Sunday, March 23, 2014

The Shafferland Shuffle

* Last Sunday...we started celebrating Ryan's birthday! Yeah it's not until April, but this year is the big 3-5, so I decided to start celebrating WAY early. He found his first treat...a card from me...waiting for him on the bed while he was getting ready for church! It's going to be such a fun few weeks leading up to his big day! We had the WHOLE DAY at home together - during which we may or may not have made TWO pots of coffee and watched a lot of TV. It was so perfect.


* Monday was St. Patrick's Day - which oddly enough, is one holiday I don't really celebrate. I normally celebrate everything that gives me a good reason to have a party. Not sure why I skip over this one!  Ryan and I got to be home together the whole evening, so I decorated the house for Easter and we filled out our March Madness brackets!
* Tuesday. Ohhhhhhh, Tuesday. We really probably shouldn't even talk about it. It was a long, hard day, and I had every hope, as I drove home, that the evening would be lovely, just like Monday. It was warm enough to run the cool air in the car {yay!!!} and then I came home to...the moat around the house. And the news that we wouldn't have water all night. And the mess. And the frustration. And the mounting bill. A few tears and dinner at Culver's did make the night some better. That Ryan. He's a saint to put up with me.
 * Wednesday, the plumbers came back and TURNED ON THE WATER!!! I was a happy girl. The yard is a mess and we'll spend a good number of months cleaning that up, I'm sure, but we are functional again. And I was OVERJOYED to find the first concrete signs of spring on the property: buds on the trees and tiny shoots of flowers pushing through the earth. Thank. You. Jesus! Ryan and I worked hard that night getting things done at home - so thankful for Ryan's help - especially when he goes to the store to buy hair color for me. Husband of the year!
* Thursday was a LONG day. Not in a bad way. Just a LONG day. Got up at my normal pre-dawn hour and packed up for the day because...I worked the Winter Jam concert in Fort Wayne. It was a really wonderful concert...but sad. because Ryan couldn't go with me. He left me the sweetest love note and a Cadbury egg in my lunchbox...which made me feel better.
* Friday evening was SO fun. We went to a Sunday School class party...our first "extracurricular" event at our new church. {We've been there almost a year.} We have started making new friends there and this gave us a chance to spend time with them outside of church. The food was so good, and it was just such a joy to be able to have a night out with a big group of friends. Much needed.
* Yesterday morning, we were both EXHAUSTED, but had to get up early so Ryan could work and so I could get ready to spend some time with my friend Amber. She and I had a Starbucks date followed by an extended visit to the Hobby Lobby. And then last night, Ryan and I went to our friends' house for dinner and a March Madness party.We learned a new card game AND I got a great new Pinterest dinner idea. Happiness abounded.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

The Saturday Six

One.

You know I have a tender spot in my heart for families who have to say goodbye to their sweet babies. I found this blog post this week that is so heartbreaking - yet written so powerfully. After doing some research, I discovered the writer penned one of my favorite songs - One Thing Remains.

Two.

Make no mistake. I am SO OVER winter. But these pictures from the very talented Amy Sprunger make me SO WANT TO VISIT South Haven, Michigan in the winter. {And all the other seasons.} I couldn't use a picture on the site here, so trust me - just GO LOOK. Amazing.

Three.
Can't let the week go by without giving a shout out to my alma mater {and the place where I worked for the first 11 years of my adult life} - for winning the men's basketball NAIA Division II National Championship. First time the men have claimed that title, and even though I'm not a huge sports buff, I'm impressed and proud of them!

Four.

You guys know I'm a huge fan of The Honest Toddler. I've often wondered when/if he/she will ever get a sibling. I don't know if that day is approaching or not, but this whole post on the Infant Sibling Disease Threat Level is HILARIOUS. I especially like "Roger's" take on it.

Five.

In the land of blogs posts I wish I'd written: this one. Never will I look at the Mount of Olives the same again.

Six.
 
Wins my invisible prize for out-of-the-box thinking. Check it out here.

Friday, March 21, 2014

From Bekah's Noggin

Last night I worked the Winter Jam concert in Fort Wayne.

