Tunnel of Spiders

Remember when God said I needed to work on fear? Remember when, in the span of ten days, He threw about 112 things in there that would work on that? Well at the two week mark, He threw in one more.

My friend Ronda (Jonathan's mom) acquired a boat this year, and the day arrived for the official boat launch.

Actually I think Jonathan was the most excited about this boat and spent hours lovingly waxing it and preparing it for its launch and maiden voyage. He asked if I wanted to come with the whole group – I would make the eighth member of the party – for McGee’s entry into the water. I’d been in the desert long enough to know some days were best spent alone and others were best spent in the company of friends, so I accepted the offer to go along.

We drove an hour and a half to get to their spot on the lake. We pulled into the parking lot and the driver backed the boat down into the water. I’d never before sat in a boat as it moved from land to water, so I snapped pictures at an alarming rate, determined to capture every moment.

The launching site they used was just beside the road that ran next to their house. The main part of the lake, however, was on the other side of the road. I knew from my previous visits to the lake that the path that led from one side of the lake to the other ran through a massive corrugated pipe tunnel underneath the road. I’d watched fishing boats and even a pontoon or two make that slow and narrow trek as I sat on the grassy bank beside the piers last year.
I anticipated that portion of the journey.

What I did not anticipate were the words that came out of Jonathan’s mouth. While I sat in the side seat of the boat, happily snapping pictures of those in the back, I heard him say, “Rebekah, can you get up in the front and guide the boat?”

I also knew what that meant. I’d seen the occupants of last year’s boats do it. They stood in the boat and walked their hands along the top of that pipe, keeping the boat on a straight course as it glided through the water.








As Jonathan made this request, please note that the front of the boat was just a few feet from the entrance to the tunnel. I abandoned my precious camera and climbed over the life jackets and beach towels that had been tossed in the front of the boat earlier. I reached for the top of the tunnel and found it surprisingly difficult to guide the heavy boat with just my fingertips.

The boat began to drift toward the edge of the tunnel and I desperately grabbed at a thick bolt protruding from the ceiling. Though the tunnel was dark, enough light drifted in to reveal a series of fully inhabited spider webs.

You do not understand my fear of spiders.

I grew up in the country and spiders – even little granddaddy longlegs – made frequent appearances in our home. More times than I can count, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, pulled back the curtain to climb in and found a spider taking a stroll along the wall. I’d grab a towel, wrap up faster than I thought humanly possible, and tear through the house hollering for my Dad to go kill that thing! I had to be specific about the demise of the spider because he’d often collect it and relocate it to our back room. But when that happened, the scene was likely to be repeated the next day. I preferred to put an end to shower spider misery.

And yet that night, I stood hunched over in the boat (the water was so high it was impossible to stand without hitting my head) furiously grabbing at bolts, well aware that I could not be responsible for McGee’s crash before he ever really got into the lake, and screeching each time my hand drew precariously near to a sticky web filled with water droplets, tiny bugs, and the patriarch spider in all his fat glory.

Ronda, was kind enough to come to my rescue and help guide the other side of the boat. When we emerged safely into the main lake, I collapsed back into my seat and reflected on what I’d just done. I…Rebekah J. Freelan…had helped guide a boat through a spider infested tunnel. I’d placed my hands on the walls and I’d accepted that I had to think of the good of the boat above the fear of the spiders. I couldn’t stop to focus on the fear. I just had to plod through it until the boat emerged into its lake.

Before the Morning

Late that night, after the exhaustion that had been my day, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to know if I was going to see Isaac that weekend. I knew in my heart the answer was no, but my deep desire to hope for a miracle still surfaced, and I had to know. So in the wee hours of the morning, I found myself texting back and forth with him for just a bit.

And the answer was no. It wasn't a good weekend to visit.

I sobbed in my bed. When was God going to bring about this miracle? In my lifetime?

I could tell from his texts that he was still deeply hurting. The Isaac I knew...the Isaac I'd fallen in love with...was not the Isaac texting me. In those early days, I seemed to have the ability to calm and comfort him when he was hurting and anxious. This day it wasn't there.

When I awakened the next morning, I heard a song I'd never heard before. And I'll be honest with you and tell you there are a couple parts of this song I don't like. They seemed too fluffy in the face of the deep, wrenching pain I felt. But most of the lyrics were so perfect.




I immediately opened the computer and sent the lyrics to Isaac, along with this message:

Isaac, I BELIEVE with all my heart that God has a powerful testimony to build in each of us individually and also in our story together. He has even said that to my heart. So yes, I do pray that one day we will be able to see the reason for all this and more than that, I am confident that we WILL see it.

This time apart from you is hard for me, but I'm so aware that God is at work. And I know the time itself is harder still for you - maybe not because you're apart from me but just because you hurt.
I spent the rest of the day clinging to the lyrics of that song:


Would you dare, would you dare to believe
That you still got a reason to sing
Cause the pain that you’ve been feeling
It can’t compare to the joy that’s coming
Come on you gotta wait for the light
Press on and just fight the good fight
Cause the pain that you’ve been feeling
It’s just the hurt before the healing
Oh the pain that you’ve been feeling
It’s just the dark before the morning

You'll get to see this as you keep reading but I literally cannot tell you the amount of times over the next several weeks I heard this song. Dozens and dozens. (And that was all on the radio, which I don't even listen to with great frequency.) It became my personal message from the Lord, I believed.

I journaled later that day,

I felt You so near me – loved Your presence, loving Father. Thank You for encouraging me. Thank You for being near and comforting.

Judy told me – who better to pray for Isaac than the woman who loves him? Keep me faithful to pray!

Later, You reminded me…I trusted You FOR him…now I need to trust You WITH him. Oh Father. Do help me.

Streams today was based off Numbers 22:17 – “Spring up, o well! Sing about it.” It says, “What a beautiful picture this is! And it describes for us the river of blessings that flows through our lives. If only we will respond with faith and praise, we will find our needs supplied even in the most barren desert . Again, how did the children of Israel reach the water of this well? It was through praise. While standing on the burning sand and digging the well with their staff of promise, they sang a praise song of faith. Have you learned to praise Him in advance for answers yet to come?”

Cake Mix Cookies

I don't know about you, but all the desert reading makes me need a cookie! So I thought I'd pop in with a recipe in case you're in need of a cookie too.

This recipe is one I learned about last year from someone at church. We have a carry-in dinner every week before our mid-week service, and one night there were some pretty fabulous cookies on the table. I found out they were cake mix cookies and this recipe quickly became my staple for cookies when I need them quickly and don't have much time or energy to turn out a batch of "real cookies."

