Tuesday, October 31, 2017

What I Learned in October

First of all, it's podcast Tuesday, so here's your weekly dose of Shafferland storytelling. Enjoy, my friends!!



Secondly, it has somehow come to be the end of October - WHAT?!?!?!!? That is just crazy talk. But it is. It's Halloween (national candy day for me) and tomorrow is NOVEMBER. Nuts.

So in honor of the end of October, I bring to you the things I have learned throughout this fine month. They are quite random in content, and hopefully will enlighten and enrich your life in some way!



1. You can shop at the Goodwill online.
Did you know this? I had no idea! Or if I had an idea, it certainly left me. It seems kind of odd to me, on one hand, because I feel like I want to be able to see the stuff in real life for myself, but on the other hand, it's very intriguing! (Here's the link!)

2. Spaghetti squash is a pretty decent pasta replacement.
I cooked with spaghetti squash for the first time this month, and while I won't lie and say it tastes just like pasta, I will say it is a pretty remarkable replacement. And it certainly was better for my waistline!


3. I like using prepared meal plans.
Also this month, I started using the prepared meal plans from Dashing Dish, and I loved them. They forced me to try new things that I wouldn't have been brave enough to try if I didn't "have" to, and they saved me time in planning interesting menus on my own. I had burned out a bit on my own meal planning, so this was a blessing!

4. Some tiny homes are TOO tiny.
When Ryan and I went to the tiny home show earlier this month, we had the chance to tour three tiny homes, and one was just tooooooooooooooooo tiny for us. I'm okay with minimizing my stuff, but it took minimalism to levels I could never achieve.  

5. I really needed my high school self to know it would be OKAY.
I think this gem my mom uncovered in some cleaning says it all. This girl needed some reassurance. And tweezers.  

6. I retreat better at home.
Last year, I took a day for a "personal/business" retreat to reflect on the previous year and plan for the year to come. Trying to be all trendy and cool, I went to a coffee shop for my adventure, and it turned out to be a huge disaster. I was distracted by everything, I worried that I hadn't purchased enough to "pay" for my table, and I really got very little done. So this year I did the same retreat (for more than one day) but I stayed at home.  It made all the difference in productivity! (For me!)

7. We still can't do "just" a little project without much drama ensuing.
Remember when we lived in Marion, and we wanted to upgrade the bathroom and ended up having to cut into the wall and redo a bunch of pipes? Remember when we lived in Marion and wanted to fix a pipe under the house that had frozen and ended up having to replace all the plumbing in the entire house - clear out to the street? Remember when we lived in Marion and had the new heating installed and ended up having to reinforce the entire second floor ceiling after the installers caused it to sag? So we moved to Kokomo. Remember when we just wanted to paint our garage and the paint can dropped and splattered all over the open garage door, floor, a borrowed pressure washer, and Ryan's head? Remember when we wanted to install new appliances and had to entirely dismantle the fridge to get it in the house and the scratched dishwasher really wasn't scratched (after we installed and uninstalled it)? Well, this summer we planned to paint the railing and beams on our porch. Paint. Just paint. We discovered an area of rot on one of the beams, so this month, a guy came to help Ryan fix that. We discovered way more rot than we knew was there, had to order new beams, and the entire porch had to be dismantled, including the soffit. Yeah. It never ends. Also. I cried. Over all of them.

8. Parsnip French Fries: a surprising win.


In keeping with the aforementioned use of the Dashing Dish meal plans, I happened upon the day when she wanted me to make French Fries out of parsnips. To say I had low hopes would be putting it mildly. I actually had NO HOPE for this recipe. None at all. But I dutifully made them and was shocked out of my mind that they were actually delicious AND tasted like real fries. Even Ryan thought so. (I didn't tell him what they were until he had tried them.) Shut the front door.  

Monday, October 30, 2017

Weddings and Such

We went to a wedding this weekend! The bride and groom are part of our small group, and they kindly invited us to witness their wedding ceremony, which was an honor for us.

