Well, shucks, here I’ve been blogging for awhile and I’ve failed to properly introduce my family to you. I mean, I’ve told you our story about how we started on this journey, and I’ve told you a little about my husband, but I haven’t truly told you who we are.
The handsome man up in that picture? He’s my husband. He is also a youth pastor. He works with middle school and high school students. He’s always got some fun event planned and travels a lot through the year with summer camps and winter camps and mission trips. We try to go with him on as many trips as possible. It’s not easy with young kids, but spending time together is important to us and it opens up a lot of opportunities for the kids to travel and see the world that they otherwise might not get. I remember one time, when my first-born was only 8 months old, we went along on a mission trip and slept on chairs pushed together and showered at a truck station.
Scott graduated with a Master’s degree in divinity from Multnomah Seminary. When we got married he had three major food groups: spaghetti, pizza, and hamburger. 🙂 He’s been a good sport with all of the healthy-living changes we’ve made over the years. He’s a wonderful father to our boys and always takes time each day to love on them, rough-house with them, and teach them how to build airports out of Legos. Scott accepted Jesus as his Savior when he was just a young child, however, after a rebellious bout in college and small booty-whoopin’ in Army boot-camp, he re-dedicated his life to serving Christ.
I also accepted Jesus as my Savior at a young age, but it wasn’t until high school that I really took ownership over that decision and began to live my life accordingly. A mission trip to Russia, my junior year of highschool, and Turkey, my senior year of highschool, birthed in me a deep desire to be a light in this world. God has given me a tender heart towards people who live in poverty and under oppression, and although I sometimes struggle with boldness, I desire to tell others about my Savior.
I think this passion to help others is why I always knew I would be a special education teacher. When I was in elementary school I would spend every recess in the special education room, being a friend to the kids with severe disabilities. Then, when my parents started homeschooling me, they still would drop me off at school a couple times a week so I could spend time with those kids. I had one, in particular, that I was really close with. He was non-verbal and always had a shirt covered in drool, and I couldn’t stand how the other kids in the school just ignored him. I would take him out on the playground and introduce him to others, call him on the phone and tell him all about my day, (in fact, he said his very first word to me on the phone one day, and his parents were screaming for joy on the other end) and I was the only friend that got invited to his birthday parties.
I was homeschooled for several years and absolutely loved it. Then I went to a small preparatory high school where I was taught how to research, and question, and formulate my own opinions. Those skills really came in handy after the birth of our first-born son. His birth was the catalyst that sent me down the road of studying and researching and bettering our lives through health and natural living.
After highschool I got my undergraduate degree in special education and general education. During my whole college and teaching career (before marriage) I spent many weekends in Mexico cooking for large groups of missionaries. This is how I learned to cook. In fact, when I got married, I didn’t know how to cook for two people, only small armies.
God has done many crazy, supernatural things in my life. I have seen and experienced real miracles. My favorite story is how I met my husband. I was actually dating someone else and we were talking about marriage. I went to a bible study one night and a lady I had never met in my life came up to me and said “The Lord wanted me to tell you that you will be getting married soon.” I got very excited because I did feel like my boyfriend was going to propose at any time. Then the lady looked at me again, and as if answering my thoughts she said “NO, you are going to marry the right guy!”. I thought she was crazy and literally told God “There’s no way that she is speaking from You. For me to break up with my current boyfriend, meet someone new, and get married “soon” is just not going to happen.” I even put a time frame on “soon” – a year. A week later my boyfriend told me he didn’t want to marry me anymore and we broke up. Eventually I felt ready to get out and meet someone new. I joined E-Harmony and met Scott. He proposed to me the second time we ever ‘met’ each other. Everyone thought we were crazy. We were married July 27, 2007. Almost a year to the day that the lady spoke into my life at that Bible study.
This is my firstborn son. I won’t be using his name on here due to a bad experience we had on a previous blog I used to write. But his name means ‘gift from God’ and he truly is a gift to us. He is silly, funny, and at three years old can crack an egg, mix a bowl of pancakes and stir a pot like the best of them.
This is my little firecracker. His name means “blessed” and “happy” and he certainly is. He was labeled with food allergies at a young age, but today shows no signs of allergies. He was an unmedicated hospital VBAC birth and I can’t wait to share that story with you.
Of course I want nothing less than for my kids to grow up to be joy-filled, successful members of society, but most importantly I desire for them to know Jesus as their Savior. The decisions we make in raising them will always point back to Him. We may not have much compared to the consumerism-mentality of our culture, but we are very rich indeed.