The nice thing about this recipe, too, is you can customize it to any old flavor you like! I was thinking the other day I should go get a spice cake mix and make some spice cookies with it.

Lately this has been my go-to recipe when people drop by and I feel the need to serve them something (because I am my mother's child) and I don't have time to make something more elaborate. Tonight, for example, I was helping Jonathan with a school project. Now everyone knows you can think better with food! But I was doing laundry and washing dishes and multi-tasking a few other things too, so I didn't have time to cook much. I made these...TOTAL HIT!


The Recipe

1 cake mix (any flavor...this time I used chocolate)
1/3 cup vegetable oil
2 eggs
1/2 bag chocolate chips (substitute nuts or leave out entirely with other cake flavors)

Mix ingredients in bowl. Drop by teaspoonfuls on greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for 10 minutes.


I often use devil's food cake mix but any flavor will work! In this picture, I also put my favorite canned frosting - Betty Crocker's Rainbow Chip frosting. I always have some on hand to eat on graham crackers, but I like to spread it on these cookies too! (The cookies I made for this photo shoot never ended up frosted, so I wanted to at least point that out.)


I just dump everything except the chocolate chips in the bowl...

And mix it up well. It is a very super thick batter. Almost impossible to stir well by the end, it's so thick, actually.

Then, because one can never have too much chocolate, I added the chocolate chips...

This time, rather than using a regular cookie sheet, I used my Pampered Chef stone. I did not grease it. I had no issues getting the cookies off the stone.

When the cookies came out of the oven, I let them rest on the stone for just a couple of minutes before transferring them to a wire rack. They're pretty soft at first, so waiting just a minute seems to help.

They're really soft and fine to eat with no frosting - but of course you can always add that!

How Long Must I Pray?

Day two of the serenade presented a song by a group called Tenth Avenue North. I admit I don't know their music - and this may have even been the first time I heard this song. But again, I couldn't believe how appropriate the words were for my life.




I'm not a song writer. You've probably gathered that I'm much too wordy for my own good. But if I could write songs, this one could have been my theme. Especially these lines:

“How long must I wait, must I wait for You? How long til I see Your face, see You shining through? I’m on my knees, begging You to notice me. I’m on my knees, Father, will You turn to me?...Could the Maker of the stars hear the sound of my breakin’ heart?...Right now I can barely stand. If You’re everything You say You are, won’t You come close and hold my heart?"

I wrote the words to the song in my journal and kept it open on my desk all day at work. In fact, this began the season when I couldn't be away from my journal or my Bible. I carried them with me everywhere. To work...to lunch...everywhere. I never knew when I might start gasping for air and I'd have to write a prayer in order to get through the moment. And I also never knew when God might say something to me and I didn't want to lose any of it. This journey was much too important to lose.

I wrote things like, Help me. It’s early in the day yet, but I am struggling. It’s the 25th – the day he told me he loved me and now I wonder if he remembers me at all. Hold me today. I need to cast my anxiety on You instead of clutching it to myself. Help me, Jesus, today.
Later that day, Isaac posted an update on his blog. Since it was the only way I could know what was going on in his world, I lived for those updates. And they were pretty infrequent. Among other things, that day he told the story of Nate's little boy having a seizure. (This had actually happened while I was in Virginia Beach, and I'd heard about it through the grapevine, but this was the first he wrote about it.) As he wrote about how terrifying that experience had been to witness, I grew angry.
Angry that I was not there with him for that. When I was nine, I babysat a little boy just about his nephew's age who had the very same kind of seizure. I literally knew exactly what he meant about how scary it was to watch. It was one of those moments when I could have helped. I could have related. I could have understood. And yet it felt like he didn’t want me. And that made me so angry.

That night, I needed some sort of interaction. During this particular part of the desert, I was such a mess, I was completely holed up in my house most of the time. I had stopped doing social things entirely. The only reason I got out of the house was if someone came and made me go somewhere. I was literally incapable of initiating any sort of plans on my own. But that night, being alone was the worst thing for me, and I knew it.

So I got online and started chatting with my brother-in-law, who, by the way, is one of the wisest people I know. He said to me, as I shared with him the way Satan seemed to be after me, “You are so listening to the Lord. Let it be a divine appointment from Him. Trust the Lord, the Lover of your soul, to take your deepest need into consideration and to do what is absolutely best for you, even if it is uncomfortable. You know where doubt, accusation, and such come from…Anita Schrock used to say run from that because it smells like fire from the pit of hell.”

Another way God spoke to me during my entire desert was through the words people wrote on their blogs. I learned that specifically the blogs of moms who had lost children or struggled with infertility seemed to touch me the most. They were honest about their questions, doubts, fears, and anger in the face of delayed desires. This night, Kelly's blog said, “Count EVERYTHING you go through as joy because you don’t know what kind of testimony God is building in you and who in your life you will be able to encourage and how you will one day be used because of what you have faced.” I knew it was true, but I wasn’t sure I could count this sickening journey as joy.

That night I journaled, Streams says, “Oh if only Job had known, as he sat in the ashes, troubling his heart over the thought of God’s providence, that millions down through history would look back on his trials. He might have taken courage in the fact that his experience would be a help to others throughout the world…We never know the trials that await us in the days ahead. We may not be able to see the light through our struggles, but we can believe that those days, as in the life of Job, will be the most significant as we are called upon to live. Who has not learned that our most sorrowful days are frequently our best?”
I also went back to Gloria Gaither’s comments at the World Changers convocation back in March. She said this completely off the cuff, but it became a foundation in my desert: “Serving God is going with what you know to do today with all the passion you have…Because it’s not about the long-range plans. It’s about being faithful, with passion, for this moment. My mother used to say, ‘God’s will for your life is God’s will for this moment.’”

Jesus, keep me so faithful. Faithful to love and to pray for my sweet boy. Faithful to allow Your loving, refining hand to reign over my life. Faithful to trust You in this silence. Faithful to believe I know how to hear You. Faithful to serve You by sitting quietly and listening. Faithful to prepare. Oh Jesus. My life has been preparation. Keep me going now my Lord God.

Six a.m. Serenades Begin

Today's desert tale includes something I alluded to a while back in real-time, but today I want to tell you how it began. In case your Sunday afternoon nap wiped out your memory of where I stopped desert-talking on Saturday...I'd just driven down to the airport, by myself, to pick up Jonathan from his midnight plane arrival. Needless to say, by the time we got home, it was pretty late. I think I finally fell asleep sometime around three in the morning.

