The House of Adventure

Some stuff about living in the ghetto house of Lookout Mountain.

Bedsheets keep out sunlight just as well as curtains will. 

Boxes of books make as good of couch legs as anything. 

A yard that looks like a jungle that's been through a forest fire is good protection against anyone ever coming to your house....this includes neighbors who could make you poisonous cookies. 

Buy salad mix, even if you won't use all of it before it goes bad. I'm about to die of scurvy or whatever you get from not eating green things. 

Dogs shed. A lot. 

Don't leave the bathroom door open if you want the dog to stay out of the nasty trash. 

Dogs leave nose prints on anything glassy.

Dogs are awesome.

I'm on the brink of digging a pit in the backyard to throw all of this trash in. 

Cheese graters double as pasta strainers. 

$30 Kmart dressers are probably not the most stable on the market. That's why God invented duct tape and tool-handy roommates. 

Who needs a kitchen table anyway?

It's amazing how many things you can make with simple sandwich ingredients. And how many things you can't.

It's a good thing smoke detectors come with a shut-up button. 

God also invented Lysol spray for houses whose windows won't open.

Less than a square foot of counter space is sufficient for preparing food. Really.

First houses challenge your skills of creativity and ingenuity, and I am determined to be victorious.

New Life in The Hollow

Hello, change. I've experienced a lot of you in the last two weeks.

On the same day that I said goodbye to my sweet dfocus community, I also said goodbye to my younger brother as I moved him into college. Mind you, UT isn't that far from home, but it's still LEAVING our house. WAH.

Last week, I spent a day with my precious Chinese girls and they cooked dinner in their hotel room for Emily Skaar and me--which means that they consider us really close friends *insert warm fuzzies here* The next day I reciprocated and had them over for dinner. We had sweet times playing board games together and laughing, regardless of cultural barriers. I saw tears glistening in Meng's eyes when we said goodbye for the last time. God blessed me so much with them. Only one of them knows Jesus now, but I'm asking him to please please please bring the others into His family as well so we can all hug each other in heaven.

A few days later, it was time to move to my NEW HOUSE (also known as "The Hollow" for now). Well, the house itself isn't quite so new--it certainly has its....quirks (why does my room smell like pee..?)....but it's a place I've never lived before. Girls have this idealistic tendency when it comes to houses to think that we will really enjoy having a place to clean, cook in, and call home. Time for a wake up call ladies, these things require upkeep! The lawn is an overgrown mess and we have no lawnmower (or machetes) with which to cut it. There is no dumpster sitting conveniently outside, waiting for us to put our trash in it. Broken furniture requires tools and lack of furniture requires money and shopping time (table? counter space? a couch? do we really need those?). Planning meals is an art skill that takes time and energy (and budgeting prowess on very little money) to perfect. And even living with a puppy, which has been my joy these last few days, means extra time sweeping, taking it out to poop, and dealing with little brown hairs stuck in everything.

I'm also trying to get used to not living in the constant community I had on The Fritz. Now I have to drive up to campus if I want to visit my friends--I can't just walk down the hallway. And not spending my last year living with Lisa is so sad to me even though I know God wanted it.

On the other hand, having a living room is really nice (even if the couch is overturned because two of the legs are missing). Having immediate access to food (even if it's scanty) is really nice too. Sleeping in a room alone is an adjustment, but for now I have my own space that I can do WHATEVER THE HECK I WANT with. But the BEST part is living with a fantastic year-old chocolate lab named Maddie, even with the copious amounts of hair on everything. She likes taking naps in my room and following me around the house in the morning. There's no question as to whether or not I'll have a dog when I live somewhere in the real world.

Tomorrow classes begin and I'll start doing practicums in preparation for student teaching next semester. I can see how God has planned out each step this year as an adjustment for me in my growing-up process. But I'm not scared of it like I used to be, just a little bit sad and a little bit excited at the same time. I have no question that His will is good and that He's molding me into someone who looks more like Him. He is my joy and fulfillment in every circumstance--including changes like these.

Dfocus: The End

This room is really quiet without seven other girls giggling in the background. I'm not sure what to do with it.

So I'm home. Not just to do laundry or eat dinner before heading back to my cabin for a snugglefest or running out with my crazy friends for a midnight escapade, but to sleep and stay like I'm supposed to. It's lonely. On top of that, I'm purposefully listening to sad music, going through pictures, and refusing to fix the fact that I'm sleep deprived in order to ride this end-of-the-summer emotional tidal wave. Wah wah wah.

God did things this summer that I was told to expect but didn't necessarily think would happen.

First and foremost He's made Himself huge and real to me in a way that I've never experienced before. I learned how to present not only my circumstances, but most importantly my attitudes in order to learn what He was teaching me through the circumstances that I used to only pray would go away. He became my fulfillment more than ever before--something I've caught snatches of in the past but never rested in. I saw this especially at the end (that means...this week), when He blatantly told me no to something I really wanted and it took less than two days for me to stop wrestling with Him over it. That's Him giving me His mind, just like I'm learning to ask Him to.

Second, He gave me deep relationships with people who want only to follow Him and push me to do the same. People who I will not only miss, but will write letters to and drive several hours to visit. People who I WILL see in heaven. My cabinmates blessed me in a deep way as we learned to love and snuggle with each other for ten weeks. My small group surprised me with random words of wisdom and encouragement. God even allowed me to make friends with boys who showed me love and grace in a brotherly way that most will not--something I specifically asked for.

There's nothing like walking outside and seeing/yelling at friends out on their porches. Or coming into a cabin where three girls are stacked upon one another on the couch. Or absolutely rejoicing in free, cheesy Pigeon Forge experiences. Or worshiping loudly and openly while holding hands with friends on either side of you. Or realizing that Jesus loves you more than anyone else ever will and that He's showing you just a tiny glimmer of that love through a beautiful, blossoming community.

I was challenged and loved.

I am overjoyed to be holding onto Jesus by the hand while he He teaches me to trust Him one step at a time. 

The cryfest will continue on and off over the next few days, but I'm so comforted by the fact that when it comes to people who love Jesus, it's never the end. This is the time when my growth will really be put to the test and I'm so thankful that He will never leave me, regardless of the changes He puts in my still-short life.

Seasons are beautiful, and this was a particularly breathtaking summer.