Shaken…but Secure

The news about the earthquake, tsunamis, death, and devastation in Japan and other places…it’s all too much to take in, isn’t it?

Last night I was up too late (as usual) and caught a status update from a college friend who lives in Tokyo. He was stuck in his building while the 8.9 quake shook the city.

His status simply said, “It is really shaking.”

It brought back so many memories.

And not necessarily good ones…ones that make my stomach turn and my heart pound…again, even a year and a half later.

The day was Wednesday, September 2, 2009…a little before 3:00 in the afternoon.

I was relaxing upstairs in our bedroom with the balcony door open before I had to begin my afternoon tutoring about twenty minutes later. I remember hearing the leaves of the palm tree in our front yard swishing in the wind and being thankful for a breeze despite the hot, humid weather that came with dry season.

What happened next was something out of a movie. It was almost as if I stepped out of reality and watched myself experience it all.

I heard a loud noise and things started to shake. We’d been in smaller earthquakes before, but this one…was Big. I could see the walls shaking. I immediately ran for the doorway and stood there for a few seconds before deciding to brave the stairs to get outside. I’m pretty sure my feet didn’t hit the tile at all as I flew down them.

Things were shaking so badly that I began to envision the house falling on me.

That was the first time I felt the panic rise within me.

Then I got to the front door and realized I had bigg

er problems. The latch on the screen door had broken that day and wouldn’t open from the inside; therefore, I couldn’t get out. In fact, the only way I could get out of the house was to go find the keys (and when do I ever know where my keys are?!) and let myself out through the garage door. I didn’t know if I had time for that.

So I tried to punch through the screen door to reach the handle on the outside.

By this time the neighbors were starting to congregate in the street.

I started to scream.

Buka! Buka!

Open! Open!

I know they heard

the panic in my voice.

But I had two golden retrievers right next to me, just as anxious to get out of the house.

Looking back, it must have been the dogs…the reason several of them looked at me but wouldn’t come up to the front door.

Finally, a neighbor, a single guy in his 20’s, ran up and opened the door so we could get out.

Andre and Sammy sprinted to escape.

(I sometimes wonder if dogs understand far more than we give them credit for.) Thankfully they came when I called and sat down next to me in the front yard.

It had been less than a minute since the earthquake began…and then, I finally let the tears fall.

I had left my hp (cell phone) in the house, so when things stopped shaking, I ran back inside to grab it. I was able to get through to Tobin long enough to find out that everyone at school was okay.

Initial reports said the quake was around a 7.3 about 60 km south of us. So it was pretty big. The death toll I think was around 80, and while tsunami warnings were issued, nothing happened.

It was a scary time…and even after, there were many nights when I let my mind wander back to what we had experienced that day. It made me thankful that, somehow, our house had held up through the quake, even though it was lacking in quality.

There were a few more cracks in the walls…reminders.

Reminders that God was there with us that day in His All-Powerful, All-Present,

All-Knowing way.

I had been shaken…but I knew I was secure in His hand.

Though our experience was not the magnitude of what those in Japan and other countries are facing today, He still made His presence know.

He held us each in His palm.

Yesterday, Jap an was rocked with

an earthquake bigger than anything I can imagine. People are dead, injured, physically and emotionally scarred. Lives changed in an instant.

But God was still there…still All-Powerful. Still All-Present. Still All-Knowing.

As these people begin to sift through what’s left, let’ s keep them in our prayer

s. Let’s not only pray for physical healing and restoration but also that they will come to know the Father through this.

That they will feel His presence and know that He’s right there with them.

That though they have been shaken, they will feel secure in the palm of His hand.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling…Come, behold the works of the Lord, how he has brought desolations on the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear; he burns the chariots with fire. ‘Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!’ The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.”

Psalm 46: 1-3, 8-11 (ESV)

Amen.

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A Giveaway I’d Love to Win!

So I haven’t done much linking to other blogs yet…but this one is defin itely worth

it.

My friend Londa is doing a giveaway on her blog that I really, really want to win!

So you

should totally hop on over there and read about it, just so you can have a chance to win you can be informed.

😉

The giveaway is actually through the ETSY shop, Pink Dreams of Mine. Jessica makes THE cutest flower pillows I’ve ever seen in my life and some pretty stinkin’ adorable dresses, too.

