tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43100465630021518452024-03-07T00:52:47.138-05:00amyforhimSharing the happenings of life drizzled with the goodness and blessings of the Lord.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058609253521904280noreply@blogger.comBlogger501125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-69458276212740752162020-04-07T18:29:00.000-04:002020-04-07T18:29:25.723-04:00A Differenc a Week Can Make***These words were typed 3 weeks ago...<br />
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Like many of you my brain is still in hyper drive over everything that has transpired over the past month. Week. Day. Gosh...even the last hour. Life as we know it looks very different today. One month ago I was gleefully preparing to leave for Disneyland on the 22nd. I was buying cute shirts and matching earrings. Planning what park to go to what day. Getting meals scheduled. Within 1 week all that changed. Along with many other things. <br />
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Today, I woke up at 5 a.m. to be at the grocery store as soon as they opened in hopes of finding some chicken. No luck. Never in my life did I think I would have to do that. Don't worry...I have food. And toilet paper. I'm not really worried about it...it's just something I, and I venture to say the rest of us, have never had to experience. We are so used to do being able to go to any number of stores and getting whatever we want. And if, on the off chance, that store doesn't have what you need you go 2 blocks to the next store and they will have it. Not the case today. No chicken to be found.<br />
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My kids have been out of school since last Friday and we have been on self imposed "shelter in place." (A week ago I had never even heard those words.) I've made a few grocery runs and Rob has gone into work. The kids have taken a car ride with me but that is it. We are trying to do our part to stop this beast known as COVID-19 or Coronavirus. Even though we have done everything we can...stayed home, social distancing, washed our hands 100 billion times, prayed, cloroxed, lysoled, and so on...every time someone says that something is wrong I immediately think we have it. Carys and I had throats that hurt 3 days ago...corona. Anytime someone coughs...corona. Anytime someone's stomach is upset...corona. It's so ridiculous and I logically realize that. However, my emotional side freaks out. It ususally happens everyday around 2:00 that I am convinced we all have corona. The reality is there is a good chance we will eventually get it. The reality also is we will most likely be fine.<br />
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***I never finished that original post. I love writing and I have countless number of posts I have wrote over the months that never got published. Do people even blog anymore? Isn't it all video now? YouTube and Facebook Live? I don't do videos well. I enjoy writing. So here we are with all the time in the world and a crisis upon us. I feel like now is as good a time as any. So, I write. This is just my personal journal and you are all invited in. <br />
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So what has happened since March 16th when I originally started this post? More than anyone could ever imagined. The Corona crisis has just gotten worse and just about every state has been put on a "shelter in place" or "stay at home" order. The world is just really weird right now. Yesterday my kids school was closed through the rest of the year. They will be doing school online. Carys is currently upstairs on a Zoom call with her friends. She had a friend walk to our house about 2 weeks ago and stand on our hill, about 40 yards away, and Carys sat on the roof and they "hung out" for 2 hours. I hand out wipes and toilet paper to neighbors who can't find any. My mom made us face masks for us to wear when we are out. I pick up groceries and sanitize them before they come in the house. It's just all so surreal and sad. Oh, and I experienced my first earthquake last Tuesday. That was interesting. I was on the phone with Broderick's 3rd period teacher (they were calling to check in on the kids) and I felt my house shaking. I was in a different room and I thought the kids were jumping around so I ignored it. A few seconds later it was still happening so I came out into the kitchen. The teacher then said, "I think that's an earthquake. I'm going to let you go." Sure enough it was. 6.5 with the epicenter about 70 miles from us. Thankfully there was no damage in the Boise area and besides being shaken up we were all ok. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced and earthquake but it is one of the most scary things I have ever experienced. I got zero sleep that night and even now whenever Rob moves in bed I think it is happening again. <br />
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I want to close this post out by saying people can be really cool. I don't really watch the regular news..I can't handle it. I do, however, love hearing the stories of how people are being kind, creative and loving. The way they come up with creative ways to still connect. I heard a story today of teachers that made a car parade and drove by their students houses to wave. It brings tears to my eyes to think people are that great! Why does it take crisis for us to rise up and be awesome? Why does it take a pandemic for us to show appreciation to our healthcare workers? Why does it take fear for me to bow my knees to my Savior every single day? I just really pray that after all this we don't stop these acts of kindness, showing our appreciation or praying. <br />
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Until next time friends stay safe and healthy. Let's do what we need to, together, so we can get through this.<br />
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A few feel good things to watch/listen to<br />
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John Krasinski - Some Good News (So good! Brings me to tears!)<br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oilZ1hNZPRM">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oilZ1hNZPRM</a><br />
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A song I have on repeat<br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DioI2k4IIjs">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DioI2k4IIjs</a><br />
<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-11361816021445524552019-01-23T11:07:00.001-05:002019-01-23T11:07:34.078-05:00ReflectionYeah, Yeah, Yeah...I know it is almost the end of January and y'all have moved on from reflection and new year's resolutions. I haven't ok. I have been spending the last few weeks reflecting and thinking on all that 2018 held. <br />
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I know the cool, trendy thing to do these days is to pick a "word for the year"...I'm not into that. I usually don't make resolutions either. (Let's be honest, my life is a constant resolution of trying to eat healthy and exercise.) <br />
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As I was looking over all that 2018 held these two words kept popping up. Brave may seem obvious...because it is. I have never in my life had to be more brave than I was in 2018. Literally getting on a plane with a one way ticket to Idaho was the hardest thing I have ever done. It wasn't just me that was brave though. Everyday, still, I am amazed at how brave my kids are. Just last week I dropped Broderick off at his first day of driving school. He walked into a classroom full of kids he had never met. Then 2 days later got behind the wheel of a car to drive for the first time. (Parents: if your children are not yet to driving age...prepare yourself. I don't know if there is anything scarier.)<br />
Not only leaving Ohio took great bravery, but since we've been here there are many days that require great bravery. Some days just driving I need to be brave. Ok, maybe not for the average person but for me. There are roads that I have had to literally close my eyes when we are driving on them.<br />
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HAHAHA..."Keep Your Eyes Open". No thanks.</div>
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This is just a little (exaggerated...kind of) example. Seriously though, I am an extrovert and love getting out and meeting people and doing all sorts of things. But, this move has stretched me in the area of fear and courage like I could never have imagined. I am so thankful for the ways God has been with our family and pushed us past the fear to be BRAVE.</div>
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Now onto adventure. Again, the move was a huge adventure and I find that most days there is always a new adventure to be had. But even looking past that (while the move did consume most of 2018 we did do other things)</div>
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Rob and I got to go to Nicaragua with my favorite band NEEDTOBREATHE and serve with a ministry, One World Health. One of the coolest things I have ever done and probably the most gorgeous place I have ever been.</div>
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Then I took a boat ride through the jungle, with all kinds of creatures, with a local man. I was certain we would never be returning. (Are you gathering that I am a very fearful person? I am. God is growing me though. Years ago, I would have NEVER even got on the plane or in the boat.)</div>
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We have had countless adventures since we've been in Idaho also. Weekend trips to the mountains, "hiking" (I use that term lightly...hiking to me is different than hiking to native Idahoans), having visitors and showing them around, snowmobiling, driving to the grocery some days is an adventure. I just never know what each day is going to hold and it has been a ton of fun.</div>
