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10 things you should know about me

I did this a few years ago, but it is time again. Here are ten things you should know about me…image

I started this blog two years ago for my friends to read after I moved. Turns out that none of them read my blog, but you do! You guys are from places like Belize, the Netherlands, Germany, Thailand & Poland to name a few.

I figured we should be friends so it won’t be so weird when I ask you if I can come and stay with you in your cool apartment in Moscow for my next vacation.

So,  here are ten things about me that will help us get to know each other!

1. I may not look the same whenever you see me next. Long, short, bangs, no bangs, blonde, red, brown and everywhere in between. I get bored with my hair very easily. OR maybe I am a spy. You pick.

2. I really love Subway sandwiches. They are truly a delight to me.

3. I won’t buy food from superstores. In my mind there is something fundamentally wrong with buying groceries from non-grocery stores. Wal-Mart  will never get me to buy food from them. Purchasing oranges at the same place I can buy tires is just unnatural.

4. I am a Type-A/Bohemian hybrid. Very driven. Constantly thinking. But with a whimsical spontaneity to it. You will find me trying to figure out a plan for how to run an AIDS clinic while swaying to Frank Sinatra with my hair up in an Italian scarf. It can really throw people off.

5. I have figured out how to stop global warming. No, I didn’t get any help from Al Gore on this. I came up with it myself. Simply cutting out this one thing will end it.

6. It took me 2 years to learn to cook a baked potato. Simple, you may think, but it wasn’t! Literally 2 years. I will save you the time and toil that I spent. Put the potato in an 350 degree oven for 2 hours. Now you can use your two years on something else.

7. I believe monkeys can be pets. When I was little I created a plan to convince my parents that we could, in fact, have monkeys as pets. I calculated how much they needed to eat, what it would cost, sketched a diagram of the monkey house I would build in the back yard, planned out their vaccinations…They didn’t go for it. I guess my parents are not quite as visionary as I am.

8. When I type, I hear my voice saying the words out loud. Just like Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail. I’d like to think that I don’t smirk and smile thoughtfully into the distance like she did while typing, but it is very likely that I do.

9. I wear sunscreen every day. Seriously, people. I have a soapbox about skin care. It’s not hard. Just put it on. When I lived in Seattle it would be 50 degrees and raining. This lady still put it on. Make fun if you will. Dermatologists love me.

10. I think I would enjoy gardening if it didn’t involve dirt. And bending over so much. But, I do love gardens. Particularly wild English gardens. I could sit in those for days. As long as I didn’t have to do any gardening.

See, wasn’t that nice? Are we friends yet? Honestly though, I wish I could sit and chat with each of you. Hear your stories and see pictures of where you are from.

Are you on Instagram? Twitter? Do you have a blog? I’d love to see you other places online. Let me know in the comments!

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Cultivating Your Future From Where You Are

An Uncomfrotable January2


via Lisa Congdon

Some of my Uncomfortable January posts are about doing things, like calling a friend or taking my dog to get acupuncture. Other posts are uncomfortable things I am choosing to think about such as adoption. This is one of those ‘thinking’ ones.

I sat down to think about this looming & nagging question that always tumbles around in my brain. It irritates me every time I think about it. Honestly, it stresses me out. I’m guessing it stresses you out too.

In the spirit of making myself uncomfortable, I pulled out my journal and went town with my thoughts on the following question:

How do cultivate my future from where I am?

Yep, we need to be content in the place God has for us. But, thinking about the future isn’t always indicative of wanting to skip the present. Sometimes we feel stuck in our seasons…even if we love them.

My stage of life is great & I never doubt its value. I love being a mom, but I know that in a few years my kids will be in school and it will be a new season. I have dreams for that season ahead. Things I want to do and be. But then I look at other people who have the same types of desires and they are already getting their graduate degrees and writing their books. I’m not writing books. I am reading Dr. Suess and Don’t Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus ( a great book by the way ) over and over and over. How will that ever compete with a Yale degree?

When I think about myself in 5 years it makes me squirm to think of being so behind. I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this.

Some of you are going back to school because you just now found what career you want to have…10 years after you graduated college the first time. Some of you are wanting to get married & have kids, but feel like by the time that happens all your friends will be buying prom dresses for their kids. You feel like you will be left behind. Perhaps you have longed to be a missionary overseas, but a family dynamic is keeping you here. Maybe it is a physical issue that has come up & put your whole life on hold.

Whatever it is, here we are. In our seasons.

I’m all for being fully present where I am. I genuinely love this season of life, but how do I invest in the seasons to come from where I am? Because, let’s be honest, you don’t just show up at 40 and start applying to be a director of an NGO.

As I was thinking about it, I had a thought. I’m not trying to get all Secret Garden on you, so bear with me. It’s the analogy I have.

