Category: People


mixed emotions

I use Google Reader just about every day to keep up with my blogs. Recently, there have been some vast differences in the events taking place in each of blogs that I follow.

MckMama has had some pretty intense stuff going on with one of her little ones (please keep her family in your prayers). Jenni is remembering… April and her hubby are thinking about adoption again. Jamie is reading to her kiddos. Heather talks food. Jasmin is showing some love. Crystal lost a loved one.

I don’t know what it is, but I just felt effected by this today more than usual. And I am sure there is so much more going on in the lives of the other bloggers I follow.

It is interesting how this whole blog world can bring so many people together who would have never met before.

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I know the Economy is a hot topic right now. So let me just forewarn you, if you are coming here from words of an expert or words of wisdom, you have come to the wrong place. I am just typing out what has been on my heart in the past couple of months.

The economy is scary right now. Truth is, our comfortable place to live is being threatened. (I have no care in the world to discuss why I think this is. I am just not going to do it.) People all over are losing their jobs. I work at a place that essentially serves/ministers to other ministries and non-profits. I have seen so many people come in who have lost their jobs due to lack of donations/support or the loss of grant monies. I have also heard, through my Church, friends, and the news, of so many other people losing their jobs. And they cannot find new ones. Honestly, at this point, I am not scared for myself. What will happen, will happen. My God is good and will take care of me (even if that does not add up to what I think is taking care of me…keeping me comfortable). I know most of these people serve the same God, the God who has rescued us already. But for some reason I can’t help but worry for them. The situation is not great at this point, and from what I hear will not get much better. So what do we do?

For the past several months I have thought about the original Church and how they lived amongst one another. Here, let me show you…

Acts 2:42-47 (The Message)

41-42That day about three thousand took him at his word, were baptized and were signed up. They committed themselves to the teaching of the apostles, the life together, the common meal, and the prayers.

43-45Everyone around was in aweβ€”all those wonders and signs done through the apostles! And all the believers lived in a wonderful harmony, holding everything in common. They sold whatever they owned and pooled their resources so that each person’s need was met.

46-47They followed a daily discipline of worship in the Temple followed by meals at home, every meal a celebration, exuberant and joyful, as they praised God. People in general liked what they saw. Every day their number grew as God added those who were saved.”

Living together, taking care of one another, worshiping God together (not just on Sunday mornings), meeting each other’s needs. I know that there are a lot of you who meet these to some extent, but I really feel there is so much more!

I was thinking about how much income my husband and I bring in yesterday. How much of that do we really need to live on, and how much of that could we use to meet someone else’s need? I have a deep desire to take care of everyone who is struggling (more often it is focused on their physical needs and not their spiritual needs as it should be). When I talk about supporting someone else with our own income, I am not only talking about supporting missionaries or sponsoring children living in poverty, like I know that many of you already do (which by the way I feel that is definitely part of the Great Commission, that is just not the subject at hand). I am more so talking about supporting people who might be fellow members in your Church congregation who have fallen on hard times.

Of course while you are “pooling your resources so every person’s need is met”, they are definitely working their tails off to find another job. And when they find another job, it would be amazing if they helped to take care of someone else, while you as well took care of yet another family (yes, the movie “Pay it Forward” has all of a sudden come to mind…sorry).

I know that all of this sounds a little out there, but I really think if we took care of each other in this way (as instructed), we would have no reason to worry (not that we do already b/c our – believers & followers of Jesus Christ, our risen Saviour – hope is not in the economy, money, our house, or anything else here on this earth). And most of this is just me rambling.

I just want to point out once again, I am not anyone who knows a lot about this topic, or really knows enough to talk about it. I am just putting this out their because it has been on my heart and mind often. And because I want to know what you think. So please leave a comment!

What if we did it? What would happen?

What are your thoughts?

I had not learned of what a Trivette night was until last nights set of events. After the craziness that was last night, my husband informed me that his family is known to have crazy things happen to them like we did last night and that he forgot to tell me about it before we got married. Thanks a lot (just kidding :). Also, be warned this is long, but hilarious (at least the people I have told about this have thought so).