That means I was out WAY past my bedtime on a school night. As a result, you get randomness from my noggin today.  I would apologize, but the truth is, it's better than me trying to be all deep after a late night concert. :)

* Strawberry shortcake season has RETURNED to Ivanhoe's. We learned that it had been scheduled to be back when we were there last Saturday, but ALAS, there was a delay in the shortcake bakery, so...no strawberry shortcake for us. Sadness abounded, but they say good things come to those who wait, so I'm planning to not wait long until this good thing comes to me:

* Having a husband who will go to the store and buy hair color for you is one of those rare gifts they don't prepare you for in the marriage books. Having a husband who has no hair himself who will go to the store and by hair color for you is just funny.

* Does anyone else fill out March Madness brackets based on things like the sound of the school's name and their team colors? Oh. Is it just me?

* Random embarrassing moment from this week: I came home from work on Tuesday to find a guy named Doug digging in the trench in my front yard. I got out of my car, walked up to the trench, started taking pictures for the scrapbook, and struck up a conversation with Doug about the work he'd been doing {very well} all day. About halfway through the conversation he said, "Do you live here?" Apparently I'd failed to introduce myself and I looked like a neighborhood wackadoodle who just goes up to random houses and starts taking pictures.

* Ryan brought me a Cadbury egg the other night because he knew I'd had a tough day and things like Cadbury egg treats would make me so happy. There is no picture of said egg, because, as previously mentioned, it had been a tough day and it didn't really last long enough for a photo shoot.

* I love the realtor.com app, and very little in life makes me forget my worries like looking at houses and imagining furniture placement. It's fun and not as labor intensive as actually moving the furniture.

* Next week I'll let you take a peek at Winter Jam. :)

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Rippling Prayers

I love it when God teaches me something new...granted I prefer it when the lesson comes via words on paper and not hands-on trial, but I really do try to accept the lessons regardless of how they're delivered.

Yesterday I learned something {and maybe this has already crossed your mind, but it hadn't mine!} and loved it so much that I wanted to share it with you.

Ryan let me read a note his friend Shawn wrote to him...and this one particular line leaped from the page and stayed at the very front of my mind the entire day. Shawn was writing about our marriage and the impact it has had on his life, and he wrote these words: No doubt her prayers for you were also helping me through all these years.

Did you see that?

No doubt her prayers for you were also helping me through all these years.

If you've spent much time here at the blog, you know how often and how fervently I prayed for many years for my Mr. Missing. Before I even knew he would be Ryan...I prayed for this man out there somewhere who would be my husband.

Though I didn't know who he was or where he was or what might be happening in his life on any given day, I would pray over it for that day. I prayed for health and protection and his journey with Christ; anything I could think to pray over someone I didn't know...I prayed.

And then I prayed before we started dating...over a relationship that might be...or might not be...and I prayed for his wisdom and direction and leading and decision-making when it came to the two of us.

I confess that in my mind, all those prayers were about two people...and the future.

It never entered my mind that in praying those prayers, I wasn't just praying over Ryan...I was also praying over all the lives he would impact with his life.

Like Shawn.

Have you ever considered it? How the people you labor over in prayer...are impacting others and your prayers ripple out to cover them too, even though you might not know their names.

Shawn's words were a healing answer to prayer as I read them. For all those days I prayed and felt my prayers were going nowhere...God was not only using them to prepare Ryan, but he was using them as Ryan's life in that moment...prepared others.

Only God.


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Wednesdays in the Word: Verse F

I told Ryan last night that I wasn't sure I could...or perhaps more importantly...should...write this post today, because I wasn't sure I was in the right frame of mind to give or receive anything of spiritual significance.

Yesterday was trying...from all angles. I won't even go into all the drama, but I think you'll understand how trying it was when I tell you I was too frustrated to cry. Whoa. Let THAT sink in. I actually didn't even know that was Bekah-ly possible.

Came home from work to relieve my mom from house sitting while the plumbers worked. It was digging day, so I expected a hole in my front yard. I wasn't entirely prepared for a trench in the front yard. But a trench is what we had, along with two men encrusted in mud pumping water out of a hole by the street. That can't be good.

I greeted them warmly and came inside to rest for a bit, because the day had wiped me out, and when I woke up a couple of hours later {feeling that awful achy feeling in my bones}, I could tell things had taken a turn for the worse during my nap.