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Our family motto for the past few years has been, "On the other side of the hardest yes could be the greatest blessing." I can definitely say that rang true in 2018. Had I not gotten on the plane or in the boat I would have missed some of the greatest adventures we had last year. I don't know what 2019 holds for us but I wait in expectant anticipation.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058609253521904280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-68334663774807695162018-12-02T06:00:00.000-05:002018-12-02T06:00:00.431-05:00A Year LaterExactly one year from today we told our kids we would be moving to Idaho. We had made the decision a few days prior but this day made it official. And exactly 6 months ago we got on a plane and left all I had ever known as home and we had known as a family. As I sit and write this my mind is flooded with many thoughts over the past year. Many emotions surface and I fight back tears.<br />
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I think of February when Rob and I travelled here to buy a house and how God showed up in unimaginable ways. After a long day of looking at houses and an even longer night of no sleep we decided to go to church. We just went to one that our realtor had mentioned. The church was having a guest speaker, Jeremy, and he was speaking about anxiety...interesting. After church we introduced ourselves, shared with him why we were there that specific morning and asked for prayer. One week before we moved here that church announced they were hiring a new pastor and it was going to be Jeremy. Today, Jeremy and his wife, Stephanie are our dear friends. We attend that church, that is about 5 minutes from our house and definitely feel God moving through it in our community. God was with us.<br />
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I think of a morning in church when I was feeling very sad. Ya know how churches do that churchy thing where they tell you to say hi to someone you don't know. Well, I said hi to the guy sitting right next to me and began to tell him we had just moved here. He said, "From where?". I said, "Ohio". "Where in Ohio?" "Between Dayton and Cincinnati." "Where between Dayton and Cincinnati?" "Centerville." "I lived in Kettering and went to Fairmont High School." May not seem like much to you, but to me!!! I grew up in Kettering and went to Fairmont High School!!! I felt God saying, "I see you my daughter. I know you feel alone, but I SEE YOU! I am with you."<br />
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I think of the week the kids went to camp and I was a hot mess. I was so worried because they would be jet skiing and tubing, and white water rafting with people they didn't even know. And then as the week went on and I saw pictures of there smiles with other kids their age I knew we were all going to be okay. God was with them.<br />
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I think of a Facebook post I read of a woman, Lisa, who said, "My family and I are moving from Georgia. I have a 7th grade girl. (she has other kids too but that one stuck out to me) I would love to meet some people." So what do I do as an extrovert? I message her and say, "hey. I am new here too and I have a 7th grade girl. Let's get together." So, we met at the zoo (dragging our children along) and the rest is history. We had our first Thanksgiving in Idaho with Lisa and her sweet family. God was with us.<br />
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I also think of days sitting in my closet crying texting my friends in Ohio of how sad I was. And of getting a phone call that someone I love was in the hospital and not being able to get to them. (Worst feeling ever.) And of lying on Carys' bed as she sobbed because dance is not the same here and she just wants to be with Miss Holly and Miss Andrea and her dance friends. And arguing with Broderick (because he's 15) because he doesn't know how to verbally express what he is feeling. Even in those hard times God was with us.<br />
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There has not been one day, not one, that I have questioned our move here. There has not been one day that I have wondered why we did this. There has not been one day I regretted moving. There have been many days that I wake up and literally have to give myself a pep talk to get out of bed. It takes a lot of mental and emotional energy when EVERYTHING has changed. But God whispers, "I am with you" every.single.day.<br />
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Tonight we will host our first (Idaho) annual Christmas party. One year after we officially made the decision to move, my house will be filled with new friends to celebrate Emmanuel, God with us. Coincidence? I think not.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08058609253521904280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-32911076055460783402017-12-30T16:51:00.001-05:002017-12-30T16:51:32.688-05:00New Year! New Adventure!Over 2 years have passed since I last updated this space of the world. I love writing here and have missed it immensely. Over the past 2+ years many things have changed and many things are about change. That is why I am revamping the blog.<br />
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First, we must rewind to a little over a year ago...<br />
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As I mentioned in my last post, we moved to a new house after looking at moving closer to Rob's work. We love this house and its location. However, there were some things going on and I felt stirred to pray about Rob's current job situation. He had been with this company for around 20 years and they have been so good to us, but we both felt like something needed to change. So, I just started praying...I can't tell you exactly what I was praying but it was something along the lines of "change". About a month after I started praying this Rob called me and said, "Are you sitting down?" I replied, "no, why?" He said, "What exactly have you been praying?" My first thought was, <i>oh crap! He's losing his job! ok...I prayed about this so if so, it's all good.</i> He proceeded to tell me that the company was being bought and what the could mean for him and us. My heart started beating at a more normal pace and I wasn't freaking out as much. I just kept thinking, I prayed for change and this is definitely that so it's going to be fine. Different, sure. Hard, maybe. But fine nonetheless. <br />
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Things with the buying/selling of the company were almost final. Rob was approached with the question if we would relocate. See, the main office would now be in Boise, Idaho not Newport, Kentucky. We talked about it and felt like we needed to say yes we would be willing. If I had prayed about "change" then I had to be willing to go where God was leading. Last December Rob and I both took a trip to Boise to see if we really were willing to move. To our surprise, we both really liked it. It has the same Midwest feel as Ohio but with mountains! Time passed and nothing really ever came of the relocation. We continued to settle into our new (we've lived here for 2 1/2 years now) house, doing remodeling projects and such. We switched churches (another post for another time) and have fallen in love with it and met new friends that we are coming to adore. <br />
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Then about a month ago Rob came home from work and we had a very emotional conversation...relocating had been brought back up. This time it was very serious. We spent a week praying and seeking counsel and asking a lot of questions. We talked to the kids and told them what was going on. We asked how they felt and told them to start praying. They could pray that we do move or don't. They could tell God they don't want to or they do. We encouraged them to have their own faith journey in this process. After nearly a month we had all the information we felt we needed to make a decision. It is with great excitement we announce we will be relocating to Boise!!!<br />
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Even typing that makes my stomach flip and feels fake...it's not. As you can imagine there is many emotions with this decision...fear, excitement, anticipation, and the list goes on. Rob and I truly believe this is a huge faith step and are very excited about what God is going to do in our lives over the next year. We will absolutely miss our family and friends and our church and our house. However, for the past few years our motto has been, "our biggest blessing could be on the other side of the hardest yes." We adopted that phrase before I went to Africa because I was terrified to go. It turns out, one of my greatest blessings was indeed on the other side of the yes to go. I believe the same about this. I don't know what God has in store but I believe it will be a blessing. Hard, yes. Different, sure. But a blessing nonetheless.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-29034086277766586172015-08-14T08:03:00.001-04:002015-08-14T08:04:11.236-04:00Closing DayToday is closing day people!! To say I am a bit excited is kind of an understatement. We have been packing and doing all kinds of work to get ready for this day. The next week will be pretty crazy because we have some sort of work being done at the new house everyday and then we move on Thursday. But I say, "Bring it on!!!"<br />
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You might be wondering where we are moving. Or maybe you don't care. Either way, I am going to give you a little back ground on this process we have been going through for the past several months. <br />
