tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222277032024-03-13T17:27:04.911-05:00free to beme.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-30422518118529362202007-10-27T11:03:00.000-05:002007-10-27T11:05:37.206-05:00<a href="http://www.free2be.wordpress.com">CLICK HERE </a>FOR OUR NEW SITE.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-88532281371754345882007-10-14T16:30:00.000-05:002007-10-14T16:34:54.673-05:00It makes me CRAZY that I can't get these to post on our wordpress site. It's something with my site only...works if we try to post it on kyle's. <br />oh well, here's some pics of our bonflicker last night. So much fun. I missed photo ops of a whole group of people but they were new...and I didn't want to frighten them right from the beginning by whipping the camera out. Next time, they are fair game. ;) <br /><div><embed src="http://goodwidgets.com/widgets/slideshow.swf" name="gw32428" FlashVars="gW=32428&bC=1b3fe3&aC=d20039&v=1.2" quality="best" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="425"></embed><br/><a style="color:#d20039; text-decoration:none; font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:9px;" href="http://www.goodwidgets.com" target="_blank">Powered by GoodWidgets.com</a></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-30260515995706145942007-09-25T14:45:00.000-05:002007-09-25T14:47:29.721-05:00<a href="http://www.free2be.wordpress.com">www.free2be.wordpress.com</a><br /><br />ughhh. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get these things to show up on the wordpress site so for those of you who still check this, here's a few more photos from home. <br /><br /><div><embed src="http://goodwidgets.com/widgets/slider.swf" name="gw29350" FlashVars="gW=29350&bC=000000&aC=d20039&v=1.2" quality="best" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="201"></embed></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-3061754270409431312007-09-20T20:45:00.000-05:002007-09-20T20:56:31.793-05:00Here's the scoop. Our blog site is moving to the following address:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.free2be.wordpress.com">www.free2be.wordpress.com</a><br /><br />I have no idea what I'm doing on there yet. Kyle is out of town but hopefully he can give me some lessons when he gets back. Right now I have no idea how to post slide shows...and most of my posts are duplicated because I accidentally imported my blog twice. So be patient. The look of the site may change a lot...much like myself, it is a work in progress. ;)<br />peace!meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-78388898281880694482007-09-20T18:05:00.000-05:002007-09-20T18:16:02.754-05:00<div><embed src="http://goodwidgets.com/widgets/morph.swf" name="gw28801" FlashVars="gW=28801&bC=f2f2e8&aC=1eb6e0&v=1.2" quality="best" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="375"></embed></div><br /><br />the first few shots from WI. I have loads to upload but it takes forever--and they are on the mac, which is presently in KY, with my husband. SO, this is just the first group that has been downloaded...mom, that means you are not allowed to freak that your face isn't on here yet. It's coming. I promise. ;)meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-2217306893700449472007-09-17T16:52:00.001-05:002007-09-17T21:14:30.395-05:00Blended.<br /><br />That’s right; we are officially blended. <br /><br />So the big reception/party at the house was a hit. Dad had a huge white tent put up; we set up a volleyball net, had logs burning full force in the fire pit; and plenty of other outdoor activities for the kids or the young at heart. He also had a beer cart dropped off with two port-a-potties which I honestly believed was a joke until they were literally dropped off out back. Rhonda’s family brought their campers and crashed out at the house after all was said and done Saturday night. Loads of people came in and out-so many faces I haven’t seen in forever. <br /><br />The weather was gorgeous—it felt like a perfect fall day. <br /><br />Ever since the plane landed, everything’s felt good; celebratory; peaceful. But then yesterday, the day after the big party, I felt…I don’t know, like I was fighting constantly to hold back tears. <br /><br />I love this new extension of our family. I like that the house if full of activity & life & laughter. I like that dad is teaching little ones to hunt and fish and that he’s cheering them on from the sidelines at their games. I can deal with fake cockroaches on my pillows and in my sheets—and with new brothers who like to try and flick fly heads on me. (I have a fly head smeared on my pant leg as I type, from one battle lost). I enjoy getting to know all of Rhonda’s extended family. I genuinely love these new people who are now a part of us.<br /><br />So why the tears?<br /><br />Growing pains, maybe?<br />Probably, and I suspect I’m not the first to feel this way. <br />A couple of the kids had major meltdowns during the party—which was probably the kid version of what I’m feeling/experiencing. They physically let it all out while I struggle to find the right words to find the same sort of release. <br />Everything just feels so different and while we are in a good place, occasionally I get those sad pangs. Bedrooms that sheltered us as we grew and tested our wings, are now responsible for growing new kids up. Traditions are different. Expectations are changing. New stories are unfolding within the confines of these walls—and while I once felt like a main character, I’m now more of an observer. That feels strange. And though I would not change one thing, elements of even the best and happiest new changes tend to carry with them, a twinge of sad. <br /><br />But then we get together at the table for one of those meals where kids say the craziest things or we have a movie all cuddled up in lumps downstairs and I know the world is as it should be. Growing pains are temporary. <br />It’s good to be us, blended together. <br />Me, with my fly guts. ;)meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-16391220296663371352007-09-13T12:26:00.000-05:002007-09-13T13:18:00.589-05:00back to my roots.<br /><br />brats; cheesecurds; atv's; fleece; cabelas...<br /><br />we've been home not quite 24 hours and yet we've managed to take in all of the above. We really are our own breed of people up here and I forget sometimes how much I love the very things that most people would ridicule. I can't tell you how amazing the cool weather feels. Dad has a stock pile of wood out back to have a bonfire this weekend--and it's the perfect weather for it. <br /><br />Okay, so, we had our first family dinner last night with rhonda and her boys. They've grown up sooo much since the last time we were with them. So here's a little window into family life... <br />Dinner is delicious we're all jabbering away and then for whatever reason it becomes silent. I didn't really notice because I was focused on the food that was disappearing off the plate in front of me but then this one lonely voice breaks the silence with this question.<br /><br />"Mom?" <br />"What does, <br />bastard, <br />mean???"<br /><br />SILENCE. <br /><em>I thought I would die.</em><br /><br />I looked up at Rhonda. <br />Then over to Conner-who was waiting expectantly for an answer to his big question.<br />Then I glanced sideways at Kyle, which was a big mistake, because he was shoveling a forkful of food into his mouth to prevent a total outburst--which nearly got me started. <br />Then there was Dad, at the other end of the table, who had amusement written all over his face--but who's mind was obviously already reeling with the best way to answer the question.