It was our first time ever to go to a morning wedding. Have you been to one before? I have to say, I kinda liked it! I'm not sure how early the bridal party had to get up to pull off looking amazing by 11:30, but everyone looked completely put together, so it worked!

We even tried to look put together!
Doesn't Ryan look so handsome???

I had a great aisle seat where I could see everything, and not until partway through the bridal party's entrance did I realize I was also in "that" seat that probably shows up in every one of the photographer's shots. Whoopsie!

Yes. I took a picture during prayer. But I wanted to capture that gorgeous veil!!!
I realized the other two photos are semi-terrible because my PHONE is semi-terrible and because I didn't capture smiling moments. But I've read all the articles about people taking pictures during weddings and annoying the photographer, so I tried to capture when he was clearly busy elsewhere.

But it was just such a beautiful, Christ-centered ceremony! I have a huge soft spot for weddings. I love to celebrate the couple while remembering our own wedding day!
Because it was a morning wedding, the reception was a brunch! They had fruit and biscuits with apple butter waiting on the tables for people to eat while they waited for photos to wrap up, and then they had bacon/scrambled eggs/hash browns/baked oatmeal. It was delicious! And the best part of all? The cake was really individual homemade cinnamon rolls. So so good!
They had decorated the whole place so beautifully and even had homemade jams and jellies for people to take home as favors!


Beautiful wedding and a beautiful couple! We were thankful to be part of the day!







Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Shafferland Shuffle

BEST NEWS, everyone! This is the last week before our beautiful time change!! Welcome back, real time. I will be eager to receive you.

Meanwhile, our week! I was challenged to do that daily black and white photo thing on Facebook this week, so you'll see those photos in my collections today! (Along with the explanations I ached to give on Facebook, but it wasn't part of the challenge.)

* My photo last Sunday was from our church service. It was one of those Sundays when sleeping in sounded so wonderful, but church was even better. Also fun on Sunday? Trying out my new veggie spiralizer. It worked even better than I thought it would! And we wrapped up the day by recording our 100th episode of Spill the Beans!
* On Monday, I watched our nephews and niece all day. (Ryan had to take some time to help too, since I still had carpool duties.) It was a cold, nasty, rainy day, so there was much Lego building and movie watching (in jammies) to be had throughout the day! My favorite part was when Ryan came home for lunch, got the kiddos totally wound up, and then went back to work. I gave them a few minutes to wind back down and then inside of five minutes flat, I had both boys down for a two hour nap. No snags!
* Tuesday morning, I spoke at Fairmount Wesleyan Church, for their ladies Bible study. Ryan wasn't with me, so I don't have any in-action pictures, but I did manage to get a picture with the church. Sort of. LOL! On the way home, I stopped at the Hydration Station (this little place about halfway between speaking and home) and got this frosted caramel apple drink. I will not lie: I scraped the sides with a spoon when I was done. MY WORD. What a drink!!
* Wednesday I broke in my new workout shoes! Yay for tread!! :) I had to go to the podiatrist for a follow up to my previous appointment. I wasn't nearly as nervous this time, but I was a bit unnerved at the "Beware" on the wall of the exam room. LOL!!! I posted this B&W on Facebook and that's when the caption would have come in handy. People thought I was sick!
* Thursday morning's workout was a rough one, but we survived it! There wasn't anything particularly monumental about Thursday. Just a regular chore kind of day. Ryan worked on painting boards for our porch repair project, and that night we went out on some errand runs. I end up waiting in the car while he ran into Wal-Mart (because obviously) and then I decided I couldn't figure out which was worse: going in or waiting alone in the car!
* Friday, Ryan took a half day off work to help the guy coming to work on our poor little porch. Unfortunately (as with all Shafferland projects) the removing of exterior boards uncovered much worse rot than we knew. So the project just shot into major overload, and we couldn't finish it this weekend. Sadness. Literal sadness. I cried. It was probably a good thing I already had plans to go to my friend's craft night that night. There were cute cookies there!! (Oh! And the Hallmark Christmas movies started that day. Three cheers!)
* Yesterday was a fun day! Ryan and I went to a wedding...a morning wedding! Two of our small group members were getting married and invited us to be part of their day! It was a beautiful wedding, and my date was so handsome! :) And my feet have forgotten all about boots. Whew! We gotta retrain them!