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A few months ago Rob's office moved. Now instead of a 30 minute commute he has an hour to an hour and half commute. And a few nights it has been a 2 hour commute. For several months we have talked, prayed, fasted and considered moving to another state because of this commute. It made sense in our heads...add 3 hours back into our family, save on gas money, keep the mileage down on Rob's car, be closer to his work so he could meet us for lunch, come to the kids school activities. The list goes on and on of logical reasons to move. We tried to move. We looked at houses. We contacted schools. We researched good areas to live. But we kept getting the answer no. It was a rough couple of months. The weekend before we put our house on the market we spent a whole day down by Rob's work. We drove by A LOT of houses and drove around the community. We both came home that night with the same feeling...if we move there we are being disobedient. Makes zero sense to most people. But we are not most people. We had prayed and asked God to speak very clearly to us and that day He did. And while logistically it makes sense to move closer to Rob's work, for whatever reason, we believe God wants us to stay in the community we are in. We are not sure why, but we are choosing to trust His plan.<br />
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We really didn't think we would move from the house we live in now. But again through a series of kind of random events we found a house and absolutely fell in love with it. I'm not lying when I say as soon as we pulled in the driveway I knew it was our house. Now, I'm not say the Lord spoke to me or it was some divine moment. I am simply saying, I had a feeling. It felt like home. It felt like us. It had everything I would ever want in a home and then some. And ever since we made the offer on the house I can see God's hand in all the details. It has been so much fun to watch Him work. <br />
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We are super excited for the next chapter of our lives and what He has for us. We want our family to be used for His glory and His kingdom purpose. We trust that while this season may be hard and we may need to sacrifice some things, like family time and gas money, he has a purpose. And we fully believe that in obedience to Him there is great blessing. Blessings always out weight the sacrifice. We trust that it will all be worth it.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-46230997727079727962015-07-31T08:04:00.000-04:002015-07-31T08:04:08.625-04:00MoveIt has been exactly 10 years that we have lived in our house. It is the first home Rob and I bought. I remember the first time we drove by it...Rob had found it online and he took me by to show me. We weren't even really looking to buy a house. We sat outside and prayed. Roughly 3 days later we made an offer. We bought this house with the intention of it being a "starter" home. Live here for a few years and then move to something bigger. Time kept passing and I began to think we would never leave. I began to settle in and dream of what the future would hold in this house. Now 10 years later we are preparing to move. After many long conversations we put this house up for sale. 3 days and 12 showings later we had received and accepted an offer. <br />
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There is a part of me that is sad about leaving this little place we have made a home. I think of all the memories we have made here. Bringing a baby home, potty training, first steps, first days of school, holidays, baking days, pillow mountain, playing in leaf piles and the snow, squirt gun fights, sleepovers, many fires in the fireplace, and neighbors that have become friends. This house holds a lot of love.<br />
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I keep remembering that those memories and love go with us wherever we go. With each picture I take off the wall and each item I pack up this house feels less and less like home. It is feeling more like a place we are staying. God has been preparing me to say goodbye to this special place that holds so many memories and to move on to the next chapter of our lives. We will move on to a new house. We will begin to make new memories, hang new pictures, and make a new house our home. <br />
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In 3 short weeks we will be signing papers and handing the keys over to a new family so they can begin making their own memories in this house. <br />
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-7028459562326208342015-07-20T07:46:00.000-04:002015-07-20T08:56:26.027-04:00CampEven though it has been a rainier and chillier summer, it is well under way. In fact, we are closer to going back to school than we are from the kids getting out. I had all these well intentioned plans of bike rides and completing workbooks and not turning the tv on before 8:00 and eating healthy but that has not happened because well...life. <br />
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There have been several unexpected things that have happened over the course of a few weeks. For one, Broderick went to church camp. As a middle schooler. This whole middle school thing has been kind of emotional for this mama. Okay...not kind of but really emotional. I was already having a hard time with him going to middle school and then to send him off to camp for a week...tears. He really wanted to and I knew deep in my heart it would be good for all of us. It may have been one of the best parenting choices we have made. He had a blast, made new friends, grew in the Lord, grew in being responsible and came home with a whole bunch of great stories and memories. <br />
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Mid week the camp had family night. Did I mention camp was only 20 minutes away...Ha! Rob and I went to spend time with him and participate in their night worship service. Can I just say...I want to go to camp. I never went to church camp as a kid. I did however spend half a summer with my cousin in Atlanta when I was Broderick's age. Best. Summer. Ever. Anywhoooo...back to Broderick....he walked us around the grounds, showed us his dorm, told us what he had been doing and eating and spending his money on (snacks, paintball, Mountain Dew...tweens, geesh!) He introduced us to his friends and told us what they do each night after worship. I absolutely loved hearing about all of it. I saw a grown up version of my son. I saw a happy, responsible, young man. I learned he is completely capable of showering and getting dressed and cleaning up with out me constantly reminding him.<br />
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I left camp that night with a new perspective on being his mom and our relationship. I left excited about what the next few years hold. I left with a desire to stay connected to my son and his friends. I am so excited about what God has in store for this boy and our family.<br />
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Oh...and we excepted an offer on our house last week. More on that later. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-61405212842807436562015-05-04T15:23:00.000-04:002015-05-04T15:40:57.299-04:00#33goingon13A friend and I had a conversation the other day about being in our mid-thirties...which I am not! She is 34 so she clearly is...I am not though. Anyway, I refuse to be in my mid-thirties or any age beyond that. I prefer to live like I am 13. I mean, why not!? Who wants to act old?<br />
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That being said, I had every opportunity to act 13 this weekend and so I did just that. You all know of my love for Needtobreathe and that I have wanted to meet them for a long time. They are just people...I know, I know. But they are people that sing great music! Did you know that they are currently touring with my 2nd favorite, Ben Rector!!!!? When Rob called me a few months ago and informed me of this fantastic news I got a little excited. Okay, okay...I <strong>FREAKED OUT</strong>! After I got done freaking out with him on the phone I called Amber (because she shares the same love for Ben Rector's music) and continued to<strong> FREAK OUT</strong>! (Amber likes to say I am "easily excitable" which she equates to childlike joy/wonder and I equate to being childISH.) When tickets went on sale my fantastic husband was online the moment they went on sale and bought us great seats. I came to learn there was a VIP package where you could meet the band and they sing you one song! Wait...what!? So I kindly requested that we purchase these VIP tickets as well. He was adamant that this was not going to happen. <br />
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Well, I waited and waited for the months to pass and finally Saturday night was the night for the concert. To my surprise Rob did purchase the VIP tickets!!! He is so sneaky. He said this was my birthday present which was fine by me. BEST PRESENT EVER!!! To say I was shocked is the understatement of the century. I was so excited to meet the band and Ben Rector. What would I wear? What would I say? What do I do with my coat and purse? Which I clearly made a bad choice on that...<br />
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While we were in line I said to Rob, "Do you think I can stand wherever I want? Because I really want to stand by Ben and Bear." He of course laughed. When we got up to them he grabbed me and said, "this girl wants to stand right here. You will make all her birthday wishes come true." and then placed me in between them. Ben (we are on a first name basis now) said, "Oh...happy birthday." AH!...you guys, I was dying. I get to cross something off my bucket list now! Random: do you have a bucket list? I didn't until this year...it's kinda fun. I have crossed two things off already. Meeting Needtobreathe and riding a Boda Boda with Amber in Uganda - that is a whole other blog post for another day. Back to the meeting of the band...How perfect is that picture? I think I am going to print it into poster size and hang it above my bed! <br />
