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Fall 2016 Update

Good afternoon from the Minneapolis suburbs!

It’s a gray, overcast Minnesotan afternoon and as I sit here in a new little bungalow, the house cleaned and laundry done and caught with a moment of serenity, my mind wanders back to my blog and I think it’s high time I wrote a bit. So pull up chair and brew some tea and let me catch you up on some of the happenings around here.

My last “life update” post included the fact that I was interviewing for a job and not sure what the next months would unfold. Well, guess what? They did indeed unfold and with them, much change and blessing. I accepted a job offer with a hospital in the women’s center, which includes labor and delivery, postpartum, and OB/GYN post-op surgical patients. I oriented for 2 ½ months on day shift with an awesome preceptor, then I switched to nights. It has been an adjustment for sure and I fight brain fog and fatigue on a regular basis. One of the most challenging parts is that I mix up my days and have a hard time keeping track of which day of the week it is, since it changes when I’m at work and I wake up as the day is ending. But overall the switch has not been as difficult as I’d anticipated. I love getting to work with laboring moms, postpartum moms and babies, and with their families. The birth process never grows old or ceases to amaze me. It is different for every woman and getting to be that person to come alongside them and help them during that time is an unspeakable privilege. This job has pushed me in many ways – to think critically, to be able to calmly deal with stressful situations, to communicate effectively with patients and family members, to let my ego crash and burn as I ask basic questions and clarify medications/assessments multiple times in a row. I can sometimes be too hard on myself as I learn and think of a thousand ways I could have done something better, but I am trying to strike that balance and seek to be a learner for life. I never want to stop learning and growing in whatever capacity I find myself in. I have found much support in my co-workers and appreciate everyone I work with. The team as a whole is supportive and encouraging. I am thankful to have my questions answered, as well another nurse to bounce things off of when I don’t feel sure about a particular situation.

As far as my housing goes, God faithfully provided a great situation that seemed to drop in my lap. I’d done a bit of apartment shopping, but nothing too serious yet when I received a message from a friend who knew someone looking for a roommate to share a duplex with. It is spacious and homey, WITH A GARAGE, and 20 min from work and 15 from Minneapolis, both of which I frequent multiple times throughout the week. I was thrilled and we moved in around the beginning of October. We repainted, cleaned, nested, hung up pictures on the wall, bought cheap furniture from Goodwill and Craigslist, etc. It has been quite a process and I quickly learned that I needed to take it one step at a time and not get too overwhelmed by everything I want to do. :) Suddenly, the “home improvement” section of stores takes on a whole new meaning and I’ve learned a lot about homes that I’ve always taken for granted (utilities, air filters, lighting and heating, caulking, hanging pictures). I remember that first grocery haul to start my new little kitchen, cart overflowing with home staples such as eggs, flour, spices, paper towels, dishwashing soap, and pantry items. Since then, I’ve developed a routine for cleaning, meal planning and cooking, laundry, and just keeping up with “homey stuff,” which I find mostly relaxing and enjoyable. I appreciate my roommate and we’ve found each other quite compatible, which is a blessing. My family is about 20 – 25 minutes away and I come for dinner at least once a week. I love going “home” to see them and having them come here as well. It is so good to be back in their lives after living over 500 miles apart for over a year. My brothers have a lot of change ahead of them: Austin is a senior and looking at colleges and Jonathan is a freshman in high school.

So there’s work and housing. The other things I wanted to tell you guys about is church, extra activities, and community. I moved up here with a desire to be purposeful in plugging into a church and getting to know the people around me. Having left a wonderful church in Springfield I attended with my brother, I wanted to have that same spiritual encouragement and support where I was at here. My dad suggested Hope Community Church in Minneapolis, which I visited and appreciated right from the start. The music is incredible (look up Hope Hymns on Spotify if you have it) and the teaching is rich, applicable, and gospel-centered. I am thankful. There are also many other people in my same season of life (college, post-college, young adult), which has been refreshing. As with anything, getting to know people and deepening friendships takes time and patience and certainly does not happen overnight, but I am thankful for the lives that have intersected mine during this time I’ve been here. I’ve been able to plug into a small group, volunteer for child care and hospitality, and be a part of various group activities.

