Return from Glorieta

My family and I got back late Friday night from the Family Camp in Glorieta, New Mexico.  It was a blast!  The schedule was very laid back, and we got to sleep in each morning! (Till 7 or 7:30!)  Personally, I liked how I had to walk everywhere.  At home it’s hard for me to get motivated to get up and move, so the necessity of it was nice. ; )  Of course, I also got to see my good friend Savannah for the first time in nearly eight months!  It was wonderful to see her again.  It was just like old times.

I also got to talk to some of the girls I know from Reformation Church.  They are such an inspiration to me.  Since we are the first generation in our family with a reformed vision for family and such, it is very instructive for me to be able to learn from the young ladies older than me.  I get to see a virtuous life in action!  (This is also a big reason why I enjoy the Father/Son retreat so much!)  Unfortunately, from differing schedules, I didn’t get to talk with as many people or as long as I would have liked, but I’m thankful for the time I had.

The topic this year was worship.  Mr. Swanson’s talk the first night was excellent and convicting.  He spoke on wimpy worship and how it is an abomination to the Lord.  This is something that I’ve been recently convicted of in my own life.  You see, I have been blessed, so people say, with a nice singing voice.  This poses a stumbling block during the singing time of our worship service.  I enjoy singing, so I tend to think more of what fun I’m having then on praising and falling on my face before my creator.  To be perfectly honest, I also think of how nice I am to be blessing others with a chance to listen to my lovely voice.  Isn’t that awful?!  So Mr. Swanson’s sermon really spoke to me.  I shouldn’t be coming to Sunday service thinking how I can bring glory to my talent.  I need to come in with humility and trembling to meet my creator.  I need to seek His face.  The worship service is not for me, it’s to bring glory to the only one who deserves glory.  I fall so short of this, which is really not all that surprising when you think about it.  I, as a fallen creature, can do nothing in my own power.  It is only Christ through me that allows me to truly worship God.

I was also convicted in other areas this past week, not necessarily because of the sessions.  I was convicted that I’m wasting the body (by not taking good care of it), the talents (by not developing them and giving praise to the One who gave them to me), and the life (by not living it completely for God’s glory) God has given me.  I’m such a sickeningly slothful person.  In the evenings, while lying in bed, I make such good resolutions to be better, sometimes even with tears in my eyes.  But when the morning comes, and it’s hard to get up on time and carry through with my resolutions, I almost always choose the easy route.  I’m much like the song by Casting Crowns entitled “The Altar and the Door.”  I suppose I’m just further proof of the fact that we are nothing without Christ working through us.  I literally can do nothing apart from Him.  I pray that He will cause me to love Him will all my heart, mind, soul and strength.

I am the vine: you are the branches.  Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. (John 15:5)

Well, I’ll leave you with my downer confession. ; )  I might write more on Family Camp another day. ; )



We’re off!

Once more, we find ourselves hurriedly and frantically trying to get ready for yet another trip. This time we are off for Family Camp in Glorieta, New Mexico. I am quite excited as I will get to see my good friend Savannah once more! She moved away in January and we haven’t seen each other since then. Now we will have nearly a week to see one another again!! Also, I will have a chance to, besides spend time with my family of course ; ), get to know some of the girls in Reformation church better.



We are heading out at 7:00 a.m. sharp tomorrow morning. (We are usually ten minutes to an hour late in leaving our house for every vacation. ; ) I doubt this will be any different.) If you wouldn’t mind praying that we will have a safe journey there and back, that’d be great! ; ) Also, that no will get injured in the activities, that we will return refreshed, stronger in our faith and closer as a family.

I’ve got to go and pack! Talk to ya later!


(Through a strange series of events, this post was unable to be published when I wrote it last week.  I’m going to go ahead and post it anyways.)