Definitely worth checking out!

And I’ll forgive you if you enter the giveaway…because I seriously don’t blame you.

(I’m just selfish and I want to win! :D)

How cute are her creations?! Head on over there and check them out!

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A New Morning

I am not typically a morning person.

I’d much rather get my few extra winks than wake up early.

Several weeks ago I blogged about my intentions to be more disciplined with getting up in the morning to spend time

with God. I can’t say that has gone the greatest…I just don’t do well early in the morning.

I’ve tried to be better about being focused and spending time with Him sometime during the day…and that is going better…with the exception of

the past few days.

However, this morning I got up early.

I had managed to get to sleep as soon as I finished my blog post last night at 11:06. 😉 And, amazingly, I woke up at 6:10 ready to go. That does not happen very often.

(Although it’s going to have to change…it’s March. Time to start running again.

:P)

Another thing I don’t do very often ever is take the dogs outside in

the morning. I think that has something to do with the fact that I don’t want my neighbors to know how bad my bedhead actually is.

(Although in my opinion, I think I rock it!

;)) But this morning, crazy hair and all, I went outside with all of my boys (and the baby monitor). Sounds strange, but it was a good start to the morning.

It was almost like breathing some fresh air

gave me a new start…not just to my day but to my outlook.

One of my favorite promises is found in the book of Lamentations 3:22-23.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”

I know this p ass

age is often overused, but it truly is a promise that I hold close to my heart. And being reminded of it is another breath

of fresh air.

I love and serve a God who is merciful, forgiving, faithful, and loving.

And today I am so very thankful for this.

And that He never gives up on me.

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Off

Wow, this is becoming a trend…I keep pushing it later and

later. It is exactly 10:32 p.m. Which leaves me with an hour and 28 minutes to blog.

I really need to stop doing this!

(In my defense, Maelie took no afternoon nap.)

So has anyone else noticed my writing has been off the past week or so?

I have…but maybe because I’m my own worst critic.

Until now, I never connected the fact that, during the six years my husband and I blogged together, I didn’t write on the bad days. It was kind of a no-brainer.

Feeling like crap? Don’t write. Simple.

And then, in all my sheer brilliance, (yes, a tiny bit of sarcasm here) I decide to blog every day for a year. That means a few things:

  • There are no days off.
  • Mae not napping today? Too bad. Blog after she goes to bed.
  • Writer’s block? Get over it, and come up with something…fast! Or write about airports or something… :)
  • Having an utterly wretched day? (Have had a couple of those lately.) Write anyway and try not to spill every emotion surging through myself onto the virtual pages of barefootmel.com.

Don’t misunderstand me…I really do love blogging…and writing, in general. Most days, it’s something I really look forward to. Today is just one of the few days that it feels more like a chore than anything. :(

The last couple weeks have just been ugly.

Ugly for me, ugly for my heart, ugly for everyone in my house. It’s just been hard.

I reread the post I wrote last week on being refined tonight. And I have to admit…my first thought was, did I just tell God to refine away

?

Goodness, what was I thinking?!

Of course, I got over that moment. And I know that God is going to do the refining that needs to be done in His own way, in His own time. He doesn’t need my permission for that.

I don’t want to pretend, EVER, that I’ve got it all together, even though I think there are days

I subconsciously do just that. Sometimes I look like it, but that’s mostly because I: a) refuse to go out of the house without mascara, eyeliner, and powder; b) take the time to straighten my hair; and c) wear jeans anytime I leave the house. Although b has fallen by the wayside twice this week already.

Hello crazy, curly hair…that’s not really very cute. In fact, my husband looked at me on Saturday and informed me that “my hair was a mess”.

That’s ok, I forgave him and we just laughed. Because I really am having an “off” couple of weeks.

And because my hair really was a mess. :)

The problem with being off is that I’m not sure how to get “on” again.

The thing is, I know some of the things I should be doing. But is it worth opening my Bible to just stare at the pages blankly, hoping for something to jump out and penetrate my heart? I suppose it’s worth trying.

It’s Lent season…and so many of my friends are excited about it, and I have not a clue. I’ve never been in a church that celebrates Lent before…but I have to admit that it’s intriguing and that I’m looking forward to it. In the past for us, Easter has always been just a Sunday. Just one. Then it’s over. I’m excited about celebrating it for 40 days…or however many days it is.

