We are NOT moving this weekend.

Well, it is official - we are not buying the new house. Alas, the dreams of relaxing in the hot tub after a long time go by the wayside. Basically, the week before closing (which was supposed to be today) I began getting more and more stressed and feeling strongly that we should NOT buy the house. Part of that came from trying to get quotes for homeowners insurance on the new house. We actually had someone quote us $6000 for a year of homeowners insurance. Craziness.

One night as I was lying in bed, I began thinking of all the fixed expenses we'd have in the new house for as long as we had both houses and I started freaking out. So, I made a chart. The totals made me believe even stronger that we should not buy the new house while our house was still not sold. Even though we received pre-approval for financing that way, it made me nervous. After all, the brilliant finance guy who did the calculations wasn't going to have to balance the checkbook.

When we first entered into this whole deal, everyone was telling us we should sell our house almost immediately as the market is so hot down here and there are no houses on the market. Within two weeks, the bubble burst and our realtor said no one in their whole office was getting any calls and the news stations were reporting that the market was beginning to tank due to overinflated house prices anyway.

Long story a little shorter: basically, we are relieved to not be moving right now. Our house will stay on the market for the next 5 months and we'll see what happens. Thanks for your prayers.

Me and My Dad

I can't remember a single volleyball or basketball game that my Dad missed when I was in 7th - 12th grade. He made time to be there. He and my Mom drove many miles sometimes to be there. It was important to me and it was important to him. Sometimes everyone in the gym knew he was there as he shared his exuberant cheering with all, but I would rather have an exuberant father in the stands than one who stayed at home. My parents and I would often ride home together after the away games and that gave us a great chance to strategize over the whole game - the goods and the bads.

We played "Pig" at the hoop he set up for me. My Dad was a good shot, too. The only way I had a chance of winning was to stand at the free throw, turn around, arch my back like I was doing the limbo and hurl it over my head towards the hoop. I had to perfect that shot so I always had one he couldn't quite get.

No matter what sport, my Dad was supportive. He even made it to a few of my college games. He and my Mom were there for my last home volleyball game at Northland. He even was able to watch me play soccer once on Guam when we, the faculty team, were playing against my high school girls team.

I knew sports was a realm that my Dad and I could always connect in, so I got involved as much as possible and I put my heart into it too - because I knew my Dad was up there in the stands cheering me on. I think that had a definite impact on the type of athlete I became. I wasn't the braniac in the family (all of my sister's were valedictorians - I was 7th in class rank). There were other areas that my sister's clearly had been more gifted then I. They all played brass instruments like my Dad - I played the flute. So while they had their areas to connect - I had sports. We had a good time together through the years at all those games and on all those trips. I was truly blessed to have 2 parents in the stands supporting me when so many kids are lucky to have one.

So Dad, thanks for helping make me a stronger athlete and for being there. Happy Father's Day.

Possible New House

Here is the update. Yesterday we had the house inspection. It went well. There are two things that need to be dealt with before closing and I think the sellers have agreed to the fixes. Our realtor thinks we are still on track to close in 12 days. I go back and forth in my mind between whether we should or shouldn't get the house. I don't know if that is the Lord preparing me that it is going to fall through, or what. We've decided to leave it in the Lord's hands. There are still several ways the deal could fall through, so we are praying that if He doesn't want us to make this move that He solidly closes the door. Thanks for your prayers for us during this time.

Master Bedroom / Master Bath

Here is a view from the corner of the master bedroom into the master bath. I love the pedestal sink. On the right side is a vanity table and on the left side is the sink, toilet and tub.

Hot Tub at the New House

Okay, so I admit, this is a definite cool feature of the new house. This is in a screened in breezeway between the main house and the "guest house/work space". The greenery that you see is actually from the inside landscaping.

Mike, Dad Herriage, Royce

We spent Memorial Day visiting Mike's Mom, Dad and brother in North Carolina. We left after work on Friday evening and drove through the night to arrive there at about 7:15 a.m. on Saturday morning. Mike's Mom didn't know we were coming, but his Dad had set the alarm for 7:00 and told Mom Herriage that he wanted a big breakfast. So, she was in the kitchen getting out the food for breakfast. Mike's Dad met us at the door and escorted us to the kitchen where Mike walked in and said hello. I think his Mom was seriously shocked. Even Royce was able to keep the secret that we were coming, so that worked out well. Mom Herriage had a birthday on Sunday, so it was nice to be there to spend her birthday with her. We were going to drive home on Monday (Memorial Day), but Mike started thinking about the traffic and we decided to leave late on Sunday night and drive through the night again. So, we took off around 9:00 p.m. and got in to our house about 11 hours later and slept for several hours.