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The concert was just as amazing as the other 4 times I have seen them. Actually it was better. <br />
At one point I looked at Rob and said, "I am standing up when Ben performs even if I am the only one!" No shame people...<strong>no shame</strong>. There was maybe 10 people in the whole place standing and at first I just sat on the edge of my seat, but that didn't last long...I couldn't take it. And you know what...my sweet hubby stood with me. Gosh, I love him. <br />
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So there you have it friends my dreams coming true and why I am, and will always be, #33goingon13.<br />
<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-61889780246243645192015-05-01T14:33:00.000-04:002015-05-01T14:49:20.013-04:00It's About TimeWe've been home for almost 4 weeks and I have sat behind this computer screen 100 times...okay, maybe not quite 100 but a few....to try and put some words to my thoughts. I can't. I can't hardly form a complete sentence when someone asks me the famous, "how was you trip" question. I don't have the words to articulate what is going on in my head. And if I start to try it just comes out like "blah"...puke. That's what I feel like anyway...like I am just vomiting my thoughts on someone. I have learned from my previous trips that most people don't want the vomit. They want to hear "It was great." or "It was life changing." Not all the vomit that is happening in my head. This process is just so hard...I come home and I want life to stop so I don't have to continue on with the day to day...work, school, karate, dance and so on.<br />
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I just want the world to stop coming at me. I just need a minute to think and breathe and be still. I understand that this is not a real possibility. Life and time will continue to go on. So I must get up each day and do the next best thing. I must continue to pursue Him and nothing else. I must continue to press in to His truth and His word. How do you do that? How do you "be still" but keep going? <br />
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All that to say...I'm still here. I'm still doing this life. I'm still pressing on.<br />
<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-7019417549771168412015-03-28T14:59:00.001-04:002015-03-28T15:07:02.021-04:00{Water}<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;">I have known
for a long time that there are many people in the world that do not have these
common luxuries that I do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To know that people
walk long distances for water is one thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>To drive past people every day walking for water is another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To actually walk and get water is completely
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ebenezer
home has a very shallow well with water that they use for washing clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They also have a tap…think like the water in
your back yard that you hook a hose up to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is “city” water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They pay
for it and somehow it runs on electricity…I guess…if the power is out they cannot
get water from this tap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The power has
been out for at least 5 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which
means Ebenezer has only had easy access to the water in the shallow well for
the last 5 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today we were getting
ready to leave Ebenezer and come back to our guest house when I caught word
that some of the Aunties and older children were walking to the well to get
water so the children could take a bath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I walked over to Rob and said, “We have a van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why don’t we just put the cans in the van and
drive down and get the water and bring and back.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had already suggested this to George and
George’s reply was, “this is what we do.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>His response only meant one thing…I was walking with the Aunties and
children to get water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I grabbed two
cans and started my first ever walk for water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before I go any further let me say, I am not going to be able to give you every detail or articulate what this journey was truly like. I also did not take any pictures. I wanted to experience getting the water, not be busy taking pictures, which makes the story telling harder. Here is my best shot....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;">The walk
there was not that bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am guessing
close to a mile, which really isn’t that far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There was a storm in the distance so it was windy and cloudy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got to the well and there was a long line
to get the water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somehow, we ended up
going behind where the well was to these troughs that were filled up with water
through a pipe in the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the
cans were filled Sylvia paired the children up to walk back with one can…they
would take turns carrying it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amber and
I grabbed our two cans, weighing close to 20 pounds each, and started back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We weren’t 50 yards into the walk when we had
to stop and take a break.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We continued
walking and stopping about every 50 yards until we got about halfway back to
Ebenezer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At that point Rob and the kids
pulled up in our van because it was getting late and we needed to leave. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By now we had been gone to get water for an
hour and a half.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So her and I,
reluctantly, got in the van with our 4 cans and drove them back to
Ebenezer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While the rest of the Aunties
and the children walked the rest of the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Did you read that!?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got in a van
with my water cans and was driven back to where they needed to be while the other
children walked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t get over
that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had the option to get in a car
with my water.</span></div>
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a few things clear…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;">This is
abnormal for Ebenezer to have to go and fetch water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, if these children did not live here…this
would be their everyday life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;">One can of
water was enough for two baths.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two baths!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So if I were a Ugandan woman (which let me
just tell you…I am not even close!) I would spend anywhere from 2-3 hours a day
walking to get water…but only enough for two baths!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So if I wanted to cook or drink it I would
have to go multiple times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blows my
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I knew
before we left for this trip I was going to learn a lot….I never expected to
learn firsthand like I did today.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-28230506727284343852015-03-26T15:28:00.004-04:002015-03-26T15:33:14.121-04:00Some Days Are Just FunSome days are really heavy...like the last post. <br />
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But some days are just plain fun! Today was one of those days. <br />
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It started off with market shopping which is one of my favorite things to do. The first time I ever did it, I was terrified and didn't want to get out of the car...now I love it!<br />
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Once we got to Ebenezer it was a day of playing. First for me...We walked to the "restaurant" down the road from Ebenezer for chapati. Then Amber and I took the kids on a Boda Boda ride (this is a motorcycle taxi). We went out to the main road, hailed a boda...which really meant we had to tell a bicyclist to ride into town and send 2 Bodas back for us, then took the kids into town to get a soda and brought them back to Ebenezer. Her and I then continued the ride through the African bush...so fun! I got to see part of the community surrounding Ebenezer that I had never seen. It was truly <br />
gorgeous.<br />
