Monday, September 3, 2012

i think i'll go to boston

Today is Labor Day which means no classes! Six of my friends and myself drove into Boston for the afternoon.
In the T!

Abby's fortune at the restaurant we went into in Chinatown - the perfect fortune as we were talking about all living in a little downtown city apartment together. :)

Waiting for the T to go to our various destinations.


Georgetown Cupcake on Newbury Street! Sooooo good.






Relaxing in the Commons.


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Dorm Sweet Dorm

As promised, here are pictures of my home away from home.
Welcome to Chase Hall 224.

The first thing you see as you walk into our room.

To your right is our sink/vanity.

My side of the room.


We have two windows. This one is above Amy's desk.

This is Amy's side of the room.

My window.




Thursday, August 30, 2012

A Beautiful Reunion

My first night back on campus, I reunited with my floor from last year. And they say Chase has terrible community... I would beg to differ. We all miss seeing each other every day, but we have new floors to get to know - and we'll always have each other!

Monday, August 20, 2012

My Week With Joni & Friends

Jeremiah 31:13 "Then shall the young women rejoice in the dance, and the young men and the old shall be merry. I will turn their mourning into joy; I will comfort them and give them gladness for sorrow."

The sun was warming the back of my legs as I lay on the porch of my cabin, "Heron," one sunny afternoon last week. It was our daily free time, and I opened up my Bible to the book I'd been working on reading - Jeremiah. Often when I read the Old Testament prophetic books, I (shamefully) don't expect to get much other than some stories about long-dead kings and bloody wars. But this particular day, God opened my eyes and heart and brought me to Jeremiah 31. Though I am thousands of years removed from the prophet Jeremiah, his divinely inspired words suddenly seemed so relevant. I was in a place with people who came from all different homes, but each were touched by disability that had caused so much mourning and sorrow. Yet here there was dancing and joy and comfort and gladness of heavenly proportions.

As I drove down to the Joni & Friends Family Retreat, I was a little nervous. I was going alone, and I had no idea what to expect. I listened to the first three chapters of Jerry Bridges' Trusting God, but all I could think about was the upcoming week. Who would I meet? Where would I sleep? What would I eat? Who would I be partnered with? What would I do? That was Sunday morning. By Friday afternoon I was making the same trip in the opposite direction, speechless at the week of my life that I just spent in heaven.

For the first nineteen years of my life, I didn't think much about what heaven will be like. I had a vague picture of streets of gold and glimpses of Paradise - you know, white sandy beaches, crystal clear water - as I imagine most people think of heaven. But this week, I got a glimpse of heaven, of Paradise - not the heaven where I'm lounging on the beach not getting a sunburn (let's be realistic, I probably won't be able to even tan in heaven...), but the heaven of Revelation 21:4 - "He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away." The heaven in my mind now is one where autistic children who are made fun of in school are embraced with love, where teenage boys who will forever live in wheelchairs have the seemingly impossible opportunity to get in a boat and go fishing on a lake, where weary mothers can get their nails painted and their hair cut while trusting that their children are in safe, loving hands. I got a little taste of this heaven last week, where, in the midst of incredible sorrow and pain and suffering, joy and love were far greater.

I'll be quite honest, when I signed up for Joni & Friends, I had an aching in my heart for people who are considered unlovely and are perhaps a little harder to love, but I was scared to get out of my comfort zone. I requested to be with an infant, toddler, or elementary school child because I was a little bit frightened at the possibility of spending the week with a mentally disabled teenager. I'm horribly ashamed to admit that, but God completely transformed my understanding of love and being made in His image (in fact, I'm looking forward to being able to, Lord-willing, serve at the adult camp next summer). This week I was assigned a three-year-old "typical sibling" (he has no disabilities, but has siblings who do) - completely in my comfort zone, I thought. At first I was disappointed because I can totally spend time with a typical three-year-old; I came here looking for a challenge, and instead I was given something I'd done for years. But God never fails, and this assignment was absolutely His plan, because it allowed me to learn the lesson He had for me this week. My little boy has two older brothers with Downs Syndrome, one adopted and one biological. This was one of the most beautiful families I'd ever met, and I was so inspired by their love and compassion.