We always enjoy spending time with Mike's parents and brother. We are thankful to have the opportunity to go up there and thankful that the Lord gave us the strength and safety to travel through the night twice without any problems.

Mrs. B and I at the Wedding

Well, in continuing talking about people who have influenced me and in honor of her birthday which is today, I'd like to tell you about Mrs. B.

I met Beverly Pelletier in 1999 when I first arrived on Guam. She was one of the friends who first accepted me and took care of me. She worked in the main office as well and we ended up spending tons of time together. My first summer on Guam was a little difficult as I was living by myself for the first time ever. I found that I needed someone who I could just spend time around - an opportunity to be out of my quiet apartment. Mrs. B was on "granny patrol security" which meant that she would drive around campus on a golfcart making sure everything was okay and watching over the Bible Institute students. She let me ride with her and we bonded in an incredible way over those hours of riding around on the golf cart.

She is like an adopted Mom, Grandma and Friend all in one. She took care of me and let me sleep on her couch all drugged up when I had to get my wisdom teeth out. She let me tag along with her around island on various errands before I had a car. She even dragged me out of bed on Saturdays at 6:00 a.m. so we could get to K-Mart before the crowds for our weekly shopping trip. I've since forgiven her for that. :) She was always amazed that I could get up at like 5:58 a.m. and be out the door at 6:00 a.m. with my hat firmly in place covering my wild bedhead hair. When I decided that I was going to spend Christmas alone in my apartment all day because I was depressed about spending Christmas on Guam without my best friend, Vanesa (who had gone home that year), she made sure I came over and ate with her and several of the Bible Institute students. Basically, she took care of me and was a very close friend.

Mrs. B and I will always be friends. Our friendship can cover the distance no matter where we are. She listened to me completely, felt free to let me know when I was wrong and accepted the real me with no reserve. I could trust her with who I was and know that she would help mold me into something better. The amazing thing is that this is who she was with everyone - not just me. She loved the Micronesian students like they were her own kids and they trusted her too. Each of us who have had the privilege of being a part of her life have carried part of her with us as we have moved on. Thank you, Mrs. B. I love you and miss you. Happy Birthday.

Pastor Mike and Brenda VerWay

I apologize in advance for the length of this blog. I was recently inspired by a joking comment from a friend to do a series of blogs on people who have influenced my life. Since doing a blog on him was his idea, I thought it only appropriate to start with Pastor Mike. :) Pastor Mike and Brenda came into my life when I was in 8th grade. They came to fill the youth pastor position at my church. Little did I know the effect of their impact on my life that would become clear in the following years.

They were real. I saw them in many different circumstances and knew their faith to be real. I could listen and grow under Pastor Mike's teaching because of who they were in normal life. As I look back on who I was in high school, I recognize the infinite level of patience they had in dealing with me. They were there at camp the summer when I was having the worst attitude of my life and he was preparing to actually send me home from camp until the Lord got ahold of my life and I got saved. They came over to my house to personally tell me something that I would learn the next day at church about a situation that would devastate me. They stayed while I cried and I will never forget Pastor Mike's solo the next morning in church. He sang "Where is a Gideon...where is man" and I sat in my seat and cried. They were a source of stability for me and I knew I could go to them with anything.

Brenda will never know how much she changed me. She was a role model to me and someone who I desperately wanted to be close to. She listened to me when I needed to talk and wasn't afraid to challenge me or bust me when I needed it. We talked about dating as I was seeking to find my acceptance in a relationship and not in God. She gave me wise advice about dating and relationships that I carried with me through college and my time on Guam. She made a point to be a part of our lives - even when she had her hands full with being a wife and a mommy. We all loved her.

I had the distinct honor of having Pastor Mike perform my wedding ceremony. People told us afterwards that it was the funniest wedding they had been to in a long time. We made it through the typical wedding bloopers and he performed the ceremony with both dignity and hilarity. I'm not sure how that is possible, but the wedding video proves it to be true. I'm thankful that they could both be there for our special day. Michael, their son, was just thankful that I was getting married. He was little when I was in high school and I spent a lot of time with him at various youth activities. He wasn't very old when I was driving him to his house one day and he asked me if I was going to marry my boyfriend. I told him that I didn't know and he told me that if Matt didn't marry me, he would. It was so sweet. By the time of my wedding he was much older and thankful he didn't have to stick to that. :)

Basically, to wrap it all up even though I could go on and on, Pastor Mike and Brenda left imprints on my life and I will forever be grateful that they were willing to invest in my life.