I’m back! For a little while at least! ; )

I got back from the Father/Son retreat late Tuesday afternoon.  It was a lot of fun, though extremely tiring.  When I got back, I was so tired, I could’ve cried.  I only got about 5 hours of sleep each night.  This was through no fault of my own.  I would jolt awake an hour or two before I was supposed to and wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep until the alarm was about to go off. ::rolls eyes:: ; )  But other than a sad lack of sleep, the retreat was awesome!

Since my father is on the CHEC committee, and our family is good friends with the family running the retreat, we were lucky enough to go up early and help set up. ; )  So we woke up at 5 a.m., picked up the family we were driving up at 7 a.m. and got to Crooked Creek at ten till 9 a.m.  The funny thing is, we were the absolute first people from our group up there.  We even beat the people who told us to get up there early! ; )  However, the extra time beforehand was very nice as we got a chance to walk around the facilities before getting to work.  (Something us girls were very thankful for because after the retreat started, we’d be very limited on the places we could go.)  However, we got (or I guess I should say I) had a bit of a scare.  On examining the hot tub, we found that it was closed!!  Now this was completely tragical!  The hot tub makes a huge contribution on my nightly visit to help my legs to not hurt too much the next day.  The thought of not being able to rest my feet in it’s warmth made me feel melancholy.  I wasn’t sure if I could face the week without it!! (j/k)  My brother asked me, “So when you said that you were excited about the retreat, you were really excited about the hot tub?” ; )  But it all turned out okay.  One of Crooked Creek’s staff told us that we could take the tarp off when we went down there at night, as long as we covered it back up.  The tarp was only on because it was rather chilly up there, so they were trapping the heat in when it wasn’t in use.

Speaking of the hot tub, there was a rather comical event that happened on one trip to the hot tub.  This particular evening, we started for the hot tub a little later than usual.  We had to stop off at the Bull Moose (the dining hall) real quick to drop something off.

Upon completing this errand, we headed for the front doors.  However, when we arrived at the doors, three girls came rushing in!  They had been at the hot tub when the guys had let out of session so the girls had high tailed it out of there.  (We weren’t allowed to fraternize with the guys or bring attention to ourselves.  The organizations running the retreat wanted this to be a true retreat without the guys having to worry about guarding their thoughts.)  We found out from the girls recently in the hot tub that they had left in such haste that they hadn’t really covered up the hot tub properly.  So we knew we had to go back down anyways, but, through logic we figured out that the hot tub was supposed to be closed right now anyways, so there shouldn’t be any guys down there, which meant we could still go soak our tired feet in the hot tub.  It was decided we would wait for a lull in the crowd streaming from the Avalanche (the conference room) and would sneak down to our destination.

All of us slunk out of the side door and tramped through the unlighted grass towards our objective.  We hadn’t gone very far when a group of guys came out of the Avalanche.  In a panic we all stopped in our tracks.  By now we had reached a more lighted area.  We gathered in a circle trying to act normal. ; )  After they passed we continued on, now laughing at ourselves and how weird we must have looked trying not to stand out. ; )  We got onto the sidewalk and a bunch of fathers and sons were walking in and around the snack bar.  The same trying to act like nothing was happening occurred about two more times.  I could barely hold in my laughter!  Now, it was raining out, and it had started to lightning, so we knew we wouldn’t be going in any water tonight.  So our trying to act inconspicuous (LOL) was abandoned and we ran to the hot tub, covered it the rest of the way and raced for the safety of our dorms.  It was quite the adventurous and hilarious experience!  One other interesting part of this episode was discovered the next morning.

I was a server, taking the cooked meals to my tables where it was eaten family style.  Because of this, I was able to talk with my father a bit during the meals.  As usual, I went over to my dad at breakfast.  He told me that a bear had found the trash can outside their cabin the night before.  Now, the side door we had exited through was in close proximity to this cabin, trash can and therefore bear.  Who knows where that bear was during our escapade!! ; )  Thank the Lord, no one was hurt from this intruder, and we didn’t see him at all.  Of course the knowledge of this new danger to our adventure, apart from the lightning, only added to the comical-ness of it all!  Quite the memory making experience!

