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Take Me to the Water

When we began to prepare for our estate sale in July, we didn’t know where it would lead us. All we knew was that we felt we were supposed to go through all of our possessions and pray about the next step. Pete and I laughed together at the freedom we were feeling as we picked out the few things we wanted to keep. It was so far from how I usually feel about my possessions! Family asked what we would do without any of our furniture and most of the kids’ toys and and so many other things. The simple answer was that we had no idea. But we did know we needed to keep praying about it.

About a week after we went through the entire house, we felt like we needed to look into other housing options. We love our home, and we thought we would have it for many more years. However, there are issues with renting it while we’re in Kenya. One, we’re not technically in a renting zone. Two, it’s 90 years old and requires ongoing upkeep. And three, if a family moves in and we come home from Kenya, are we going to kick them out for the few months we’ll be in Duluth? Probably not. We would have to find another place to live. Why have the house if we can’t stay in it? So the search began.

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We started, as we often do, by dreaming and praying. (We’re big dreamers!) I’ve been interested in the tiny house movement, though there aren’t many options for that in the Duluth area. We looked for small cabins, and then came across ESCAPE cabins made in Wisconsin, 400 square-foot portable homes that completely appealed to both of us. The idea of being that small and simple sounded magical. The issue was where to put it while still staying close enough to Pete’s hospital. We began looking at pieces of land on the edge of town, but then we would have to deal with water and sewage hook-up, clearing a space for the cabin, and creating a driveway. Land around here is not cheap. And then what would we do with it while in Kenya? So we continued looking and praying.

At that point, we felt that our move was supposed to be a way for us to simplify, so we counted out houses and stuck only to condos and apartments. I did, however, want to have a space for the kids to play outside, whether in the grass or at a nearby playground. We chose to look at renting or buying and, on a date night in late July, we drove around town looking at possibilities. We checked out multiple nice apartments, even though they are primarily for college students. Then we looked at a nice condo building, though there was no space for the kids to play. Then we drove through an area with fairly new rentals, but I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the kids’ safety in the neighborhood. It was 11pm by that time, and we weren’t feeling entirely encouraged. We jumped on the Interstate to head home, but as we drove by one more condo building, one that was far nicer than what we’d been imagining for our family, we decided to swing in and take a look. Really, it was just to lift our spirits.

Remember I said this was at 11pm? Some of the condos in this area are used as vacation rentals, so we thought there might be someone at the front desk. Indeed, there was a gentleman who told us all about the condos and then let us walk through a few of the empty rentals on our own. They were beautiful, and so very cozy, and perfectly situated right on the shore of Lake Superior. We left that night, feeling a little more encouraged, and sent an email to our real estate agent, the same one we’ve been working with for ten years, to let him know some of our thoughts on moving forward with a move.

We soon discovered that there were two units for sale in the complex. Upon visiting them, we immediately ruled out one and fell in love with the other. All this time we continued to pray. We wanted to make sure we weren’t getting ahead of God’s plan for our family. As we prayed, we felt He was telling us it was okay to move ahead, so we took it step by step, continuing to make sure this was the right thing. As we quietly started to share the news with close friends and family, it seemed that the move and purchase of this condo was the right thing for our family and our plans for the future. With that confirmation, we submitted an offer, which was accepted, and a closing date was set. Friends, we will be closing and moving on September 5, less than one week from today!

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we’ll be doing a whole lot more of this!

With the purchase of this condo, it seems that God is aligning his plans for our future. The condo will serve as a furnished vacation rental while we’re in Kenya, managed by a company that takes care of many of the units in the three buildings that make up the association. That way, it will be available whenever we’re back from Africa. Our minimal personal belongings will be stored securely in a room down the hall from our unit. No kicking out a family or finding a short-term place to live! And the whole selling everything in our estate sale thing? Well, that’s been taken care of. When we submitted our offer, we also asked if the owners would be willing to sell it furnished. Amazingly, they agreed, so all the furniture that was selected for that particular space is already in place. What an answer to our prayers! Because it’s a part of an association, we don’t have to do any yard work or snow clearing in the winter. And remember what I said about needing a place for the kids to play? There is a stretch of green grass directly out our patio. It is only that stretch of grass that separates our new home from the lake that we so dearly love. It also happens to be right on the Lakewalk, a beautifully paved trail that runs more than three miles along the shore between our place and Canal Park, lined with coffee shops, restaurants, the iconic lift bridge, and ends at a beautiful playground. We plan to walk, bike, and run the trail regularly, something we already love doing. Now it will be right out our front door.

There’s one more thing. We learned after our first walk-through of the condo that the owners have another one-bedroom unit right next to ours. They aren’t ready to sell it at this point, but when they are, we’ve expressed that we would be interested in purchasing it. Can you guess why? Someday, a ways down the road, we want to have the option of providing Sam with his own apartment, if that is what he wants. He could live right next to us, yet have his own place. That makes our hearts very happy. Honestly, I get a bit teary whenever I think about the possibility. Of course, we don’t know just what it is that God has planned for Sam, but we love having the option!

