I’ve Switched to the Dark side =)

Dear WordPress,

No offense but I’m kind of over you….I think it’s time we start seeing other people, and by we, I mean me…. It’s not you, it’s me…. I just need to find myself…..I’m really thinking of YOU here….For real, you deserve better than me.

I’m heading to the green land of Blogger. It just gives me more options for my future. It listens to me =)

Sincerely, Megan

So here’s the URL to my new home. If you like the randomness of my life, I hope you’ll follow me over there!

http://mylifeinsweatpants.blogspot.com/

On another note, we’re excited to finish support raising to get to follow this road sign to CLEVELAND! Hopefully we’ll see plans in place to get there soon =) =)

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Office, Ohio State, and Scrabble…my life is RANDOM.

Lately my blogging aspirations have been, well, uninspired. Serious kudos to those people who blog every day. Not me.

Here are some highlights of my life lately:

  • We reached 65% of our support goal =) God has provided in such unbelievable ways and I’m SOOO pumped to see Him provide this last 35% and get us to campus.
  • I was extremely disappointed with Will Ferrell’s appearance on The Office. Seriously awful. The receptionist, Erin, was the funniest character in the whole episode. Here is one of her older clips that is my absolute favorite:
  • I entered the pregnant woman jungle of Babies-R-Us to get a baby shower gift, had a mini panic attack in the diaper aisle, and felt judged by all the pregnant women in the store because I look like I could have just finished my sophomore year of high school. Hope to not go back into that madness for a LONG time!
  • Toured Ohio State University with my good friends who are on staff with Crusade there. Wow. Mount’s campus could practically fit into their workout center. Ridiculous. Here are my 3 favorite shots from the day:

  • Biggest news of my random week. I FINALLY beat Nate in one of our favorite games, Fast Scrabble. I started playing this game with Nate’s family when we started dating. If I scored in the positives, it was a good game. Nate’s mom is a Fast Scrabble Ninja and usually, even he smokes me. But not this time. Not anymore. Here is my clincher puzzle, the one that won it all for me. VICTORY!!!!
Here’s to more blogging inspiration in the coming weeks. CAN’T WAIT!

7:27 pm

Great Gobs of Goose Grease

We arrive at the farm, walk into Grandma and Grandpa’s living room. Hugs for Grandma….

Grandpa walks in and proceeds to change in the middle of the room. He drops his pants. We gasp and close our eyes. Thankfully, my Grandpa was wearing like 3 pairs of pants…just don’t question it. Of course, there is nothing weird to him about changing in front of all of us. I mean, he still pinches my backside and says I’m “a good little boy”.

This is life on the farm. Unpredictable. Crazy. Awesome.

When I was younger, these 70 acres held the most supreme adventures. Trees, barns, mud, vines, cows, AND a basketball hoop.

Heaven.

Now that I’m less apt to play in the mud and try to catch those tiny things swimming in the creek, I walk. I walk and I don’t carry a watch, cellphone, anything. It’s so wonderful to not be constrained by time. I think I’ve truly mastered the art of ambling. Walking with no destination or goal, no time limit or task to accomplish. Walking to just enjoy the beauty.

I love the farm. I tried to capture some of the beauty for you here. It’s my first experimentation with this AWESOME camera my ‘Florida Grandma’ blessed me with for Christmas. Never thought I would own a camera this nice. I can’t wait until I understand how to use it to be super awesome.

P.S. The title is one of my Grandpa’s favorite sayings.

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The Rivalry Continues

This is Dad's attempt at a 'tough face' - Don't judge him, he's a Pastor.

Let me preface by saying, “I’m not pregnant.”

It seems as if from Day #2 of being married every time I say,”Guess what?”, my family replies with shrieking excitement, “YOU’RE PREGNANT!”.

To which I reply back, “No, I picked a weggie without my hands today and I thought you would be proud.”

Both sides of Nate and I’s family are definitely not pushing us to wait to have children =) It’s not like they’re pushing us to begin a family either, but our mommas are ready to spoil them some grandbabies. And of course, with both of them having such a quiet and meek personality, it’s not like they voice their opinions LOUDLY and OFTEN or anything (insert sarcastic wink here).

Anyway…all this to say that the prompt that this bloggy thingy gave me to write about was, “Write a letter to your future grandchildren.” Since I can’t even imaging having grandchildren at this point in my life , I thought I would give this a stab to a future child.

I’ve never actually thought of what I would say to he/she/them so forgive me if this is a little jumbled:

Dear uh…YOU,

I cannot believe that you have made me a mother. I feel compelled to either get a mom haircut or learn to play the piano.

