An Open-ended Circle.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

"So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" - from the movie You've Got Mail

I start with this quote because so much of my life and blogging thoughts have been in direct reference to what I'm currently reading. It surprises me sometimes how much my life is influenced by what I read. This entry is no different, I just read the last page of Three Weeks with My Brother by Nicholas Sparks - an author mostly famous for his fiction novels which have then consequently been made into movies including The Notebook, The Guardian, Nights in Rodanthe, Message in a Bottle and A Walk to Remember. This particular book came recommended by my mom and is unlike any of his others; it is a sort of biography of his life, intertwined with a trip he took with his brother to places all over the world. As I read about his childhood, his parents, relationship with his siblings, it has caused me also to reflect back on my growing up years and how the people in my life have influenced who I am. The book has also done an incredible thing, it has stirred up in me a hope that maybe I will become a writer someday. Nick started off just like all of us in life, and never really aspired to become a writer... he went through many hardships including (spoiler alert) losing his mom first, his dad 7 years later in a car accident and then his sister to a brain tumor. His son was born with a mental retardation that has never been officially diagnosed and he struggled all his life financially, until of course he sold The Notebook for one million dollars. :) I don't aspire to be very wealthy or to have my books made into movies... but just his life story has given me a glimmer of hope that I could ever write something that could be published and sold. More important then that though, I read and absorbed and feel also that his average story is really an exceptional story and not just because he is famous now. In fact most of his book has nothing to do with his writing or career but more to do with his family, marriage and then his kids and how he dealt with the cards dealt him in life. It empowered me as well, to realize that my story, as average as it is, is important and valuable and probably not a bestseller, but is worthy enough to be written down. I think that God spoke to me in my language - that of a story - to teach me that. It's not just a self-realization that I'm important just because I'm a human, but I am valuable, my story is important because of what God has done in it. He has blessed me and I have struggled and overcome and pushed and laughed and cried and it's all intertwined with my families lives, people who are incredibly important to me. And so I ask the question - why am I the way I am? How have my parents and siblings, circumstances and surroundings made me to be who I am? I reflect not to waste time thinking and analyzing too much... although that is my tendency... but because the answers to these questions dictate how I will make my decisions today and also when I can answer that question of who I am and what I value, I can then ask who do I want to be and why? I think the latter is a more important inquiry. There are times when I blog and finish the circle nicely, I close up the thought so it's perfectly round and beautiful. Today... my thoughts are continuing to race through my brain... but I'm done writing for now... so I'll just leave the circle open-ended.

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My Peonies.

Friday, June 19, 2009


I was facebook surfing tonight, on my nothing night and felt inspired to share with you another thought for the day, if you will allow it. I noticed an interesting profile picture of someone I'm really only facebook friends with, if you know what I mean. I clicked on it and glanced at her albums, to see if I can visually see what she has been up to in life. Her most recent photo album was called "My lilac tree". I was intrigued because I love lilacs and have always said I would live in a lilac tree if I could. Eat... sleep... poop... all in a lilac tree. It would be great. I clicked on the album and she had a couple stunning shots of vibrant, purple lilacs and also some pictures of soft white peonies. I loved the pictures and it gives me insight into her very core of who she is. She is proud of these flowers, of their beauty, she appreciates them, took pictures and then posted them on facebook to share it. And yet, what frustrates me is that technology has caused us to be so fast-paced as we race to catch up with the technology we're creating at an even greater pace then even we can run, we miss out on the peonies. The insight into who people are, what they value and the simplicity of the beauty around us. But I just want to (ironically through technology) call out to people to slow down and to notice the peonies. Because it's important to not just have facebook friends, but to really connect with people. To really know people and then to love them anyway. It's important to notice the little things, because it's the little things that are important.




(thanks to Alecia for the pictures)

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Music Moods

You can tell my mood by my music. Some people get in the car, play their favorite station, and whatever is on, is what they listen to. I don't understand those kind of people. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I just cannot relate. When I get in the car or grab my ipod before a run, I am in a certain mood and can only listen to certain music. If I start playing Keith Urban when I'm in a chill, somber mood - it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. Or like MercyMe when I'm frustrated or Shawn McDonald when I'm getting ready to go out. It has to match my mood. Sometimes I don't know what mood I'm in, I'll scroll through my playlists, trying to decipher... Jeremy Camp? Zac Brown Band? Jason Mraz? Sometimes I need some angry music, or relaxing music, or upbeat music, or worship. It is all based on my mood, so if you're ever wondering what mood I'm in, ask me what I'm listening to and you'll be able to tell.

Normally I try to embellish my blogs with pictures to enhance your understanding, with this post, I wish that I could post music, but I don't know how and I don't think I can. So maybe go play a song on your itunes that matches your music mood!

My music mood right now? Colbie Collait... I spent my afternoon at the pool and I am currently lounging on my bed, still in my bathing suit, doing nothing. Tonight is a nothing night, I need a nothing night and Colbie fits my mood.