I’ll write more accounts of my time at the Father/Son retreat later. ; )


P.S.  My family heads out for Family Camp early Monday morning.  Boy, we have been busy this summer!

P.P.S. I got my top braces glued on my teeth two years ago today.  Hopefully they’ll be coming off soon!!

See ya!

I figured I should try and get on here and write something a little less depressing than my prior post. ; )  (For an update on my family, the rest of my family seems to be doing well.  Or at least they’re hiding it well.  I’m still hurt, and I feel betrayed.)

Anyways, I don’t think that I’m going to finish my dress in time.  So I’m going to try and get it done before Family Camp.  We’ll see if I get it done!

I’m so excited to be heading out to the Father/Son Retreat tomorrow.  I love this chance I get to go serve.  Also, I’m looking forward to the sweet fellowship with all of the like-minded girls.  I always come back from the retreat so encouraged in my faith and convictions.  The work really seems like nothing when surrounded by so many friends.  I really think that we have more fun than the guys attending the retreat do! ; )

Well, I’m being called to supper.  I’ll see ya (or write, I guess) when I get back!


P.S. I would appreciate your prayers for the retreat.  That it will go off smoothly, the speakers will arrive on time and without incidence, and that God would move through this retreat and change many hearts.

The End

It’s over.  My Dad gave us the news this morning during family worship.  The girl we were planning to adopt has decided she doesn’t want to be adopted.  My siblings and myself were very shocked and deeply hurt.  I’d like to ask for your prayer for my family, that this hurt will heal.  Also for this young lady that God would convict her.  Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t want you to pray for her because she has dared to hurt us.  No indeed.  But because she is not truly rejecting us, but she is rejecting God.

This past Sunday, my parents sat down with her and explained to her the vision this family has and the direction we are going.  How, the boys are being trained to be the providers, priests, prophets and protectors of their families, and the girls are being trained to be helpmeet’s to their husbands.  It didn’t take her long after that to decide that she didn’t want to join in this vision.  She wants to instead continue in government “education” so as to go to college and pursue a career.

My parents fear that her faith is not very strong if there at all.  They fear that it might just be show.  For it seems she is like the seed thrown on rocky soil that the birds came and ate up.  Another fact is, she is in a rather bad situation in the government school.  She has been abused, and she has been put through things that make you weep to think of anything like that happening to anyone.  The fact is, she desperately needs to get out of this situation, and it seemed that God was using us to help her.  But now she has run back to the arms of the state.  Little does she know what a terrible mistake she is making.

So it seems this chapter has closed.  It is rather unlikely that she will ever seek us out again to adopt her.  We do hope though that God will take hold of her heart and convict her, and that someday, she may still be raised by a strong Christian family.

The thing is, this all seemed so perfect, like it was God’s will.  So many things happened by seemingly “coincidence.”  She would have been adopted a year ago by a former foster family of hers, that is a non-christian family, but they had moved into a smaller home less than a month before this young girl’s grandma became sick.  If this had happened, we never would have heard of her.  Furthermore, we “happened” to be visiting Reformation Church the one and only Sunday it was announced that her desire was to be adopted by a Christian homeschool family.  God placed it on all our hearts to adopt her, even those of us who adoption had never crossed their minds favorably before.  Her caseworker and guardian ad lidum were so thrilled that we were interested in her.

But then, my parents fingerprints were sent back twice, so it pushed back the time of her coming in.  So it seems that God must have another plan for us.  This must have been God’s push to get us certified to adopt so we can help someone else. (Boy, I sure hope I didn’t suffer through CPR class for no reason! ; ) )  We know that God has a plan and a purpose for everything, so we just need to trust Him.


Long time no see!

Wow, it’s been a little while since I’ve done anything on here.  Sorry about that.

