tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84784720639649918642024-03-13T22:52:10.843-07:00All In PreparationMy thoughts and experiences of the day to day that are leading me further up and further in~Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-24961431157329953412014-06-28T22:05:00.001-07:002014-06-28T22:19:56.725-07:00Belonging driving home. gorgeous river, golden hills, majestic mountains. listening to Fly On by Coldplay. "fly on, fly through, maybe one day I'll fly next to you." following 11 bikers. big motorbikes. it was ethereal. the music, the scenery, the belonging of the bikers. <br />
I've never had any desire to ride a motorcycle through the mountains with a group of people . . . until today. The feelings I had following them through the hills were stronger than any beautiful feeling I've had in a long time. And when I tried to pin it down . . . this beautiful feeling. . . I landed on two words: belonging and freedom.<br />
Belonging: the longing for it can make us do things we don't even believe in; maybe even things we've never wanted to do. . . like ride a motorbike through the mountains. :) Maybe I will. Maybe I'll ride a motorcycle with a group of people through the mountains and I'll feel free and I'll feel camaraderie and I'll feel connected to this little group of people riding with me. <br />
But until then, I belong. I belong to One who is unseen but felt and experienced and known through believing. I believe I belong. I believe I am loved. I believe I am cared for and intimately connected with the Creator of everything beautiful. I believe and I belong. And in belonging, I am free to live and move and have my being in Him and in the beauty of all He's created. I am free to become all that he has dreamed of me becoming, all that I dream of becoming. I am free to fly. Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-34389344250770676312013-02-17T08:30:00.003-08:002013-02-17T08:31:32.034-08:00Verse of the Day"Now may the God of Hope fill you with all peace and joy in believing, SO THAT you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." - Rom. 15:13<br />
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Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-11448303358283139202013-02-16T17:08:00.000-08:002013-02-16T17:08:05.401-08:00HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!Disequilabration here we come! The short story . . . . we are making plans to return to Pemba, Mozambique and Thursday we heard that we are welcome back there. <br />
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Long story. . . .It's too long. Summary, Heath has come to feel that all his business endeavors here have been a mixed priority attempt to make enough passive income to support our desire to serve the poor and needy around the world. He's done with that struggle and has decided he needs to do what his passions are, what he feels created for, and allow God to be Provider for all our passion and dreams to bring His Kingdom to the ends of the earth. But let me just make it known. . . I've IMMENSELY enjoyed bringing His Kingdom to the Central Valley in my little sphere of influence these last 5 years. <br />
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God has been shaping a desire and dream in Heath to bring small business endeavors to developing nations, working to bring sustainable living help and teaching and provision. Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime. I wish you could hear Heath talk about all the dreams he has for 3rd world nations, bringing practical answers alongside of the Presence and Power of the Spirit of God. Both are the Kingdom of God among us. And Iris Pemba seems to be our best inroad to seeing these dreams come to life. And. . . they would love to have us back. And. . . ALL of my kids are excited to go back, which is the biggest miracle to me. <br />
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How am I feeling about it all? I am absolutely ready to go anywhere in the world. . . . except back to Pemba!!!!! Why? Because I know what I'm going back to. There is no blind excitement and adrenaline rush that will carry us across the globe this time. And I know I didn't manage it well 6 years ago. Am I a changed enough woman to do it well this time? Do I know more of God. . . enough of God to be able to walk out my door and not feel like I'm going to be a puddle of overwhelming sadness because I just don't know what my part is in helping fight against this great big, gigantic evil called poverty that ravages these beautiful children and families that I can't even talk to because I can't speak their language? Can I do this? I am so desperate for more of Jesus you can't even imagine my desperation right now. And as I am typing these words the song, Set A Fire by The United Pursuit Band is playing and the tears are flowing. "I WANT MORE OF YOU GOD!" <br />