<br /><br />The next 5 minute discussion that ensued was everything one ever wanted or needed to know about the word bastard; dad even grabbed Websters to provide a completely ridiculous definition that no 10 year old would ever understand. Rhonda answered everything perfectly--and of course got to the root of where this word was introduced to her son. I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW HILARIOUS THE WHOLE CONVERSATION WAS. Once the boys got up from the table we could not control ourselves. And again, as we crawled into bed last night we laid there and laughed some more. <br /><br />It was a little bit of insight into family life. <br />Sometimes I forget that this is what dad is about to do all over again but last night was a perfect reminder. And the thing is, they are so ready. Bring it on!<br /><br />I called Camp Ruff-n-more to check on Stinky today. (My disclaimer: I normally do not do this but because he's been sick-o I thought I should check on him). I talked to Cory and he said that Oliver was doing well. I asked if he was playing nice with others. Cory laughed and said," yeah, he's completely fine and social." "In fact", he said, "he's been entertaining us because he keeps mounting the other dogs." <br /><br />WHAT???<br />I was completely mortified and felt like I should apologize but I have no idea where that comes from. I've seen him try this with my niece--sorry Riley--but as a general rule this is not something we have problems with. It definitely isn't learned behavior. <br />ha ha. <br /><br />So there you have it. <br />We're having a good time; Oliver's getting cheap thrills at camp. We're having conversations about bastards while Stinky is putting the definition to the test. <br />can't wait to see what day number 2 brings!meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-44833624723381938692007-09-07T11:48:00.000-05:002007-09-07T19:51:12.231-05:00I've been trying to stay one step ahead of myself all week. But not today. Today, it all caught up with me. Good stress...bad stress...it doesn't seem to matter. <br /><br />Our chaplain asked me to pray with him this morning and as soon as I quieted myself, everything got blurry. Everything I've tried to swallow down this week rose up despite my best efforts. <br /><br />I got that job offer...actually, the position has been tweaked a little. I told them I would let them know on Monday what my decision will be. So I have 3 days. Do I go? Do I stay? <br />How do I leave? <br />it's not the end of the world. it's a job for goodness sake. <br />do I take a more "family friendly" job before we even have the family?!? <br /><br />Next week, we go home. <br />I realize on a blog where family check in, it's best to hit the highlights and keep it at that. But, the truth is, there is apprehension in the mix of my emotions. Sometimes it's just hard, plain and simple. Not a criticism. <br />just life.<br /><br />BUT, enough of that. <br />What's WI, without a par-tay? My cousin Tony is getting married tomorrow!!! We hate to miss that big bash but we know it will be loads of fun and with my mom in attendance, I'm confident there will be stories. Anyone catch that killer football game last night??? Go colts! (jim, we hope you're recovering...) Can't wait to see the Meltons; 'Conversations' at church this week was real and unfiltered--so exactly what we've craved; and so far--my call night has been blissfully quiet and lovely. ;)<br /><br />a bit of happy from our week. <br />(these pictures never quite turn out the way you hope they will. haha.)<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RuHw5QyNp2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/ErMeoQZIbDg/s1600-h/IMG_1891+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RuHw5QyNp2I/AAAAAAAAA-A/ErMeoQZIbDg/s320/IMG_1891+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107628318963640162" /></a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-42458954796620217942007-09-02T14:27:00.000-05:002007-09-02T14:59:01.396-05:00I lied. <br /><br />I promised no more possible house pics until it was official. The great and glorious thing about blogs?!? You don't have to read this.<br /><br />So after a long, long day of house hunting it boils down to two. Both homes are asking about the same price. The home in Unicoi county is a bit more off the beaten trail but it's completely ready to be moved into. I wouldn't have any desire to change anything. Kyle's not crazy about the county it's located in but the street is wooded and beautiful and taxes are cheap!! The johnson city home, is in a better location for work and church, etc. but it will need some work--nothing that absolutely has to happen right away but eventually. (pink countertops; a strange ceiling above the hot tub which ought to be open; funky carpet, etc.) Thoughts, concerns, objections?? Pass them on...we need help. <br /><br />The Unicoi home...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsQbAyNpmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kWKil8MGmNk/s1600-h/unicoi+home+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsQbAyNpmI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kWKil8MGmNk/s320/unicoi+home+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105692658807711330" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsQpAyNpnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/OCpGxtbyie0/s1600-h/unicoi+home2+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsQpAyNpnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/OCpGxtbyie0/s320/unicoi+home2+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105692899325879922" /></a><br /><br />living room--opens into dining room<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsQ0wyNpoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/JOXqYC0y5A0/s1600-h/unicoi+living+room+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsQ0wyNpoI/AAAAAAAAA7g/JOXqYC0y5A0/s320/unicoi+living+room+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105693101189342850" /></a><br /><br />kitchen <br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRBgyNppI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dB7Z1-sxqEk/s1600-h/unicoi+kitchen+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRBgyNppI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dB7Z1-sxqEk/s320/unicoi+kitchen+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105693320232674962" /></a><br /><br />master bath on main level<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRMgyNpqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pd6N20W10UM/s1600-h/unicoi+master+bath+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRMgyNpqI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pd6N20W10UM/s320/unicoi+master+bath+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105693509211236002" /></a><br /><br />entryway off of the garage<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRYgyNprI/AAAAAAAAA74/Lq_iP3Paj5A/s1600-h/unicoi+entry+off+garage+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRYgyNprI/AAAAAAAAA74/Lq_iP3Paj5A/s320/unicoi+entry+off+garage+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105693715369666226" /></a><br /><br />spare room above the garage. likely an office or playroom.