Three short hours later, my alarm went off for work. I wake up to the radio because I don't believe in the annoying BEEP BEEP BEEP sound. And that particular morning, the song that played was one of my favorites. Not only was it a favorite, it suddenly seemed very appropriate for my life.

The song is Selah's Unredeemed. Here is my favorite rendition of the song:




I love all the lyrics to this song, but that day, these were the parts in particular that stood out to me:

“Life breaks and falls apart. But we know these are places where grace is soon to be so amazing. It may be unfulfilled, it may be unrestored, but when anything that’s shattered is laid before the Lord, just watch and see: it will not be unredeemed. You never know the miracle the Father has in store.” Oh my Jesus. Be magnificent and miraculous in our story.

My life had certainly broken and fallen apart. And I literally (nearly physically) clung to the hope that God's grace was about to be amazing in my life. I had come to practice taking the shattered pieces of my life and laying them before the Lord because I didn't know what else to do with them. I needed God to have a miracle. I couldn't breathe if He didn't have the promise of one. So I chose to believe He did.

I had no idea that the playing of Unredeemed that morning was just the start of weeks and weeks of songs that went straight from the station playlist to my soul. It was one of the sweet messages Jesus sent to me each day. I won't go so far as to say I looked forward to the morning (let's not get crazy, here!) but I will say I wondered each day what song God had planned for me. Nothing will convince me that He was not penning that playlist from His Throne!

Also appropriate (not surprisingly) that day...the words from my lifeline of Streams in the Desert. I wrote in my journal, based on Genesis 21:2 – “Sarah became pregnant and bore a son to Abraham in his old age, at the very time God had promised him.” And oh Jesus, have You not given me a promise, too? Have You not spoken? It says, “We must be prepared to wait on God’s timing. His timing is precise, for He does things ‘at the very time’ He has set. It is not for us to know His timing, and in fact, we cannot know it – we must wait for it…So take heart, dear child, when God requires you to wait. The One you wait for will not disappoint you. He will never be even five minutes behind ‘the appointed time.’” Oh my precious Jesus, strengthen my heart to trust Your perfect time. It is not mine to understand.

I also couldn't breathe unless I clung to the hope that He would not disappoint me. Hadn't that one verse I'd read over and over...the one Isaac shared with me from Romans...said that hope does not disappoint? And didn't I serve a God of hope?

Something else that began that day...actually I think it began the day before, but I didn't become fully aware of it until Monday...was the start of the most intense spiritual attack I've ever been under in my life. This was the lowest of the low of this entire desert. You are peeking into day one of the lowest.

I hesitate to share this next part because if Isaac is still reading, I know this is going to hurt him and I really don't want to do that. But to be fair to the chronicle of the desert and the way God worked in my heart during it, I don't want you to think these thoughts never came. Because they sure did. So I will take the risk of sharing.

That night, I wrote, Precious Jesus…my desert is difficult tonight. I miss my sweet Isaac. Truthfully? Right now? I feel so forgotten. Does he remember me at all? Does he still have a Bekah in his life? Does he ever think of me? Will he want to heal? Will he want me back? Has he found someone else? Oh Jesus! Help my unbelief!

Protect me from the temptations. The temptation to call or text him. Give me the strength to be silent before You and wait for his pursuit. The temptations of the attentions of others. Satan has dangled them before me. Keep me faithful. Isaac is my desire, and I know he is worth the wait.

Jesus, this weekend was supposed to be when I met his family. When I got to see him for three days. Logic tells me it’s not happening, but oh how I wish You would plant a desire within him to see me. How I wish he would call and ask me to be there. Oh Father, my longing is great. Sustain me in the ache.

Sunday Smattering

Very.

Busy.

Week.

Last Sunday morning, I did a tour-de-churches...none of them my own. I began at a church here in town, where I attended the baby dedication for a good friend's baby. (She has asked for complete online anonymity where the baby is concerned, so I can't say any more than that or show you any pictures.) The church had more announcements than ANY OTHER CHURCH I've ever been to in my whole life, and I started to worry I'd not get away in time to make it to church #2, but I did - with literal seconds to spare.

Church #2 was my parents' church, Hazel Dell Friends:

I went to their church for "Book Tour: Stop One" - which you can read about over on the book blog.


Sunday evening I watched the Colts game - and this was my favorite moment of the whole game:

Monday evening was ice cream time! A few days back, the National Quartet Convention was held in Louisville, Kentucky, and that was the next to the last thing Isaac and I had planned to do together. I handled the loss of that none too gracefully, I'm afraid, so I asked Jonathan if we could drown it in some ice cream. He was busy during the actual days of the NQC, so we had to take a rain check. We also watched the Braves/Phillies game, because an IWU alum, Brandon Beachy made his MLB debut during that game. I didn't know Brandon personally, but I knew of him from work, so I wanted to watch his game. Pretty exciting!

Tuesday was manicure night. I traded in Fedora for Wildfire:

Tuesday was also the first episode of the Biggest Loser. Anyone else watching that this season?

Wednesday evening I went to church, and my favorite quote of the night was this: "I asked God, Where should I grow next?" At first I thought I just heard wrong and it was Where should I go next? But then I knew I heard correctly...and I really liked that mindset!

Thursday evening was "stay-home-and-rest-to-try-to-avoid-getting-sick" night. This entire week has been very challenging at work. Much discouragement and many tears on my part (sometimes I take my job far too personally). I'm sure the lack of rest wasn't helping any.

Friday I didn't feel well at all, and of course, it was the first visit day of the year. (Visit days are the days when high school students come to see the campus, and I always attend the academic/athletic fair to represent the office. Therefore, visit days require actually doing my hair and makeup, wearing extra dressy clothes, and being super perky. Tough to do when feeling sick!) So Friday evening, I hunkered down in the fat chair and worked on my next online scrapbook. Got most of it done!

Saturday I prepared for the next game night with my high school buddies! First, I had to go grocery shopping, so I could make dessert....

This time we played a game called Finish Lines (I stunk at that)...followed by a version of dominoes. A very fancy version of dominoes:

I was SO CLOSE to winning one of the games. (Yes, only one. But that's really big for me!) I had my very last domino and I even had a place to play it! And the person who got a turn right before me played her last one and won the game.

Sadness.

But I had much fun at game night! And that concludes another week in Bekahland!