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Today gave me hope. I really saw how far Ebenezer has come since Rob first visited 2 years ago and I first visited a year and a half ago. While there are still needs there is a lot of good happening. Today I was coloring with a little girl that I saw laying under a hut very, very sick. Now she is healthy and smiling. I watched the kids eat eggs with porridge and some cabbage with their lunch...thanks to the nutrition fund I posted about a few days ago. I heard children laughing that 2 years ago did nothing but cry. I saw children going to school that were not in school a few months ago. This community and these children have a chance at a future. They too have hope.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-29926683782843927202015-03-24T15:49:00.002-04:002015-03-24T15:49:37.477-04:00Sometimes It Hits Me...Hard<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We show up
at Ebenezer around 9:00 am every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The work there has been well underway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I immediately get out of the car and walk to the “kitchen” to tell my
new friends, the school cooks, good morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then I walk myself to a chair under the shade tree and watch what is
happening around me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I see preschool
children in their classes learning and singing. I see a 3 year old boy skipping
class so he can come say hello to the Mzungu children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I see a 15 year old down syndrome boy smiling
from ear to ear and walking my way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All
while I continue to watch my new friends cook over an open fire for about 100
students.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What are they making?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Porridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Around 10:00 each morning the children get porridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I watched them cook it, I thought, “I am
going to help them serve it today.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
have done this before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every time I have
been here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For every meal I have been
here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have always loved bringing the
children their cup of porridge or bowl of rice and beans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But today I wanted to help serve it…not just
walk it to the children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked
Christine If I could help and with her beautiful smile and thick Ugandan accent
she said, “yes.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I stood next to her
and scooped a cup of porridge into another cup and handed it to a child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About 5 minutes into it she looked at me and
said, “These children get half.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Half?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She meant half a cup.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I started filling the cups halfway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am looking into a bucket of porridge and
then up at a sweet face and thinking, “I am giving you half a cup of flour and
water.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Half a cup.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of flour and water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I swallowed back tears, hugged my sweet
Evelyn and prayed for those children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
filled every cup until each child had their porridge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I then turned around to see another cook
mixing flour and water over the fire…lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Lunch is not porridge though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
is Posho…a different kind of flour than porridge and thicker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
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and Broderick stopped me and said, “Mom, can I have a snack?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am hungry.” I leaned down to his ear and I
said, “Bud, you are not hungry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I
feed you flour and water for breakfast and lunch everyday of your life we can
talk about you being hungry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You just
want a snack.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had no clue what he
had really just said and he certainly had no clue that it was taking every
ounce of my being to not be sobbing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
walked to Rob and explained to him the emotion going on in me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He asked why it hit me today when I have seen
the children eat this many, many times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I didn’t and still don’t really have an answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just can’t get out of my head that these
children eat flour and water 2-3 times a day every single day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong…they are eating…2-3 times
a day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it is better than most of the
children living in the village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If those
kids weren’t coming to school or living at Ebenezer they probably wouldn’t be
getting anything…honestly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just look
into their sweet, sweet eyes and think, “You deserve more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You deserve more.” <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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very first time I have come here God has tugged at my heart regarding what
these children eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So much so that
after my first trip, I talked to Diana from Equip 1 about a “Supplemental Nutrition
Plan” for the children living at Ebenezer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>All this means is we would send extra money each month to supplement
some food…fruits, vegetables, chicken, eggs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Healthy, good stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For about a
year now each month Equip 1 sends money for this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was talking to Sylvia today about what they
are eating and she shared with me that they usually get fruit and/or vegetables
a few times a week and an egg a day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was happy to hear that because that is better than what it was a year ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My prayer is that by next year they will be
eating fruit or vegetables with each meal and meat at least a few times a week
if not every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you are interested
in partnering with us and Equip 1 to feed these children please visit <a href="http://www.equip1.org/donate/" target="_blank">Equip 1 Ministries</a>, click on the donate online button, and select Ebenezer Supplemental Nutrition fund.</span></span></div>
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-47934211544180091442015-03-23T14:51:00.000-04:002015-03-23T15:04:10.077-04:00Here We Go Again<br />
After 24 hours of air travel, a night in a hotel with almost zero sleep, and a full day of road travel we made it to Mbale. That trip is long and hard...but the second I see those beautiful brown faces and squeeze those precious hands it is all worth it. <br />
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We spent Sunday, our first day at Ebenezer, doing church with them and visiting with the children, George and Sylvia. Church was amazing...as always. There is nothing like African church. I love when they sing and worship. It is nothing short of joyful! They sing and clap and dance and laugh. They worship with no abandon. Beautiful. And...I had a precious 4 year old boy fall asleep on me during the preaching. Makes my heart happy! <br />
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After church we sat under a shade tree (it was freaking HOT!) while the children sat on our laps, held our hands and stared at us. Later in the day we taught them "Ring Around the Rosie" and "Duck, duck, goose." They loved it....they just laughed and laughed. They caught on very quickly to the games and just wanted to keep playing them. I showed them pictures on my phone of our life back home. I would show one child and the rest of them would say, "Now do me Aunt Amy, now do me!" <br />
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Carys was reunited with Moses, which was such a blessing. He saw her and was a little shy at first, but then just grinned! Such a sweet, sweet moment.<br />
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Broderick has been enjoying playing with the little boys and the baby girls. He is so sweet to them.<br />
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Today was another full day of visiting the school, singing and dancing with the children. We went into Kibuku town for a few minutes and met some of the children that live there. George told us they have never seen mzungu (white) children before. We gave them some of the snacks we had which they really liked. <br />
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Rob and I are learning this trip (and leading up to this trip) to ask a lot of questions and learn more about the culture here. Our driver is great to talk to these things about. We ask him about families, jobs, government, food, and a bunch of "dumb American questions". He gets a good laugh out of us!<br />