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRqwyNpsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_Y8Fr57Ylj0/s1600-h/unicoi+spare+room+above+garage+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsRqwyNpsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_Y8Fr57Ylj0/s320/unicoi+spare+room+above+garage+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105694028902278850" /></a><br /><br />A new Johnson City home we found yesterday. <br />Kyle's favorite...meg's number 2 <br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsR8QyNptI/AAAAAAAAA8I/yjfukGBAhYs/s1600-h/johnson+city+fav+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsR8QyNptI/AAAAAAAAA8I/yjfukGBAhYs/s320/johnson+city+fav+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105694329549989586" /></a><br /><br /> the dining room<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSGwyNpuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tWVH3nN-T_g/s1600-h/jc+dining+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSGwyNpuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tWVH3nN-T_g/s320/jc+dining+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105694509938616034" /></a><br /><br />what you see as you come in the front door<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSTgyNpvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/chpOxalYMbQ/s1600-h/jc+entry+way+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSTgyNpvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/chpOxalYMbQ/s320/jc+entry+way+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105694728981948146" /></a><br /><br />kitchen <br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsScwyNpwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/4jnB-Z8XVfg/s1600-h/jc+kitchen+with+pink+countertops+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsScwyNpwI/AAAAAAAAA8g/4jnB-Z8XVfg/s320/jc+kitchen+with+pink+countertops+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105694887895738114" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSlQyNpxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/2La2S9mVlG0/s1600-h/jc+living+room+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSlQyNpxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/2La2S9mVlG0/s320/jc+living+room+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105695033924626194" /></a><br /><br />master bedroom<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSyAyNpyI/AAAAAAAAA8w/S9mVFudbNO8/s1600-h/jc+master+bed2+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsSyAyNpyI/AAAAAAAAA8w/S9mVFudbNO8/s320/jc+master+bed2+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105695252967958306" /></a><br /><br />master bath<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsS7gyNpzI/AAAAAAAAA84/tO47o1swHh4/s1600-h/jc+master+bath+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsS7gyNpzI/AAAAAAAAA84/tO47o1swHh4/s320/jc+master+bath+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105695416176715570" /></a><br /><br />hot tub (can't figure out why this wasn't left open on the deck. strange.)<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsTHgyNp0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/sWOuZg9qSvA/s1600-h/jc+hot+tub+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsTHgyNp0I/AAAAAAAAA9A/sWOuZg9qSvA/s320/jc+hot+tub+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105695622335145794" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsTPgyNp1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/er8hkvbUjP8/s1600-h/jc+garage+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtsTPgyNp1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/er8hkvbUjP8/s320/jc+garage+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105695759774099282" /></a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-6482282573586052892007-08-31T15:21:00.000-05:002007-08-31T20:55:05.736-05:00Last Sunday night, we were asked, "what do you dream of when you dream about the church?" <br /><br />No more complaining...or comparing battle wounds. No more hands clutched protectively over our hearts. No more lugging baggage around from church to church. What would we look like if we decided to stop taking inventory of our wounds and chose, instead, to be that difference? To love people the way you needed to be loved? To listen to someone's story the way you wish people would have heard your own? <br /> <br />We are people who are gifted differently. We are people who abide in Christ in many different ways--beautiful ways, hand crafted and individualized by the very One who gave us breath. Some of us praise Him with clay or canvas; some people sing and lift their hands; others worship Him in writing and word. Some people feel closest to God under a canopy of trees or on top of a mountain. Other's could spend hours alone-just Him and them; or seek out people/community to talk and pray and dream with. <br /><br />So what is my dream for church?<br />I dream of sharing life with every kind of person--motivated not by an agenda, or a need to promote our church, or a desire to "fix" someone but motivated out of love. Love that changed my life and makes me want to seek Him & find Him in all of His people. That means peeling labels off; putting myself in places that I might not ordinarily frequent; rolling up my sleeves and meeting physical needs of people; having friends from all parts of the world. It means taking an initiative to listen to someone's story. It also means not forcing conversations about God. Talking about Him is good, necessary and powerful when it's genuine and authentic--when it truly overflows out of deep love & gratitude for Him. It is not helpful when my purpose for mentioning Him is rooted in a deficiency; a desire to give myself a self righteous pat on the back. People can tell where your heart is when you haven't even looked into their eyes and you're already 'preaching'. It turns people off--it becomes some of their baggage that they lug around. <br /><br />Is it too much to believe the church can be all of these things? Services that utilize music and messages; art and dance; a quiet room to escape or a room full of people? Services lived out on the streets with people who would never dream of walking into a formal church service? Can I invite the man who lives on the street; or the person who might be in the throws of addictions? My neighbor who's a single mom? Can I love those whose sexual orientation is different than mine? Will they, too, feel that they have a place--not just within the walls of a building, but a true genuine community; will they understand just a fraction of God's deep and amazing love for them by the shred of love in us?<br /><br />I've struggled at how to write about what's happening on Sunday nights. A conversation is taking form that is bigger than the small handful of us that gather together. But these are the things of which we dream. It's not about us--which might be part of the trouble I have when I sit down to write. I'm afraid I'll pollute the things we've talked about. <br />But I dream, because I too have a story-and I'd be nothing if not for the mercy and grace of Jesus. We want to truly love people the way He would have us love them. We desire to walk with people who might never darken the doorway of a church because we get it; we relate.<br /><br /><br />"judas betrayed you for thirty pieces of silver.<br />forgive me for all the times i've done it<br />for free.<br /><br />yet you've chosen to call me friend.<br />help me to live like it.<br />i'm both captured and set free by<br />the mystery of your love." -<em>Story</em>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-33885149462974147532007-08-27T20:39:00.001-05:002007-08-27T20:56:26.648-05:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtOAPwyNpfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/DeuIoIMBJ5s/s1600-h/sweet+husband-bw-new+crop+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtOAPwyNpfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/DeuIoIMBJ5s/s320/sweet+husband-bw-new+crop+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103563811022808562" /></a><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUSBAND!!!! <br /><br />yep...that's right, today's the big day! Kyle turned the big 3.2. ;) Sadly no wild, crazy birthday adventures (well, maybe just one) but we did enjoy a fabulous dinner with some of our TN family. Kyle could seriously spend every day out on the slopes in the winter so, to celebrate him and all that his 31st year brought with it, he's going to get some skies--finally! Long overdue!! Thanks to all of the family who have contributed to the fund. ;) Chris and Lara, get ready for us...Boulder here we come! <br /><br />AND HAPPY ANNIVERSARY JACLYN AND JOSHUA!!