Boot Camp Continues

In all the beauty that surrounded that Sunday afternoon on the back porch, God was stirring up a boot camp special just for me. Remember those things I was supposed to be working on in my desert? Remember how fear was one of them? In the span of just 10 days prior to that afternoon, I had:

1) Driven on an interstate, around Indianapolis, and missed my exit getting to my sister's house.
2) Flown alone for the first time ever.
3) Flown alone for the second time ever.
4) Driven home on the interestate after my trip to Virginia Beach
5) Driven on the interstate AGAIN to go to my sister's for the concert (this time had a detour).
6) Driven home AGAIN on the interstate.

And yet I still hated the thing.

But Sunday afternoon as God and I had that conversation you read a couple of days ago, I received a message from my friend Ronda, who is Jonathan's mom. The same day I'd left for Virginia Beach, Jonathan had left on a road trip of his own. As we'd briefly chatted about our vacations prior to leaving, I'd said something about being able to pick him up at the airport if he needed a ride. I only said it because I thought it unlikely to occur.

That was because I didn't know about boot camp.

Ronda called and said Jonathan had mentioned I'd be able to pick him up. She was supposed to go get him, but she was so tired, and she knew I wasn't sleeping anyway, so she wondered if I really could get him.

I gulped.

And yet I'd been chanting Philippians 4:13 with great fervor throughout the desert journey. If I could get out of bed with God's strength, certainly airport navigation could be done with the same strength.

So I said yes.

First order of business? Look up the airport route online. I entered my starting and ending destinations and studied the path it laid out for me. The roads didn’t look quite like the path Ronda recommended on the phone.

Second order of business? Consult a local. I sent a message to a friend who lives near the airport and asked advice for the best route. He advised the same path Ronda told me about, so I dug into the recesses of random mental trivia and recalled the time I’d watched Isaac searching for directions online. He’d dragged the path on the computer screen until it fit the way he wanted it to go, and the directions recalculated for him. I tried it and it worked! (Now why couldn’t the path through the wilderness submit to that sort of thing?)

Third order of business? Find a GPS. I’m so technologically behind, it’s embarrassing. One of the dozens of gadgets I don’t own is a GPS. But somehow, the idea of navigating a four lane highway in the heart of the city, after dark, with printed instructions in twelve point font seemed to point to disaster. Though I’m ordinarily opposed to asking for charity, I allowed logic to overrule pride for a moment and called my friend, Judy, who had once offered to loan me her GPS for another trip. She was home and not planning to make a midnight run anywhere, so I was free to borrow it. By the time I got to her house, she had even charged it and put in the directions so it would be ready for use.

Fourth order of business? Read the online directions again and again, just in case the GPS failed. I memorized exit numbers and tried to envision general paths.

And so it was that at 10:00, I slid into the driver’s seat of my car and plopped the borrowed GPS on my dash. Squaring my shoulders and grasping the wheel firmly at 10 and 2, I pointed my car toward the interstate and began my journey. The road was blessedly empty at that time of night and I navigated smoothly toward the heart of the city.

Suddenly the road that I thought would be a straight shot from the interstate to the airport began to curve and merge and because I was stuck behind a semi (with construction barriers bursting past dreadfully close to my passenger side), I couldn’t see the signs. With blood pressure rising, I phoned the local who had earlier advised me on the route. He assured me I was still on the right road and told me it would continue to do that until I got to the airport. Why don’t people tell me these things?

My little GPS man continued to feed me evenly spoken directions and at last, I found myself headed toward the parking lot to sit and wait for the call to come to the curb. I double checked the locks on my doors (after all, it was midnight) and pulled out the prayer cards I’d brought to occupy my wait.

When I received the message saying the plane had just landed, I looked out the car window and said, Thank You, LORD. Who would have thought that this girl who was crippled by fear of city driving for so many years would rather impulsively borrow a GPS, hop in her car, drive alone at night to the airport and do it all successfully?

Jonathan found his way to the door of the airport and I sidled up next to the curb and popped the trunk for his suitcase. As I hopped out of the car I said with perhaps a bit too much eagerness, “Hey, you want to drive home?” After all, let’s not get too crazy with this fear conquering!

But I remember the thought that occurred to me shortly before the road got crazy on me: The desert is kind of like driving to the airport. One sign at a time. One mile at a time. You just go forward. Sometimes it’s a straight shot. Sometimes it’s crazy curvy and confusing. Sometimes it’s easy going. Sometimes it’s fast and scary. But you do it. You call for help when you need…you listen to the Voice feeding you the directions…and eventually you arrive. And it’s all done in His strength.

Show Us Your Life: Master Bedroom

I told you last week my house was old...and because it's old, it doesn't actually have a master bedroom. The master bedroom, therefore, becomes whatever room I determine is the master. And right now, I pick the biggest bedroom!

I've decided that while I'm still single and can do whatever I want...I want a purple bedroom. If I ever get married, we can pick a more guy-appropriate color. I redid this room about three or four years ago, and my entire goal was to do it on a budget. Mission accomplished!

I got this bed-in-a-bag on a pretty significant sale...and I built the rest of the room around it.

In college (freshman year, no less) I found myself nicknamed Princess by my new friends, and it stuck. So every now and then people give me "princess gear." Here are a couple of gifts that hang out on the bed just because they can. The bunny is a Build-A-Bear bunny that my former roommate gave me one year. I used to have this soft pale green bunny named Hippity, but after the tornado, I sent him out to my niece, since I thought she could use some Hippity. Angela decided to replace him with this guy. Loved it!

I ended up decorating for fall tonight, so here's one of the decorations that landed in the bedroom. I love this little cornucopia. A few years ago, my boss's wife started selling Homemaker's Idea (a home-based party business) products, so lots of people I knew had parties for her. As a result, I ended up investing in quite a bit of their stuff in a short period of time. This was one of those things...and I love it.

Another home party that I used to go to often was from the Party Lite business. (Candles.) This was one of my favorite things I earned free from that. The bottom is a vase, which I usually fill with glass marbles. And the top part holds a tealight - and can be its own holder or stack up like this.

Bought this for about two bucks a while ago when a bookstore was going out of business. I keep it in my room to remind me to pray for my Mr. Missing.

Mom gave me this as a gift several years ago. It's really supposed to be outside, but I didn't want it to get all weather-worn. I decided to put leaves under it to give it that outdoor feel.

This little table was a castoff from my parents. FREE FURNITURE!! :) I've used it in several different rooms over the years, but for now it's a bedroom feature. Behind it you can see the wall striping. That took forever, but I loved the way it turned out. I used three shades of purple in the room. The darkest purple and lightest purple are in the stripes, and the medium is the top part of the wall. Dad hung a white chair rail for me. Love it! The room is pretty dark, but I don't care because it's a bedroom.

