Sunday, June 10, 2012

10 on the 10th--memories!

Today I got to celebrate the 25th anniversary of Woodland Heights Baptist Church, a church my family got to be a part of starting. 25 years ago. What a sweet time I had! These people have loved me, prayed for me, and supported me in so many ways (including financially!).  So, I thought I would share 10 special times I had with this particular church family:

1. About 140 of us first started meeting at various locations--they called us"The Church on the Move"--including the UCA BSU (BCM), Pickles Gap Village (believe it or not), other churches, and a couple of local camps. I was in college, but home for the summer, and I especially loved going out to meet at the camps. I don't know why exactly--I think it was the Laura Ingalls in me.

2. Within a year they had bought 28 acres of land on the west side of town, on the way to Toad Suck--an area that had not had a church plant in 100 years. They started building, and started having "God's Family Reunion" every year on the 4th of July. We used to all buy fireworks and meet at the church for a picnic and homemade ice cream and patriotic singing, and then set them off together. It was so much fun!

3. About 6 years later, I returned to WHBC for a wedding...mine! I went to the wedding of 2 precious college students yesterday, which always makes me reminisce about mine--what a happy, happy time that was! I felt like I was floating all day long. Never stopped smiling. The ladies of the church (and of the church I belonged to previously) had generously showered us with gifts in the months before, many of which I'm still using today. On our wedding day the church was full of friends and family and joy.

4. The next year, Mike and I packed all our worldly goods in a Ryder trailer and moved to Lewiston, Idaho, as Mission Service Corps volunteers. Did you catch that last word...volunteers? That means our sole income (until I got a job) was money from supporters. In addition to many WHBCers supporting us personally, the church sent us a check every month for the entire four years we were MSC...and beyond. When I told them Mike had been given a paid position, the church said they knew we were in an emerging region, and kept sending us a monthly check for several more years. What a blessing they were are! (*For more information on supporting MSC volunteers in emerging regions, please visit Jackie. I'm sure she would be happy to share an opportunity with you!*)

5.  7 years after we moved to Idaho, it was Bro. Dave, who has been pastor of WHBC for 24 years, and the members of my parents Sunday School class, who went to the hospital when the ambulance took my dad there. It was Alan Moore, who was the music minister, who called my oldest brother to tell him my dad didn't make it. It was Dick and Janie Longing, faithful members and friends, who picked Mike and me and Jessica and Mikayla up at the Little Rock airport, driving us by the high school to see the marquee in front honoring my dad, and then to my mom's house--which was full of church family as well as family family. Jesus carried us through that time, but He used their physical arms to feed us and entertain my small children and hug us and meet so many needs. He used their physical arms to take care of my mom after we had to return to Idaho, which made it easier for me, knowing she was taken care of. I will never forget that.

6.  5 years after that, Mike and I packed up and moved back to Arkansas--with no job and no place to live! So we moved in with my mom for a few months, and David James offered Mike an interim position in Little Rock, and Tommy Thompson, my Mom's Sunday School teacher, offered him a painting job, so we were able to get a house and live in Conway for a year--the longest time I was ever an actual member of the church! We got to join Richard Henley's Sunday School class--he's my BFF Amanda's husband, and it is a GREAT class!!! Good teaching, good class discussions, and lots of laughter. [Side note: Amanda and I have one of those friendships that can always pick up right where we left off, no matter what. When WHBC started, part of the reason was because my Dad had a burden for a church in that part of town and had been asking about it for several years. But it was motivated, unfortunately, by a split from another church in Conway. It was sad and painful and upsetting, and while my family left and helped start Woodland Heights, Amanda's family--my second family--stayed. We never really talked about it, and it didn't affect our friendship, but few people went through that without getting hurt. So another reason today was so special, and my time that one year in Conway was so special, was that Amanda and her family (and several others from our other church) had joined WHBC and become active members there. When I looked at the hundred of people there this morning, I saw the kind of healing only God can do. He's so good.] Anyway, it was great being in Sunday School together again, and our class Christmas party was a blast!! It started with Mike and I going to the wrong house and almost getting in a family picture (ha!) and progressed to dirty Santa and Amanda's brother Roe telling the story of how "Silent Night" was written...WRONG! We laughed so hard.