Let me tell you about a typical day at Family Retreat:

7:00 - Rise and shine
7:30 - STM ("Short term missionary") devotions on the outdoor amphitheater (except for the one day it rained in the morning). It was absolutely stunning. The sun was just coming up over the lake!
8:00 - Breakfast. STMs ate with their families with the goal of not letting the parents doing any work at all.
9:00 - Morning activities for kids. I went with my little boy to what was essentially VBS, with Bible lessons, singing, crafts, games... and lots and lots of running!
12:00 - Lunch. Same story as breakfast.
We typically had an hour and half to two hours of free time in the afternoon for STMs to rejuvenate and for families to spend time together. With whatever remaining time we had before dinner, we did more games, crafts, and singing.
6:00 - Dinner. Same as the other two meals.
7:00 - Some sort of family event, such as a camp-wide talent show or special concert.
8:30 - More snacks and fellowship - pie night, ice cream social, campfire & s'mores.
9:15 - STM worship & debrief.

I really could go on for pages and pages about this incredible, life-changing week, but let me close by explaining why it was so incredible. For a long time I've been trying to understand love. This week I saw what love looks like. One of the central ideas of this camp is that any camper should be able to have any kind of experience they want, even if we might have to get a little creative to make it happen. For example, one moment that stands out to me as an example of this is when two STMs took a teenage boy out of his wheelchair and into the bouncy house. They held him in their arms and bounced with him. I don't cry often, but this moment melted my heart. Nothing was impossible at this camp. So often in life these kids are told that they can't do certain things because of their disability, but that was a completely foreign concept at Joni & Friends. This was a place so full of love and acceptance that by the end of the week, I felt like I was part of a family. I came by myself, but I left with an incredible group of friends - both people I served and served with. The people at this camp just spilled forth with love. Yes, there were challenges and not every camper was a breeze, but the joy and love I got to know completely overwhelmed everything else.

If you want to learn more about this incredible ministry, visit joniandfriends.org. Perhaps I will see you next year at the 2013 Joni & Friends Family Retreat!


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Blessings Abound

Hello everyone! It's the dog days of summer (can't wait until I can sing this with Florence...), and I'm entering into the final weeks of being home. I only have four more [busy] days until I leave for the Joni and Friends Family Retreat. I have been so blessed by all the family and friends who have supported me financially (and even more so in prayer!). As I mentioned in my last post, I have received more than enough support so I will be able to help other families and STMs come to the Family Retreat.

Today I thought I would share a little bit about what my schedule will look like next week. I'll be going down to Greenfield on Sunday. Sunday to Monday is orientation and training for volunteers. At this point I have no idea what kind of disabilities I will be working with, but during this time I will find out and get special training unique to the child I will be with all week. The families arrive on Tuesday, and the days will be filled with various activities, from crafts to swimming to concerts to talent shows to boating to campfires. I get a little bit of free time (breakfast, devotions, and an hour or so in the afternoon), but otherwise I will be with my child and his/her family during activities and meals. There are so many unknowns for me still, but that's part of what I'm excited about.

The number one thing I have been praying for in preparing my heart for this week is that I would be teachable and loving. Most of next week will be brand new for me because I have very limited exposure to disabilities. Many people in our world treat people with disabilities as lesser human beings (even if they do so subconsciously), and part of the reason I want to study Psychology - to understand the inner workings of these people who are made in the image of God but yet are different psychologically than me - is so that I can really understand their unique perspective on life. Although I have three years before I get a degree in that particular field, I can start on the practical stuff right now - loving without bounds.

Again, thank you for your generous support and prayers. It is appreciated more than you know!