I went with Mom to tour a show home and the designer had used one of these little jobbies for an earring holder. Loved it. Went straight to Hobby Lobby and bought my own! Now I can find my earrings quickly in the morning, which is important since I'm usually not the owner of many spare minutes!

My best friend gave me this oil lamp as a gift several years ago and I just redecorated it for fall. The vase part can have anything put in it to match the decor...and the top part is the actual lamp. I am having a hard time finding replacement wicks though!

My floors are hardwood, but Mom and Dad gave me this extra little rug just for fun. (Look who wanted to pose on it for pictures!) If you're reading along with the desert tale, you'll soon hear much about this rug. It became a huge place of prayer for me.

This is one of my favorite parts of the room. I found this idea on HGTV. When I first redid the room, this was the "headboard" to my bed. But I switched things around and now it's the backdrop to the dresser. The curtain hides an attic door.

Told you I love pictures everywhere!

And I know this is NOT the bedroom. You already saw the fireplace last week...but I decorated it for fall and I loved it so much I just had to show you!!

Thanks for reading along...adventures from the desert will resume tomorrow!

Sunday Afternoon Outside

The Sunday before Memorial Day weekend was absolutely gorgeous. Sunny, not too hot, not too cold, a slight breeze. GORGEOUS. So after I came home from church, I took my laptop and my journal and headed outside to my little patio table to enjoy some fresh air. (Being inside my house was still too hard for me.)

So I sat and wrote from my heart to my Jesus...

You are moving in ways I can’t grasp. What must You be doing in Isaac?

I never thought healing in my heart was possible. I never thought I could breathe again. Never thought I would laugh again – at least until he came back to me. I never dreamed I would care about my own life again. And that I would have any reason to hope or live. And yet I feel some zest for life creeping back toward me.

As I sat there, I read from Ephesians. (I have a set of verses...one for every letter of the alphabet...that I've been praying for my Mr. Missing husband for several years now. One of the verses comes from Ephesians, where it talks about how husbands should love their wives as Christ loved the church. That was what I read as I journaled this next part...)

Even so, Jesus, how I miss my sweet boy. Lord God, I want to pray a new prayer over him. You’ve told me You’ll bring him back healed and restored and better able to love me than before – and today as I read one of my husband verses in Ephesians, I realized this whole CHAPTER is pivotal, or this whole section, rather:

“Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.” (Ephesians 5:22-24)

Help me to submit to You in this time – even while I pray that You will be at work in him in such a way that I can safely submit to him when You bring him back to me. Make him into the husband I can trust. The one who is head over me in a way that honors YOU.


“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless.” (Ephesians 5:25-27)

Lord, teach him now, in this wilderness, how to love me. Lift him up, precious Jesus, and give him worth as a leader. Open his eyes to what he’s capable of doing. Plant in him a desire to love me as You love me. Let our love be tender and let it point to You in all things.

As I read those prayers now, the hurting part of me wonders if those were moments wasted, but the logical part of me knows they weren't. If Isaac ever chooses to marry, I hope those prayers I prayed for him will make him a better husband for his wife. And I don't know whether or not anyone will choose to marry me, but if so, I hope the prayers I prayed for myself in those moments will make me a better woman for that role.

Jesus, THANK YOU for this storm. Thank You for this wilderness. Thank You for taking a risk on me. Thank You for seeing something in me I couldn’t/can’t see. Thank You for holding me. Thank You for getting me out of bed every day and pushing me to work and to exercise and to feed the cats and to do laundry.

Thank You for crying with me, interceding before the Father, and for giving me hope.

And Oh, God, how I wish I knew what You were doing in Isaac right now. How I wish I understood Your ways – and yet I know they are so beyond me.

This is consecrated time. Of that, I am sure. Jesus, help me to redeem the time. Help me to not waste it. Help me to be uplifted and help me to trust You in this wilderness.

Life is good, Jesus. Sitting here on the back porch, at my table, feeling the breeze against my arm, drinking chai, chatting online with Angela, looking out at green grass and sunny skies with a hint of clouds. My pitiful rosebushes are blooming. The weeds are alive and here I am – actually enjoying this life.

Well God, I’ve reached the end of another prayer journal. The end of another piece of the journey I share with You. I was in a drought when I entered this book and I’m leaving it in a desert. But, my precious Jesus – Blessed be Your name...when I’m found in the desert place... though I walk through the wilderness...blessed be your name. When the darkness closes in, Lord, still I will say: BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!

Psalm 40 – Oh Jesus, hear my cry. Lift me – lift ISAAC– out of the slimy pit. Set our feet on a rock and put a new song in our mouth. Let our story – our lives – be a testimony to others. Bring about the wonders You have planned in our lives – in our relationship.

I do desire to do Your will. I know Isaac desires the same. Let us speak of Your faithfulness.

Save us. Save our love. Be big in our lives. Be our magnificent obsession.

Oh, do not delay, Father. Work a mighty work. Be glorified.

And Jesus, as I start a new journal, I take with me the cry of my heart – oh may all who come behind me find me faithful. Jesus, keep me faithful to YOU. Keep me faithful to my sweet Isaac. Keep me faithful in this journey. You know the way that I take. Please keep me close to Your side and bring me forth as gold. Hasten the Promised Land, sweet Jesus. Be glorified.

Conversations with God...

The day after the Gaither concert, I went on a (semi-huge) shopping spree down in Indianapolis to get some clothes that actually fit. I was tired of the work ladies complaining about my baggy pants...but more than that, some of the pants were actually starting to fall down while on me. This is NOT a good thing. Armed with a new stash of fitting clothes, I came home.

But despite my determination to participate in things like concerts and shopping, my heart was never far from conversing with the Lord.

One of the things I struggled with that day was knowing that the following weekend was Memorial Day weekend. Back in the pre-wilderness days, Isaac had invited me to visit him at his parents' home to meet the family over that weekend. Given that we were "wildernessing" and really at that point, not even talking, I was pretty certain the road trip was off. But my heart wanted so much to believe God was about to rock a miracle in my world, I refused to give in to the possibility of anything less.

My heart has ached today, Jesus. Memorial Day is next weekend and my thoughts struggle to accept the reality of not going. I know it is still a week away and perhaps, somehow, You are working to create a way for me to go as planned, but I feel I must prepare also to not go and to trust that if that’s the case, You are still faithful. 