Oh yes, I'm also thankful that they never called the police on me and my various friends who toilet papered their house many times. At least 2 of those times, we were seriously caught. Thankfully, most youth pastors understand that toiler papering is merely a teenage way of saying "We love you."

The House We Are Looking To Buy
Okay - here is the house that we put an offer in on yesterday. They counter-offered and we counter-offered. We might go back and take their original counter-offer after talking to our finance guy. We are basically just waiting now to hear back from the realtor and the finance guy. Our house is officially on the market and we'll probably be getting our for sale sign in front today. I'm working to keep the house in consistent "show-shape" and still live life and manage the businesses. Keep praying that the Lord will work out the details. Unfortunately this is the only picture we have of the new place for now.

Our House - Soon to Be For Sale

Well, we think we have decided to go ahead and put the house up for sale. We are looking at another house and have had a hard time deciding whether we should move now or wait about six more months. We mainly need to move because the business is taking over the house. So far we've taken over 2 of the bedrooms and the "Breakfast Nook". We don't really have much more room to take over. We've debated a lot over what to do and decided that we will put the house up for sale and put in an offer on the other house. The Lord can work from there. If we sell the house for our asking price and can purchase the other for our offer, everything will work well and we'll be in a great spot that will actually have a separate building (though attached through a screened in breezeway) for the business. Pray for the Lord to lead and guide. If we are supposed to get the new house, He'll work out the details.

I am "reading through the Bible in a year" again and I am using a book that was introduced to me by Emily Davis while we were still in Guam. I really like the division of the daily readings as it divides them into sections that correspond together and not just a set number of chapters a day.

Today was Proverbs 30-31. How appropriate as Mothers Day is in a few days. Chapter 30 is so simple yet profound. And as I was reading chapter 31 I could not help but smile. Every part of that reflected Sandra (except the 'children' part, of course).

I am still amazed more and more on how much Sandra has a grasp on so many different things. I know that the Lord has blessed her with gifts and talents beyond what I even know about. I like to watch her do things that are so simple to her, yet fry my brain just trying to fathom them. I try to learn from her, but many times I simply have to let her do it knowing that I am in such good hands.

So, that is my thought for the day. Yet again, I am shown the greatness of God in the wife He gave to me.

We don't have kids and it's okay - really!

There does come a point when you get sick of well-meaning relatives and friends asking you when you are going to have kids. Does anybody else experience this? Yesterday one of my co-workers kept asking when we are going to have kids and said he doesn't understand why so many couples wait to have kids. I told him that it took so long for Mike and I to find each other that we want to have time to spend together without adding the responsiblity of kids yet. Looking back at the last 2 3/4 years of marriage, I'm so thankful that the Lord has given us that time together without kids. We've moved a lot and been through several different job situations and not having kids allowed us to do all of that more smoothly.

Bottom line: God is in control of when anyone has kids. If I don't think I'm ready, and He does, guess what - He wins and "surprise". If I think I'm ready, and He doesn't, guess what - He wins and we don't have kids. So basically, it's isn't in my control.

Anybody struggle with this same situation? Or anybody realize they've been guilty of doing this to their married friends?

I love Sandra!!

Mark & Kim Schlosser
A few weeks ago we had the opportunity to get together with some friends from Guam. I'm not sure what it is about Guam and the ministry out there...maybe it is the fact that you basically live, work, worship, celebrate ups, hang together during downs and survive typhoons together that often makes you closer to the people around you than family. Since you are on the other side of the world from your real family, they basically become your family while you are there. I have found that even if you weren't super close to someone while on "the rock" (Guam), when you are Stateside and you have the chance to see them, you jump at it just because it is like seeing family again. You can get together and share your memories and enjoy the fellowship. The Schlossers were good friends to me on Guam. Mr. Schlosser (I still have a hard time calling him Mark) was my deacon for the first few years I was there and was a blessing on several occasions. Kim and I became closer at a point when we were both struggling with some things and the Lord kind of pushed us together. I will always be thankful that the Lord brought her to be an encouragement to me during that time.

I walked away from seeing them a few weeks ago and could only be positively affected. They were an encouragement to me in a huge way and I thank the Lord for bringing friends into our lives who can say the right thing at the right time in just the right way. My life is better for having walked the same path with them for a period of time.

