word!

James 1:27 - "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."

UFC? Wait - It's Soccer!

I cannot believe this girl did not get ejected from this game... and only walked away with a yellow card. Worth checking out...

Spring Chicken

I signed onto our shared Facebook account today and discovered our status read:

Apparently Heather thinks I need to be getting to bed earlier these days because as she put it, "You aren't a spring chicken anymore Mr. McGoo." ... ahh my lovely wife

ha ha. Hilarious.

I won't deny it. I told him that last night, while in bed.

It's TRUE. I want my man well rested and above all, HEALTHY... sleep will work towards that goal! ha ha. Funny stuff.

Understatement

So to say that we've had a month plus worth of sickness in this home is an understatement.

In September, my hubby was diagnosed with the flu. Since that time, he has been unable to shake all the symptoms that came after the flu (aka. the COUGH). So this past Monday, my hubby finally went back to the doctor to see what gives... turns out, he has bronchitis. Thankfully they've given him some antibiotics to fight it and some cough syrup to help him sleep and settle the cough down. He's on his way to recovery.

And now there is me... I felt like poo last weekend, but was thankfully on the up and up once the end of the weekend arrived and was ready to tackle the work week. Unfortunately, I couldn't shake the puny feeling and some sinus cold like symptoms and cough. So to be safe, I made my way to the doctor Friday morning, looking to find out what was up... figuring they'd diagnose me with bronchitis like my man, or a sinus infection.

A finger prick, flu swab (which was HORRIBLE, sticking this long thin swab up both my nostrils almost hitting the back of my cranium, the nurse actually made me sit on my hands warning me it was miserable but necessary), and chest xray later... I was diagnosed with pneumonia. NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. So here I am, sitting home with my man... laying low and taking the antibiotics to combat the mess in my lungs and resting as much as possible.

Pretty sad huh, a family of McGoo's, one with bronchitis and one with pneumonia at the same time. Yuck. Sad day. I think we'll have to take a lesson out of this one and remind ourselves to take care, sleep well, and not push ourselves until we're completely healthy. As my hubby exemplifies, if you don't take care of it the first time, sickness will linger for more than a month. Yuck, we're working on getting healthy, one day at a time.

(picture was taken before we were both sick a few weeks ago)