I will start with yesterday morning. I went outside to start the car so it could warm up before I left for work. I put the key in the ignition, and got nothing. The battery was dead. So instead of getting Tim out in the cold, I just took his truck to work (all of his plans for the day consisted of staying at the apartment). So I drove to work, and had a great day. I told my boss what was going on and he offered a car for us to borrow. We can deal with only having one vehicle, we have before. So I thanked him and told him I didn’t think we would need it.

The day went along. I originally thought that I would be teaching a class at church last night but at the last minute found out that they did not need me. So that was a nice surprise to get to hang out with Tim for the evening.

I came home to all of the furniture stacked up in the kitchen, on top of our couch or on top of our bed. Tim had arranged for our floors to be shampooed during the day. When you live in a one-bedroom apartment with two dogs, you need to get your carpet shampooed. And because our complex offers it for free once a month, we gladly accepted. When the shampooer man (I hope no one who holds that particular position reads this, I am sure that is a ridiculous name for them) finished up, he told Tim to try not walking on the carpet much until it dries. So last night, just about every time I walked on the carpet, he flipped out.

Usually, I am not allowed in the kitchen if he is in there. I know that it sounds ridiculous, but he is extremely claustrophobic, and I don’t understand the meaning of personal space. With those two thrown into the mix of an extremely small kitchen usually do not turn out well. So he just made the rule for me to stay out of the kitchen if he is in there.

Tim cooking in an extremely small kitchen

Tim cooking in an extremely small kitchen

Last night I would stand on the carpet just outside of the kitchen. When he would point out that I was standing on the carpet, I would say that I was confused b/c I am also not allowed in the kitchen (he was cooking at this point). So he took that rule away for the evening. πŸ˜€ After that both of us cooked (with me making sure I stayed standing in my very small space) tacos for dinner. Then we set two chairs upright and ate together.

eating in the small kitchen

eating in the small kitchen

(Ha! Tim hates taking pictures!)

Ok, so we have eaten and now need to go to Wal-Mart. We decide to go ahead and try to jump off my car. So we hook up the jumper cables to my car and his truck. He goes to start his truck, and it is dead. No joke. We are sitting in our parking lot, with BOTH vehicles dead. What the…. We try to figure out what in the world we are going to do. I have to go to work tomorrow, 30 minutes away. And Tim starts school (tomorrow actually meaning today). So I call my boss and tell him I am going to have to take him up on the offer of borrowing his car. And Tim has to call someone who will take us to his house. We get all of that set up. Great.

We still cannot believe what is going on and are still trying to figure out what we are going to do with our vehicles and what in the world could be wrong with them. I very loudly proclaimed that I didn’t do anything to them to make them both die on the SAME DAY. While we were talking about it all, I remembered that when he put his key in the ignition, his truck made that annoying buzzing noise, it just wouldn’t start. So I made the ridiculous suggestion that maybe his truck would have just enough power to jump off my car. What could we lose (besides this crazy suggestion causing his battery to drain and possibly kill the alternator too)?! So we went for it. AND IT WORKED!!! There was just enough energy to jump off my car, and then my car jumped off his truck. HA! We still have no clue how that happened. Our vehicles revived each other! **Side Note: When telling my dear friend Katie about this, she said, “Jess, that is beautiful! That is a great depiction of your marriage! You should write that in your journal!” I love that girl.**

So our cars are both working, but we are concerned they might not start in the morning. Off to Advanced Auto Parts we go. Getting into my car, I somehow slam my head into the door frame of the car. Ouch. Then we get there and I go in to get someone while Tim stays with the cars. For some reason, I decided to tell the guy they whole story. πŸ™‚ I don’t really know why, that is just me. Later Tim asked why I did that, I had no answer for him.

He comes out to do the diagnostic test, and discover it is the same thing for both of our vehicles. The clamp that attaches the cables from the engine to the studs from the battery is broken on both vehicles. It costs a total of $9 to fix. HALLELUJAH!! Praise the Lord it was nothing too expensive.

Tim fixes his truck at the store and decides b/c we still need to go to Wal-Mart, he will just fix mine at home. We head over to Wal-Mart, then head home. He starts to working on mine and discovers that mine is going to be a lot harder than his. And with no light, it’s freezing outside, and it’s really late, we decide maybe we need to call my boss back and ask to borrow the car again (thanks Dave!). At least now we have one working vehicle.