Ryan was in and out and the bottom line was...we were going to be waterless for the night.

Even though I had called home at 2 in the afternoon to ask about water for the night...so I could make other plans accordingly if necessary. Oh no. We would have water. And in truth, the guys working in the hole did everything in their power to make sure we did have it...it just didn't happen.

And I cried. Ryan consoled me with a trip to Culver's...and I called my friend Ronda to see if I could possibly borrow a shower for the night...and of course while we were there, we filled up our pitcher to make coffee in the morning.

And somewhere in there, I sat on the couch feeling ever so defeated, from every angle, and I stared at my verse for this week:


Ryan asked me what I was going to do, and I said I'd postpone the verse and write about something else instead...but as I washed my hair in a borrowed shower, it hit me. I need this verse this week possibly more than any other.

When I'm facing long hours away from Ryan, and rising gas prices, and a house that needs to sell, and ever rising plumbing bills and frustrations, and uncertainty about the plans for our future, and...and...and...

...those are the moments I need thoughts of God's truth and honor and purity and loveliness and excellence.

...those are the moments I need to praise. No matter what.

Because as I stood in that borrowed shower, I felt the pang of conviction that our waterless night was just that...a night. And in the span of that night, I didn't go to bed thirsty or even smelly. Some people don't have that. Ever.

And then God brought to my mind one of Ryan's friends, whose mom sustained a head injury a few short weeks ago and every day, he sits by her bed knowing this might be the last day. And despite that deep pain, he posts words of praise even in his grief.

True. Honorable. Just. Pure. Lovely. Commendable. Excellent. Praiseworthy.

I don't have it down...but I'm learning.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

92 County Tour: Grant

Ryan and I had such a busy March that we didn't really have time to go far away for one our Indiana county tours. So...we decided to tour from home! Good old Grant County! I admit to being a bit nervous...wasn't sure I would find anything new and different to do among the roads I drive every day. Boy was I ever WRONG! Our tour date took the WHOLE DAY!

Grant County is the biggest county we've toured so far - perhaps part of the reason it took so long! Random {probably useless} fact...Grant County borders 9 other counties. We have lots of neighbors! Grant County is named for Captains Samuel and Moses Grant...of Kentucky. That doesn't make a lot of sense to me, but hey...whatever!

Saturday was a gorgeous day and actually kind of warm! We were blessed!

The problem with living in the county is...finding a new coffee shop! We'd been to most of them. So we tried out the Midwest Coffee Company - which is housed in a character-laden old house. They're not open in the evenings or past noon on Saturday, so that's why we'd never been there. But it was a darling little atmosphere for a Saturday morning!
We ordered a breakfast casserole {they make them in muffin cups - EEEK! So cute!} and fresh brew and settled in at a little bistro table to enjoy our breakfast.
The house was so cute...they'd cleared out all the rooms and filled them with tables and chairs...so there were little nooks everywhere to hide and eat! I did think it was really cool that they have one room with a huge table for conferences and meetings!


AND! A chalkboard wall. Of course we had to leave our mark....

After we finished our breakfast, we headed out for our date. I think it ended up being a VERY cool date. So it turns out Grant County has a trail of Garfield statues. Seriously! Garfield's creator, Jim Davis, is from Fairmount, which is a little tiny town in Grant County. So to honor him, they made this trail of Garfield statues throughout the county. It really is a brilliant visitor-bureau move...because it gets people all through your county and gives them something fun to do in the process! Other counties: TAKE NOTE!


We started out looking for the "Fit for Life" Garfield, which was supposed to be at the beginning of the Riverwalk, in front of the YMCA. When we arrived at the location, we saw this:
He's so fit, he's invisible!! {I have done more digging since and wonder if maybe he's just not on the trail at all anymore.} I did read online that a few years back, someone hugged this statue too tightly and his head broke off, and they had to repair it. Whoopsie! So location #1 was a bust...and we moved on to the next one!