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He Restores My Soul

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I woke this morning and God was calling to me to pick up His Word and to eat. So I sleepily reached for the book, heaved it onto my stomach opening to Psalm 23. Verses 2 and 3 spoke to my spirit:

"He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul."

He restores my soul. What does that mean exactly was my first thought? My 2nd thought was what does this mean to me? To me it means that when I am weak and weary, He gives me exactly the amount of strength I need for today. To me it means that he puts angels in my path to lift up my spirits and songs on the radio to make me smile and remember that life isn't all that serious. It means that when my soul is hurting and lonely, that He is enough for me and He loves me more then I can imagine. He wants to show me His love, He wants to restore my soul. He wants me to be whole, complete in Him. It means laying down lies and picking up truths and clinging to those truths in the midst of difficulty, until your knuckles turn white. It means peace in the middle of pain and conflict and perspective in the valley. It means turning my face to the sun and letting it shine upon me. It means still waters.



So I pose this question to you: What does it mean to you, that God would restore your soul?

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A Tribute.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009




It all began when I was a gangly 13 year old girl who fell in love with horses and against other people's predictions of it only being a phase, the love has only grown deeper with time. I went one summer for a week, and I was hooked. I can remember thinking very vividly that this is the first time that I was not homesick at all - that's a big deal for a kid. To find a place that you feel so comfortable, safe and home. I returned every summer for the next 4 years as a camper, increasing my involvement and time spent there as I fell more in love with the ministry of Grace Youth Camp, now called Grace Adventures. Paradise Ranch has always been a constant in my life, over the years, the people have changed, the horses have changed, the buildings have changed - and yet the place holds a special spot in my heart for the memories created, lessons learned and character molded there. I spent two summers counseling in tipis, living in a big oversized tent, actually held up by sticks that neither kept out the bugs or rain very well and had no electricity. The only furniture was 4 bunk beds and whatever tupperware bins you could manage to squeeze behind and under your bunk. Meals were served promptly at 8:30, 12:30, and 5:30 and in between was spent at the barn getting dirty, smelly and sweaty, in the water, or around the campfire.



In 2002, I finished my last summer as a counselor and decided I was not going to come back the next year. I had other things I wanted to do during my summers, more money to be made, and to be honest, I think I was burnt out. I was getting a little old and was ready to be done. God had a different plan though (as always), and 6 years later he called me back to Grace, this time as the Program Coordinator at the ranch. I spent the summer (and spring and fall for that matter) of 2008, 6 months at Grace in Paradise - both literally and figuritively (and now I definitely was old!) In fact I felt many people judged me for working at a summer camp AFTER college, one woman went so far as to say that when I was finished, then I would start my "real life". I felt a little out of place at times, being the oldest person on staff... but I was so confident it was where God wanted me, and there is no better place to be.



Staff meetings at 7 am, planning and supervising various activities, including games on horseback, capture the flag, s'more night, trips to the beach, trail rides, wagon rides, and so much more. I oversaw the horsemanship classes and stepped in where I needed to to make sure things ran smoothly.



My absolute favorite part of the night was grabbing my camp chair from the front porch of my cabin, plopping down after a long day and watching the kids dance, or joining them in jumping around to the music being played on an acoustic guitar. Lake Holiday with all it's leeches and muck and beauty sparkled next to us and bullfrogs called out to their mates. It was my simple, beautiful life. I went to bed exhausted every night, always later then I wanted, but rolled out of bed every morning with an excitement for the day. I've never felt that way about a job before or since then. The summer of 2008 was the summer that I became addicted to coffee. Without coffee, I would not have made it through those long days. You would often see me carrying my cup to and from the barn, or searching for wherever I set it down absentmindedly. I'm sure the kids thought it was permanently attached to my hand.



The lessons in leadership, mistakes made, and successes accomplished have made me who I am today. Last summer solidified a huge part of my character and instilled a confidence in me in who I am. A leadership position like that challenged me greatly, and I know I did not perform perfectly, but I am so grateful for the ways that God worked in my heart and life during my time there. I learned about prayer and the power of the Spirit's leading in my life. I learned that during times of intense pouring out, that God will fill you up quickly. With only an hour "off" a day, it's a good thing He's speedy. And sometimes that filling up would be a simple phone conversation with my mom, or an e-mail from a good friend back home. It would oftentimes be the Word, filling me up and reminding me of why I am there.

One of my pride and joys of working there was I got to learn how to drive the old tractor. I drove so slowly in the beginning - I'd never driven anything like that before in my life. It also made me nervous because in order to push on the brake, I had to almost stand up and push with all my might - picture flooring it only with a brake, my leg outstretched and I'm holding onto the steering wheel so I don't fall off. I never did hit anything the whole summer, putting hay out three times a week (I cannot say as much driving the big yellow school bus).



Paradise Ranch Staff 2009






My humble abode: Quarterhorse Headquarters
(it's a mouthful - could they have come up with a longer name?)