That last sentence stands out to me as I read it now, because that became the core of my struggle in the not-too-distant future. I had to learn how to accept that HE was still faithful as Almighty God even when the miracle my heart knew I'd been promised did not materialize.

Lord, how do I learn to wait patiently before You? 

That's the closest you'll ever get to hearing me pray for patience. :)

Guess what Streams used as a verse that day? Good old Psalm 37:5 - "Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this." Psalm 37...the chapter that started the whole journey back in February...surfaced again! Streams went on to say...

“The literal meaning of this verse is, ‘Roll your way onto Jehovah and trust upon Him and He works'...When does He work? He works now. We act as if God does not immediately accept our trust in Him and thereby delays accomplishing what we ask Him to do. We fail to understand that He works as we commit. He works now! Our expectation that He will work is the very thing enabling the Holy Spirit to accomplish what we have rolled onto Him. At that point, it is out of our grasp and we are not to try to do it ourselves. He works! Take comfort from this and do not try to pick it up again. What a relief there is in knowing He really is at work in our difficulty! He works if you have rolled your burdens onto Him and are looking unto Jesus to do it. Your faith may be tested, but He works. The Lord will follow through on His covenant promises. Whatever He takes and holds in His hand, He will accomplish. Therefore His past mercies are guarantees for the future and worthy reasons for continuing to cry out to Him.”

Lord, You and I did have a good talk on the drive home today – in which I know I heard You ask me to stay faithful – to let You love me – to trust You, to be ready for the door to blow wide open…to be prepared to move quickly.
Again...as I read this now, the phrase "to let You love me" stands out. I didn't understand that day what God wanted when He whispered those words to my heart that day!

Oh Father, I roll the burden to You. You see my sweet Isaac. Heal his heart. Love him. Carry him. Set him free. Teach him to love me as You love the church.

Jesus, I do believe Your covenant and I believe You have spoken and You will fulfill. You will be big in our lives. You will restore love and wholeness.

God Gave a Song

** I interrupt this desert tale to notify you I've put up a new post over on the book blog. Hint! First speaking engagement! AND - there's another blog post unrelated to the desert below this one. Funny old picture of Bekah if you need a good laugh!**

I did, in fact, survive the rest of my vacation, and I returned to work. The day I returned to work, I knew in my heart that Isaac was struggling. I just knew his heart. And that night I poured out such fervent prayer in my journal that I cannot even bring myself to post the words. Isaac has not read them, but I feel to post them would be too raw for either of us, so I can't.

And what I'm going to talk about today is something I actually posted about before, but now that you know the rest of the story, you can appreciate it that much more.

Suffice it to say, even though I can't post that prayer, my heart was completely broken. Completely aching.

And right then came the Gaither concert. The concert I never would have gone to of my own accord, but my sister wanted to go so she could see Michael English. (Who, unfortunately, was not even there that night.) The concert we booked in January. Before I even met Isaac.

You can't tell me God isn't behind this stuff.

I posted a super extensive post about this concert back in May, complete with pictures, but tonight I want to post for you the three songs that spoke to me the most that night.

The first one was called The Promise, sung by the Martins. I'd never heard this song before, because the ONE album of theirs that I don't own is the one that contains this song. But sitting there in the audience, this one reduced me to tears. (And not pretty ones.) I posted the video that has the captions rolling so you can see the words, but the part that got me the most was the chorus, which says,

'Cause you know I made a promise that I intend to keep
My grace will be sufficient in your time of need
My love will be the anchor that you can hold onto
This is the promise, this is the promise I've made to you.
And in those words, I was reminded that my sweet Heavenly Father made a promise to me. And I gritted my teeth in the determination that He would be faithful to do as He said.



The second song that unexpectedly "got" me was Mark Lowry's song Make it Real. Normally I don't like this song (not peppy enough) but that night, it could have been my life story.

There must be some good reason why You brought me here
Through valleys where the shadows hover close
Down here there's a mask to cover every face
But Your sweet Face I long to see the most
So if You think there's just the slightest hope for me
In spite of all my questions and my doubts
Then let me hear Your still small Voice speak out my name
And let me know what others talk about.

And I needed just that. I needed to know God had not abandoned me in this wilderness.


When Mark sang that night, he worked part of this song into the one posted above, but I couldn't find it that way online. But this song made me literally sob in my seat, because it was one I'd learned not too many months before the desert began, and I'd been singing it to myself over and over in the recent days. I believe...help Thou my unbelief...I walk into the unknown...trusting...


And this last song, aside from being one of my favorites in general, was part of the birthday gift I'd given Isaac just weeks earlier. The lyrics were what I hoped he'd come to know and love about me.

I am His child and I am not afraid...I know how fear builds walls instead of bridges...When relationships demand commitment, then I'll be there to care and follow through...Your Kingdom come around and through and in me...Your power and glory, let them shine through me...Your hallowed name, oh may I bear with honor...and may Your living Kingdom come in me.


A simple concert. A night of entertainment. And yet completely ordained by God months in advance...all the way down to the song set and the girl sporting pink shirt and baggy capris down in the ninth row.

He doesn't miss a thing.

Happy Anniversary....

25 years ago today...I was much shorter...sported a red dress...and a tight French Braid (sealed with a rubber band from a set of braces because it was all the hair stylist could find in her station)...and carried a little basket, from which I dropped red rose petals down an aisle...

...while my oldest sister got married. Happy anniversary Lori and Jeff! Congratulations on 25 years!

And because September 21 is such a popular day of love, 8 years ago I put on a gorgeous yellow dress (still love the little train it had!), put gel in my what-was-she-thinking short hair, picked up a gold single stemmed rose....

...and served as the maid of honor in my best friend's wedding. Not the movie. Happy anniversary Mark and Lynnette!


Today I'm putting on black and khaki, scrunching my hair since I have no time to do anything else with it, and I'm going to do loans all day.

Not quite as much fun.

Coming Home

After a couple of days off, I think I'm ready to resume reliving the desert. Even typing that sentence reminds me of a particular part of the desert (that we're actually almost to...) when I would have paid a great sum of money for a two day reprieve. Isn't it hard when you're facing something in life (whether illness or loss or unemployment or anything that brings challenge) and you just want a two day vacation, and you can't have it?

When I arrived home from Virginia Beach, I actually got back to my house pretty late at night. I was able to go to bed and fall asleep. But I knew that when I awakened the next day, I would still have to face the first of two remaining vacation days - neither of which held any plans. I had no idea what I would do for two whole days.

The minute I woke up, I started journaling.