The next one was also in Marion - right in front of Marion General Hospital. It's the Marion Medical Professional Garfield. {All but one of the statues are made of hollow fiberglass, by the way.}
After that, we headed out to Arbor Trace Golf Course, which is just outside of Marion. The man who runs it used to go to church with me when I was little, and his daughter and I were friends. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years, so I reintroduced myself and caught up with him. At the golf course, we met "Duffer Garfield" - who was actually carved out of wood!
 
We even got to look through the photo album that showed the making of this Garfield - from the time he was just a tree trunk until now. It was really cool.




While we were there, we found out there was a NEW Garfield in town that wasn't on our map. He's called "Paws for Thought" and is apparently the new trailhead of the Garfield Trail. We went in search of him and found him inside a fenced park area that was locked. :( We couldn't get in to have our picture taken WITH him, so I took one from a distance.
We left Marion to visit the Garfields in the surrounding towns! We started out in the tiny town of Swayzee {the only Swayzee in the world!} where we had our picture taken with the Speedking Garfield. He represents the former Swayzee High School and his jersey number {9} represents the number of overtime periods played in the school's record setting game back in the 60's.
After that, we went to the little town of Sweetser, where we found "College Bound" Garfield on the Sweetser Switch Trail. I did notice this is the only Garfield without clothing. Kind of curious about what sort of college he's going to! HA! I read online that this one has been vandalized before too - so that might be why it's all locked up on the train!
{We love the Sweetser Switch Trail. It's an old railroad track that's been turned into a walking/running/biking trail. That's where we did a photo shoot while we were dating that ended up yielding the picture that we used for our cake topper at our wedding!}



After we left Sweetser, we drove quite a ways across the county to another tiny town: Van Buren. There's a big popcorn factory there, so this Garfield is eating popcorn and wearing the athletic uniform of the old Van Buren high school.
{For being a small town, the main road where this was located was kind of well-traveled, so I was a bit anxious to take our picture and GET OUT!!}

Next stop: tiny town of Matthews! Matthews has a covered bridge and an accompanying festival each year, so its statue is a fisherman, in honor of the river! This visit was the most uncomfortable. The statue was up by the town hall, and there were all kinds of signs around about the parking lot being for authorized vehicles only, and the statue being surrounded by cameras, so I pretty much figured we were going to get chased out taking our picture! So this was taken in the biggest hurry:
{We visited the covered bridge, too, but I'll come back to that.}

We stopped to visit the Garfield in Upland, which is ever so appropriately located in the yard of Ivanhoe's. And it is just WRONG to visit Ivanhoe's without visiting Ivanhoe's...so we went in for dinner and ice cream. mocha almond sundae = Heaven in a dish!!
Three more to go!

After our dinner treat, we drove through Gas City, where we saw the glass-blowing Garfield. Unfortunately this statue is on Main Street - which is a major highway. I was WAY too chicken to get out of the car for our photo shoot, so I took this picture from the passenger seat:

We traveled on to Gas City's "twin city" of Jonesboro...where we saw the fire-fighting Garfield. Jonesboro had the first organized fire department in the county...hence this statue.
We ended our visit to the trail of Garfields by visiting the very first one ever...the one in Fairmount, which is the "cool cat" - in honor of James Dean, who was also from Fairmount! {Grant County's other claim to fame.}
Good job, Grant County!! That was a fun way to see the whole county!

We did also stop by the Cumberland covered bridge in Matthews...this visit to a bridge was much easier than the one we had last month, where we had to hike through snow to get to the bridge.

This bridge is 181 feet long and you can actually drive through this one! The last one we visited was for foot traffic only.

I thought it was SO COOL that this bridge has its own guest register! Ryan found it in a little weather-proof box and saw that the last people to sign it {earlier the same day} actually GOT ENGAGED at the bridge. That very day!

We signed it too - and then we drove through...and away!
And one other thing we did during the day - which has nothing to do with tourism, but everything to do with us - was to visit my grandparents' grave. I had never shown Ryan where they were buried. Both of them died while I was in high school...and I know they would have adored Ryan if they could have met him. Miss those two so much. They were a big part of making me who I am today, and I miss them!
So that was our tour of our own county. What a fun day we had...and what a great thing to be able to spend time together after so much busyness!