<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtOApQyNpgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zdd0rT80XYA/s1600-h/jewish+ceremony+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtOApQyNpgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zdd0rT80XYA/s320/jewish+ceremony+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103564249109472770" /></a><br /><br />Jacs, we will always think of you as we celebrate. I can't believe a whole year has already passed! We love you and Joshua...and we love the two of you together. So cheers! Hope it was a great day.<br /><br />So much other stuff I could write about but for tonight I have to cut it short. More soon.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-21726767388806136682007-08-25T20:17:00.000-05:002007-08-26T15:48:20.916-05:00Blowing Rock, NC<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDZ3AyNpcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ap1iQwF3Kfc/s1600-h/blowing+rock2+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDZ3AyNpcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ap1iQwF3Kfc/s320/blowing+rock2+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102817916937414082" /></a><br /><br />we. are. exhausted.<br /><br />So here's the new thing (well, new for us anyway) when you get ready to put your home on the market: you have a stager that comes over and does a walk through. Then she gives you homework; which turns into a fabulous reason to purchase the non-essential but asthetically pleasing things you've never allowed yourself to get. More pillows for the bed? a plant here? mmmm, what's that? a new lamp shade? ;) $200.00 dollars later, I confess feeling a bit smug thinking that the house has never looked so well put together. Best part? Not feeling guilty about the receipts-afterall, it was homework. ;)<br /> <br />Kyle and I got our to do list on Tuesday knowing full well that she'd be coming back today. So after 4 full days of procrastination today was our day to start cleaning as the sun came up. We spackled and painted; dusted and mopped; mulched and planted; & boxed up all the bizarre things that closets & drawers accumulate. We worked all freaking day--with the exception of an hour or so when we ran over to the tree streets garage sale to eat a little bbq and see some friends. <br /><br />Then, this evening she came back. After killing ourselves all day, I thought we were finished rearranging but nooo...we pushed and pulled furniture for another couple hours. And now, I have another list. cha ching...<br />but our house is rockin if I do say so myself. It hurt me a little to box up all of our "personal" photos and I felt a bit protective as she eyed our orphan photos on the walls but hey, they'll make their debut again soon. <br />so tell your neighbors and your friends!! This baby hits the market this week! We have no idea where we're going...look out, we may be sleeping on a street corner near you!<br /><br />Yesterday, when we ought to have been getting a jump start on cleaning, Kyle and I escaped and went to Blowing Rock. I love it there. We walked up and down the streets, did some window shopping and made two tiny purchases. We had a tasty dinner and enjoyed a little blue grass music on the streets afterwards. good stuff. It's kyle's birthday on Monday--and this month marks one full year that the business has been up and running so it was nice to get away for an afternoon to celebrate!! <br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDZmgyNpbI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/V8wRjKx1Ykg/s1600-h/kyle+and+megan2+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDZmgyNpbI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/V8wRjKx1Ykg/s320/kyle+and+megan2+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102817633469572530" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDaTQyNpdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Fkm2wzNaQJ8/s1600-h/blowing+rock+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDaTQyNpdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Fkm2wzNaQJ8/s320/blowing+rock+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102818402268718546" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDacgyNpeI/AAAAAAAAA3o/eHpOptNC7Wo/s1600-h/blowing+rock+swing+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RtDacgyNpeI/AAAAAAAAA3o/eHpOptNC7Wo/s320/blowing+rock+swing+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102818561182508514" /></a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-18970681223651559642007-08-22T20:49:00.000-05:002007-08-22T23:04:03.588-05:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rs0EQgyNpUI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ghqM9cMwtyc/s1600-h/homeless+(Small).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rs0EQgyNpUI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ghqM9cMwtyc/s320/homeless+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101738634605602114" /></a><br />"I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. <br />After that I liked jazz music.<br />Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way. <br />I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before any of this happened." David Miller, Blue like Jazz<br /><br />I remember the first time I went to see a broadway play. In was Christmastime in Chicago. The streets were blanketed with snow and Christmas lights winked at us as far as our eyes could see. I was probably about 10 years old and although I understood very little about the play we were about to see, it was mesmerizing in every way. <br />When it was over, I remember walking out of the theater, bundled up in my coat. A solo saxophone player stood at the street corner with his hat on the ground. He was playing Christmas carrols, seemingly oblivious to the cold. A few people stood in a street corner and listened. As he played, taxi's raced by, people scurried here and there and big, heavy snowflakes danced from the sky. <br /><br />I remember, even then, that there were other people on the streets that night. Figures in the periphery; faces I could never have identified in a line up because I intentionally stared at the ground. I took quick peeks at them every now and then to satisfy my curiousity, but there was 'us', and then there was 'them'. I was buffered in my warm coat and I had just enjoyed a play I would never forget. While most of us walked purposefully to a destination--in our case, a warm hotel room, these statues in our periphery, stood in one place; hands out-stretched. <br /><br /><em>"Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way."</em><br /><br />That night in Chicago, I was exposed to an art of music and dance that over time, would weave it's way into my being. I learned that some people cry at broadway plays, and some people listen with their eyes closed; their love of music pulsing through their very souls. That night I watched a man lose himself in the notes he played from his solo performance on a busy street corner. <br />His song gives melody to the memory of that night.