Jesus. Be so powerful in my life. I long to be found faithful – even in this storm.

Yesterday’s Streams says, “Often the Lord calls us aside from our work for a season and asks us to be still and learn before we go out again to minister. And the hours spent waiting are not lost time.” And as I sat in Lynnette’s apartment yesterday and cried out to You, I knew that’s what You were asking of me. To be still. To trust You. To understand that You are at work.

I would like to break into my journaling reverie here to say that looking back, I see that from the moment I walked into the desert, and all the way through it, I never doubted God was behind it. I didn't like it. It hurt. No one around me understood it except Isaac, and he was the one person I couldn't share it with. But I knew God had ordered it for me, and I was fiercely determined to be faithful to the very end of it. Now back to journaling about Streams.

And it goes on to say, “Quite often, God will ask us to wait before we go, so we may fully recover form our last mission before entering the next stage of our journey and work.” Oh God. I know You must need this of us, but Holy Father, how desperately I miss my sweet love. How I miss his gentle words of love.

And today. How I hurt. How I long for the day to be like it was 2 months ago when we met for the first time.

Today’s Streams says, “The pressure of difficult times makes us value life…Some people have a shallowness about them with their superficial nature. They lightly take hold of a theory or a promise and then carelessly tell of their distrust of those who retreat from every trial. Yet a man or woman who has experienced great suffering will never do this. They are very tender and gentle and understand what suffering really means…Trials and difficult times are needed to press us forward. They work in the way the fire in the hold of a mighty steamship provides the energy that moves the pistons, turns the engine, and propels the great vessel across the sea, even when facing the wind and the waves.”

Maybe I am shallow. Maybe I need this time to understand deep despair for later in ministry.
Jesus, I’m sorry I’ve struggled to trust You so much. It must grieve Your heart. I’m sorry I need so much work. I’m sorry I look down at the waves when You ask me to look to You.
Do you remember that old hymn Tis so Sweet to Trust in Jesus? That day, as I journaled and tried to search my heart in front of the Lord, one of the lines of that song came to me...Oh for grace to trust You more, sweet Father. Fill me. Please bring me forth as gold. Please, Jesus. Empower me to be the Bekah You intend.

Eventually I got out of bed and tried to get ready. Tried to unpack a few things and open the stack of mail that had come in and do other “home from vacation” chores. That afternoon I couldn’t take the suffocating silence of home anymore and I went out to get a tea to drink. While I was out, I stopped by Nate's mother-in-law's office to see her. She told me she was headed down to Nate's that night to watch the baby – and she invited me to go along.

The thought of being back in their house – with all its memories of Isaac– pierced me, but I knew I needed to go. Needed to be back in the place of those comforting memories just as much as I needed to overcome them. So I rode down with her. She played with the baby, and I sat huddled on the couch with my journal and Bible. The same couch where Isaac sat with me just a couple of months earlier now felt strangely comforting as I wrestled with his absence.

Being here – at Nate's – is hard. This couch…where we sat. This room, where he sang to me. Upstairs – where we had so many talks. But I praise You, at the same time – for the chance to be here. The chance to get through this healing “first.”

Jesus, please hold my precious Isaac tonight. Please work a healing in his heart. Teach me how to love him – and how to let go in this time, when that is clearly what You want from me.
I have to turn him over to You. I have to let him go into Your arms and trust You to do a powerful work in the both of us. How do I do it? How do I release the one my heart loves to Your altar?

And yet I know there’s no safer place for him to be.

Jesus. I need You. I need Your arms around me. I need Your comfort to overwhelm me. I need Your strength to carry me.
Then I got out my new study Bible and began to study. Right there in the middle of the babysitting.

Hold me, precious Father. Teach me to love You. To delight in You. To trust You.
Psalm 37:3 says, “Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.”

Trust means “to attach oneself, confide in, feel safe, be confident, secure. Denotes a confident expectation. The folly of relying upon any other type of security is strongly contrasted with depending upon God alone.” Jesus, I want to attach myself to the word I know I heard You say. Keep me safe and confident in the words I know I’ve heard from You. Help me to live confidently. Help me to place my trust in You alone, not in what Isaac says or doesn’t say.

Isaiah 25:9 – “In that day they will say, ‘Surely this is our God; we trusted in him and he saved us. This is the Lord, we trusted in him; let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.’” Oh Jesus, hasten that day. Bring us together and make us aware of Your presence and guidance.

Isaiah 26:3 – “you will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you.”

I wondered what Nate thought when he saw me that evening. I’d already lost quite a bit of weight and I was sure the heaviness of my life showed on my face. I wanted him to see I was okay – but I also wanted him to see I was not okay.

Sunday Smattering

Welcome to the Sunday smattering...I'm just warning you now...you might want to get some coffee or something. You could be here a while. Busy week. :)


One of the inexplicable side effects of the post-Isaac life is that sometimes I have days where I just can't be at home. I never know when they might hit, but when they do, I can't be home. Last Sunday was such a day. I tried to stay home and watch the Colts but I just couldn't do it.

Fortunately, a friend of mine called and invited me to the park with her and her daughter. I ended up taking over 50 pictures of this little sweet thing! I don't want to post too many since she's not my kid, but these few seemed okay...

Cutie pie kiddo!!

But not a baby anymore! After I was done hanging out with them, I went to another friend's house until midnight. While there...I edited park pictures!

Monday...I got to meet this little sweet thing! This is li'l Hazel Haisley. She belongs to my Monday lunch date, Jenny, and we had to go take her outside on our lunch hour. She is precious.

I wasn't kidding about the "li'l" part.

* Monday night Julie Crandall came to visit and to pick up the Bible study books I wrote about last Sunday. It was her first extended time away from her new baby, so we celebrated with dinner out at IHOP. (By the way - HUGE fan of their new iced coffee with free refills. YES PLEASE!)

* Tuesday night two friends from church trekked my way to have dinner with me at Fazolis. We didn't know it was kids night. We shouted over them. :) Then they came back to see my house and we talked for a while before they went home!

* Thursday night, I came home to find SEVEN boxes of my book on my front porch. That's a startling sight to come home to, for sure! But I was happy to see them, since the last shipment was just about gone. Now I'm all ready for Christmas shoppers. :)

After that, I went to my friend Rachel's house to make a couple of bracelets. (Her jewelry creations are much better than mine...let the record show.) But I'm reading Beth Moore's book "Believing God" with a friend, and in the book, she suggests wearing a blue bracelet throughout the course of the study as a reminder to believe Him. So now we have bracelets!