Monday, August 6, 2012

DIY Magnet Board

I've been wanting to do this fun and easy craft all summer, but I never got around to buying cheap cooking sheets, and I just decided to forgo bringing one more DIY project with me to college. But lo-and-behold, at my cousin's yard sale, I snagged some tin lids that were dumpster-bound (for free at the end of the day!) to make my lovely magnet boards. It's pretty self-explanatory, but I'll walk you through my process.

First, for supplies, you'll need

  • Any amount of tin lids, cookie sheets, or anything else you find that a magnet will stick to
  • Fabric (or you could always paint them, and then skip the next couple supplies)
  • Spray glue and/or a hot glue gun
  • Scissors
  • Iron
  • String or ribbon
  • Buttons & magnets to make DIY magnets out of buttons

 Because 3 is a magic number - anything in sets of 3 seems to work lovely - I took 3 lids of varying sizes (and themes...)

I then chose 3 different patterns of fabric - one bold graphic and two solid colors.


I cut the fabric in circles a little bigger than the lid (or tray, in the case of the above picture). In the picture above, you see the back side of the magnet board. I spray glued the fabric down on the front and then cut little strips on the edges so that it would fold smoothly over the edges of the tray. I ran out of spray glue by the time I got to this step, so I just substituted the ever-faithful hot glue gun.




And here is the finished product, complete with homemade button magnets (simply get magnet strips with one sticky side and stick 'em on old buttons). I decided to make art out of my magnet boards by attaching a string to the back of them so they hang like a sculpture. Absolutely adorbs. You'll be seeing this in my feature on my dorm room in a month or so :)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Alternative Whiteboard

Ok, this is my last crafty post for today - perhaps for a while. When I went school shopping a few days ago, I was disheartened to find out how much whiteboards cost - and how completely boring they are. So I decided there was a better way. I mentioned in my "Homemade, Handmade Coasters" post that I was looking through my mom's fabric (it's fantastic to have a mother who's crafty and has all sorts of fun stuff laying around). I also found a few frames in the basement - solution: put fabric behind the frames and instant whiteboard. Another simple five-minute craft.


Handmade, Homemade Coasters

Yesterday morning I got to spend a few hours with my mom being all crafty and such. As I was looking through her fabric (see the next post to find out what I did with it!), she said, "I have something I think you'll have a lot of fun with!" She brought me this from her collection of antiques:
She said she was really only interested in the box, therefore I could have anything inside, and inside are a bunch of old Scrabble-like letters. I had an instant idea: make coasters for my dorm room (so I can protect my new end table from water stains!). All I needed was a hot glue gun and the letter blocks.
 I made four different coasters (oh, and those doilies? yup, they're coming with me too to use as more coasters).

(this is my roommate)

 I'm all for the five-minute craft, and this is about as easy as it gets.


Refinished End Table {that I'm in love with}

All summer my goal has been to find a cute little bookshelf that I can have next to my bed when I go back to college in an attempt to make my dorm room as homey as possible this year. I'd seen several bookshelves that could work, but none of them really stuck with me...until this one. I watch a lot of wedding dress shows, so my mentality going into this search was that when I found "the one" I would know, I would just get this feeling down in my stomach that it was meant to be. That's what happened when I found this little jewel at an antique mall called the Big Red Barn in Bellows Falls, Vermont.
It was originally $39, but, with the help of my dad, we got them down to $28. He thought it was still too expensive, but I couldn't leave without taking it home with me. Although it's super cute in red, it doesn't really match any of my decor, so I found some paint that we already had to paint it a more neutral color that will stay with me throughout college and beyond. Here is the finished product, and it only cost me $28 plus a few hours of labor (of love!):


Monday, July 23, 2012

Update on August Family Retreat

I have been so blessed by everyone who has donated to help me volunteer at the Joni and Friends Family Retreat in August. I found out today that I have been completely paid for, and there is some extra money in my account that I have okayed to go to a scholarship fund to help other families and volunteers in need.