Monday, March 17, 2014

If You Could Meet Her

Saturday I linked to Shauna Niequist's post about the church where she grew up...and how to her it wasn't the mega-church everyone else knew it to be. It was her sister...her friend...a trusted place that was as real to her as a sister.

Her post sent me through a meadow of my own memories at my own church...not a mega-church by any standard, but a massive stone building that formed who I am and how I worship.

I left when I was 19 entering my sophomore year of college. I left without telling a soul I was going because I knew they'd beg me to stay and they would win. I didn't want to go. Not at all. But the church was declining and I knew God beckoned me to go where I would find people my own age and opportunities to serve. So I swallowed tears on my final walk out the door and sobbed when the car door shut behind me.

How I wish I could take you there...inside the walls of a church that somehow stays open each week...and how I wish other kids still scampered through its halls.

* I would show you the prayer room where I paced and prayed fervently the night before I shared the main devotions in the midweek service for the first time. I was a high school speech class failure.

* I'd let you peek inside the nursery where I escaped week after week during my "I don't really like church all that much" phase. I changed hundreds of diapers and played peek-a-boo and wiped away I-miss-Mommy tears before Mommy realized they were being cried. I spilled my latest love life dramas to the patient women who shared the space with me each week.

* Oh. And I'd show you the exact spot in the nursery where I sat as a 9-year-old with 4 kids under my watchful eye...when one of them had a seizure. I can still see his fever-soaked little body falling to the ground, unable to stand up...and I hear my voice shouting in panic for his older sister to open the door so I could rush him to his mom, who was helping prepare food for a fellowship.

* The tiny Sunday School classroom where I set up a tent to make a fun teaching space for the kids' midweek service when I took over teaching them because no one else would.

* The huge assembly room where I began every Sunday morning as a kid - and learned songs that taught me every book of the Bible. I learned memory verses and dropped pennies in the church-shaped bank on every single birthday.

* The Sunday School room where I sat in front of a red Bible and learned how to look up verses for myself, instead of having an adult turn to the right page for me.

* The youth room where a group of girls huddled around a Bible and read the blush-inducing Song of Solomon...out loud.

* The office where I worked as a secretary for one summer - before I got fully immersed into the real world. Where I made my first business phone call and shook in fear knowing the pastor listened in from his own adjoining office.

* The library where I'm sure you could still find awkward cursive scrolls on cards...that spell out my name...or at least as much of it as I could squeeze on a tiny line.

* The kitchen where I stirred up dozens of pitchers of Kool-Aid for the kids on the nights I taught them. The kitchen with its fascinating square mattress that fit inside the pass-thru when the fellowship hall was divided off for classroom space and women chattered inside the kitchen, preparing church lunches.

* The men's restroom I sneaked into one time when Mom and I were at the church on a week day and I knew no one would catch me. I just wanted to know what the men's room looked like.

* The third pew from the front, organ side, where I sat with my parents every single week from the moment I can remember on up. Where the pattern on the red fabric on the pew left indentations on my chubby little legs, bare beneath my ruffly dresses. Where the red hymn books were stored...the songs I hated singing until I was an adult and could fully appreciate them.

* The coveted back pew where I eventually got to sit as a teenager, as long as I sat with a responsible adult. {She and I talked far more than any teen and I ever would have, thankyouverymuch.}

* The choir loft with its set of swinging doors that always seemed magical from the pew...the loft where yes, I did sit for a few years when I fancied I could sing.

* The little cove behind the choir loft that always seemed like a secret passage way to me as a kid.

* The grand piano where I played panic-inducing solos during all those years of lessons.

* The storage room that held the handbells. I played the tiniest ones - little high notes that squeaked out every fifth measure or so.

I loved that church so very much. I fell in love with my junior high crush there...and believed with all my heart I would walk down the red carpeted aisle to get married one day. That was one of the hardest parts of leaving - knowing I was walking away from my lifelong wedding dream.