Last night, I had dinner with my parents at Culver's. (Don't lecture me about the extreme eating out this week!) While there, I had the chance to show them my new scrapbook, which I want to show you, too! You know how I LOVE to scrap, but this summer, scrapping overwhelmed me. I took two vacations in the span of one month...and I needed to do a whole album for each vacation. Plus, I'm struggling to keep up with my regular album (got behind during the desert, when I just didn't care about scrapping). So in a move that shocked most of my friends, I resorted to online scrapping at Picaboo. I tried it only after reading a recommendation on The Mom Creative blog. I knew from reading that Jessica (the blogger) is serious about her pictures, so if she recommended them...they must be good. My first album arrived:

AND I LOVE IT. I'm completely addicted, and I got my friends Kari and Sandee addicted, too! I loved being able to journal tons (love to do that on vacation books) and have some pictures bigger than others....

Even whole page pictures for my absolute favorites. I also love that the albums are stored online, so if something happens to my book, I could get another one...

So, so happy with the way it turned out. It saved literally dozens of hours, and lots of space. At the rate I'm going, by the time I'm 85, I'll have to build a room on my house to hold all the scrapbooks. These books are much slimmer.

And to round out the week....

I do love fall, and one of my favorite things about fall....pumpkins! Yesterday I went to a nearby orchard/pumpkin patch, with the lovely Rachel Ashley.

We found a pumpkin that had a muffin top, so I posed with it. Muffin top twins! Hee hee hee.

Beautiful apple trees....

Stack-o-pumpkins. I bought a couple of these for my house. Time to break out the fall decor!

Picking out my pumpkins.....really wishing now I would have done my hair!

The lovely Miss Rachel - who DID do her hair.

And inside...apples, apples everywhere!

Thanks for reading along! Hope you enjoyed!

Show Us Your Life: Living Rooms!

I'm taking an extra day's break from my desert tale. I need it. I'm sure you probably do too.

Want to pause for one moment to say that today would be my nephew's 22nd birthday. I miss him very much...think about him always! Last year I posted more about him - you can read it here or here or even here.

Now...on to today's business. Kelly, over at Kelly's Korner, brought back her "Show Us Your Life" home tours. I gotta tell you that while I love looking at everyone's posts, I'm not crazy about plastering my house on my blog, so my post is going to have a twist. Not so much a tour of the room itself as much as my favorite things in the room. The things that make it home. So here you go! Meet my living room!!


My house is very old, and the lady who lived in it right before me painstakingly applied embossed wallpaper to the ceiling in the living room and dining room. I know - sounds crazy! But check it out...I think it has a great classic tin ceiling look. Way more unique than tiles (which is what you'd find underneath).

Right now, my living room is painted a couple different shades of red, but that will be changing soon. I love the color, but it's not a very big room and the dark paint really makes it seem tiny. (I hadn't learned that bit of advice from HGTV until AFTER I painted the room...rookie mistake.)


My lil welcome sign. My sister, Lori, gave this to me for Christmas one year, and I just love it. She found it (I think this is right!) at Duckwalls...which was a very fun store in her town...pre-tornado. It didn't rebuild after the tornado, so my Duckwalls collection is now very limited. Moment of silence...

Ahhhh I love this little guy. I had been hunting for a fireplace for months, because I thought it would be the perfect ambiance for my home...and I couldn't find anything I liked in my price range. During Christmas break last year, I found this gem on clearance at Meijer. It was the only one left, so they held it and Dad came over with his van to haul it home for me. We were thrilled (especially Dad, since this was about to impact him directly) to find out it came pre-assembled!

I love it that it can be a corner unit OR a flat wall unit. It has a "false top" that pops up to make it a corner unit. It runs with heat or can run with the flame only. I can't wait to see how this looks with Christmas stockings this year!

I really don't have many DVDs...and it's true that most of them are Gaither Homecoming! (Primarily the ones that feature David...not that there's any correlation...) In the winter, when I'm stuck in the house all the time, I love to put in a DVD and sing at the top of my lungs. My apologies to the neighbors...

One thing you will find all over my house...picture frames! I'm all about making a home by displaying reminders of the people I love! This frame was a gift from Lori a couple of Christmases ago...she got it online at the Personalization Mall and I thought it was a great gift. We had this picture taken when we were all together for Cassie's graduation. Probably time for another one soon!

I have a strange attachment to the lighting of Christmas lights. When I was in college (remember this, Christina?) we had a dorm room lighted entirely by strands of Christmas lights. So calming! So I have this basket with pine cones and these little flowers. I got the flowers several years ago at a Homemaker's Idea party (come to think of it, the basket is from there, too!) and still love them. I have several sets, actually - a few I use year round and some are reserved for Christmas trees. Each flower has a clear plastic center, and you put a light bulb in it so the flower itself lights up. So pretty!

Another of my favorite pictures...Cassie giving her graduation speech behind the Presidential seal! Pretty cool!! And you can see there...a candle. In the winter I heat several rooms of my house with candles because I'm too cheap to turn up the heat. :) This candle is coffee scented. YES PLEASE!!

Please meet the wildly popular Fat Chair. Everyone loves the Fat Chair. Most of my friends actually ask to sit in it, rather than the love seat, when they come over. It reclines and is so blessed comfortable. The material actually feels like a blanket. One of the best purchases I ever made. As you can see, Braeya also loves the Fat Chair and can often be found perched right there where you see her. It's so handy that she coordinates with it....

One of my good, good friends from high school, Amber, drew this picture. IN HIGH SCHOOL. Isn't that amazing? (Amber was the one who traveled with me to Hershey last summer.) Anyway, Amber's been a brilliant artist ever since we were kids, and then she did this picture, which sealed her brilliance, I think! I believe a judge in Kokomo purchased the original, but she had a handful of prints made of it and I bought one of them. I much prefer to display the art of those I know in real life, and Amber is certainly an amazing talent!

And finally - the curtains. These are on their way out too, mostly because they've been up for about five years and have just seen better days. I have new curtains purchased to go with the forthcoming paint job. But these curtains were made from scratch! My former boss's wife came over and sewed them for me based on an idea from the Pottery Barn catalog! I paid less than five bucks for the whole thing - material, ribbon, and cat-enticing-fringe!

So there you have it! Bekah's living room! And it's definitely lived in! (I skipped taking pictures of the place where the carpet needs cleaned because I got adhesive on it doing a craft project...or the crumbs on the side table because I usually eat my dinner while watching TV...or the little place where I accidentally took the finish off another side table while removing nail polish...)