Thank you once again for your generous support! 

College: Year One




Only a year ago my world was limited to the rural New England town I grew up in. At this time last year I was filled with wonder, excitement, and most importantly, anxiety about my upcoming trip to the Adirondack mountains. LaVida is not the beginning of my story, and it’s not the end, it’s not even the climax, but it is the beginning of a new chapter.

My story begins in small-town Vermont and New Hampshire, surrounded by Christian family members – extended and immediate – and Christian friends from my private Christian elementary and high school and from my non-denominational Church. I grew up in the Connecticut River Valley, on the Vermont side of the river in a small town called Windsor, the same town my mom grew up in and only thirty minutes south of the New Hampshire town my dad grew up in. I’m a real hometown girl, born and raised in the Green Mountains.

My story doesn’t really change much until a year ago when I was led to Gordon College and made the uncharacteristic decision to spend thirteen days in the New York wilderness with a bunch of strangers. Fear of the unknown plagued my every waking thought the summer before this excursion, and every day I thought that perhaps I should just do Discovery, the (*cough*lame*cough*) LaVida alternative. But the day came to leave home, a day that would only be the diving board for a year filled with unknowns that would lead to a life filled with unknowns – a life of extreme faith and trust that God will lead me to it and through it and be there on the other side.

I can’t imagine a more fitting start to the new chapter in my life. LaVida, as the popular saying goes around campus, was the best experience I’ll never do again. But as difficult as some moments were, God really used those two weeks to introduce me to a stronger, more independent person – the me He was helping me become.

Once on campus, one of the first experiences I had with the AJ Gordon Honors Program was a whole-group meeting where we discussed the findings of our Strengths Quest test results. Before being introduced to this leader-building community, I hadn’t thought that I necessarily had the qualities to be a leader. I’m a rather quiet person (most of the time), I don’t like big groups, and I most certainly don’t like everybody’s attention on me. When I first heard my top five strengths (according to this test), I basically filed them away thinking I would never look at them again. I’ll be quite honest – I didn’t look at or even think about the results of my Strengths Quest test for several months, until I had to pull them back out to write this narrative. As I’ve reflected on them over the summer, I’ve been able to both focus in on how I can use these gifts in a specific way that most honors God and see the big picture of the global impact of my life.

My strengths (according to the test) were (in this order): Achiever, Harmony, Discipline, Learner, and Consistency. My first year at Gordon was mostly consumed with figuring out who I am and how I can best use my specific gifts to make a lifelong impact on this world, even though I didn’t always think of my gifts in those specific terms.

Now that I’ve had some time to digest the past year, I can see how God worked through all the struggles that college brings. When I first got home this summer, my mind was consumed with the ways I’d messed up – the friendships I may have ruined, the ways I neglected my relationship with God, the people I could’ve helped but didn’t, the times I chose late nights with friends over much-needed sleep and study. I couldn’t help but think what a failure and waste of time my first year of college was and what I would do differently if I could go back and start all over. I even thought about giving myself a fresh start at a new school, but I felt that God had called me to Gordon and He’d allowed me to make those mistakes so that I would learn from them and gain wisdom.

Now that I’ve had time away from school, I’m able to analyze last year with fresh eyes – yes, I made some friendships that I regret, and I may not have always used my time wisely – but if I look in between the obvious lines, past the glaring failures, I can see how God was and is carving me into a stronger person.

One of the most defining moments of my freshman year was the realization that the major I’d been set on for a good year and a half was not necessarily the one for me. Now I can see the correlation between the results of my Strengths Quest test and my decision to switch to a more fitting major, but at the time all I knew was that I wasn’t happy and I didn’t see myself being happy with the future I was headed towards. Deciding to give up Music Education for a more abstract career in Music Therapy (or really who-knows-what) was a hard decision to make. I’ve always been a planner – I don’t like leaving anything to chance. If I can have control over something in my life, I would choose that over taking a risk. At least, that’s who I used to be. I don’t even know how or why I got to this place, but I decided I would rather pursue something I really love right now and not have as clear a picture of my future than choose the safer route and have a [basically] guaranteed job when I get out of college that I’m less than content with.