So, we’re moving! We had no idea this was a part of the plan at the beginning of the summer. We couldn’t be more excited about all that is to come. We’ll move next weekend, and then the estate company will come in to prepare for the sale. At the moment, the sale is set for September 19-20, which I’ll confirm on a future post. We’ve been doing projects inside and outside our house to prepare it for market, so we hope to list it very shortly after the sale.

We’re exciting to share pictures of the new place once we make the move! We continue to be amazed and incredibly grateful of the  path God has set before our family!

 

 


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When God Leads…Fill Boxes

A little more than four years ago, Pete suggested we go through a few of our things before moving from our two-bedroom apartment in Minneapolis to our three-bedroom-plus-lots-of-storage-space house in Duluth. I agreed it might be a good idea and worked alongside him as we opened boxes we hadn’t touched the entire year we had been in that apartment. We laughed and shared memories from our high school year books and summer camp photo albums, put on old sports jerseys and a shirt I sewed in college. Many things went back into boxes, while we were satisfied to simply take pictures of other items instead of continuing to actually move them from house to house. The boxes took days for me to sort. I felt emotionally tied to everything held in those cardboard containers. Pete encouraged me to do as much donating, photo-taking, or tossing as I could manage. When the movers arrived a few weeks later and said we had noticeably downsized since the move twelve month earlier, I was proud. I had parted with enough items to feel we were going to begin a touch lighter on Lake Superior.

We settled into our new house and, well, you know what happens when living comfortably in one place for an extended period of time. Kids grow through multiple sizes of clothing, they collect toys and games and mountains of books. As a family we gather tools and trinkets, kitchen gadgets and hobby supplies. Furniture moves in and collections of all sorts grow. After being in our cozy house for three-and-a-half years, I started to feel I needed a change. Not huge, but a little organization was definitely going to be necessary. So last winter I started reading blogs on how to get organized, I put together a Pinterest board, and I found an inspiring book that helped me feel like I could get things in order. I was tired of constantly putting things away and spending valuable time apart from my kids while trying to make my house look nice. Looking back now, I see that my need to organize was only the beginning of something deeper.

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After spending weeks attempting to get my house in order, I still felt like it was out of control. If only I could get it organized and keep it that way! It felt like an impossible task, though just months earlier I had very little trouble with it. I realized that I was spending just as much time before the big organization binge trying to keep things neat. And it was starting to get to me. I began to feel anxious looking at the baskets of toys and piles of clothes surrounding me. I felt guilty knowing I had boxes of untouched craft supplies and unfinished house projects that I couldn’t seem to find time to squeeze in.

And then, two or three weeks ago, I started to feel an urge to separate myself from all the material stuff around me. I brought it up to Pete, who has always desired to live fairly minimally, by asking if we could get a dumpster for a week or two. (Can I tell you how happy he seemed with that question?!) We couldn’t start right away, though, because I was working on my sister’s wedding. While waiting the couple weeks until the wedding, we got to pray a lot about what exactly God was doing in my heart. We both felt that this wouldn’t just be another organizing stint. This would be much, much more.

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We’ve known for years that we would have an estate sale before our big move to Africa. We don’t want to put piles of our things in storage and not have them used for years at a time. We still have a year or two before that move, though, so imagine our surprise when we strongly felt God telling us to prepare for the estate sale NOW. What?! That doesn’t make any sense! But we couldn’t shake the thought. I felt like the sale was confirmed in the fact that I got really excited about it. Such a change from my sorting in Minneapolis when I emotionally could not part from more than a few items. By the time we were able to start last Monday morning, I was actually giddy. All I can say is that was not from my own will. I have always loved my stuff and wouldn’t even consider tossing or selling something that I might be able to use in the next couple years. I know that God is preparing our hearts for Africa, but the timing of this is not at all what I expected.

I’ve had a few friends ask, “But an estate sale means you sell everything in your house, right? Why would you do that already?” My answer: yes, and we don’t exactly know yet. We do hope to sell nearly everything. If you see it in our house, it will likely be for sale. Book cases, books, dishes, pictures, bedding, toys…everything. We’re not leaving for another 18-24 months, so we’re praying about how this will play out. We may use the opportunity to clear our belongings and put the money toward a few items that we need and will really use. God has revealed a few details that we will share when the time is right, but for now, we’re trying to listen carefully to what God has for us. We know that His plan and purposes are so much better than our own. And that makes me incredibly excited.

I usually consider Jeremiah 29:11 far overused and fairly cliche, but I’m trusting what this verse says right now. “I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord. “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” We already believe with our entire beings that God has a great plan for our family. I absolutely trust that this place God has called us to – living minimally – will not harm us, but that it will bring us peace and that it will draw us closer to Him.  And the prospering part? I’ve felt deeply that God is freeing me from the guilt and busyness of my material possessions so that I can embrace each moment with my beautiful family. Ella will love having more of my undivided attention before and after school when she begins kindergarten in September. Sam will thrive when we’re able to have more of our day together to do fun and developmental activities. Pete will be able to rest in our home after stressful shifts in the ER and I can be more of the attentive wife I know I was created to be. And for me? I will be able to soak in life. Not the life that my material things give me, but the life that He has already given me, free from so many unnecessary distractions. I tasted this life for two months in Kenya when we had only a few of our things with us. That taste was incredible. What an amazing thing that we will be able to experience something similar here, in this city we so dearly love, right now.