We head over and pick up the borrowed vehicle, and then come back home. Thank goodness the carpet is dry at this point! I start to put all of the furniture back. We are sitting around the living room and Tim tells me about a phone call he had with his brother earlier that night. He called Rob and told him that he has had a “Trivette night”. Rob said, “oh s#!t, what happened?”. Apparently just by saying that he had had a Trivette night, Rob knew something crazy had happened. Apparently it comes with the family to have things like this happened. They all have their own set of stories. Great. Tim said, “I forgot to mention that before we got married”. Thanks for that.

We are getting ready for bed when we see the final ridiculous occurrence of the night happen. The very night of getting our carpet shampooed, our lovely dog, the one that Tim claims is his dog, decides to drag his butt across our carpet. We just casually tell him to stop b/c we have seen him do it before. Only this time, a brown streak goes across the carpet! Holy cow! I cannot believe this! Tim is flipping out again while I am trying to get the streak up. He is very calmly telling Blu (our dog) that he would gladly get rid of him at this point (which is a big deal, he always says that our more rambunctious dog Kansas, my dog, would be the one we would get rid of). I can’t help but laugh on the inside. I have the wisdom at this point to not laugh out loud.

After all of that, I randomly get hyper and annoy the crap out of Tim. Then we go to bed. Neither of us can really sleep, but at least all of that is over.

I had a huge Wake Up Call yesterday. Since I have started working at my new job, I get to meet TONS of people who work or serve with other ministries (since part of the purpose of the ministry I work for is to serve other ministries and businesses).

I have been so excited because the local chapter of Bethany Christian Services (an adoption agency that I have been looking into for when Tim and I begin the adoption process) is actually located in the SAME BUILDING I work in. I have been so excited about the possibility to learn more about the adoption process, primarily international. Yes, I do want to domestically adopt too, but I have always been more interested and invested in international adoption. I know the countries I want to adopt from, I have researched lots of orphanages in those countries, I have viewed lists of waiting children, found and avidly read blogs of families who are adopting from those countries, so on, and so on. Needless to say, I am invested in the need to adopt from all over the world.

Yesterday my boss spoke with me about a woman who works for the local school system. Her job is the “Homeless Student Coordinator”. What? We have homeless children in my town. My, how oblivious I have been. Apparently we have approximately 300 homeless “students” here. 300!! That is unbelievable to me (I mean, I believe what they told me, I just don’t want to)! Some of the children will move from relative to relative, and others may sleep under bridges. And the average age of the “homeless students”? 9 Years Old! My heart was broken as soon as I heard that! I want to bring them all into my home now. I really do. I wonder if I could do that and not have Tim notice (we live in a one-bedroom apartment with two dogs, he’d notice).

I get to meet with the lady who coordinates the care of these children soon. I can’t wait how I can now become “invested” in loving and caring for the children that might be living on the street where I live, or sleeping under the bridge I drive under every day going to work.

Disclaimer: I am still rather ignorant to the whole world of working with people in unfortunate circumstances. If I say anything on here (I really work on not) that might be offensive wording or “politically incorrect”, I apologize. I am learning, please show me grace (and tell me about it too!).

So, I encourage you to look into the community that you live in and see what you can do to help take care of one another. I assure you that those people you “think” you are helping out and taking care of will end up helping you out more than you will ever imagine.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. For those of you who don’t know, I work at a radio station whose demographic of listeners is primarily women. In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month we are going forth with a rather unusually campaign, especially in East Tennessee! We are asking the ladies of the Tri-Cities to send us their new and used bras. At the end of the month we are going to be connecting the bras and stringing them up in Downtown Kingsport. It has been so much fun so far to work on this campaign. You wouldn’t believe how many people are effected by Breast Cancer. Almost every time we talk to new people about this campaign, we have new people telling us how this disease has effected them and their loved ones.

I encourage you to learn all that you can about Breast Cancer. Learn how to do self exams monthly. Get your mammograms.

Also, our radio station was on the morning news today. Here is the link if you want to check it out.