It has now been a week and two days since the fair ended.  Hallelujah!! ; )  Just kidding.  It was difficult, but it was quite fun as well.  Out of eight days that I could be there, I was there seven. ; )  Since I was in 4-H I had a wristband and didn’t have to pay each time to get in thankfully.  On Saturday, there was quite a funny episode.

I was dropped off at the fair to spend time with and help my friend.  I met her father who was manning his at one the entrances.  He said I could look for her in the poultry barn.  So I walk over to the nice cool air conditioned building to find my friend.  But, I couldn’t find her anywhere.  I walked all up and down the aisles in the barn, then headed over to the 4-H displays to see if possibly she was there.  She was once again no where to be seen.  I did however meet up with her younger brother who was also searching for her.  We decided to join forces and look for her together.  He decided we should look outside.  (An important fact you should know for the rest of my story.  It was close to 100 degrees outside.)

We went to the 4-H horse show.  She’s not there.  We head over to the tractor pull.  She’s not there.  Maybe she’s at the rodeo, so we walk all the way to the other side of the grounds.  She’s not there either.  Maybe she’s at the Muttin’ Bustin’.  We took a shortcut through the building and headed for the Muttin’ Bustin’ arena.  She wasn’t there either, but we found some other friends from church there.  My “escort” stopped off to spend time with them and I headed back for the poultry barn.  (All that I just recounted took about 30 to 45 minutes.)

I got into the poultry barn, but still didn’t see my friend.  However, I did find her older brother.  He said my friend was looking for me and he had seen here about a half hour ago.  He kindly offered to help me search.  So, we headed to the 4-H horse show.  She wasn’t there.  We went to the tractor pull.  She wasn’t there.  Talk about deja vu!  I was doing the exact same route with the same results that I did with her younger brother with her older brother now. ; )  Anyways, he thought she might be at the concert.  I mentioned that I had been by there earlier and didn’t think it’d be something she would listen to. ; )  We went to check it out anyways.  Whilst walking past, the singer hit a (strange sounding to me ; )) note and my friend’s brother laughed.  “Yeah, I don’t think they’d be listening to that either.”  I smiled.  What do you know, my friend wasn’t listening. ; )  On we trekked, now heading in the direction of the Muttin’ Bustin’ once more.

Thankfully, this time, we found her mom sitting on a log.  Upon arriving she said, “Oh!  She just went inside to look for you!”  We knew my friend would be coming back so we waited.  Before long, here she came winding through the tents.  The whole ordeal lasted about an hour and a half.  With me walking around outside in nearly 100 degree weather!  I hoped that I would at least have a sun burn to show for all that I had to go through, but at the end of the day, I was just as white as ever.  ; )

After finding my friend we had a great time.  I got to watch the 4-H auction, and my friend auctioned off three of her ducks for a handsome price.  All in all, it was a good day!  ; )

Now the fair is over, and four of my five projects are going to the State Fair.  Also, my brother’s project is going, as well as two of my sister’s three.

Another interesting happening was with a competition in the Open Class.  Our county has a special competition for a cookie jar that you make that has to do with that year’s fair theme.  My mom and my friend’s mom both entered cookie jars.  Now, there was a lot of anticipation to see who would win.  But, when the judge finished, she decided she couldn’t decided between the two.  So it ended in a tie!  We will never know who won!  I suppose it’s better that way.  ; )  (Of course, I’m partial to my own mother’s.)

So, besides the fact that the fireworks on Friday set fire to the field, and my friend winning Round Robin (the highest honor for a livestock competitor), that was really all there was exciting about the fair.  Now, we are waiting in anticipation for the Father Son Retreat, and also seeing who can keep their 4-H bands on the longest. ; )  Me, in my craziness, have decided that I’m going to complete a dress (that has a collar) before then so I may wear it to the retreat.  We’ll see if I finish in time! ; )

I guess that’s it for now!

Oh!  Except for the fact that, I heard that there is still room to sign up for the retreat!  I strongly urge everyone to go that possibly can.  I’ve seen many lives changed because of this special retreat.  For more information go to this link.  Hope to see you there!