:)

That is, if my heart can get past all of this junk.

I know that God is bigger than the mess I’ve got going on…that He works despite me getting in the way all the ti

me. And that He loves me, with a Love that is bigger than all of the sin and frustration

and discouragement and ugly days.

So even though I’m feeling like life is a little off right now, I know that He’s right next to me.

And that helps a lot. :)

So, if you actually made it to the end of this post, thank you for listening to me pour out my heart.

I’d appreciate your prayers.

P.S. 11:06 p.m. 54 minutes to spare. I am so good. 😀

Sig

10 Years

Ten years ago today, I met my hubby.

(It drives him crazy that I have all these “anniversaries” in my head.

So, honey, don’t feel pressured to buy me anything.

Although I do like chocolate…but I think you know that. :))

It w as through

a weird set of circumstances. We were basically being “set up”, but he was “checking me out” first. Does that make any sense

?

Anyway, we ended up going out after church with some mutual friends and the rest…is history.

I was sure he was “the one” almost immediately, but it took him a little longer to be sure.

17 months after we met, we got married.

Yeah, it was quick.

In some ways, it seems like a lifetime ago; in other ways, the years have flown.

We look so young here…

but I’ll take this…any day. :)

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10 Things That Make Me Smile

Writer’s block.

Really, this is happening again

?

First, I’m not even sure what happened to my day.

After church, I came home, made lunch, and

took a nap. Then Tobin and I had a meeting for an hour or so. We came home, got Mae ready for bed, talked awhile, and now it’s 10:15?

I think someone’ s playing a trick on me.

When I told my hubby I was going to blog seven days a week for a year, he basically thought I was crazy. And for six weeks, I’ve been able to keep up.

Today was the first time I let the thought enter my mind that

maybe I should take Sundays off.

I mean, God did…so why shouldn’t I? :)

I don’t want to, though. I like a challenge…and when I set a goal, I don’t like to give up on it, especially so soon.

But I don’t just want to type garbage either.

(I’ll get to some actual content soon, I promise!)

I looked up a few survey options for blogs and thought they were all stupid. I thought about talking about all the airplanes I’ve been on instead of the airports I’ve been to. :) I even thought about blogging all about my dogs, which I will do eventually.

But all of those require too much brain power…and I’m not sure I could even compile a list of all the airplanes I’ ve flown on if I tried.

( The airports took long enough!

:))

So, I bring you another top 10 list…yes, two in a week.

Sorry about that.

10 Things That Make Me Smile

10. Watching my dogs, Andre and Sammy, wrestle outside.
9. Coffee and a long chat with a friend.


8. (Somewhat) green grass in my yard and the promise that (maybe?) spring is on its way?
7. Really good music.

I loved worship this morning at church. :)
6. Hoodie weather.
5. Doggie kisses.
4. A house cluttered with baby toys and clothes and gear.


3. My hubby’s silly sense of humor.
2. My daughter’s laugh.
1. A group hug with my family.

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Oh, I Laugh!

Today’s post is a bit generic.

But because I really love to laugh…

and because right now, I really need to laugh…

here are some reasons for you to laugh!

We had a lot of fun with random signs during our time overseas. It seemed like there was always something to take a picture of for a good laugh later.

And, a few disclaimers: I really loved Indonesia, so this is in no way poking fun at it.

In fact, a couple of these pictures were not even taken there.

One of them…well, if you are one of the few people privileged enough to know how much I hate a certain word, you may NOT use this as your platform to publicly humiliate me. I shall delete your comment faster than you can say that word! 😀 Oh, and there’s one that’s a tad bit inappropriate, nevertheless, SO worth the laugh. :)

Enjoy…and laugh! It’ s good for the

soul.

First up…You have to look closely, but this is a “manicure set”. Oh, yes…please, someone do my nails with THIS!

:)

I certainly hope that’s not really where the baby is!

:)

I suspect that the reason we found this so funny was because I was pregnant and very sick…and it was some form of entertainment while waiting for my blood test results.

We laughed unnecessarily for way too long.