Exploring my options with the Pike Program helped me really think for myself and create a major around what I love and who I am rather than trying to fit myself into a pre-made mold (even though I opted for not pursuing a Pike major). At the heart of this all was not just trying to choose a major, but trying to figure out who I’ve become and trying to hone my God-given strengths to the best of my ability.

I can’t say I necessarily know where I’ll be five years from now. I can’t say that I’ll stay a double major in Music and Psychology (at this point I’d like to, but that could change). I can’t say that I have a solid idea of what I want to do with my life, but I think I’m at the right place right now. I know that where God has me today is where He wants me; but this might not be where He wants me to stay. One of the strengths that my Strengths Quest test did not reveal is adaptability, and I think that’s because it’s something I’ve developed more over the past year – it’s my newest super power. The ability to be flexible and trust my future to God (without losing sight of the big dreams I do have!) has helped me live out one of our LaVida mottos – “Be Here Now.”

This all sounds pretty idealistic and rather vague, but through people in my life (my parents, the girls I lived with in my dorm, friends and family from home, employers and coworkers, professors and mentors at school) God has led me to some insights into my strengths and my specific areas of interest. I’ve learned that a leader isn’t always someone who leads a big group of people or who plans campus-wide events. A leader can be someone – like me – who works well one-on-one with people, especially people who the rest of society has overlooked or forgotten about, most notably the elderly and disabled. A leader can be someone who quietly but confidently stands up for what she believes, even in the face of strong resistance. A leader can be someone who works hard in the background.

As with most teens and young adults, I often think about my identity. Who am I, really, and what makes me who I am? My first year of college was an unconscious search to discover myself. I tried to find my identity in other people, in the friendships and relationships I built throughout the year. But when those didn’t live up to my expectations, where could I turn to find my identity? I had, if you will, an identity crisis. Was I to be defined by an online profile, the friends I had, the major I pursued, the church I went to, the state I was from? I still grapple with these questions daily, but one of the most important lessons I learned and something I cling to each and every day is that my identity is in Christ. Galatians 2:20 and John 3:30 are verses that have become much more real to me as I try to figure out not just who I am but who I want to be.

Galatians 2:20 “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”

John 3:30 “He must increase; but I must decrease.”

As someone who is constantly analyzing her life, I’m still sorting through the life-changing year that I wrapped up only a few short months ago. I’m still trying to find the silver lining in the occasional storm cloud. I’m still figuring out how I ought to I live in light of everything I learned last year. Most importantly, though, I still trust each day into God’s hands, because as much as I need to seek practical wisdom for living out each day, ultimately my story has been and continues to be written by Him. It’s easy for me to get discouraged about the ways I have messed up in the past, even though they’re not very drastic to most people. Although I often wish I could go back and change things to avoid mistakes, I know that I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I wasn’t the person I was yesterday. So as painful as certain things in my life have been, as difficult as certain lessons have been to learn, I know that God will use all things for good.

Three Weeks Away!

In three weeks I'll be leaving home for a week to work as a volunteer (a "Short Term Missionary" - STM) at the Joni and Friends New England Family Retreat in Greenfield, NH. Yesterday, on our weekly Sunday drive, my family drove to Greenfield to get a look at the conference center and to get me a little more familiar with the drive. I'm very much a "let's take the highway all the way" kind of girl, so I wasn't thrilled about the middle-of-nowhere back roads over New Hampshire mountains. But it was a beautiful drive, and the facilities look really beautiful - right on a lake! When we drove in there was a camp going on, so we awkwardly had to find our way back out amid a group of over-friendly teens waving hello and directing us to parking. But in only three weeks I'll be going for real, and actually parking and getting out of the car. I was hoping to snap some pictures, but I didn't want to make our adventure any more awkward (did I mention there was someone in a moose costume to greet us?).