Ama and I
love her dearly






my boss: the infamous Chad Coppess atop Cruz, his beautiful mustang!
Chad has impacted my life greatly and I have so much respect for him, and his family Tricia, Caitlin and Cale I hold dear to my heart.




Core Staff Training 2008
Stephanie, Ellie, and Kari encouraged me and kept me going when my 4 cups of coffee just weren't enough. We usually only had time for a quick smile, hug and "praying for you", but boy did I need it!




The Great Water Fight of H8!

The story: I misjudged how long it would take for us to finish the games, so we had 30 minutes before we needed to be at campfire. What's a program coordinator to do? Improvise! It was a HOT night, so I let Shana and Max grab the hoses and they all got soaked. I responsibly sat by watching, overseeing from a distance. :) Max thought it would be funny if he yelled "Get Kate!!" Never have I experienced the mob mentality before... and to be honest, I was a little cocky and didn't think they'd catch me for the first couple minutes of the chase, all the way into the barn, where they literally dragged me back up to the arena and Shana hosed me down. Thanks guys - said both sarcastically and genuinely - what a memorable night!





Who rips tapes off the cows the best?? Cowpokes do, cowpokes do! Yes... I put masking tape all over the cows, and the kid's job was to run around and rip the tape off. Only cowpokes (the youngest campers during our last week of camp) get the privilege of this marvelous game. Important fact: It tuckers them out so they go to bed at night. :)






Hannah and I.
Hannah is a future staffer, she was born to be doing camp ministry and one of our greatest assets as a junior wrangler! I have had the privilege of knowing her for many years, one of the benefits of growing up in the program has been watching the work of God in people's lives. This summer was amazing to see my young campers from 6-8 years ago come back as leadership - what a blessing to see the fruit of your labor!


This picture goes down in history because this is me, riding Mick (Chad's old mustang), pulling Chad on an inner tube, for the only time that Chad has ever been pulled and probably the only time he ever will.




I write all this as a tribute to what has been an incredible influence in my life and while this blog entry may seem long, it comes nowhere near capturing the countless stories, memories and lessons I have learned at Grace Adventures. But I daily think of my experiences there, and I thought I would give you a little taste of where my mind wanders off to regularly and give you some insight into who I am and why I am the way I am. Thanks for reading!



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These are a Few of my Favorite Things.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009



As I was unpacking this afternoon... pulling things out of boxes, unwrapping them out of their newspaper wrappings, surpising myself with some things I had forgotten about. There are just certain items that are some of my favorite things that I own, they make me feel so happy when I see them. So I gathered a few and decided to blog about them.


my pink coffee cup: a going away present from my dear friend Christina, I cherish it for four reasons: it is pink, it usually contains coffee, it is from a good friend, and because it indicates how well she knows me. Which to be known is one of the best things in the world.

my blue scarf: this scarf holds bittersweet memories for me, but I love how it pulls the blue from my eyes, and it reminds me that even though some relationships have to end, that it doesn't mean you stop caring about that person

Peach iced tea: it is my favorite drink, I fell in love with it in Seattle on vacation with my family almost 3 years ago staying in a beautiful cottage on the water. Good memories, deliciousness!

a bottle of vitamins: a reminder that my mom is still my mom and still takes care of me, even after I've long ago passed the adult mile-marker

a pink candle in cracked glass: it reminds me of the simple blessing it was working at Yankee Candle, how God provides, i love pink, and I love the sweet cherry blossom scent it gives off when I light it

Cold Tangerines: one of my favorite books that I keep with me always to read a chapter or two and remind myself to celebrate each day, to celebrate the little things in life and to stop waiting for my life to begin. Thank you Shauna Nieqhist for your beautiful words.

Set: one of my FAVORITE games. I'm a gamer, and this is a visual puzzle of sorts, I could play it all day long. I have fond memories of playing it up at camp this summer...

My CD remote: there's something about owning a remote control that I love. And I love my CD player, because of the sound quality, I can put a CD in it, and just blare the music so loud I can get lost in it. It has traveled with me to every single place I've lived and always provided comfort in a way that only music can. (i did lose that remote for a brief period of time, but fortunately found it again when I moved... again)

my knife: I'm a girley-girl (hence all the pink, girly things I've been describing), but I also pride myself on my ability to get dirty, to work hard, to sweat, and to do things that most girls don't do. One of those things is to carry a knife. I spent 6 months of my life, when I got ready in the morning, I put a nextel on my belt, my keys on my belt-loop and a knife in my pocket. No make-up, no hair straightener - just me and my knife. (and I used it on a regular basis!)

My Lill clutch: it was my present from my sister when I was maid of honor in her wedding, I treasure it and all the memories that encompass it!

My Little Miss Naughty pen: I just love the mocking name of it, and I love those little people, they remind me of my childhood. It is from my good friend Laurie back home, and she gave it to me as part of my going away present and I love the randomness of it and I love laurie!


Those are just a few of my favorite things...

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