Sunday, October 31, 2010

Pumpkin Patches Through The Years

October 2008 in Longwood, FL

October 2009 somewhere near Joplin, MO
yes, I'm serious, I have no idea where this was taken

October, 2010 Longwood, FL (same pumpkin patch as 2008)

My, how time FLIES

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A Comment

I posted this comment in response to Amber's post about Claiming a New Name. I really wanted to post it here.

My name is Rachel. Little Lamb. I hated my name for a long time, because who wants to be named after a farm animal? But then, when I was a senior in High School, I had to analyze this poem, and ironically at the same time was singing the words set to music in my voice lessons. And then my name came to mean SO MUCH to me.

“The Lamb” by William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!

So my NEW name is the same name, the name the Lord audibly told my mother I would be. It just means something new to me.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Lots of numbers

We are gearing up for our EIGHTH move as a married couple.

We've only been married FOUR years.

If I let them, these facts will grab hold of my every limb, start swirling and overwhelm me, taking me down with them.

You see, approximately SEVEN days after we signed a lease and moved into an adorable, moderately priced house, thus moving out of my parents' house and out on our own into the wild blue yonder, my husband was offered a job approximately 45 miles away in Daytona Beach. The lease we signed was for ONE year. Which meant, at the point we officially accepted the job, we had ELEVEN months left. The day Josh got the job was the day I stopped unpacking, which means we still have FOUR MILLION boxes in various states of unpacked-ness in our house.

The good news is that whenever we are ready, we can begin advertising that our house is up for rent again, and be released from our remaining HOWEVERMANY months there are left on our lease as soon as someone else can fill it. The bad news is that we haven't started that process because I still have about EIGHT weeks left of my internship here in Orlando. So Josh will commute for a while. It's not that takes the same amount of time to get up there as it does to get to downtown Orlando because of traffic/lack of traffic. It means that we'll be without him on Wednesday and Saturday nights, but I think with a little ice cream I can convince Zeke that it's alright.

The good-er news is that my husband is back in ministry. This is a full-time youth-pastor position that includes responsibilities at a school, and he is in love. We were meant to take time away--I didn't think it would only be SIX months, but God doesn't tend to give me much warning about these sorts of things. He figures it's better for me to be surprised. So here we go, head-over-feet-first, ready to take on a new challenge. Yes, it involves many more transitions and many more unknowns, which I am not known to deal well with, but there are a few things I do know:

I have ONE happy husband, which makes me ONE happy wife.
I have ONE amazing toddler who adapts to his environment easily.
I have ONE really awesome father in heaven who will take care of us and love me even when I'm sick of all this transition.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

t-minus 3 days and counting...

On Saturday I will depart Orlando in my massive '01 Buick Lesabre to go to Miami for a few days, where I will do something extremely cool. Extremely cool and just a little bit nerdy.

On Sunday I will don a new "hat." I will be a PRESENTER at the Florida Counseling Association's annual state conference.

If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that my presentation "Perinatal Death and Bereavement: Implications for the Counseling Profession" was accepted as a 90 minute "breakout session" at this conference.

Did I mention that I am STILL A STUDENT? Yes, I, as a student, was accepted to speak at a conference. I'm trying to tell myself that it's not; but really, it IS a BIG DEAL. To me, at least.

I've been out of commission for a while now (for about 6 months my posts have been infrequent at best, and I've all but abandoned "Operation KidConnect," the way cool project for which Hallmark sent me some awesome cards...and really, I'd love to get it going again but let's face it. I had fewer blog readers on my "Operation KidConnect" days than I did all week. What's up with that? Aaaaaaaanyway.) because of school, but more recently because I've been so busy preparing for this presentation. I'm in obsessive list-writing mode, with a pad of paper by my side of the bed, and I wake up at all hours of the night, grab a pen and add to my list of "things to pack":
*underwear (really? do I have to list this? I mean, DUH)
*face wash (yeah, this is a legitimate "wake up in the middle of the night" item because I have forgotten it)
*3 shirts
*3 pairs of pants
...and then I write out every single outfit I am going to wear for the entire conference.

I'm not kidding. Right now my list-making is officially a compulsion.

ANYWAY, back to the conference. I'm speaking on Sunday afternoon, and I'm terrified. When I think about it, I get paralyzed for a split second. But I'm just going to get up there and treat it as a performance. No, I will not be picturing the audience in their underwear.

I hope to leave the conference with a renewed sense of confidence in my intelligence and competence as a counselor....and a job. These things are great for networking, I hear.

I'll let you all know how it goes!