Saturday, October 28, 2017

The Saturday Six

One.


I met Katie Reid at the Speak Up conference this summer, and she proved to be the most delightful soul. :) She wrote this article about Type A people and what they need you to know. Isn't it so Type A of me to share that with you so you can be well-informed?

Two.


Found this (quick!!) video on HGTV about 5 homes that used to be barns. They're all amazing, but all have to say is this: THE BEAMS IN THE FIRST ONE!!!! There aren't enough heart emojis in the world.

Three.


Ummmmm, just a quick PSA! Hallmark Christmas movies started YESTERDAY. So if you need me from now until New Year's or whenever it is that they end, you can find me working from the couch!

Four.

If you're a lover of the road trip, here are ten that are supposedly amazing! I've done exactly none of them, so I can't give you my opinion, but I sure think at least most of them look fun!

Five.


My story-loving, documentation-loving soul shouts a thousand amens to this post from Callie's blog. This is why story matters. To remember His faithfulness from days gone by and look ahead for more of the same.

Six.


They say you should write the books you want to want to read. And I do try. My goal as a writer is to only write the things I would truly want to read - things that spark a passion within me. But sometimes I want to read what I would say...and let someone else do the saying.

Enter Fiercehearted by Holley Gerth. I will start by saying I have come to really appreciate Holley. I love her other books, her cards, her little flip calendars, her blogs, her tweets; basically any words she writes are worth reading in my opinion. So I was excited about a new book from her. And while her unmistakable storytelling was present, it felt like a new piece of Holley in this book. Up a notch, I'd say. A new level of vulnerability and raw emotion.

Fiercehearted is more like a collection of essays, so while you certainly can read the whole book straight through like a story, you can also break it up a chapter at a time and read little pieces of her heart and soul. This book is packed with practical life advice from a dear friend (or older sister, depending on your age) that will be far more helpful to your every day than any list of facts you memorized in school.

In this book, Holley talks about the really hard stuff of life: the disappointments, the failures, the flaws, and she also talks about the mundane and why we were meant for more of that and less of the limelight. She bravely shares her own journey, filled with the hurts of infertility and battles with depression alongside her beautiful writing career that has been such a blessing to so many.

I think one of my favorite goose-bump inducing chapters came at the very end, when she shared a letter of advice to someone of college graduation age. Oh, how I wished I had received that very letter when I graduated from college! Among other things, within that letter, Holley says, "Moving forward is not really about getting a job. You already  have a job. It is to become all God created you to be. You've had it since you drew in your first breath and you'll have it until you release your last. Everything in between is just about assignments, different experiences that will help with the becoming." YES! Oh, yes.

Holley speaks with the (deserved) authority of someone who has walked the road and genuinely wants to help those who come behind her. But she also speaks with the vulnerability of a friend who isn't afraid to tell you she hasn't lived perfectly and made all the right decisions.

This book was such a boost to me in the right-now of my life. As I make decisions in my own life for the future of not only myself, but also my work, her advice is timely. I soaked in every word eagerly. Underlining, starring, agreeing with passage after passage.

Fiercehearted is a great choice for anyone struggling to find their footing, anyone facing a new season of life, and anyone who just needs to know someone else understands.

* Revell sent me a copy of this book at no charge. All opinions are my own! *

Friday, October 27, 2017

The Middle Matters

I noticed a recurring theme this week, so I figured that meant enough of us wrestled with it to warrant a full post on the matter.