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I am try to spend time each day with at least one of the women. Yesterday I met Ester...she is a student at <a href="http://www.suubiworks.org/" target="_blank">Suubi Works (go to the link and check out what they do...Amazing!)</a> and she is learning Tailoring. She is a sweet young woman doing her best to make a better life for herself and children. Today I met Christine...she is the cook for the Ebenezer school. She has twin boys, 7, and lives in the village by Ebenezer. I sat with her and shelled G- nuts (peanuts) and asked her questions. She told me she loves Mountain Dew...HA! I can't wait to bring her one...she can drink Mountain Dew and I will drink Novida and we will learn about each other.<br />
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A few things I want to share with you all...mom and dad, don't freak out! I have shared with you all before that a lot of times I operate out of fear. Our first trip here I wouldn't even get out of the van in town or shop in the market. This trip I have already, gone into the grocery store once <strong>by myself</strong> and once just me and the kids, and I walked from the school back to the orphanage by myself! HUGE milestone people. God has done an enormous work on me in the department of fear. Still to come...another boda (motorcycle) ride through the Ugandan bush!<br />
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I am going to be honest with you all...the first couple days here were a little confusing. I kept thinking, "why am I here? Why are we doing this again? What is the point?" I felt in over my head. Today, it all began to make sense. I came home this evening and remembered my best friend (she gets here tomorrow! I can not wait!) had given me a card to open today so I opened it. By the grace of God it was exactly what I needed. All it said was...<br />
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<em>Further and further my heart moves away from the shore</em><br />
<em>Whatever it looks like, whatever may come I am yours</em><br />
<em>Then you crash over me and I've lost control but I am free</em><br />
<em>I'm going under</em><br />
<em><strong>I'm in over my head</strong></em><br />
<em>And you crash over me,</em><br />
<em>I'm where you want me to be</em><br />
<em>I'm going under,</em><br />
<em>I'm in over my head</em><br />
<em>Whether I sink, whether I swim</em><br />
<em>It makes no difference when I'm</em><br />
<em><strong>Beautifully in over my head.</strong></em><br />
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It brought tears to my eyes. I thought...Yes! that is it! I started the first few days feeling<strong> in over my head,</strong> but today I feel <strong>beautifully in over my head</strong>. I will spend the rest of my days here allowing Him to lead me <strong>further and further away from the shore</strong>, letting Him <strong>crash over me</strong> and be <strong><em>beautifully in over my head</em></strong>.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-37210910378483659482015-03-19T11:44:00.001-04:002015-03-19T11:44:35.283-04:00AnthemToday is the day people! We board a plane once again to visit a place and people we love and care deeply about. <br />
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Preparing for this trip has been a little different than the 2 prior trips to Africa. The first time we decided 5 weeks before to go so there wasn't a whole lot of time to prepare. And since it was just Rob and I going I spent most of my time preparing to leave the kids for 10 days. The second time we went, the kids first time, I spent most of my time preparing to take 2 kids along. This time, though, since we have all been, and because I hadn't before, I made a conscience effort to prepare my heart, mind and soul for whatever God has in store. I can not tell you what a blessing this has been. <br />
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One thing has been the same (besides the packing, and checking, and rechecking)...each trip the Lord has given me a song, an Anthem. A song that I can listen to and pray through. A song that speaks to what God is going to do. A song that speaks to what God is doing. A song that encourages me. This year the song is "In Over My Head" by Bethel.<br />
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I have listened to it about 100 times in the last week. Whenever I start worrying...I turn it on. Whenever I feel the urge to pray about the trip...I turn it on. Whenever I am getting overwhelmed...I turn it on. I let the words just wash over me. Some of my favorite lines...<br />
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<em>"I'm full but I'm not satisfied. This longing to have more of you."</em><br />
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<em>"I'm standing knee deep but I'm out where I've never been."</em><br />
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<em>"Would you come and tear down the boxes that I have tried to put you in."</em><br />
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<em>"Further and further my heart moves away from the shore. Whatever it looks like, whatever may come I am yours."</em><br />
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<em>"You crash over me and I've lost control but I'm free."</em><br />
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(sigh) So good. So, so good. I just pray those lyrics over myself and let the Spirit crash over me.<br />
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Okay friends! I will talk to you from Africa next time!!! xoxoxo<br />
<br />Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-7536449473723394892015-03-12T15:12:00.003-04:002015-03-12T15:13:54.933-04:00SteadfastA lot of people at the beginning of the year have a word that they focus on for the year. It's kind of like the new trendy thing...instead of a new year's resolution you pick a word. I never intended to do this. I didn't really see the point in just picking a word. However, studying the Bible these past couple months and memorizing scripture I feel God continually highlighting a word. When I am reading His word it jumps off the page at me. Or when I am listening to a song it's louder than all the other words. Steadfast. The Bible continually talks about God's steadfast love, and that He is our only steadfast. Seems catchy, right. That's what I thought at first..."cool word, not really one we use a lot these days." Then is kept showing up. So I looked up it's meaning.<br />
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Steadfast: Resolutely or dutifully firm and unwavering. <br />
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Good definition. Seems like a good way to describe God and His love for us. But what I really love are the synonyms...<br />
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loyal, faithful, committed, devoted, dedicated, dependable, reliable, constant, solid<br />
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That is how God describes His love for us committed, dependable, constant. And then asks us to be steadfast in return...dedicated, devoted, faithful.<br />
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There are times in this journey I am on with the Lord I do not feel like being steadfast. It's hard. He asks me to do things that I really don't want to do. He calls me places I don't want to go. He sheds light on the dark places of my heart and asks me to change to look more like Him. All these things can become very wearisome. But then...I remember, STEADFAST. <br />
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"By day the Lord commands His <strong>steadfast</strong> love and at night His song is with me. A prayer to the God of my life." Psalm 42:8<br />
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"But I have trusted in your <strong>steadfast</strong> love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation." Psalm 13:5<br />
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"For your <strong>steadfast</strong> love is before my eyes, and I walk in your faithfulness." Psalm 26:3<br />
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"He will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are<strong> steadfast</strong> because they trust in Him." Isaiah 26:3<br />
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"Create in me a clean heart God and renew a <strong>steadfast</strong> spirit within me." Psalm 51:10<br />
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"And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and <strong>steadfast." </strong>1 Peter 5:10<br />
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I can't be steadfast and do this life on my own. I must keep my eyes on Him. He is the one that is steadfast.<br />
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PS. We take our first malaria pill today. Do you know what that means!? We leave in 1 WEEK!!!!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-64789272123501495362015-03-06T13:16:00.001-05:002015-03-06T13:16:45.272-05:00Should I Laugh It Off or Cry It OutIt started yesterday morning...<br />
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"Mom, my throat really hurts."<br />
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I knew...I knew right then what was happening. Carys had strep. Before bed she was crying that her belly hurt and her throat was so sore. I prayed for her and told her to go to sleep she would feel better in the morning. At 10:30 I woke up to moaning coming from her room. I went into check on her and she wasn't even awake. She was swallowing and then moaning. Poor girl...my heart broke. Around 1:30 she came into my room crying that her throat and belly hurt. We slept on the couch. When it was time to get ready for school I tried my hardest to get her ready and force her to go. I was trying to convince myself there was no way she had strep. After a brief moment of frustration I gave in and told her to stay home. Around 10:00 the doctor confirmed what I had suspected....a positive strep test. <br />