As far as the “extras” go, when I moved up here, I decided to try swing dancing, which is quite popular here in the twin cities area. I have been taking lessons at a studio for several months now (lindy hop, including 6-count, 8-count, and charleston) and LOVE it! I think swing dance is a wonderful, classy, social activity for people of any age and life season. It helps you learn to count rhythm and stay in time with music, learn to follow as a girl and lead as a guy, and it’s a skill that will prove useful in many different scenarios. It’s fun to at least try even if you’re just remotely interested. I have gotten to know many of the people in my class, as well as having a weekly carpool there with several of my friends from church. Definitely a highlight of the week!

I’m also using this time to push myself physically and set new goals. I’ve continued to strength train and do weekly classes at the YMCA, but I also want to look into swimming and skiing this winter. I plan to do at least 2 mud runs (Spartan Sprint and Tough Mudder half) in the spring/summer of 2017, which I’m super pumped about. Burpees and pull ups, here I come, haha. ;) Cooking has been another creative avenue for me. I love taking raw ingredients and making something truly wonderful with them. Is it weird that melting butter and sauteing chopped onions in a cast iron skillet gives me such pleasure!? Little by little, my plan is to invest in good quality kitchen utensils and tools. I want to expand my knowledge of cooking meat beyond that of just chicken and ground beef and learn the art of seasonings and cooking without a recipe. I’ve been very inspired by the book “Bread and Wine” by Shauna Niequist. She puts things so eloquently and her philosophy on hospitality, homemaking, cooking, and life is challenging.

I do plan on getting my Bachelor’s degree in nursing at some point. My plan is to continue working, saving, and wait until sometime next summer/fall after I’ve gained more experience at my job. I will choose a course I can do online while still working. There are many solid options available, so I do plan to revisit school soon. Can I just say, though, that the break has been a-m-a-z-i-n-g and I’m thoroughly enjoying not having to deal with tests, deadlines, studying, papers, research, clinicals, etc.

I turn 21 in a few days. Hard to believe and truly a mystery how time flies so fast and where life takes you. As I was reflecting with a friend a few days ago, this year has been one of trust and change. The Lord has hemmed me in, behind and before, and placed His loving hand upon me. Apart from all this “stuff” I’ve spent time writing about, my identity is fully in Christ. Apart from Him, I am nothing. He has shown me in great love and compassion where my worth lies and that in Him there is fulness of joy to be found. Wherever I am and in whatever I do, God has promised to keep me and sustain me.

So there, my friends, is my life in a nutshell. Before I go, I’ll show you a few pictures and snapshots of my life:

Our kitchen.

The dining room area.

We have a nature center and park with trails about 1/4 mile down the road from us, which I frequent. It helps to make up for living in town now, although I do miss the country and hope very much to live in it again someday.

My roommate, Kelly. She’s a sweetie. :)

My bedroom. I’m still in the process of purchasing bedding, haha.

My very favorite room, which Kelly refers to as “my baby.” I spend much time here and happen to be sitting on that comfy couch right now.

Tennis date with this handsome guy.

A scene from my window on my way home from work. It’s rather odd to be finishing my workday as the sun is coming up, but I enjoy getting to see the sunrise.

Until next time, my friends! XOXO

Thoughts

What Makes a Place a Home?

What makes a place a home? Is it the physical house you live in? Is it the familiar route you drive every day to work? Is it the memories made on the front lawn or the family friends down the road?

It dawned on me one evening that there isn’t just one thing or one right answer to this question.

It was late and I was driving home down country roads after a pleasant evening with some ladies from church. I had the window rolled all the way down, of course, and, turning my music off, savored the stillness. Just the crinkle of my tires on the gravel and the sound of buzzards somewhere in the thick darkness, which was pierced only by the light of a few twinkling stars. The warm evening breeze kissed my face and the the piney, woodsy scent of the trees gave me chills of pleasure, translating to a wide grin and closed – er – squinted eyes.