7.  Another funny thing that Christmas was that Mike was involved with the church's Christmas play as Max, husband to Honoria, who was played by our children's minister, Stacee Roberson. To whom he said "Yes, dear" a lot and gave foot massages. It was hilarious. Stacee showed love to my kids in AWANA and Sunday School and trips to Wild River Country, and I loved her for it. She's in Heaven now--I hope she and Dad got to peek at us at church today.

8. One (or two) very special thing that happened during that year was that Mike was able to baptize both Jessica and Mikayla! It doesn't get any better than that!!

9and10combined because it's getting late and I'm so sleepy. During our year in Conway, I taught at the church's preschool--including Rebecca's class on Fridays--and helped in kids' choir and VBS, and went for the first time to the ladies banquet they hold in the spring. Each table is decorated by a different woman, however she wants, and the most fun, other than walking around talking to everyone, is walking around looking at the different tables. I've been with Mom several times.

I wish I could close on a deeper or more meaningful note, but I'm all meaningfulled out. Suffice it to say, Woodland Heights means the world to me.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

More random things:

Rebecca (and Mike) made a car for the Awana Grand Prix (Pinewood derby). I love this look on her face when her car actually won a heat!
Our dog Polly had puppies again! 2 little boys named Prince and Peeta. They were really cute, but we sold them both. We're going to try one more time for a girl, so we can breed HER to a mini-dachshund and get a puppy who is 7/8 mini-dach.

Eww, gross! This picture reminds me of Mikayla's monkey experience a couple of years ago...
He had stuck his paw in her mouth...I just love the face!

We did school until May 31.The girls worked really hard this year, and I am sooo glad to be done with Algebra 1.

Rebecca made a number line down the hallway one day.

 Of course we still had time to make forts...

In Jessica's closet
Mikayla's fort took up practically her whole room!

...and to go on "field trips"! This friend from church showed the girls his plane, and echoed Rebecca's science book practically word for word! It was great. He said he'll take us up on a day that isn't as windy!


Monday, June 4, 2012

Random things we've been up to the last 2 months #1

Peep jousting!


Microwave for 30 seconds


Pink won!

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Remember me?