<br /><br />Have you ever watched someone love with that same kind of abandon? Those who stop to connect with the people who rest in the street shadows, palms outstretched? Not superficial love-the kind that puts quarters into upturned hands while rushing by, but real love. The kind that sees and acts. listens and sacrifices. <br />There's a difference. <br />Every now and then I get a glimpse of love like that and it stops me in my tracks. <br /><br />I, too, used to think God didn't resolve. Actually, I still have my days. But I listened once as a man came into my classroom and told his story about life on the streets. He had wisdom in those eyes that no one used to see. He was accustomed to being the blur in the periphery of passerby's and he felt dead inside. But someone loved him differently. One day someone stopped and listened and took his hand. It changed his story and led to the greatest love story ever. <br />Redemptive love.<br /><br />If I could open up the pages of the Bible and lose myself in the chapters, we'd see love like that. Over and over again. Love that makes you want to close your eyes and breathe it in. Love that lives in us and through us. <br />We're called to love like that.<br /><br />"Someone pointed out to me<br />that a pebble and a diamond <br />are alike to the blind man.<br /><br />maybe I've been fingering <br />diamonds all this time,<br />without ever realizing it.<br />-steven james, <em>Story</em>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-77689915239244779522007-08-20T20:30:00.000-05:002007-08-20T21:44:22.554-05:00a few things to be grateful for- <br /><br />1. In a few short weeks Kyle and I are heading north for WI. Once there, we will get to spend time with my family. All of them. This never happens anymore--in fact, we do well to see each other once a year and now that we're all scattered all over the country, we are NEVER all in the same place. But for a few days, it will be a big reunion. <br /><br />2. My dad's getting married! I can't believe I haven't mentioned this before because this is huge for him and for our new--expanding family. I will be gaining 3 little brothers!! :) After all of the heartache and turmoil that my dad has been through over the past two years it does my heart good to know that he's so happy. <br /><br />3. My girl Marcia, along with Greg and Ava, will be coming to WI the weekend we are there. It's never the same going 'home' without her so this will be one of the biggest highlights of our trip home. <br /><br />4. Kyle's having a birthday! The best reason ever to go somewhere and lock ourselves away from the rest of the world for a day or two. We need a mini va-ca. <br /><br />5. There are things happening at church that have me so excited I can hardly stand it. More on this will come soon--but I just feel really blessed to be in this place at this time. <br /><br />6. Friends. We've spent time lately with people we admire and love more than words. Some people we continue to get to know on deeper, more vulnerable levels. Other friends, seem to know us better than we know ourselves and they are safe, beautiful ramparts to our souls. <br /><br />a few things to ponder-<br /><br />1. let's just say I might have a new job opportunity. I'm not exactly sure what to do with this. Everyone that knows me, knows hospice is my heart. But at the same time, the thought of regular hours, no call, a three day weekend every week is more than a little appealing. but what's my motivation? would the perks be worth it? <br /><br />2. a stager is coming to our home tomorrow night to walk through it and give us suggestions before it goes on the market. We have been through half a dozen more homes. I'm particularly crazy about one of them but the verdict is still out with husband. :) We will make the big reveal when it's official. <br /><br />3. family. I feel like I have a block when it comes to this topic...it's just hard to write about...and it's so personal that I don't always feel like I can just put it all out there. It's just this lingering presence. I know all the 'godly' things I'm supposed to think and feel about where we're at and when the time is right for babies but there's dissonance between how I'm truly feeling and how I think I'm supposed to feel. I know, I know. Pray about it, right? i think i'm just tired. With international adoption always tucked away in our hearts, I wonder how long we wait before we get serious about filling all the paperwork out, hiring the social worker, and sending the money in. No real answers, and that's okay; just one day at a time. <br />I'm working on the whole patience thing. ;)meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-78608495597952202542007-08-15T13:51:00.000-05:002007-08-15T18:46:30.943-05:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RsNcmJnt_YI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6CmfxasX2ss/s1600-h/prison+(Small).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RsNcmJnt_YI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6CmfxasX2ss/s320/prison+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099021013600828802" /></a><br /><br />oh my. where to begin...<br /><br />a little debriefing inside my head. <br /><br />We have a patient who is sustained by a ventilator. I wrote about him before. It was understood at the time of admission that when his disease progressed to a place where he could no longer communicate by blinking his eyes, the ventilator would be turned off...his wishes, of course. Never before have we had a patient who is perfectly coherent but ventilator dependent so this is all new territory for me and for our team as I know it. I really, really like this man and it's been a little much to try and process. This week however, it's become real--decisions are being made and this is no longer abstract thoughts we can push away for some distant time. And unfortunately, it's not some lifeless body we're talking about. There's a man in there who is funny and intelligent and strong.<br /><br />He's tired. He blinks to tell us he wishes to die; not when he can no longer communicate, like he initially had said, but now. What does that mean? That means his team of health care providers are ethically responsible to carry his wishes out.<br /><br />I haven't really allowed myself to think about this too much because even as I type I feel this gigantic knot in my throat. I can't imagine. It's all so huge and foreign. To stand there and watch his loved ones say goodbye. I can't fathom that kind of grief. It seems the weight of the air in the room would make it impossible to stand or breathe. And what about him? It takes such courage to stay alive-trapped within the most oppressive prison. But wont it take even more courage to die? To tell us for that last and final time that it's okay...that it's time to turn the machine off?<br /><br />In living rooms and bedrooms all over the tri-cities, people are saying goodbye. But this is not the same. There's nothing about this that is familiar. <br /> <br />To be clear for those of you who are not in the medical field. This is NOT physician assisted suicide. This is a man who would be dead if not for the artificial lungs that mechanically force breath in and out. Just like you and I must decide if we should want life support to sustain us, he made his decision. Initially he chose the ventilator and it has given him more time to be with his family. Now he is competently making a decision as to whether or not the time is right to let his body do what it tried to do a year ago. <br /><br />I feel like there are so many dimensions to all of this. I could write volumes but this is about all I can stand to think about for today. <br /><br />So...not the brightest most pleasant blog in the world but it's the most prevalent thing on my heart today. I'll write more soon--<br />and I promise to keep it light. :)meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-52662782347701489922007-08-13T18:59:00.000-05:002007-08-13T19:08:15.018-05:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RsDwgZnt_WI/AAAAAAAAAy0/t-FRTxXXoxI/s1600-h/marcia,jacs,+and+ava.