I wondered to myself how a place can become more than just a dot on the map. How do clusters of buildings and acres of land wheedle their way into your heart and how do you come to love it? Now while all of us Christians are never truly home until we reach heaven – our final and ultimate, glorious destination – I do think there is a degree of “settledness” or lack thereof surrounding the place that we inhabit. While I can’t speak for anyone but myself, I do think that a big part of this settledness is borne out of experiences and memories made. Remember that country song “The House that Built Me,” by Miranda Lambert? I wanted to cry the first time I listened to it, emotion welling up inside of me as I thought of the homes that do indeed harbor the memories of days, months, and years of my life gone by:

I thought of my pink bedroom with puffy clouds painted on the walls and hours of “mommying” my dolls, the kitchen where I first learned to bake bread, the steep hill where I propped up a tiny fort with my brothers and ate under ripened pears from our tree in the backyard, the driveway where Mom let me take the wheel of Daddy’s old Buick for the first time with trembling and sweaty palms, the dining room table where birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas celebrations took place and the love shared between each person there, the pasture my room overlooked with my beloved horse and the times spent riding, brushing, and feeding him every single day, the walking trail through the woods that I spend hours in prayer, singing, quizzing myself with my anatomy flashcards, and processing my thoughts aloud, the coffee shops where I giggled with friends over lattes and shared our hearts with each other, and the parks where I studied many an hour throughout nursing school. Oh, what sweet times!

Looking back, it does hurt a little and I want those times back again. But as time moves on, people change, circumstances change, and few things remain the same, even if I had lived in the same place my whole life. The only thing that does not, nor ever will change is the steadfast faithfulness of our Heavenly Father. All we can do is cherish what He has given us today, here and now. Can we trust in Him fully and completely? Is that enough for us?

Yesterday in my Bible reading, I was encouraged by Psalm 16:5-11. The Psalmist’s contentment in the Lord being our portion and our cup struck me in a new way as I pondered the gift of Himself to us. Read this slowly:

“The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;

you hold my lot.

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;

indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.

I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;

in the night also my heart instructs me.

I have set the Lord always before me;

because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;

my flesh also dwells secure.

For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,

or let your holy one see corruption.

You make known to me the path of life;

in your presence there is fullness of joy;

at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

We are not promised tomorrow and cannot even anticipate most of the changes that will happen in our lives. Yet we can rest, unshaken, in the promise of God’s gift of Himself to us, that we may experience fullness of joy and everlasting pleasure in Him.

I now remind myself that here, in Minnesota, are many memories yet to be made and experiences yet to happen. Yes, it’s hard to move on. It’s hard to call a new and unknown place your home. “Beginning again” in a sense is exciting, but overwhelming, and oh yes, discouraging at times. Over time, however, chances are I will drive the same roads, I will find kindred spirits, attend the same church, work in the same job, run the same trails, shop at the same Aldi, and this will be my new home for a season.

It’s a fresh start and a bright beginning.

Even more importantly, though, is that it’s held – all of it – by my heavenly Father, who knows me infinitely more than I will ever know myself and cares for me inexplicably.

In that I find contentedness, rest, and thankfulness.

Thoughts

A Short Update to My Faithful Readers

If you are reading this, allow me to thank you from the bottom of my heart for keeping up with my sporadic posting and for faithfully reading what I have to say.

Wow, sitting down and looking at the computer screen, I honestly don’t know where to begin. You may have noticed the recent update to my blog: a more “grown up” version for a more grown up me. :) Little did I know when I started this blog at 15 years old that it would continue to change with me. If you’ve followed this blog from the beginning, you’ve seen my posts morph from family ice cream celebrations and pictures of our pets to more of my thoughts and writings. For me, writing is a wonderful thing. I love to communicate my heart through words.

Also the categories of my bungalow have dropped to two simple things: homemaking (because I will always delight in sharing new recipes, life hacks, products I enjoy, hairstyles and beauty tips, etc.) and thoughts, which are vast and varied. I may post a few pictures with updates on “happenings,” but I have been using social media, particularly Facebook, to share life events. I also updated the “about me” section of my blog, if you want to mosey on over and check that out.

I will write more on this later, but right now I find myself in a huge season of transition. Yes, I finished the ASN program, moved to Minnesota to live near my family, passed the NCLEX (woowoo!!), had the privilege of traveling to Ireland, and had an interview just today for a job as an RN. I don’t know exactly how the next years, or even months or weeks, will unfold. I love my dad’s encouragement to write during this time of so much change. It has been difficult and very stretching, but also very blessed, which I’ll be writing about.

So, with all that said, and with the intention of keeping this post short, will you continue to join me on this journey? I hope that you enjoy it and again I want to thank you for following along. Until next time, dear friends!