I got to experience a biker bar this weekend. And let me just say, I thought about taking a picture, but I also thought I would get my butt kicked if I did! So, I refrained from that one!

Saturday morning was the big poker run that I have been planning for months now. It did not go well. I will just leave it at that. Before everything began it was suggested to me that I should call one of the stops, the biker bar, and make sure they have some one there to man the stop. Well, I am glad that I did. They had no one. Great. So, after registration, I had to go to the biker bar. Fun times!

When the other people who were working the poker run found out I had to go to the bar, they kept telling me to be careful. When I asked if it was a rough place, they would say, “no, just be careful”, with a look of grimace/worry on their face. Apparently, the bar I got the privilege of visiting is known to be a rough place.

Let me just say, it was just like you see in the movies…minus the fighting. I loved it. There was a biker club that ALL met there to go for a ride. And then while they were there, another poker run showed up. There were lots of people with them. So, it was me and about 100 bikers all crowded into a very small building, with almost every one of them smoking. Let me just say, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I liked hanging out with them though. I didn’t dare talk, just listened.

I was sitting at a booth and four of them came and sat with me. There was room at my booth. There were some interesting conversations there, filled with “four-letter” words. And all of them were smoking. Did I mention that I have been sick for the past week? That didn’t help.

Then, in the midst of the crowd, a big tall man, decked out in leather, stood up, whistled, and said, “Let’s go”. The place then emptied and the bikers rode off together.

Now, as you read this, you probably are thinking that I was grossed out and appalled by all of the smoking, drinking a 40 of beer at 11am, and the two girls going out back to get high together. But secretly, I kind of wanted to be in on it all (well, not the smoking, drinking, and getting high part:)). Yeah, I know, I could never be that cool. But I wanted to jump on a bike and ride off into the sunset. Maybe that will be for another life.

So instead, I stayed in the smoke filled bar, and waited for the end of my poker run.

The Bush Family is about to go from a duo to a trio. They have been going through the domestic adoption process for about a year now (I think). They got the call in late August (fitting b/c their child’s name will be August) that they were chosen to be the parents of a baby boy. The child is due to be born October 2nd. I cannot tell you how excited I am for these two! They are going to make great parents.

Now it is crunch time. Next week (if on time) the baby will join us in this crazy world and be welcomed by his new parents. There is one catch, they still are 1/3 short of the money they need for the adoption fees. That’s about $4,000. Bush (the proud papa) has come up with a way to raise that money. He is a photographer . His work is amazing! (Side Note: His work is the reason I was turned on to raising awareness about the global water crisis.)

He is now offering prints of some of his favorite shots for just $35 a print (includes shipping). Each photo has a story behind it. If he sells 140 prints, the $4,000 will be raised! I am so excited about the print I got! You should head over now to the Adopting August website and get your’s today! This will help bring a baby boy home to his loving and wonderful parents.

If you buy a print or even if you can’t afford one but still want to help out, be sure to post about this on your blog and get the word out.

(The picture I chose):

Haiti video

Here is a video about what is now going on in Haiti.

http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=4448242n

Honestly, I don’t think I could ever type out on here my genuine desire for you to be apart of the effort to help the people of Haiti. The need is real. The need is HUGE.

I saw a slide show HERE that shows more pictures of the damage (this slide show is shows Haitians pulling their dead children, mothers, & fathers from the waters; view it at your own discretion). And it makes me sad that the election is causing so many people to not know what is going on in Haiti.

The Livesay family wrote a post that I would like to share with you. They are there. They are seeing the need and the detestation. Read what they have to say HERE.

They write:

“If every person reading sent what it would cost to go out to eat, or approximately $30 – not only would it free them up to make some decisions about how to help in their community, but it would encourage them and it would be confirmation for them that they are not alone. If 700 readers sent $30 – the ministry would have 21K to work with in the next few weeks. The greatest effect we could all have – would be to donate the money immediately. Not tomorrow, not when you think of it this weekend – right now. PLEASE do it today. It is rally time.

Thank you. Your money will directly help victims of the storms in Haiti. I promise you that.”

Go HERE to make your donation. Continue to read the updates about what is going on at the Haiti Rescue Center HERE.