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RsDwgZnt_WI/AAAAAAAAAy0/t-FRTxXXoxI/s320/marcia,jacs,+and+ava.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098339217607359842" /></a><br /><br />Here's my beautiful friends Jaclyn, Marcia, and sweet little Ava. <br />(sorry marcia for stealing it straight from your blog! I just loved it that much!)<br /><br />Marcia just officially got her new business, brightspot photography up and rolling. So, here's to you, Marcia! We are so proud of you for following your heart. If you want to take a peek at her blog/website (<a href="http://www.brightspotphotography.com">brightspot photography</a>) please do! You'll have to check out the galleries. SOOOO talented! I'm lucky that I know so many uber talented photograhers out there! yeah...you know who you are!<br /><br />I will try to write more in a few days. I've sort of been at a loss the past couple weeks. Kyle's parents are in town right now so we've been running here and there and everywhere. We constantly have full bellies and the home improvement projects that we always think about doing always amazingly get done when they get into town. <br /><br />more soon!meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-8979404415161497342007-08-08T16:47:00.000-05:002007-08-08T17:23:14.392-05:00(this is for you Becca) ;)<br />I've been Tagged...<br /><br /><br />The Rules:<br />1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.<br />2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.<br />3. People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (if you don't have a blog, email me)<br />4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.<br />5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read their blog.<br /><br />8 random things:<br /><br /><br />8. I have a grandma named Olga <br />(who just so happens to be the cutest little german lady that has ever lived.)<br /><br />7. I secretly want to be on Broadway and I practice when I'm home alone.<br /><br />6. I watched the entire 6 seasons of Sex and the City during the 6 weeks after surgery last year. <br /><br />5. I dream of adopting at least one child from Africa.<br /><br />4. I like beer.<br /><br />3. My favorite movie ever is pride and prejudice. (the new version)<br /><br />2. If I could have any super power, I would fly. <br /><br />1. I see dead people. ;)<br /><br />okay...<a href="http://www.meltongrace.blogspot.com">Marcia</a>, <a href="http://www.sidestreet-allison.blogspot.com">Allison</a>, Jacs, Lara, Morgan (miss you!), Chris, <a href="http://www.litschers.com">Ken</a>, <a href="http://www.digital-fridge.net">husband</a>...you've officially been tagged. (<a href="http://andersonsluke.wordpress.com">Luke</a>, <a href="http://peoplelaunching.com">John</a>, & <a href="http://theviewfrommarrs.wordpress.com">Tony</a>-I'm counting on the fact that you've each already participated!)meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-2039447051796668532007-08-05T18:20:00.000-05:002007-08-05T19:40:33.333-05:00Happiest Sunday.<br /><br />I'm not sure what the weather's been like for all of you who are scattered across the globe but here in our little corner, it's been super hot all week and the humidity envelopes you the second you step outside. I get sticky standing perfectly still. yuck. This is always a little shocking to my senses because you would swear it's frigid outside with how cold Kyle likes to keep the house (a whopping 68 degrees at bedtime). I sleep in pants, socks, a shirt--occasionally my robe, covered with a fluffy blanket and a down comforter while Kyle kicks it in...well, not so much, with the fans blowing overhead. <br />Ah, married life. :)<br /><br /><br />Best thing about my day today? <br />Sitting at a cabin by the lake, talking about everything and nothing. After church we all migrated over to this little oasis on the water. One of our friends from church was baptized and then people hit the lake to tube, swim, or just kick it on the dock. While Kyle-and many others-were flying all over the lake on the jet ski and people were tubing and laughing out on the water, I so completely needed time to just be. Most days I'd be out there too, loving every minute of the waves and the sun and the water. But today, I loved sitting and talking and it was nice to listen to the laughter all around us. Thanks Becca for hanging out-I didn't realize how much I was craving that. <br /><br />I miss my girls from home so often. I miss those nights at college where I would stay up forever-laughing and talking with my girl allison, even though we'd lived all of our stories together all day long. Today, was a little more of that and it was lovely. ;) Happiest, most peaceful Sunday of the summer so far. <br /><br />So, here's to another week: More sunshine and evening thunderstorms; more sweltering heat and wearing parkas to bed; here's to that peaceful pause at the end of every day and to the people we're meant to share them with.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-16658994970741107342007-07-31T19:10:00.000-05:002007-07-31T20:49:01.040-05:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rq_gmZnt_RI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7K83ebkvTMY/s1600-h/time+is+precious+(Small).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rq_gmZnt_RI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7K83ebkvTMY/s320/time+is+precious+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093536653896449298" /></a><br />oh, in the beginning, when you were alone,<br />did you dream of someone like me?<br />in the beginning, from soil and stone,<br />when you breathed out a world to be...<br /><br /> did you dream a great dream,<br /> did it glisten and gleam,<br /> for all of the angels to see?<br /><br />in the beginning, in the depths of your heart,<br />were you thinking, already,<br />of me?<br /><br />-Steven James<br /><br />It's been one of those weeks already. The kind where I wish I could crawl on his lap; hear his laughter; place my head on his chest to feel the beating of his heart. I hunger for tangible love: eyes that smile and hands that move. <br /><br />We started a conversation in church on Sunday. We talked about a God who welcomes the vagabond home and how he covers us with His grace and hungers for our real, imperfect hearts. Near the end of church, one brave young woman shared pieces of her heart. Her voice became broken and her head fell into her hands. She couldn't see how beautiful she was in those moments with her heart so exposed and vulnerable. I don't even know if she noticed how her vulnerablity gave others in the room, permission to do the same. <br /><br />Christ with skin on...that's what we crave some times. A young voice in the back of the room; a beating heart; hands that move. <br /><br />Vagabonds and prodigals; imperfect hearts. <br /><br />And yet, He dreams of me.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-36838520215635125322007-07-30T15:55:00.000-05:002007-07-30T16:03:53.246-05:00Few in number, but mighty in strength! :) Some of our kids from church did a service project at Appalachian Christian Camp. They did a great job; such a big hearts! <br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rq5RmJnt_PI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NKzu2yFNHKQ/s1600-h/group+(Medium).