The truth of it smacked me in the middle of an email I had with one of you in the middle of a hard place. (Hi to you, my friend!) I don't have permission to share your story and certainly want to honor your confidence in me, so I'll just say to everyone else reading along that your life is hard in all the ways right now. All the legitimate, heart-breaking, not-just-a-lousy-day kind of ways. And you said to me that you know it will all be okay in the end, but the middle is hard.

I have a lot of friends in the middle right now. I've even visited the middle a few times recently. You know what I mean, right? Whatever is hard about life has settled in. There's no skirting around it. The road has unmistakably taken you through the valley rather than blissfully around it. You can't avoid it. But the end is still a mystery. You don't know what it will look like or when it will arrive. It might show up tomorrow, or it might show up much later than either of us wants to think about right now.

So all you have is your messy, muddy middle, and you're not sure what to do with it. Do you cry? Do you laugh to keep from crying? Do you vent? Do you just exist and hope you make it? Do you do a little of each?

In my email conversation, I had no wisdom. My friend who wrote to me knew all the answers, and she was right about each one of them. So I guess it's perhaps more accurate to say my wisdom wasn't needed. She already had what she needed there. I think (I hope!) what she needed was a word-hug and someone who would sit with her and say "This is hard. It just stinks. God is faithful, for sure, but this middle isn't fun." It's not wallowing. It's just acknowledging the hurt without fixing it, because that kind of hurt can't be fixed. Sometimes you just sit and acknowledge.

In another part of my life this week, a friend of mine was in the middle of another kind of hurt. A health-battle induced hurt. Words carelessly spoken over her that left her questioning everything she was doing, even though she was careful to do all she could to be her own best kind of healthy.

I'm not sure what came over me, and I'm quite sure if I'd given it more thought, I would have handled it entirely differently, but I brought out sassy-Bekah. Finger-wagging, bark-worse-than-bite, big-talking Bekah delivered a speech of what I would say in that situation, both of us knowing full well that if I'd actually been there in the moment, I would have crawled under the table and been rendered mute. But something about the delivery and the monologue of what we both really wanted to say made her start giggling. And for about five minutes, she just sat and laughed. Fueled by her delight, I wagged my finger harder and came up with more great comeback lines I would never dream of actually using.

When we parted ways, she said, "You made me laugh. I needed that." Her messy middle place hasn't changed. All the self-questioning remains. But in that moment, she needed to laugh, and I managed to help her find some joy.

Last weekend, it was my turn. I was wallowing, right in a big old pit of feeling invisible, inadequate, insecure, and all the other ins. I had just cause for my feelings, and I had prayed over my own reactions, trying to respond with grace. I wasn't losing the battle, but I was tired. It was the kind of tired where my mind had been utterly depleted, and my body followed. I felt achy all over, and I knew it wasn't the flu.

My messy middle wasn't lost to Ryan, even if he wanted it to be. I met him at the door when he came home from work and unloaded the entire story. And bless his heart, he took me out for dinner. Gave me the night off from meal prep. Then he took me shopping, bought me new shoes, wandered around TJ Maxx with me, took me for coffee, and let me have a whole evening to recharge.

It wasn't about the food and the shoes (I mean, mostly). It was that he countered the lies I'd been wallowing in all day. He saw me when I felt invisible. The inadequacy, the insecurity - he saw it all and made me his priority. That was healing to my heart. My messes are still there. The messages are still coming rapid-fire, but the boost of the evening recharged me to move forward.

The messy middle can require many things. It might require a good cry. A long hug. Ice cream. New shoes. Laughter. A simple, "I see you. You matter."

If you're in a messy middle today, please know that it matters. And so do you. Don't push past the middle on a sprint for the end. Let God do His work in the middle. He sees your struggle and will send the people you need to be His hands and feet!

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Photo Fun!!!!

