This is too great...

No, these pictures are not of me, or anyone I know. (Though if this is you, I'd LOVE to be your friend.) I found these pictures on a new favorite website sent to me by my sister-in-law, devoted to awkward family photos. This one became a quick favorite because of the upper right hand picture. I guess I had just never seen this effect done with a cabbage patch kid before.

My first retreat...

This Sunday I have 16 people coming out to camp for a retreat called, "Love to Tell the Story." The focus is on passing on our faith stories to the next generation, and providing ideas and tools for preserving our faith experiences and beliefs and being sure we communicate those beliefs to the next generation.

I am so proud of this retreat already. And I'm so excited for how God will show up in the stories that I will get to hear of ways he has moved in the lives of the people gathered together.

The best part is that my folks, grandma and aunt annie are all coming. Honestly, the gift of family support and unconditional love and encouragement is just overwhelming to me lately. I feel so ready and able because of my cheerleaders. Dad is going to be the morning teacher, teaching about Jesus' stories and I can't wait. He's my favorite preacher/teacher and to get to lead an event with him is just about the coolest thing I could ever dream of.

So keep us in your prayers. I'm hopeful to do more of these things in the future.

I love planning kid's events and...

...little things like this make me want to have kids just so I can start throwing sweet theme birthday parties.

4 years!

Rory and I are celebrating four adventurous, nomadic, creative years of marriage today! I think the thing that has surprised me the most about these first years of our marriage is how fun it would be each other's cheerleaders in terms of work and career. Not that I thought this would be not fun. But these first years have been filled with so much dreaming and visioning and believing in each other. I remember this from dating, but it's so great when it's your very own husband saying, "then let's do it. I'm with you."

Actually, I think those seven words sum up our marriage the best so far. We said them when we decided to rent out Minneapolis house out so we could live in Montana while I wrote my thesis and he programmed Weather Defender. We said them when we moved back to Minnesota to try out my dream of camp directing, and said them again when we hopped in the jeep for a 6600 mile road trip last fall, and again when we moved to Nebraska. Those words fit lots of lesser decisions too...like going to a late night movie last Sunday, trying to squeeze out the last moments of weekend before Monday morning.

The picture below is one of my favorites from the big day. After the reception, my head filled with a horrible cold and we had to stop at a gas station for sudafed. I just remember giggling and laughing with Rory as we wandered the aisles in our wedding attire saying things like, "I kind of want some mike and ike's." We still say those eight words a lot too.

Rory's Grandpa...

I just got the best email from my mother in law. She wrote that she was asked to write a funny story about Papa (her dad, our grandpa) to be shared at Family Night at the Care Home where he lives. She wrote out the following and it is all true.

Dad used to like to "ride the rails" or "jump trains" when he was young. He was around 18 yrs. old and very poor at the time. It was just after the depression. If his father could send him $1.00 of spending money for a semester of school that was all he would get. He was attending Bible College, but there was no money for traveling back and forth from home. He solved that problem by traveling on trains for free. He was in college in Springfield, Mo., and home was Cleveland, Ohio.

One time when it was Christmas, the highlight of the year for a Swedish family. He jumped a train, climbed on top and lashed himself onto the boxcar with his belt so he wouldn't fall off when he fell asleep overnight. He arrived safely home, but another man on top of that same boxcar froze to death during the night.

Another time he jumped into a darkened boxcar where he couldn't see into the back corner of that car. After the train started a man came at him from the dark. He was prepared to fight. He had a sock with a bar of soap in the toe of it which he swung at the other man and protected himself.

A third time he jumped into an open doored boxcar at a station. The workers came through the lot and closed all of the train's doors. He found himself locked in a refrigerated car. He says someone working the lot must have seen him go into that car and before the train pulled out he opened the door just a bit otherwise Dad would have frozen to death!!

We KNOW that the Lord had His hand on this man and kept him safe (from himself) many times. I wish you could hear him tell these stories!!