This wouldn’t have been as good if we weren’t from Minneapolis. :) It was odd to find it in a mall in Jakarta.

Just my hubby being himself…but it was pretty funny at the time!

As seen at Starbucks: “The Ugly Chicken Crispy Puff. P.S. Ugly But Tastes Yummy!” I never tried it, but boy, did I laugh at this sign.

😀

Thank you for the instructions…just in case I forget. :)

And…the best for last.

Truthfully, I don’t know why this was so funny.

Well, I do, but you don’t get to know why.

:) Spotted in Thailand in 2006. NEVER FORGOTTEN by my husband, who will often bring this picture out just to embarrass me.

 

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10 Indonesian Adventures

Time for another top 10 post.

:)

So, I bring you…10 Indonesian adventures

I will never forget. (Pardon me in advance if some of these are TMI. I had some solicited help from a certain someone in my house. :)) Oh, and I didn’t even attempt to number these in any particular order. Tobin said it best…they were all adventures for their own reasons.

And even though some of them weren’t fun at the time, I smile now. :)

10. Using a Squatty Potty. Some would argue that this

is an actual adventure.

I beg to differ…seeing as the first time made me cry. I will spare you the details, only to tell

you that I eventually figured it out and came to the point where I preferred them over regular toilets.

9. Surfing at Kuta Beach. Surfing was always on my Bucket List but kind of one of those things I was afraid to try. But in April 2007, I took a trip to Bali with some friends…and somehow I found the guts to go out, find a surf instructor, and rent a board. Not only did I stand up on the board and actually ride it to shore, I was hooked immediately. I still love to surf…I just need an ocean now. :)

8. Bukit Lawang. In 2007 I took a trip with some friends to Bukit Lawang in the jungles of Sumatra.

We went on an eight hour hike to see the orangutans in the preserve there and went white water “rafting”…in a raft made of a bunch of rubber inner tubes. It was fun…not necessarily something I’d do again but something everyone should do once if they get a chance. And the orangutans were pretty cool. :)

7. Being Jane. And while I was on the above trip

? I. just. had. to. be. Jane. Just once. I had always w anted to swing on

a vine, and our guide, though he thought I was crazy, very nicely went out and found me the perfect swinging apparatus.

6. Eating Octopus. While we were in Indonesia, Tobin and I loved eating sushi. (Because there, we could afford it!) We went with some friends to celebrate Tobin’s 30th birthday, and one of them pulled a plate of baby octopuses (octopi?) from the conveyer belt that went by the tables. I have to admit that I was really grossed out but eventually ate it. But really, only for bragging rights. :) Not something I’d eat again. (I can’t believe how long my hair is in this pic, either!)

5. Taking the Ferry to Singapore. This was an adventure in the worst way possible. Now, I can look back on this particular day and smile. Then? I thought I might die. Anyway, in an effort to save some money, we decided to take the ferry from Batam to Singapore before flying on to Thailand for our Christmas break.

No one warned me about what happens to people on a ferry who get extremely motion sick. Imagine…the most excruciating 60 minutes of your life spent heaving into a garbage can. While the boat goes up and down. And up and down. And up…and down. While all 200+ people in the room watched the extremely sick white girl, wondering if they should take pictures. (Some probably did.) Yeah. I was so sick that once I got off the boat? I laid down on the floor until the line for immigration was shorter. Worst morning EVER. (Oh, and quite obviously, this picture was taken BEFORE the ferry left.)

4. Climbing the Steps of Borobudur.

This was another item on my Bucket List. I couldn’t wait to see Borobudur, and it didn’t disappoint. I loved it…loved it…loved it. I want to go back again.

Anyone for a trip to Indonesi

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3. Driving to the Beach. I did not take pictures of this. It is not worth remembering although I am extremely unlikely to forget it. I still have images of the many bus cepat…fast buses…speeding toward us. Each time I was sure we would be crushed…thankfully, each time I was wrong.

In general, drives to the beach were long and slow. One beach was 200 km from where we lived.

(I just made up that number, but I think it’s about right.) That equals about 124 miles…which took us anywhere from 6-8 hours.

Yeah, it was that slow. And full of dodging buses, trucks, motorbikes, carts, and pedestrians. Bonus points to my hubby for keeping us all alive on such trips.