As I continue to prepare for my week at the camp, I'm filled with a lot of excitement about all the unknowns that the week holds for me. I really have no idea what to expect, so I'm praying for a teachable heart and the ability to focus on serving rather than worrying about how much I don't know. (Some non-humid weather and clouds would be nice, too, to keep my hair from exploding and my skin from frying...haha.) But seriously, I am so grateful that I was able to snatch up this opportunity that just kind of fell in my lap. And I'm so appreciative of all the friends and family who have donated to make this possible and are holding me and the whole retreat up in prayer. I know God will use this event to change not just me, but every person there - in ways I can't even imagine yet!

Friday, July 20, 2012

Mason Jar Soap Dispenser

Mason Jars are taking over the crafting world - and I can't say I've been immune. My number one goal in life is to have a collection of mason jars that I will use as drinking glasses to sip my lemonade from as I overlook the city in my loft apartment on Beacon Street...

My mom and I decided to make these soap dispensers out of mason jars. At an antique mall (favorite place ever!) we found a vintage mason jar. My dad, with his special tools again (who knows what!) cut a hole in the top of the lid. We took the pump out of a disposable soap container and glued it (with super glue - we used all kinds of adhesives before we found the one that worked best). I also made one to bring back with me to college. So crafty. So cute.


License Plate Bookends

I've gotten caught up in the Pinterest fad, but I actually make a lot of the things I see on Pinterest. Here's one of my favorites so far...and it was so simple! I wanted an easy way to keep my books staying upright when I go back to college in the fall. Using license plates was the perfect way to not only keep my books from falling all over, but also to show some hometown pride in my dorm room. Plus, these bookends aren't bulky, so I don't have to worry about taking up valuable shelf space.

I asked around for some old license plates. I ended up getting three pairs from a friend. If you don't have any generous friends, you can purchase license plates at any antique mall. The only step is to bend the plates. My dad did that for me with some handy tool, so quite honestly, I can't help you there. But I trust your ingenuity to figure out your own way. Here's the final product:



Summer Missions


This summer I have the unique and exciting opportunity to serve as a “Short Term Missionary” (STM) with the Joni & FriendsInternational Disability Center. Joni and Friends is an organization that seeks to answer the call in Luke 14: “invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind and you will be blessed…make them come in so my house will be full.” They do this by evangelizing people affected by disabilities and their families; training, discipling, and mentoring people affected by disabilities; multiplying disability-effective churches; and promoting a biblical worldview on disability through education and policy.

From August 12 to 17, I will be serving at the Joni & Friends’ Family Retreat in Greenfield, NH. Family Retreats are nationally and internationally held retreats for families that live with disability. At these retreats, families receive encouragement and care in the comfort of a safe and accessible family camp environment. As an STM I will be paired one-on-one with a disabled child to assist him or her throughout the week, allowing the parents to attend seminars, hear biblical teaching, and enjoy time as a couple. With the child I will simply be a friend, giving the gift of my time and love while participating in the various camp activities with him or her.

I am craving your prayers as I prepare to serve as an STM and as I’m actually at the camp in the heart of my service. I would ask for you to pray that God would enable me with His strength and love to minister the Gospel of Christ effectively to the family and child I will be serving. Once I get to the retreat center, I will become part of a community of STMs and leaders, but I am going alone. Please pray that God would use me not only as an encouragement to the family I have the opportunity to serve, but also that He would use me in the community of strangers that I will be serving with – who will hopefully not be strangers by the end of the week. Most of all, I simply desire prayer for a teachable heart as I learn, first, the book facts about working with people with disabilities and then immediately put it into practice. I anticipate this as a challenging week, but a perfect opportunity to put Paul’s words in Philippians 2 into practice:

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.

Thank you!