Big Praise

Well, I like to refer to it as "the curse of my bones". It really began right before my freshman year at Northland. I broke my finger just a week before I went up to try out for volleyball...to play the setter position. It continued through the course of all 4 years. Each semester, I either broke or dislocated at least one finger. Try taking your secretarial typing classes and each semester having a different finger sticking straight up in a splint, yet still trying to make your timed typings. It continued in Guam. My first year out there I was having a soccer practice with the faculty and staff ladies who were going to play against my girls in a game. I was demonstrating dribbling back and forth and said "this is how you do it". Just at that moment, my foot came down wrong and I broke my ankle. I also broke at least one other finger while I was in Guam, but have been relatively disaster-free since then.

Yesterday I was sure I broke the same ankle again. No glory story or anything. I stood up. I stepped. My foot came down sideways, my ankle made an ugly noise and I fell. I couldn't get up. Eventually, I hopped to the car and drove home trying not to use my right foot for the entire hour and fifteen minute drive.

We went today to get it checked and thankfully it is just sprained. I praise the Lord for protecting it and not allowing it to break. I am also thankful that God allowed me to get home safely while driving that way through tons of traffic and a thunderstorm. Finally, I'm thankful that God gave me the perfect husband to take care of me right now. He has been wonderful. Pray that the swelling stays down and that I can get back on both feet soon.

More on the saga of how we got where we are...

Last time I left off with us moving out of our condo after only three months due to damage caused by Hurricane Charley. We moved us and our stuff into my sister's house in Kissimmee. After a few weeks, my parents were coming to visit and Mike wanted to give them the guest room, so since our insurance was covering other housing for us up to a certain total, we moved ourselves into a hotel. We actually lived in the hotel for 6 weeks. What an adventure. The best part was the great free breakfast every morning. The air in the hotel room was kind of musty though as the air conditioner would not maintain temperature. We were always either turning it way up or turning it way down to try to balance it out. So, we started to get sick and decided to move.

We then moved ourselves into a vacation home. We couldn't get a normal apartment because they seemed to all be full. However, in Orlando there are tons of vacation homes for rent for families going to Disney. So, we found one and moved into it for a couple of months. During this time, we found a great church (really the first one since we had been married). Unfortunately, it was about 50 minutes away from the vacation home, so we decided to try to find an apartment closer to the church.

We were able to find one. So, we moved again. This time we moved all our stuff out of my sister's house and moved everything into the apartment. We thought we were staying there for at least a year and we were excited to finally slow down. Not long after that, Mike's boss asked him if we would move to Tampa and start another location and Mike would be 1/5 owner in the new company without having to invest anything other than his time. So we started looking for houses by Tampa.

In May, we moved again. We are now in a house in Plant City - about 21 miles from Tampa. The Lord actually blessed us with a brand new home that was going to be the same price as all the "as is" 30 year old homes we were looking at. We have now been here for almost 11 months and it has been wonderful to put down some roots. Now, believe it or not, we are starting the search again for a new place. Because I run the Ebay stores out of our house, I have already taken over 2 bedrooms and the little breakfast nook with Ebay stuff. We just need more space. More space would allow us to spread out the products more so it doesn't take as long to pull the items for orders. So, the saga continues and we are looking again...

A few lessons I have learned through all of this: 1. Don't keep stuff just because you have it. After moving so many times, you learn a lot of things aren't really important. If it doesn't have sentimental value and you haven't used it in awhile, sell it on Ebay! One less item to pack the next time. 2. I'm so thankful that the Lord has given me a husband with an adventurous spirit. As I look back at all those moves, we met each one with an adventurous spirit and looking to see what God would do in our lives rather than being depressed about moving again. 3. I'm so thankful we didn't have children early on in our marriage. I can't imagine all of those moving adventures with a child in tow. The Lord knew that would be more than I could bear.

Okay - I think that completes getting everyone caught up basically on where we are now. I promise that future blogs won't be so wordy.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Yes, it is true. Today is my 29th birthday. The last year that I can have a 2 at the beginning of my age. Some of my older friends have been depressed at the idea of being 30. My husband, on the other hand, actually had a party to celebrate turning 30 (and since he hates all things related to people celebrating his birthday or giving gifts, that is a miracle in and of itself). Thankfully I have another year to figure out how to cope with that 30 number. For now, I will enjoy still being in my twenties.

The phrase "Happy Birthday to Me" brings back such memories. I went through a phase in college where every good thing in life was met with a response of "Happy Birthday to Me" (with unique accents on the syllables). Apparently this phase was so prevalent in my life that last year when I saw the men's college basketball coach, Coach Scott, he remembered me at least 6 years later as the girl who always said "Happy Birthday to Me!"

