Tuesday, August 30, 2011

livin' it up!

We've been making the absolute most of the time we have this last month!

...we have been to/in weddings...

...we sailed to Mexico...


...on the Carnival Triumph...
(and i left my contacts at home so i bought this super cute hat)


...we saw some Mayan ruins...


...and we climbed up on them...


...we sunbaked and snorkeled in Cozumel...


...and fell in love with our towel creatures...


...we also celebrated my 24th birthday at PF Chang with my family...


...and went to another wedding...


...next up: a weekend at the beach with Stephen's family!

Thanks for keeping up with us! Please continue to pray as we count down to goodbye next Tuesday morning.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

June update

An update from mid-June:


Many people ask exactly what deployment means for life right now, and there are several facets to that answer.

Stephen was away at pre-deployment training for 10 days until last Monday. We have been referring to that week as a “trial run” for what deployment will be like for our marriage. We were able to talk most nights of the week, and I kept very busy with my brother’s 18th birthday, getting a new driver’s license, my dear friend Meredith’s wedding,  and a girls’ trip to the beach for Meghan Lukken’s bachelorette. 

Generally when people ask how I am doing my answer is “some days are better than others.” That proved true while we were apart as well. On the one hand, the Lord abundantly blessed the opportunities that “singleness” afforded me throughout the week. He opened up doors for some extremely meaningful conversations with dear friends on several occasions, conversations that I have prayed for consistently for some time now. It was quite clear that He is using our marriage to equip me for ministering in these situations. And so it was humbling, comforting and empowering to see His faithfulness in using our marriage so powerfully because we were not able to actually be together. He seems to consistently whisper His presence into the coming year, and my heart thrills in anticipation of the adventure He has in store for me at home while Stephen is away.

There were, however, difficult days. It will be an excruciatingly hard year. That is just the simple truth. Some sliver of my heart is terrified by how much I missed Stephen for just 10 days, and I dread to know the feeling of what months at a time will feel like. But honestly, there is so much freedom in embracing our journey as the trial that it is. I so appreciate the people God has sent to tell me that it will suck. They have greatly helped me in allowing myself to move past frustration over the struggle and toward allowing the Lord to minister to my heart. 

My prayer right now is that the Lord would teach me how to grieve and embrace the hardship in a way that allows Him to mold my heart as He desires, while at the same time having my hope rest so heavily on eternity with Christ that I am filled with joy and peace. My mind reels wrestling with what this balance will or should look like, and I am tempted to go with either extreme. But when I simply absorb the sadness and wallow in separation, I am paralyzed by fear and expectations that cannot be met. Still I know that to dismiss it as no big matter in light of eternity, though my pride would love to appear so immovable and “strong,” would not afford God the opportunity to draw me more sweetly to Himself in honesty and comfort. I pray He uses every tear and every triumph throughout the coming year to His glory and my good, sanctification.

As we prepare our hearts in the meantime, the Lord has greatly blessed us with time, resources, and community in the journey. We are unbelievably grateful for the church family we have found at the Village Church in Vinings. The families we have come to know and love have welcomed us with open arms and homes and have sincerely sought to support us in any way possible both now and in the months to come.

Juliet’s family has been gracious, understanding and hospitable in taking care of me, and Stephen’s current employer is incredibly generous with their military employees. Our families are supportive and loving, and we are so grateful to have them nearby. And I expect that Lauren Jones will continue to be an instrument of grace to me throughout our future roommate days—what a gift she is!

So we look into the coming week to see Stephen on a business trip Tuesday through Thursday, which means lots of girl time for me! We will also get to celebrate two weddings next Saturday, and I intend to dance enough to make up for the weddings for which the Army has and will render me “single.” Mr. Kump had better bring his dancing shoes!

We would so appreciate your prayers that we would have time for rest, for quality time together, and for meaningful relationships in our last several weeks of summer. The time crunch makes it difficult to know how to prioritize our time and energy. Please pray for wisdom and rejuvenation.

Thank you for praying and loving us so well.

let's go get a snack



Picture it.

We're at the park. It's time to go home. We've swung on the swings. We've slid down the slide. We've toted sticks around. We've watched the other kids.

The flurry of activity is fascinating and enthralling to Juliet's eager brown eyes.

In the midst of this commotion, "Let's go home," does not register. No response. Flat line. 

However, "Want to go get a snack?" works every time.

Her head pops up, her whole body reacts, and she gives an enthusiastic "sssssnA--!" (Still working on the -CK sound, which means I obviously remain nameless.)

I lead the way and she begins to follow me. Fantastic.

But then another kid runs in front of her and across the playground, fully unaware that he has taken her attention span hostage in that journey. "C'mon, JuJu, let's go." I try to get her back on track. I offer her my hand, I walk on ahead of her, but she's lost.

"C'mon, this way. Let's go get our snack."

Back on track. Full speed ahead.

Until she sees the big kid swings. Repeat.

"...snack."

Headed to the car.

A captivating piece of trash or a particularly pretty stick.

"Our snack..."

Finally we make it back to the car, turn on the AC, and enjoy some raisins and juice.

Funny how 50 yards is such a trek for 15-month-old legs. It takes a while to toddle halfway across a football field, too long for a 15-month-old mind to focus on completing such a task.

Fascinating how the goal must be called to memory frequently if we are ever going to make it across the playground to the car. It is quite an effective method.

I am grateful that the Lord has the same smiling compassion on my lapse of memory that I have on Juliet. So many things to take my tiny mind off the goal. But I pray I will always be quick to respond to just one word from Christ in shepherding me back in the right direction.

Grateful for a husband, for parents, for leaders and for friends who are quick to speak that word as well.

Hope.

Eternity.

Love.

Joy.

Grace.

Gratitude.