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rq5RmJnt_PI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NKzu2yFNHKQ/s320/group+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093097944461999346" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rq5R8Znt_QI/AAAAAAAAAxk/fLuVR3zIqEw/s1600-h/IMG_1596+(Medium).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rq5R8Znt_QI/AAAAAAAAAxk/fLuVR3zIqEw/s320/IMG_1596+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093098326714088706" /></a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-53144048059195476532007-07-29T17:31:00.000-05:002007-07-31T16:44:52.503-05:00Recently, I met a middle aged man who was diagnosed with <a href="http://www.alsa.org/als/what.cfm?CFID=4400078&CFTOKEN=60194928">ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) </a>5 years ago. He is dependent on a ventilator because he lost his ability to swallow and protect his airway a long time ago. Today, the only muscles he has any control of is the ability to move his eyes and blink but even that is becoming difficult. One of the most devastating things about ALS is that while the muscles of the body atrophy, the mind stays fully intact. <br /><br />The day I met him I was a nervous wreck. I know little about ventilators and because of that, I get a bit freaked out by them. Most of our patients are able to communicate with us and those who are unable, typically have some sort of dementia. It feels awkward to talk ‘to’ someone instead of ‘with’ someone. You become acutely aware of your tone…of the pauses…of how ridiculous certain things sound when you’re using words as fillers instead of as a genuine means to connect; which is a lesson in and of itself. <br /><br />When I walked into his room, I found him sitting up in his wheel chair. There was high tech equipment all over the place-including the very chair he was sitting in so the intimidation factor grew exponentially in those first few minutes. I walked over to him and introduced myself. His wife and a caregiver watched us from the couch. My hands were shaking-I hoped I was the only one who noticed but even if he did, he smiled…his eyes squinted up just a little and the corners of his mouth followed suit. I laughed and said “I’m just going to be honest here…you can probably teach me waaaaay more then I could ever teach you.” And there is was again…a tiny hint of a smile. Yeah, he noticed; he was on to me from the second I walked through the door. ;)<br /><br />I watched as his wife picked up the communication board. She stood in front of him, pointing at letters, her fingers flying across the board. He communicates by blinking to spell out words. (you have to observe him closely to actually see the ‘blink’ because it’s more like a tiny squint that is sometimes hard to catch.) It was amazing. <br /><br />Still trying to overcome my bundle of nerves, I asked for the board and had her give me a quick lesson. Then I turned to him and said “alright, consider yourself challenged…give me a word, any word!", and we began to converse. <br /><br />It was the most exhilarating thing in the world-which I know sounds crazy but it was incredible. He spelled out c-i-g-a-r, which I thought was funny. Next thing I knew we were placing a cigar soaked in scotch into the side of his mouth. He can’t suck on it but he loves it. ALS has got nothing on this guy. <br /><br />Before I left, with the cigar dangling out of the corner of his cheek, he spelled out “come again tomorrow and we can party”. <br /><br />And there you have it, I have the greatest job in the world. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.askaboutaimee.com/id9.html">Aimee's Story</a><br />More <a href="http://www.alsa.org/community/stories.cfm">Stories of Courage</a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-31915072795745162952007-07-25T16:19:00.000-05:002007-07-25T17:55:58.218-05:00One day recently I found myself watching Oprah when Fastasia was a guest. I absolutely love this girl and at the end of the show she sang "I'm here" from the Color Purple. I read the book, I saw the movie...and it resonated in so many ways but nothing compared to how I felt when I watched this performance. There I sat, all alone on my couch, glued to the TV, and as she got to those last few lines of the song, there I was, crying right along with her. I wonder if it's the same in living rooms all around the country...or if there's something wrong with me? ;) Anyway, I loved it so much that I went straight from the couch to my computer, to do a search about taking a trip to New York while she's still performing. <br /><br />My good friend Luke, who also wants to be a black, soul singing, hip shakin powerhouse, listened graciously as I shared my cathartic Oprah experience. He ever so kindly put her performance on his blog so that I could get a little fix every now and then. (you're the best, Luka!) He was over last night doing laundry and we watched her -- while I cried, yet again. :) Admit it Luke, you were holding back tears--I could see it!! And while I completely love the rendition he has posted, I found my Oprah moment today and decided to share it too. If you get a chance to hop over to <a href="http://andersonsluke.wordpress.com/">his blog </a>click on a tab at the top that has something about performances on it...that will take you to many more listening treasures. <br /><br />I'm serious about the trip. I think I might do whatever is necessary to get there. Kyle's in, even though I don't think he's quite as desperate to see the Color Purple on Broadway as I am. He's always a good sport! Marcia? Jacs? Luke? Any other broadway lovers? Allison, this obviously excludes you since you fast forward through the songs of every musical we've ever watched together. ;)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzC7NqF71nA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzC7NqF71nA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-17731167748523837492007-07-17T18:22:00.001-05:002007-07-17T18:30:00.764-05:00I stole this from Kyle because I love it so much. He did a video for Tina Wilson who is an AMAZING photographer in this area (second only to Rebecca Marr!!) It makes me happy; thought some of you peeps who are far away might enjoy a peek at his work. make sure the speakers are on! hope all is well!! <br /><br /><embed src="http://JETPAC.tv/services/embed/MjcxOA%3D%3D/player.swf" width="320" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage=" http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" /><param name="movie" value=" http://JETPAC.tv/services/embed/MjcxOA%3D%3D/player.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"></embed>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-70704430546541596812007-07-15T17:38:00.001-05:002007-07-15T19:21:02.350-05:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqjR_oqXWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EMA3o672l3E/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1155+(Small).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqjR_oqXWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EMA3o672l3E/s320/Copy+of+IMG_1155+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087558258603482466" /></a><br /><br /><br />Redeemer Olympics!!