So thankful for that place and how it formed me and held my childhood so carefully within its stone walls. I wish it could thrive again - and maybe God has plans for just that. In the meantime, I'm grateful for who she was for me.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Shafferland Shuffle

* We got out of bed last Sunday morning, despite the time change, and still made it to church early enough to enjoy a little coffee date in the cafe before church. Sunday afternoon, I went to a bridal shower for my friend Katy - and a beautiful bonus was getting to see Christina!! We were college roommates, and I don't think I've seen her in about five years! After the shower, Ryan and I took a ridiculously long nap...and all too soon {literally} our weekend was over. :(

* Monday we went back to driving to work in the dark...sadness! But when the sun finally DID come up - MAN was it ever a gorgeous day!! And so warm. Ryan and I actually went on a lonnnnnng walk that night - our first one of the spring. Loved it so much. We have some of our best talks on our walks. And when we came home...we worked on our house. OUR house!! Putting it back in order. Happiness abounds. We needed a night like that after the chaos of the past few weeks.
* Tuesday wasn't quite as sunny, but it was warm and wonderful in every way...hard to believe that I had to pack up a stack of work to bring home because of the threat of another snow storm!! And in the pre-storm evening, I worked up a storm at home...cleaning, cooking, doing my nails {experimented with polishing the entire nail with the French tip color}. Ryan came home from working at the other house...and took a well-deserved evening of rest. And Braeya? Well. She played neighborhood watch.


* Wednesday morning was pretty clear when we got up, but we made the decision for me to work from home because of weather threats. Turned out to be the absolute right call! When the bad weather arrived, it came in a HURRY. Ryan crept to work and I worked from home - even co-hosted Mid-Morning by phone!Working from home is AMAZING, because no commute means housework actually gets done!! Laundry...dishes...cooking...decorating...those two hours were put to really good use. 

* Thursday I was back in the studio...surrounded by the most GORGEOUS snow-covered trees....and I did my first ever true solo hosting of Mid-Morning. Lynne was gone, so Jim Barron of the morning show co-hosted with me. I was SO NERVOUS but it all worked out okay - even though we had major phone issues for the first 45 minutes of the show! Thursday night, Ryan and I met with the realtor to get his house on the market!! She's sweet - and hopefully she'll find the perfect buyer for us.

* Friday the weather warmed up again {hello WEIRD INDIANA WEEK} and the snow started to melt - just in time for the weekend! SWEET! We were so POOPED from our week that we just stayed home Friday night, took a nice long nap, and then had popcorn while we watched Up. Y'all, we are Carl and Ellie. We are.
* Yesterday was the first day since our vacation that we got to just go out and have fun and do whatever we wanted! OH how we'd missed that! We decided to do one of our county tours - and we did our very own county! I'll tell you more about it this week, but let's just say it included coffee, ice cream, and Garfield. A gorgeous, semi-warm, totally wonderful day together.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

The Saturday Six

One.

I told you a while back that Ryan bought me a light for Christmas...so I can do my own gel nails at home. A couple of weeks ago, we went to the beauty supply store to buy a new color of gel polish and the store didn't carry CND, which was the only brand I'd ever used. I ended up getting a bottle of Gelish polish instead - a deep, beautiful red - and it has held up BEAUTIFULLY!! I'm sold on the brand!

Two.
On our Spots and Spotlights show this week, Lynne interviewed Mark Hirsch, who published a book called That Tree. Every day for one year, he took a picture of the same tree...with his iPhone. Amazing to see all the angles and perspectives he found. Really cool project. Kind of makes me want to try. :) With another object, of course.

Three.

LOVE this post by Shauna Niequist. Makes me want to take Ryan to my old church...the one where I grew up...and introduce him to her...and tell him every memory in every corner. {And fair warning; I might take you there too...blog post already swirling in my head.}

Four.


You might have seen this one circulating Facebook - the top 10 most affordable cities {in the whole country!!} to live. Number one? Kokomo. That's where Ryan works!   I read through it {you know - in case I ever need to affordably move} and have to say that Mansfield and Lima are pretty great too - I've been to both those cities!

Five.

OH. THE. CUTENESS. Natasha's blog this week talked about the "CANstruction" project for the food bank. Look at all the different structures made from cans and boxes of food!

Six.
 
Had the privilege of interviewing Mandy from Biblical Homemaking this week. I kind of imagine in my mind that because we talked on the air for 10 minutes that we're somehow great friends in the making. But anyway - we talked about thrifting. NO ONE I know is as amazing at it as Mandy...check out her tips for thrifting well!