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I know what you all are thinking..."who cares? it's strep. Get an antibiotic and get over it." I hear you. The thing is, last year, the day before we left for Africa <a href="http://www.amyforhim.blogspot.com/2014/03/okayso-i-lied.html" target="_blank">both the kids came down with strep</a>. My kids have NEVER had strep until last year. Coincidence? I don't believe in them. Nothing happens outside of the sovereignty of God...NOTHING. <br />
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He is good.<br />
He is loving.<br />
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He is God and He is in control....of it all!<br />
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Leading up to this trip I have been struggling with anxiety...this is an area in my life God has done huge works. However, I feel the temptation to let my mind wander to worry and doubt. The thing that is most consuming my thoughts is that someone is going to get really sick while we are gone. All this sickness before we leave is not helping. I ask you to not only pray for the health of us all leading up to our departure, but that I would "take every thought captive to obey Christ." (2 Corinthians 10:5)<br />
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Thanks friends...We will be touching down in Uganda in exactly 2 weeks!!!!!!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-52576558884624355672015-02-19T12:43:00.001-05:002015-02-19T12:43:28.300-05:00Prayer<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are 1 month away!!!! </span><br />
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Broderick will be sharing his testimony with the school in Uganda on our trip. We are so excited for him to start sharing his story and what God is doing in his life.</div>
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Great question. Another one that Rob and I have discussed many times over. There are multiple answers to this question. Let's break this down...<br />
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Yes, we could just give the money and not use it to travel to Africa. However, making deposits into the lives of the children living at Ebenezer is priceless. Loving those kids and giving them one on one attention they don't always get is worth every penny we spend to visit them. There is nothing comparable to spending time with our sponsor child, Evelyn. A price tag can not be put on getting to see her, hold her, talk to her, love her and watch her play with my kids.<br />
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Also, because we have a partnership with Ebenezer and the director and staff we need to build those relationships. We have projects going on, like building a school that sometimes requires a person being on the ground. It helps being there in real life to check in on things, have conversations and discuss plans. They are literally on the other side of the world and it is not always best to communicate everything through Facebook and email.<br />
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Another thing, God always works in big ways in our lives while we are there. Not only our lives, but in the lives of people around us. I so much enjoy watching what we now call the "ripple effect" take place in the lives of people around us. Just last night we had a delivery guy in our house and he said, "so you go to Africa a lot?" (If you come to my house, it's pretty obvious!) Well, thank you God that was an open door to share the gospel and talk about the work you are doing in Uganda. <br />
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Do you see what I mean? God lives in a place where the streets are made of gold and the gates are pearl, he is not hindered by the cost of the trip. I am not saying we can do whatever we want with our money, he commands us to be good stewards. Do not read that wrong. What I am saying is, that He has work to be done and it cost money to get there and to get it done. He will provide the money to get us there and the money to <em>do the work</em>.<br />
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*****If you notice in the right hand side bar there is now a "Fundraising" button. If you would like to give financially to our trip you can click on the picture or for a mobile device click <a href="https://www.youcaring.com/mission-trip-fundraiser/uganda-trip-2015/282494?utm_source=widget" target="_blank">here</a> and it will take you directly to the donating site. Also right under that is a "Follow by email" button. Just enter your email address in and you will get an email every time I update the blog.*****Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-50178116446439893352015-01-02T22:27:00.000-05:002015-01-03T09:16:33.972-05:00FAQsWhy do you raise support for a mission trip?<br />
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The truth is, I have asked myself this question a few times. Rob and I have had many conversations, leading up to this trip, on whether or not we would raise support. Let me do my best to explain why we, personally, will be raising support for this trip.<br />
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When we went to Mexico and Africa as a family we did not specifically ask people for money. We tried to be semi-creative in raising some money to of set the cost of taking a family over seas. Before Mexico we did a garage sale and God provided a little over $1000 from selling our junk and other peoples junk. The funny thing is, people would come and just give us money without buying anything or would pay way more than they needed to for what they were buying. <br />
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When we went to Africa the kids did the Change4Change fundraiser and God provided $1500! We did not know at the time we started that fundraiser that the money would go to building a house. Because honestly, we never expected to get even close to that much money! Oh ye of little faith...yup, that's me. One of these days I will get it.<br />
We had people give us their tax returns and ask how they could help.<br />
After our church did the<a href="http://apexanthologies.com/for-change/" target="_blank"> anthologies</a> story someone contacted me and wanted to send us money for our next trip. We didn't even have a trip planned or know if we were going to be going back!<br />
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From all that, we learned that people want to be involved.<br />
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Rob and I believe that all Christians are "called" to missions. The Bible says, "Go into all nations and make disciples." That is a command for every believer. We know and understand that not all people can physically go. Getting involved in missions can look different for each person. We have come to realize that if we don't allow God to use other people to support us we are not allowing them to "go to all nations". When I say support, I am not just referring to financial support. One of the sweetest blessings we received while in Africa was not financial at all. Our house church wrote us letters and cards and the children drew pictures for us to open while we were gone. That is more important than any money. (Don't get me wrong...we need the money, so we can get there, so we can read the letters in Africa! HA!) Being away for even just 2 weeks can get lonely. Knowing people are praying for us and thinking about us does so much good for the soul.<br />
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Already this week I have received multiply emails, texts, and calls of people excited about supporting us and getting involved! People covering us in prayer. People donating financially. People with fundraising ideas. People offering their time. People encouraging us with their words. It has been such a blessing to see God already at work. I am so thankful for this little network of supporters God has put around us!<br />
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A few tangible ways you can support us right now:<br />
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Print this picture (or any picture) of our family, hang it somewhere you will see it often, and cover us daily with prayer. We covet prayers while leading up to a trip. The enemy attacks always, but I feel it as a mission trip approaches. We need your prayers to resist his temptation and evil schemes. Specific prayer right now would be that we follow God's leading while planning the details of our time in Africa.<br />
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Financially. Send me an email <a href="mailto:robnamy2000@gmail.com">robnamy2000@gmail.com</a> or Facebook message me for details on how to do this.<br />
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Don't forget to subscribe to my blog so you can receive all my updates via email.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-39237369471730100692014-12-29T09:31:00.001-05:002014-12-29T09:31:33.092-05:00It's TimeIt's been 9 months since my feet felt the red dirt between my toes. <br />
9 long months since I held those sweet babies at Ebenezer. <br />
9 months of thinking about all the people I love in Uganda.<br />
9 months of dreaming of being back in a place that God used to break my heart for the fatherless, oppressed and poor.<br />
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But in just 80 days my feet will be in the red dirt, my arms will be holding those babies, I can spend time with people I love, and I can again be sharing the love of Jesus with the fatherless, oppressed and poor.<br />