I have many unrealistic expectations for you: Speak several languages by 3rd grade, learn to play the harp so you can receive a fat scholarship to a top University (Thank you Kate & Evan Staggs for this inspiration), appreciate and dominate in several key sports, and be an avid chef as to limit the years I have to cook for our family. But, I kid.

There are so many things that I cannot wait to teach you; to show and model for you. I hope I can show you how to love life and love Jesus most of all. He will transform your life in ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. When I think about my life even thus far, I can definitely say that the most fulfilling and wondrous experience for me has been walking in relationship with God. He cares for you so much more than I even have the capacity for. Don’t waste years of your life trying to find a wholeness in your Spirit without Jesus. I’ve tried. I’ve failed.

I know that having your parents in ministry will not be easy for you. There will be days when you absolutely hate what we do, and will wish for us to have chosen a 9-5 desk job with no ties to peoples’ hearts. I remember feeling the same way countless times growing up. I hope you can see in us the importance and joy found in investing in people. You will find that so much happiness comes in serving and loving others well.

I want you to know, that you were made with immaculate care and thought. Your body, your talents, your personality, were all crafted by a loving Father. You are celebrated. You are enough exactly as you are. I will reaffirm your identity often, and be mindful to continually walk in the Spirit so I don’t portray the opposite, in my view of myself, of what I say to you.

You cannot possibly perform for my love. I have no expectations that you must live up to.

I. AM. FOR. YOU.

I will be the annoyingly enthusiastic mom for wherever you feel your passions lie. You may have to be patient with me if you choose to pursue anything but sports. I’m not really sure what’s appropriate level of cheering for ballet performances, orchestra recitals, art shows etc. I’ll try not to be loud and obnoxious, but I cannot make any promises. Just know that I love you…and I can park around the corner so no one knows you’re associated with me.

You will become my most important ministry. Walking through life with you will erupt in me a contentment of being exactly in the place you were created for. Honestly, I hope by the time you arrive, I am more mature and selfless than as I’m writing this. I’m sure you will bring out a nature in me that no one else can, and one that I have doubted exists in my character.

I cannot wait to make a lifetime of memories with you.

I already love you.

Megan – a.k.a. The coolest future mom in North Lawrence, Ohio, [Population: 12]

 

What would you say to your future children? Or, if you know me, what would you say to mine? =) Leave me a comment, peeps!!

Confessions of a Blog-Stalker

“Hello, my name is Megan, and I’m a blog stalker.”

“Hello, Megan.”

Alright, let’s get started…..

It’s a problem, I know. I could spend hours a day reading blogs online. There are just so many GREAT bloggers out there [naturally, most of them are women =) ]. I love reading about other people’s lives, especially those in ministry. I can relate to these women, gain wisdom from them, and of course, laugh at their lives without them knowing =) But, as much as I like these blogs, I’ve found that reading them has had a definite effect on my own blogging.

I have actually had a lot of fun blogging lateley about silly things; Smoker’s lung & basketball, Bubble baths, my little sister etc. I’ve become more consistent, and I really enjoy the writing aspect of putting my thoughts down on, well, screen.

But, as much as I have enjoyed blogging, and blog stalking, I find myself trapped in this ever familiar struggle. Again.

Comparison.

I’m guilty of it so much more than I would like to admit. Fighting it takes a second-by-second focus. Thoughts run through my head about my ineptness or inadequacy compared to all these other women with unbelievable blogging talent. It stops me from writing about my heart, opinions, and passions. It stops me from writing seriously, because I only see myself falling short.

And don’t let me fool you into thinking that this stops in the blog realm of my life. This ugliness of comparison has shown it’s face in nearly every single area of my life:

Appearance. I believe the lie that other women are made so much more beautifully than myself. Comparing my body to other women I see is so second nature that I hardly recognize it anymore. My mind runs away with itself leaving me feeling ugly, ashamed of how I look.

Leadership. I don’t see the abilities God has given me to size up with other women in ministry. Why would someone want to follow me? How on earth could I impact a girl’s life for the gospel? I might as well refer her to someone else, for her own sake; so she can grow and get the best direction.

There are so many other realms of my life that I struggle comparing and measuring up to others. So often I think that if I tell anyone about this, I’ll be looked at differently, judged, not trusted. So I hide. I hide in my struggle and keep my emotions in the dark, in the dark where the lies grow stronger.

A good friend reminded me recently that it’s so hard to make progress or believe the truth over the lies when you aren’t telling anyone about it. In all this, the Lord has been so gracious to me in putting women in my life who continue to speak truth to me, and remind me of who the Lord says I am. I am sooooooo thankful for these women, and continue to process with them and the Lord daily.

So here’s to blogging, and blog stalking, and being content with yourself exactly how the Lord fashioned you before the beginning of the word.

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