2. Motorbike + Tidal Wave. You can read the full account here. It’s a good one. Let’s just say that for the three years we drove in Indonesia, we had a knack for getting caught in the rain more times than we can possibly count. And one time during our first year, we met a bus. Bus + two bules on motorbike + monstrous puddle = two very wet people + bus full of laughing passengers. Oh, memories.

1. Hiking Tangkuban Parahu in Flip Flops. One time when a friend was visiting, we decided to take her to the volcano about 45 minutes from our house. It was kind of a rainy, cold day there and we figured we’d just go, look around, take some pictures, and then head to the hot springs, which was the real reason we went up there in the first place. :) However, once we got there, we decided that we should hire a guide to show us around. We thought? That he would take us around the rim, point out a few things, and we’d be done.

Oh, no. Not at all. He took us on a “hike” down to the bottom of the volcano. We were all wearing flip flops. It was wet and muddy. And cold…well, cold for Indonesia. And the best part? We had to hike back up to the top…which re ally is

a story for another day. Now I can say I’ve hiked a volcano in flip flops. More bragging rights. :)

I heart adventures.

So thankful for the memories.

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What’s Your Passion?

So I sorta got hotheaded passionate about something today at the end of Bible study.

I don’t think I even realized quite how passionate I was about it until I completely spilled it out while standing on my soapbox.

I mentioned the TOMS One Day Without Shoes…not really as a way to pressure people

to go barefoot with me, but to let them know about it.

Because I? Think it’s an amazing, awesome way to raise awareness for something that is close to my heart…the millions of kids who go without shoes each day.

I’ve seen these kids.

I’ve played soccer with these kids.

I’ve played with baby alligators with these kids. (True story…for later, maybe. :))

I’ve told these kids about Jesus.

I’ve been hugged by these kids with a fierceness that could have broken my heart in two.

This is a cause close to my heart…a passion to see something in the world change.

Gandhi said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world.”

My passion is to be that change… to make a little spark that might turn in

to something more.

But I have to make sure that my passion doesn’t turn me into a hotheaded, stubborn, arrogant person who won’t listen to other people’s opinions…and passions.

Because we all have different things we’re passionate about.

My view of the world is not the same as that of the person next to me.

The things that stir our hearts are different because we are different.

So what makes your heart bleed? What is the change you wish to be? Please share. :)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011, is One Day Without Shoes.

I’d love it if you’d jo in me by go

ing barefoot in support of kids all over the world.

And I’ll still love you if you wear shoes, too.

:)

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Being Refined

This is a story I read years ago, and I think it’s been passed around in mass e-mails multiple times. You get to read it, anyway. :)

The Refiner

There w as

a group of women in

a Bible study on the book of Malachi. As they were studying chapter three, they came across verse three, which says: “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.

This verse puzzled the women and

they wondered what this statement meant about

the character and nature of God.

One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study. That week, this woman called up a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work.

She didn’t mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver. As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest, so  as to burn away all the impurities.

The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot — then she thought again about the verse that says, “He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.”

She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he also had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.

The woman was silent for a moment.

Then she asked the silversmith, how do you know when the silver is fully refined?

He smiled at her and answered, “Oh that’s easy — when I see my image in it.”

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I am being refined.

In ways I don’t want to be refined. I’m uncomfortable, frustrated, hurting, and sitting in the middle of the fire begging for my Maker to please,

please, please finish already.

(Another characteristic of a girl who doesn’ t like

to wait. :))

And as I wait in the middle of the fire, I see those impurities slowly being exposed…things that I know need to be burned away.

But it hurts…and I hate pain.

I don’t pretend to be perfect…as is evidenced by me splashing my heart onto this blog just about every day. In some ways, that blogging is part of the refining process…it’s showing me things in my life that need to change or be burned away so that I may be more like Him.

We sang a song at Immanuel on Sunday, and it hurts my heart to realize that the very words I sang three days ago didn’t truly connect with me at the time.

But they are my prayer.

And even though it’s going to hurt, I’m so thankful that my Father will be right beside me during the whole process.

So, God…refine away.

Refiner’s fire, my heart’s one desire
Is to be holy, set apart for You, Lord.


I want to be holy, set apart for you, my Master,
Ready to do Your will.

..ready to do Your will.

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