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Words can not express how excited I am that our family will be returning to Ebenezer Children's Ministry in March to continue our partnership with them. Over the next several weeks we will prayerfully be planning details of exactly what we will be doing to serve the people of Uganda...specifically in Kibuku and at Ebenezer's Children's Ministry. A few things that are already in the works are, visiting the community, visiting the new school, and spending lots of time with the children living at Ebenezer.<br />
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This trip is going to cost us roughly $10,000. We are trusting the Lord will provide these funds for us. He has always been faithful in the past. We will be having some fundraising events to help with some of the cost. If you are interested in supporting us financially or would like to speak to us more about this trip please email me at <a href="mailto:robnamy2000@gmail.com">robnamy2000@gmail.com</a>. We are always willing to come share with bible studies, house churches or small groups about the work God is doing at Ebenezer. We also covet all of your prayers, from now until we get home. <br />
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For a little more background on what our family has done in the past please visit <a href="http://apexanthologies.com/for-change/" target="_blank">Apex Anthologies.</a> Our church did a blog post on our families first trip to Uganda.<br />
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Also, there is a <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrwfPfVem8Y" target="_blank">YouTube</a> video that recaps our trip.<br />
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Thank you so much for your support of our family and the work God is doing. Be sure to subscribe to the blog so you can receive any updates via email.<br />
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16722499287696089213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310046563002151845.post-31186498859488330852014-07-07T13:53:00.000-04:002014-07-07T13:53:03.715-04:00FearFor as long as I can remember fear has been a huge part of my life. When I was little I would wake up in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with my mom and dad because I was afraid of the dark. I was terrified of flying. I would cry hysterically whenever I would have to get on a plane. Ask my brother-in-law about this one. He got to experience it first hand when he went on vacation with us for the first time. I was afraid of tornadoes and thunderstorms. I would watch the weather all day if there was a chance of a thunderstorm and make myself physically ill over the thought of bad storms. And I would be the first one in the basement at the first sight of rain. When I was a teenager I still slept with my mom because I was afraid someone was going to break into my house. Probably because someone tried one night. As an adult I still fight the fear of storms and flying. I am also afraid something will happen to my children or Rob. I hate staying by myself when Rob is out of town. In fact, until recently I would go stay at my moms while he was gone. I am insecure in relationships which stems from a fear of being abandoned, rejected or betrayed. I am afraid of the "what if" and constantly play out "what if" scenarios in my mind.<br />
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A few weeks ago a friend and I began reading the book, "What Women Fear" by Angie Smith. (Angie is a blogger at <a href="http://angiesmithonline.com/" target="_blank">Bring the Rain</a>. I was vaguely familiar with her story regarding her daughter's birth and death, but I was not aware of the struggle with fear she has had. I encourage you to read her story.) I knew when I picked it up that there would be a few chapters that I would be able to relate to. What I was not prepared for was being able to relate to <strong><em>every single one</em></strong>. Each time I start the chapter I read the title and the subtitle, for example...Chapter 1 Sitting by the Well, fear of the "What if" and I think, "yeah, I can relate" or Chapter 5 Wind and Waves, Fear of death, "Nah, I am not afraid of dying. I know where I am going." And by the end, I am convicted of how the fears she spoke of in the chapter totally relate to me. I think there have been 2 chapters (out of 7 so far) that I feel like were not written just for me. 2 CHAPTERS!!!!!! I would say fear has had a pretty good hold on me. <br />
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However, God has used this book, along with memorizing scripture, to help me to come face to face with some of these fears and then overcome them. To be honest, this is something He has been working on for about the past year. You may remember the trip to <a href="http://www.amyforhim.blogspot.com/2013/07/are-back-from-mexico-to-say-it-was.html" target="_blank">Mexico</a> and all the "what if" scenarios and the trip to the park. And let's not forget there was a plane ride. Then Africa happened. Where I was flying over the ocean, without my kids. And then there was my 2nd trip to Africa with another plane ride and this time with my kids! Through each one of these trips God worked out some major fears. I came back from my first trip to Africa and wrote a <a href="http://www.amyforhim.blogspot.com/2013/11/what-i-would-have-missed.html" target="_blank">post</a> about what if I would have said no. And my fear changed from being afraid of what could happen to being afraid of what I would have missed. <br />
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There is a sentence in the book, "I wanted to look at the ocean like it was beautiful and not something that could swallow me up." (Probably one of my favorite sentences in the whole book.) That is me...I look at things and think "what if". What if the plane crashes? What if a tornado hits my house? What if something happens with this friendship? What if Rob dies? What if my kids get sick? And the list goes on and on. <br />
But now I can ask the question, What if I miss something incredible the Lord has for me? What if I have an incredible experience? What if I have a beautiful friendship if only for a short time? What if I get a special moment with my kids? What if...and the list goes on and on.<br />
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I have been forced to ask myself, "Where is my faith?" (Luke 8:25) Is it in my house with locked doors? Is it in the basement? Is it in other people? Is it in the borders of my country? Or is it truly in my Savior...the Sovereign God?<br />
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Let's be clear about something, I have not completely overcome these fears. Each day is a battle. Some I win (like riding the ferris wheel Thursday) some I lose (like waking up in the middle of the night and checking to make sure the doors are indeed locked.) But through the power of the Holy Spirit I can face these fears.<br />
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Today we celebrate God blessing our family with Carys Elizabeth.</div>
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To know Carys is to know innocence,</div>
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beauty,</div>
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love,</div>
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spunk,</div>
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silliness,</div>
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fun,</div>
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joy,</div>
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a true girl in every sense of the word,</div>
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and a true servant.</div>
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Our family has been so blessed by this tender-hearted, thoughtful, loving little girl. Each day with her is a joy. She brings laughter to all of us with her silly sense of humor. It is hard to believe that today she is 8. I look back at these pictures and can not believe how fast the time has gone. I pray for her future and know that God is going to use her in might ways for His glory. I don't know if I have ever met a child that loves the way she does and I know that the love she has comes straight form the Lord.</div>
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Saturday ended the "official" dance season. (We still have one competition left.) It was a long 2 days between rehearsal and recital, but so worth it. Rob said it best, "You spend all this money and time and think should we be doing this, then you see your daughter on stage..." And it all becomes worth every penny and minute! I know I am a little bias but God has truly given Carys the gift of dance! She is a beautiful dancer and absolutely adores it!</div>
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I love the friends she (and I) make during the year.</div>
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A friend from house church also dances at the studio. After she got done performing Carys met her backstage with a big hug and encouraging words.</div>
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Backstage coloring while waiting for their next dance.</div>
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"Shooting Stars" and their fabulous teacher!</div>
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Sass much!?</div>
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Carys and Allie have danced together for 4 years now. (This is them in their ballet costumes. This was an absolute beautiful dance!) They have such a great time together. Her mom has become a great friend as well!</div>
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What a GREAT year! Here's to many more!</div>
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