...I used to blog here. I don't know what happened really--just life and trying to keep priorities straight, I guess. But after an hour+ conversation with my dear sister-friend Denise, who says she reads my blog faithfully- but won't leave a comment or get on facebook - and hearing from my mom and my sweet blog-friend Joanna, and reading (and laughing til it hurt) my old journals from college, I decided it's time to jump back in to writing. Summer break helps, too. :)
We really have been quite busy lately. One thing that took up a LOT of my time, although not for long, was reading The Hunger Games trilogy. My niece Kelli raved about them when she read them--way before they were "cool"--but they really didn't sound like my kind of book. I wasn't interested at  all. Then about a year later, all of Jessica's friends started reading them, and since they didn't involve vampires or witchcraft, I was happy to be able to say "yes" for a change--but wanted to read them myself, too, to know if they were really okay. And I was hooked from the get-go! Couldn't put them down. Loved them. I was excited to see the movie, too, although for me the movie (as usual) was not as good as the book.
If you haven't read these books, you probably feel the way I did before I read them--thinking back to having to read the short story "The Lottery" in high school, and how icky it was. But the thing is, that's kind of the point. Yes, basically they are about children killing children, but they're not condoning it--quite the opposite. And there's so much more than that. Parallels to ancient Rome...foreshadowing of the road our culture is headed down? I even--completely secular as they are--found conviction in them. You see, as I thought about the characters in the book, I realized that I am much more like someone who lives in the Capital than I am like Katniss or anyone else in the book. I have so much food in my house, sometimes I have to throw away things that get stale or go bad. I have more clothes than I could wear in a week. I have every convenience and luxury you could imagine. And there are people in the world I live in whose lives are like the people of District 12. Hungry. Ragged. Oppressed. Should I, knowing this, just read a book and then go buy another shaved ice??
So I made a "Hunger Jar," and put it on our kitchen counter. It's a big empty plastic jar (I think pretzels came in it) with my pathetic attempt to integrate a cross into the mockingjay design drawn on it. Anytime someone chooses to go without something. they can put that amount in the jar. For instance, we've all been working in the yard and decide to go to Happy Hour at Sonic, or to get shaved ice. Get a water instead, and you get to put a dollar in the jar! Mikayla has faithfully been drinking water instead of buying a Coke when she goes to lunch Bible study with me on Tuesdays. It was easy for me to give up treats for a while, because I was trying to lose weight. It's been harder since Wii Fit said I'd met my goal and I loosened up a little. But anyway, at the end of each month we count how much is in the jar, get on the Samaritan's Purse website, and spend it! So far we have fed a hungry baby for a week and given toward helping the people in South Sudan. It's not much at all, but even a little can make a difference. If you haven't seen what Samaritan's Purse does beyond the shoe boxes, you should check it out.
So anyway, that obsession was one thing that kept me away from blogging for a while. I'll do my best to share some more with you soon!
(And Dee, I'm FINE, see? But keep praying for me anyway! Love you!)

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Poetry by Mikayla

Roller Coaster
By: Mikayla Sandusky
The chatter in the line of the Rockin’ Roller Coaster was loud,
Very loud.
I was excited,
But more nervous.
When we finally got into our car my palms were sweaty.
I closed my eyes and we were off!
Slowly at first,
then faster and faster.
I opened my eyes for a second,
And closed them tight
GIANT DOUGHNUT!!!
Then I was upside downCORKSCREW!!!
It started getting slower and slower.
Then we stopped.
“my eyes were closed the whole time!” I told my mom.
She made me try again
With my eyes open,
I loved it!

Feathered HatBy: Mikayla Sandusky

There once was an old lady named Pat
Who had a big old feathered hat.
She vacuumed the rug
With a pull and a tug.
And her big feathered hat went splat!
The Hunger Games
By: Mikayla Sandusky

There once was a girl named Katniss
Whose life was filled with sadness.
She joined in the fight,
With a will and a might
And came home with Peeta and gladness!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Thanks for my mother

When I was a little girl, my mom was my role model. I always said that when I grew up I either wanted to be an archaeologist or a mommy. :) I played dolls and house all the time, and she would play with me sometimes. She also taught me to read and to appreciate the beauty of nature and to write thank-you notes and to sing alto.

When I was a college student and young single, my mom was my confidante. When stupid boys/men-who-acted-like-boys would break my heart, I would call her and cry and she would comfort me and encourage me and sing, "Cheer up ye saints of God." And I always knew she was praying for me.

Today, my mom is my friend. We talk on the phone almost every day, telling each other things big and small. I hope that in her lonely times, I comfort and encourage her. We're always praying for each other.

I'm so very thankful to have her. I love you, Mama! Happy Mother's Day!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Birthday #4, Part 2

I started writing this post April 10. APRIL 10!!! Sigh. I was hoping to post "10 things that have been keeping me too busy to read or write blog posts," but this is as far as I got. So I'm changing the title and pushing "publish."
My baby officially turned 8! Her birthday cake request was angel food with strawberries and whipped cream (mmm).


And her birthday celebration fell on a Wednesday night, which was busy with church activities, so we actually just fixed her birthday meal request this week, over a month later. Mike smoked baby back ribs, and ohmygoodness, they were melt in your mouth, fall off the bone good. She's got good taste.