Having a birthday in April has meant that it often fell on or near Easter. This morning we started out the morning by leaving at 6:20 a.m. to go to a sunrise service at church. It's so easy to get wrapped up in every day life and forget about how much Christ did for us on the cross and what a victory His resurrection was for all of us. Without it, He would have just been another great man. I am so thankful that we know Christ is risen and we will one day meet Him in heaven. I'm humbled by all that He went through for me.

Happy Birthday wishes also go out to my high school friend, Lisa. I've always enjoyed sharing my birthday with Lisa. Also, happy birthday to Bob-man for tomorrow.

Moving On to Florida

Continuing the saga from the last post...we left Pennsylvania and headed down to Florida. Mike's sister and brother-in-law had an extra master bedroom in their house and invited us to come live with them while we looked for jobs. They said Florida had tons of job openings. So, two weeks after our marriage we moved in to their house.

We began earnestly looking for jobs. We sent out what seemed like hundreds of resumes and Mike went to several job fairs. It seemed like all the job openings were low wage jobs like cleaning hotels and things like that. All professional level jobs had tons of competition and the Lord just didn't have it planned for us to have jobs yet. Thankfully both of us were able to come into our marriage debt-free and that allowed us to not have that stress hanging over our heads during the no job period.

Three months later, the Lord gave me a job with Wycliffe Foundation and a few weeks later Mike was able to get a "temp job" through a friend of his brother-in-law. They needed help for a few days at their copy shop and Mike filled in. After a couple weeks of each day being told to come back in, they finally just asked him if he wanted to stay on full time. Just a little after that I decided to leave Wycliffe Foundation and go to work for my sister. We grew up running several different businesses with our family, so it was only natural for us to work together. We get along very well and don't have the normal fights that everyone seems to expect you would have in working with family. Frankly, I love it. My mother instilled in us an entrepreneurial spirit practically from birth so I love working hard and seeing our efforts be blessed by the Lord. It is much different than being a secretary in a Christian school, but after my last position in that role, I was honestly a little burnt out on vocational ministry.

Let me back up though...we moved out of Ken and Kristin's house after almost 10 months. They jokingly commented often that living with their 3 young boys was the best birth control we'd ever have. While we were anxious to be in our own place, I'm grateful for the hospitality and the acceptance Ken and Kristin gave us during our time in their house. I was able to get to know them much better than would have ever been possible had we not had that time together.

In May of 2004, the Lord gave us a little condo in Kissimmee, FL. We enjoyed our first place together. It was about 10 minutes from work for me and I enjoyed that as I had previously been driving an hour to work each day. We were still not even unpacked from Guam when the Lord allowed Hurricane Charley to come through Kissimmee. We had gone through much stronger typhoons in Guam, so this seemed like nothing to us. We even stood in front of our large front windows and held them in against the wind and rain to keep them from breaking. Hindsight might say that was a little foolish, but at the time, we thought it was a good plan. After the hurricane passed, we went outside to check everything out. We saw several windows broken in the condo above us, but didn't know the extent of the damage. By the time we walked in the front of our condo (thinking we had made it through okay), gallons of water were pouring through our ceiling fan in the living room. Through the next few days we found that the roof had severly failed and the condo above us had standing water all over and the ceilings had begun falling up there. We could see water spots starting in our ceilings and knew it was only a matter of time until our condo would be destroyed as well. So, three months to the day after we finally had our own place, we moved all of our things out of our condo and moved in with my sister and her family who also lived in Kissimmee.

More to come soon - sorry for being so wordy. :)

Stages of Life

I've posted below a picture of us in Pennsylvania a few days after our wedding. We thought that would be our home and area of ministry immediately after our marriage, but the Lord had different plans. We moved from Guam to Michigan to get married. The day after our wedding we moved to Pennsylvania. We got there expecting that there was a job waiting for at least one of us and thinking our housing was arranged at least until the winter. We met with the HR director who thanked us for coming and told us he would let us know if there were any openings. Needless to say, we were in shock. We had just moved everything and planned to start our life together there, but it seemed the Lord was closing the door. He confirmed that a week later when our housing situation fell through. Now with no jobs and no place to stay, we felt it was time to move somewhere else. So, on August 6, 2003, we departed Pennsylvania and headed towards Florida. More to come on the stages of life we have been through and the many places we have lived in the past two and a half years.

Mike and I at BBC in Pennsylvania 2003