When you get engaged in the fall and proceed to get married two months later, your engagement photo shoot is CLEARLY a fall session. No other option for that! We've made it a tradition to get new photos taken each fall, and contrary to popular opinion, it's not (entirely) for the purpose of capturing my ever-evolving hair cut and color. (Though there is that...)

We just received our photos and while I'll save out the few we're considering for our Christmas card, I thought I'd share some of them here! We ended up having a nearly-perfect weather night for our pictures, which was SUCH a blessing. The first appointment we had fell on a nasty, nasty, nasty day: cold, rainy, windy. All of it. So we rescheduled, and though we were running out of time, our last ditch effort to have pictures taken instead of tripoding them ourselves actually worked!

Barbara Sanders from Creationfoto Photography took them for us. Neither of us had anywhere else to be that evening, so we were able to take our time and get all the best sunlight!

We started out in a little park/trail area that I didn't even know existed near Kokomo.

This little blanket was one of the photographer's props, and I won't lie: I kind of wanted to bring it home! It was so cute!

The photographer posted an album of preview pictures on Facebook, and one of my friends (Hi, Karen!) commented on my dancing skills. I told her that I was actually so terrible that we had to do multiple takes to get the shots we did. By the end, I was tripping all over my feet and holding my head, because I was so dizzy. So if I look like I'm leaning into Ryan, I can assure you I'm actually falling 100% dead weight against him and it just looks effortless.
I wish I could remember what we were laughing about!
Classic Shaffer.

 This was just about my favorite one, but because we are not serious people as a general rule, I'm not going to use it on our card. So that means I get to use it here! YAY! I love this one so much.
I got this next one as a preview photo, and I happened to be watching our niece and nephews when it arrived. They wanted to see it and one of them said, "YOU WENT FISHING????" I said, "No, but we are on a fishing pier!" I think the photo lost its appeal to him once he found out it was all fake.
At the very end of the shoot, we moved to a field down the road a bit. The road happened to be a detour for a major highway, so TONS of cars/trucks/semis went by while she was taking pictures of us. We got some pretty funny looks, all dressed up in a weed field while a photographer stood in said field on a step stool!
So there you have it! A little peek at our photo fun! Hope you enjoyed!


(Obviously, all photo credit goes to Barbara Sanders: her Facebook link is above!)




Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Walk a Mile in My Shoes Wednesday: Organ Donation/Transplants

Last week I told you I have two friends who have been with me since before kindergarten. You met Amber last week (the amazing artist who etches monuments) and this week I'd like to introduce you to Pat! Story hour friendships run deep, and Pat and I are proof of that!

Actually, I'm just really really grateful to still have Pat here as part of my life, because he has had quite a go of it with his health, starting at a very early age. Pat has received not just one, but two kidney transplants in his life, and as a result, he is (obviously) very passionate about educating others on organ donation.

While one of my WBCL co-workers was a kidney donor (before I went to work there), Pat is the only person I know who has received an organ transplant, and I asked if he'd share with us not just his own experiences, but why we should consider (and not be afraid of) organ donation!

Pat is 40 years old (and I'm not far behind him, so that is not old) and had his first transplant in November of 1989 when we were sixth graders. That kidney came from a living donor, which as you know, is not possible for all organ transplants. (People kind of need to hang onto their hearts for the long haul.) Pat's dad was actually his first donor!

He did really well after that transplant, but over time, the kidney began to stop functioning, so in January of 2016, he had a second kidney transplant. This transplant came to him a bit differently. Many people were tested to see if they were a match (Ryan even went through the testing process to see if he could donate to Pat!) and the answer came through Pat's sister's father-in-law. He actually was not a match for Pat, but he donated his kidney to a complete stranger, who was on a waiting list somewhere else, and that donation made Pat eligible to receive a kidney from an altruistic donor (a.k.a. kind, anonymous soul) elsewhere. I didn't even know those kinds of options existed!