Gardens take time to grow. Often I feel like I am trying to grow a beautiful garden but end up just throwing seeds out of my window. I don’t have time to go and work in the garden, weed it, water…blah, blah, blah. I’m inside changing diapers, making meals and writing blogs for you lovely people.

I randomly throw out seeds along the way. Reading articles, listening to podcasts on leadership development and volunteering during the kids’ naptimes to fight human trafficking. I’ll speak on occasion at various events, and brainstorm ways to solve poverty cycles over the phone with a friend while cooking spaghetti.

It’s not an accredited education or full-time experience. It’s little seeds of possibility I toss out my window into the yard in hopes that someday I’ll have a garden.

That is where God comes in. The random seed I throw during the week doesn’t fall haphazardly into a random spot. God takes it and plants it into the perfect position. He waters it when I’m not looking and makes it grow with a masterful plan.

I think in a few years I will walk out into the yard and find a wonderful space. One that has been growing for years outside my window. One cultivated just for me. I’ll laugh with delight and relief at how it all worked together.

We just throw out seeds as we can. Write a song in your spare time, audit a class, volunteer in a hospital, read a book from someone you aspire to be like…whatever seeds you have. Throw them out your window in faith now.

So, no matter what season we are in we can be content. Not because we aren’t supposed to be thinking about the future, but because God is taking our little and creating much on our behalf. He is teaching us lessons we don’t know we are learning and creating spaces for us in the future because He is one who goes before us. Making paths and directing steps.

He takes our feeble sand castles built on playgrounds and turns them into kingdoms. Solid, secure and thriving.


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Questions No One Asks Me


I’m gearing up for all the parties about to come at me this holiday season. Class parties at my kids schools, church parties, work parties…lots of parties. I am not really sure how introverts make it through the holidays. I’m an extrovert, but the amount of small talk that happens during all the holiday events is a bit taxing even for me.

Clusters of people standing around asking questions and getting to know each other. Networking & connecting over fruitcakes and cider. Over the years I have noticed there are some questions that no one ever asks me. The following are questions I regularly hear asked to others…but never me:

1. Did you make that? I hear this asked to other moms regularly. Their beaded necklace, their felt headband, their daughter’s dress…never me. No one ever asks if I made anything I ever wear.

2. Can I tweet that? Honestly, I hear this multiple times a week. Someone says something profound or funny and is asked if they mind being quoted on social media. I never get asked that, but for the record you are free to ‘tweet’ me.

3. Did you see the game? Guess I don’t look like a sports fan. I’m glad I get left out of these conversations because I would have to have them clarify which game. Then they would tell me the teams & I still wouldn’t even know what sport we are talking about.

4. Just get back from vacation? You look so tan and refreshed! I heard this question at my daughter’s school the other day between some moms. This has never been asked of me. Ever. First, I never look tan. Even if I did just get back from vacation. Second, I haven’t looked refreshed since my oldest was born six years ago.

5. Want to train for a marathon with us? My social circles have big problems. They all enjoy running. I could fill up all my fingers if I counted the times I’ve overheard this question in the past year. Not once was I asked. Kinda offended. Kinda relieved.

6. Can you take our picture? This is funny to me. I am not a horrible picture taker & am a bit stumped as to why I am never asked to take a picture for someeone. Always, without fail, the people will ask the person standing next to me to do the honors.

Those are just six of the questions I am never asked. I am sure there are more. What questions are you never asked? I’d love to know!


December 12, 2012 · 4:46 pm

Details Matter


Shoe Repair hut in Seattle

You haven’t seen any posts from me this week because I have been in Seattle on a work trip. If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, then you have seen extensive documentation of my time there. I just can’t help myself. I love it there.

One thing I love is the way every inch of space is used. Even if it doesn’t serve a functional purpose, it is made to be beautiful. The little details are never overlooked. This little shoe repair shop is a perfect example. Why shouldn’t it be beautiful? Who cares that it is in the middle of a parking lot & no one expects it to be anything more than functional?

This idea challenged me a lot this past trip. It doesn’t matter how big something is, it should be approached with significant value. My home, my schedule, my blog, my free time… all the things in my life. They aren’t little meaningless details.

They make up the greater picture of my life.

I want every aspect of my life to be full of inspiration and significance. Sometimes I forget that the details matter. How fantastic life would be if every square inch of it was designed with meaning & beauty?

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Mamas, you want this song!

This album is my favorite soundtrack for playing in my house. Their songs are imaginative & whimsical, but don’t have any annoying words that get stuck in your head like most kids songs.

If children playing had a sound, it would be this. Plus, it makes mama happy too. Win, win.

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November 17, 2012 · 3:08 pm