<br /><br />Yes, that's right. Today after church we went to the Fooshee's for a little friendly competition. We divided up into teams of 5-6 and spent the afternoon doing three legged races, sack races, balloon tosses and much, much more. It was a really fun afternoon in spite of the sweltering heat. I thought I would post a few pics and I'll try to add a link to the right if anyone who was there wants to see. <br /><br />We redefine carb loading. The athletes load up before the big games. mmmmm. mmmmm. good. <br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqigvoqXUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7-ZulTVRSro/s1600-h/IMG_1144+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqigvoqXUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7-ZulTVRSro/s320/IMG_1144+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087557412494925122" /></a><br /><br />Our fearless leaders!! (1/2 of our team)<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqjhvoqXXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Z_dQUPOTAQk/s1600-h/IMG_1212+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqjhvoqXXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Z_dQUPOTAQk/s320/IMG_1212+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087558529186422130" /></a><br /><br /><br />the balloon toss<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpqj_voqXYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SpPROcQQ3ZU/s1600-h/IMG_1175+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpqj_voqXYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SpPROcQQ3ZU/s320/IMG_1175+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087559044582497666" /></a><br /><br />our cheerleading section<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqkN_oqXZI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/B20sRWywlh4/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1159+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqkN_oqXZI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/B20sRWywlh4/s320/Copy+of+IMG_1159+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087559289395633554" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpq5VfoqXgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C7GnSqnjOmA/s1600-h/IMG_1211+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpq5VfoqXgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C7GnSqnjOmA/s320/IMG_1211+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087582507988835842" /></a><br /><br />carry your baby...our team gets a point for having the biggest baby! We'll take whatever points we can get!<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqkfPoqXaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TdbfOVe2_mY/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1189+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqkfPoqXaI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TdbfOVe2_mY/s320/Copy+of+IMG_1189+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087559585748376994" /></a><br /><br />the thrill of victory<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqkvvoqXbI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YJTAyEKY_Ww/s1600-h/IMG_1201+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqkvvoqXbI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YJTAyEKY_Ww/s320/IMG_1201+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087559869216218546" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpq5xvoqXhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SFw2mgtWRNs/s1600-h/IMG_1206+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpq5xvoqXhI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SFw2mgtWRNs/s320/IMG_1206+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087582993320140306" /></a><br /><br /><br />Jim, still celebrating after everyone's moved on...<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqlavoqXcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TQBO4jqLALU/s1600-h/IMG_1204+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqlavoqXcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TQBO4jqLALU/s320/IMG_1204+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087560607950593474" /></a><br /><br />10 minutes later--arms up--stiiiilll celebrating! ;)<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpql3foqXdI/AAAAAAAAAww/oZ_9uGTg7Xg/s1600-h/IMG_1208+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/Rpql3foqXdI/AAAAAAAAAww/oZ_9uGTg7Xg/s320/IMG_1208+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087561101871832530" /></a><br /><br />my favorite pic of the day. <br />sooo funny. <br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqmLPoqXeI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8XQoDHxhT98/s1600-h/karen+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqmLPoqXeI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8XQoDHxhT98/s320/karen+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087561441174248930" /></a><br /><br />the other 1/2 of our team; pridefully wearing our 'no, you're not a loser, <strong>everyone's</strong> a winner, medals"<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqqgvoqXfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/uG9JCPYg9ZY/s1600-h/IMG_1210+(Small).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpqqgvoqXfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/uG9JCPYg9ZY/s320/IMG_1210+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087566208587947506" /></a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22227703.post-74341450672244710612007-07-11T13:55:00.000-05:002007-07-11T14:30:10.430-05:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpUvu4pZCmI/AAAAAAAAAns/UCUQ4TLLB9E/s1600-h/kyle,+chris,+lara,+and+i+(Small).JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpUvu4pZCmI/AAAAAAAAAns/UCUQ4TLLB9E/s320/kyle,+chris,+lara,+and+i+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086023836711324258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday Chris!!! We miss you! <br />Chris and Lara just moved to Boulder--which Kyle and I are super jealous about. BUT, my husband is already planning a ski trip so I guess we'll get a few perks from the new move! Chris, if you read this, have a 'cocktail' for us...Kyle suggests a black and tan. :) SEND PICTURES! We're dying to see the new place! (and besides, this is about the only recent picture I have of you & it's years old--with the exception of the "muppet picture" which has already been posted once, to your chagrin.)<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpUtv4pZCjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TCLONDxwmvE/s1600-h/natalie+bath+(Small).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpUtv4pZCjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/TCLONDxwmvE/s320/natalie+bath+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086021654867937842" /></a><br /><br />Also, I was a bad friend and forgot to wish Allison and Natalie happy birthdays. Natalie is 1 year old aleady...how is that possible?! Allison came up to visit Monday night and crashed here with Natalie so I get to post a couple pictures! It was my first time meeting Natalie and it had been years since Allison and I were last together. Allison was one of the greatest gifts ever from my Milligan days. I honestly don't know if I would have made it through college without her...it certainly wouldn't have been half as fun or entertaining. As we sat on my couch Monday night eating ice cream and oreos I felt that not a minute had passed since our days as room-mates. She's one of my favorite people in the whole world. <br /><br />Thanks for coming Allison! We loved seeing you...& we're SO glad that you're living within driving distance again!! <br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpUuGIpZCkI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tXz0Fm66Kvw/s1600-h/alli+and+natalie+(Small).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rkAsWpjFqiA/RpUuGIpZCkI/AAAAAAAAAnc/tXz0Fm66Kvw/s320/alli+and+natalie+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086022037120027202" /></a>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133004826897270636noreply@blogger.com2