Here are two pictures Pat sent...one from each transplant. I think you can tell which came from which year. :)


Here are some things Pat would love for people to know about transplants/organ donation. (Some are unique to kidney transplants and/or his particular situation.)

1. Yes, he had major surgery, but once he recovered, he looked just like everyone else.

When people see Pat walking around living life, they see no obvious signs that he's been through a major surgical procedure. He acknowledges that he has been very fortunate, because many organ transplant recipients actually do face day-to-day life-impacting issues. Of course, he does have to take medications every day, at very specific times of the day, and that is vital to maintaining a healthy kidney. He knows the gift he's been given at this new chapter of life and is meticulous about doing everything he can to keep it good and healthy for many years to come. Even so, he can do almost anything a normal person can do, except play contact sports. (He wanted you to know that was solely responsible for derailing the pro football career of his 5'4"/135 pound self! Ha!)

2. Care goes far beyond surgery day. 

You might think that an organ transplant recipient goes into the hospital, undergoes the operation, recovers, and other than taking the anti-rejection meds, they don't need to do anything else! Pat did note that modern medicine made some significant advances in the quarter of a century that passed between his two transplants. The first time, he stayed in the hospital for a whole month after surgery. The second time, they kept him two and a half days! Wow!

Once released the second time, though, he went home and took it easy while he recovered. In the early stages, he went twice a week for routine blood work to make sure everything was progressing nicely, and he had clinic visits, where he saw his doctor. Once he began to stabilize, his visits became less frequent. Pat's 2 year transplantversary is coming up in January, and currently he travels about an hour away to a larger hospital every three months for a checkup and every month and a half, he has blood work done locally.

3. Fun fact: his kidneys have a different home than yours do!

Just in case you don't know, your kidneys are located around your lower back...but Pat's kidneys are located in the front of his body! (That is the inspiration for the no contact sports rule.) In his case, the transplanted kidneys are on both sides of his belly button. He said people often think someone who receives a kidney transplant have their own failed kidneys removed and replaced with new ones, but such a procedure would create an incredible amount of stress on the body. (He said that may not be every single transplant recipient's story, but it's still a common truth.) Another fun fact: Pat has four kidneys! His original, failing kidneys were never removed, but he's been told since they were actually shrinking, they're probably actually no longer in existence today.

4. There are transplant options for those in need!

Pat said if your loved one is in a situation where a kidney is needed and everyone has been tested, but no matches have been found, don't despair! There are other options! He said he has been incredibly fortunate, because when he was in need of a kidney back in 1989, his entire family was tested and matched, and they just had to choose who would become the donor. The second time he needed a kidney, several were tested, and his sister's father-in-law was actually a match until the very last step of the process. That's where the alternative plan came into play, and it didn't even exist back in 1989!

Pat sat down with pre-transplant coordinators and discussed an option called paired donation. On this list, Pat's donor's kidney went to Person A on the list, and Person A's donor kidney went to Pat. What a blessing! Two months after Pat was placed on the donor list, he got the call that he was matched!

5. Organ donation is KEY!

Obviously, Pat is very passionate about organ donation since he's received a fresh start in life twice from those willing to donate. He is a transplant live organ donation advocate and knows firsthand how important it is for people to make the decision to become a donor. He says there are many misconceptions about live organ donation, and he wants to make sure people investigate the information they receive to learn what's true and what is just a myth. (For example: some might tell you that if you are an organ donor and you have a medical emergency, you won't receive extensive care from ambulance personnel. Not true!)

If you aren't registered as an organ donor, you can update that the next time you renew your driver's license. Just mark that you want to be an organ donor and then make sure your family members know your wishes!


I know it's a big and scary thing to consider (I know because I was prepared to be tested to see if I matched Pat, too, and it was really overwhelming to me at first!) but what an incredible gift you can offer if you're willing to consider organ donation! I'm so glad Pat's donors were willing to give sacrificially so he can be here and healthy today!


(One more picture: Pat with his favorite nurse and his sister's father-in-law!) 


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