God is so good! I am humbled to be chosen for this life. I truly am.

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Later this week, I’ll be posting a few tips I’ve learned on getting organized and making the separation with our material goods a little easier. Also, if you’re interested and live in the area, I’ll announce when the estate sale will be as soon as we know. Please pray with us on this as we’re still working out the details with a few local companies.

 

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Finding My Worth: How Much I Can Do

In our society of busy, busy, busy, hustling from place to place with so little margin, it’s hard to know what to feel when something falls out of place. We can so carefully set everything up, like a perfectly arranged line of dominoes, each piece placed precisely where it will be of greatest use. My dominoes are pretty clearly labeled, as I know they are for most of us. Fitness, cooking, laundry, errands, phone calls, cleaning, groceries, appointments, planning for upcoming teaching sessions, spending quiet time with Jesus, Ella, Sam, Pete… We’ve all got our own stack of dominoes. But what happens when something gets bumped and the whole line of blocks starts falling?

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He Is Risen!

 

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Jesus is alive! He has risen!

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{inspired} The Jesus Storybook Bible

Our family has been loving The Jesus Storybook Bible for the last month. This book was written for children ages four and up, but I will openly admit that it is impacting my own faith. The book makes its way through many well-known Bible stories, but it’s not like any other children’s Bible collection I’ve ever read.  The book beautifully tells each story and then explains how the story points to Jesus. It is profound and thought-provoking while evoking a feeling of intimacy and love from a Creator who knew exactly what he was doing to save the people he loves so dearly. All this while writing on a level that can be comprehended by a four-year-old. Amazing.

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Hope Spoken

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Y’all, I’m blogging on a plane. I’m flying high at 30,000 feet while sipping an iced caramel macchiato I grabbed at Starbucks just moments before boarding.

Hold up, let’s reflect on those last two sentences for a sec. One, I said y’all, which is totally permissible after being in Dallas all weekend. Second, my drink is iced, meaning I’m soaking up every ounce of springiness before hitting the ground in the frozen tundra that is Minnesota. And last, what was I thinking when I made the decision to juggle a drink without a sealed top along with my weekend luggage bag sans wheels, my sweet new No 41 bag, and my boarding pass? Dad, you won’t be surprised to hear I was among the last half dozen on the plane. And I didn’t even have kids in tow. But I made it! And that’s something!

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I am on my way back from Hope Spoken, likely the greatest conference I’ve ever attended with 200+ incredibly inspiring women. Besides lots of hugs & tears & laughs & chocolate, there was a whole lot of amazingness going on. I arrived knowing only my darling friend, Anna of Along an Inland Sea. Ms Anna told me about the conference last fall after it was already sold out. Fortunately, I was able to score a ticket over Twitter and started dreaming of a weekend surrounded by some incredible women I knew only from Instagram and through a few blogs. I was a little nervous as our plane prepared to land in Dallas on Friday afternoon. I admit that part of it was due to the turbulence in the air (Anna & I may or may not have squeezed each others hands for dear life), but most of my nerves came from not knowing quite what was to come. It was like getting ready for summer camp and wondering what it would look like, who’d be in my cabin, and desperately hoping the counselor was one of the ‘cool ones.’ But as soon as we arrived at the hotel, met the roomies, and checked in for the conference, I felt so wrapped in love that all my fears flew right out the window. And that was the beginning.

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My heart was reset this weekend. It was encouraged and steeped in the beauty of Jesus’ love for me. We were led in worship, we spent time studying God’s Word in small groups, and we heard words from women who were transparent and honest and so real. That’s not something that is easy to come by in this world of blogging where it’s so easy to reveal only the cool, artsy, enviable parts of life and hide the messy, tough stuff. As everything came to a close earlier today, I realized that this is the first time in my life I have left a conference fully and deeply content with who I am and where I am. I feel no pressure to measure up to anyone else. Instead, I want to soak in time with Jesus, praying & journaling & reading, to discover what He has next for me.

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Friday night, Shauna Niequist, author of Cold Tangerines and Bittersweet, shared a message that spoke directly to my heart. Everything she said hit exactly where I am right now. The need for margin and to slow down and get rid of the busy. She mentioned that we can be ‘brimming with contentedness,’ which completely appeals to me. This is one area where I struggle, often feeling like I just can’t keep up with everything I want to do and feel I should do. But there are very few feelings of contentment in that. It’s far from where I want to live this life and it’s not at all what God wants of me. It’s only what I feel the world wants of me or what I feel pressured to show the world. So I hope to arrive home and go after contentedness. It’s so opposite of what I usually go home with after a conference. I love what Shauna said she’s striving for this year: More Love. Less Hussle. I dearly want to adopt that and find it in my own life.

So soon I’ll be home, in the company of my little loves and my Pete. This plane can’t go fast enough. I’m praying I’ll be able to hold onto the truths and love I experienced this weekend and carry them into my at-home, woman-wife-mama-friend life. I really just want more of Jesus and his love. And that is so good.

 


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