delayed with netflix

Minneapolis airport will give us our “breaking bad” fix for an hour and a half delay because of San Francisco thunder storms….

These banana chips, dried pineapple and homemade munchies might not last us…




Jah-tso do-jah

This is the phonetic spelling of the Chinese saying #California vacation#

I’ve been saying this over and over again, being so excited for today–right now.

These were actually the first words I said to Mi Amor this morning. I am pretty much a five year old on Christmas day.

Here we are, at the airport joining the traveling souls of the day. 

I’ll be updating posts all along the way–but not missing out on California’s adventures; I will be posting when I have a spare quiet moment. 

Goodbye cold snowy Grand rapids airport—Minneapolis here we come (also cold and snowy)

Through The Worst, We Learn

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”–Elisabeth Ross

Face It: You’re Nearsighted

Week 4…
…Rooted {our couples Bible Study group on Wednesday nights}…

“Where is God in the midst of suffering?”

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. –Philippians 4:6-7

In David’s writings in the Bible he has a Psalm {{number 57 in fact}} that hits on this particular category in our lesson. Mi Amor and I did our reading and asked/answered the questions in the car.

David’s Psalm has a point in it where he says, “I am in the midst of lions” and it was at this point that I really connected.

This guy really knew what it was like to have tragedy and heartache surround him. I mean, seriously, he at one point was chased in order to be killed, later in his life he killed a man because of his lust for that man’s wife.. the list goes on about this guy.. who in fact was ‘a man after God’s own heart’..
If I take words to heart, its because I feel a connection with that person, and David hits me in Psalm 57.

I thought to myself a combination of a quote and David’s words:
“Even so, in the midst of lions, it is well”

We followers of God will have trial, tragedy, and flat out mountain climbing. Confusion, heartache, and anger are natural responses. There is something more we can cling to than our rocky emotions; the hope of God’s promises.

All of us have gone through times of despair or feeling completely alone. In that time, what were your feelings about your situation and about God?

2013 was a year of hell and heaven for me. I was overcome with eczema all over my body at various times, due from a digestive issue that was unknown until 11 months later. August, though, I married my best friend.
Around Thanksgiving it got to its worst and I thought, no way am I more useful to God right now than with my old skin. I was angry and despised God for allowing my story to be like Job’s in the Bible. Why had He allowed this horrific event to take over all of me–my thoughts, my actions, feelings, physical and emotional well-being?!
I was almost in complete dependence on whether I would do something because of the potential reaction of my skin–would it hurt to make dinner? Can I hug my mom back while I cry all over her shoulder in anger at God? Can I just stay inside and not hang out with my best friends for fear of an itching cycle that will shred my skin even more?
…I’m useless…

Thoughts of burning my skin and it being better to shred my skin with a grater came to my dreams {whenever I was actually able to sleep}

My feelings were roller coasters and based upon my circumstances.
Victor Frankl has a good quote on that.

My baseline for this week is knowing that I’m going to go through a lot of recovery and looking back on how far I’ve come in the last year.
God has been faithful in healing me and giving me resources. I believe His plan for my life would not be as passionate without the occurrence of this circumstance.
I am beginning to look at myself and think,
“Your husband is right, you are beautiful”
I’m sorta starting to thank God for putting me through Hell in order to be His instrument, this is an honor… because you know what?
He has HUGE plans for my life…as I look back, I can see His plans.. He is using me.

Just be honest with God–He can handle it,

I Had To Try. I Wanted To Win.

“You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.” —C.S. Lewis {Magician’s Nephew}


I was at work while listening to the book on tape that Mi Amor put onto my iPod. C.S. Lewis has always been in my readings, but lately I’m just so amazed by him; his works are of course, a reflection of his mind…how marvelous a mind it was…

This quote was stated by Aslan, the character that is a reflection of God. As the story was playing and I got to this part, I had to rewind it…then once more…then again…

I have long known of our Creator, His Son, and the Spirit that now dwells in me and these moments of quiet reflection deepen our relationship. Every good marriage sets aside time for one-on-one…it is the same with our Saviour.
I paused my story… “How is this statement true for me?” I thought.
“In my frustration and misery with my health condition//skin//digestive disorder//etc.. I have shouted at God {{WHERE ARE YOU}} and even though I KNOW HIM BETTER, I still, in the present moment are distraught at His parenting skills. And now, I KNOW HIM BETTER than last year. “

I’m training… just like when I used to run miles and miles every day, every week, month, season, year, to get myself in shape for racing. My earthly father pushed me, encouraged me, and supported me throughout the whole thing. When I hurt or wanted to throw up or began crying or was sick, he pushed me to keep going. This endurance built up in me… I began running hardest up hill. If there was a wind against me, I used it as motivation to try pushing harder.
Whether sleet, snow, rain, cold, or pure desert conditions, we ran.

I’ll never forget this one race where I was running side by side a girl for first place, we were both running harder than ever and keeping up the pace. As I hit the last hill of the course my dad was there… “Go, Sarah, push hard, you’re doing great!!!” I heard his voice out of all the others shouting… His words ran {{no pun intended}} through my head as my heart beat loud and my breath was clouding my brain. My legs were about to fall off and I was overheating, I was about to start crying ‘daddy, I can’t’ when I thought of my hard two mile run the previous week; I had impressed dad by ‘kicking it in’ a quarter mile from the end. I had kept up my faster gear the whole way till our finish. This came to my head and I repeated his words to myself, “Go, Sarah, push hard, you’re doing great…push hard, you’re doing great…push hard.”
So, half a mile from the finish I pushed harder than he cheered and ‘kicked it in’ right then. I passed my rival and blazed the trail. I crossed the finish line with my best time of the season. I fell to the ground crying just after that finish line… Dad came to me, handed me my medal and picked me up to my feet, “You gotta stand up, gotta keep walking” I just cried as I felt like one giant heat wave wiggling on the horizon.

After the race, about half an hour, when I was almost about to do my cool down run, dad came over to me, “How did you do that? What made you go?” {{I don’t remember his question exactly..}}  I just remember saying, “I had to try. I wanted to win.”

We know Him well now, but when we ‘kick it in’ we look back and we realize that we know Him better yet because of what we overcame with His help.

My Doctor Prescribed This Quote

“I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

“But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

“Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good. . . .Then the lion said — but I don’t know if it spoke — ‘You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

“The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was jut the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know—if you’ve ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away.

‘I know exactly what you mean,’ said Edmund.

“Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off – just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt – and there it was lying on the grass, only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me—I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on—and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again…”—C.S. Lewis {Voyage of the Dawn Treader}