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Please don't misunderstand my raw emotion. I KNOW we are supposed to go back. It's just that until I make new memories and have new experiences, the 6 months I have stored up are full of feelings of failure or at the very least, feelings of inadequacy. I will still be inadequate. I will still be emotional. I will still have very little idea of how to manage the amount of pain and sadness and need that will be right outside my gate. But I have Jesus. And He says He is enough. He is more than enough. Are You? Are You really more than enough for every single orphan I will hug? Are you more than enough for the villages underwater right now? You are. I have to believe it. I have to believe it or I will die. And I have 5 years of growth and change and experiences of the love of God that I am PRAYING with all my heart is enough to give me the strength to live this next adventure out in wholeness instead of hanging on by the skin of my teeth. <br />
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So there are my raw thoughts after 2 1/2 days of knowing we are moving. If you want more of a glimpse of the words my heart are singing, The United Pursuit Band has an album called "Endless Years." Many of the songs are putting words to all my emotion. <br />
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It will be a good adventure. I know it deep in my spirit. Now I hope my mind will come around! :-)Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-38712288945398525782013-02-08T16:21:00.000-08:002013-02-08T16:21:00.061-08:00React or RespondI'm in a slump. I'm reacting to life rather than responding from a reservoir of love and peace and joy. How do I get here? Not enough dates with my Love. And why, since the only one to blame is myself? Because I felt like He asked something of me that I haven't followed through with. So now I'm feeling like I don't want to hang out cuz He must be disappointed in me. I'm disappointed in me . . . so of course, He is disappointed in me. <br />
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Or maybe He's not and I just need to get over myself and have some Jesus time. I'm certainly low on the love . . . just ask the kiddos! So a date it is. . . . . . tomorrow. ;-)Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-35892909522093871032013-01-26T09:28:00.002-08:002013-01-26T09:28:48.622-08:00Such a Disappointing Mama Yesterday afternoon we spent a couple hours zooming around Roller Towne. Every session we've been to, there are roller races for age groups. It's funny how few parents get out there to race but guess who does? I'm not a great skater by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm not falling all over the place either. The last couple skate days, I managed to take 2nd place and win the kids a small fountain drink. <br />
Yesterday, there were some hard core mama's skating for the soft drink. Out of the 4 of us skating, I came in dead last. Good effort. No ego crushed. . . until I skated off the rink and saw Ella's droopy face. <br />
"What's wrong, Ella? Did you know I was out there racing?"<br />
" YES! You LOST Mama!" She was so disappointed. :-) <br />
So begins the first reality of her mama's humanness! Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-8219686464602922142013-01-25T12:01:00.001-08:002013-01-25T12:01:41.566-08:00Equilibrium?We all like to keep our balance. . . physically, emotionally, and spiritually speaking. But there is a concept I learned in Human Growth and Development class long, long ago that haunts me. Disequilibration: to put out of equilibrium; unbalance. <br />
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In my college class, the professor reiterated again and again how there is greater potential for human growth and development in periods of disequilibration. YUCK. That is not happy for any person who wants to grow but clings to their equilibrium with white knuckles. <br />
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I've repeatedly found it to be true. These last 5 years have been about regaining my equilibrium. And there has been some amazing benefits, growth, and peace in my heart. As we contemplate a new jump, I feel the rumbling and shaking under my feet. DISEQUILIBRATION, HERE WE COME! And this time around, I refuse to go kicking and screaming into the season that will create amazing opportunities for growth and development. I will embrace my season of disequilibration. . . . at least today I will. ;-) Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-21549841788472958892013-01-23T03:19:00.000-08:002013-01-23T03:19:07.250-08:00Question of the Day<div style="text-align: center;">
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This is a much more difficult question than may appear on first glance. </div>
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Enjoy thinking.</div>
Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-22563042443576325052013-01-22T21:47:00.001-08:002013-01-22T21:47:38.546-08:00ColorAbiel and I went clothes shopping on Saturday. GASP! As we perused the first store. . . my lovely 13 year old snagged a couple of items to try on. Black, grey, black and another shade of grey. Hmmmm. "Taking after your Mom, eh? Maybe we need to explore some color today." <br />
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Our second stop provided our opportunity to explore color. Mint green, jade green, bubble gum pink, banana yellow, fire orange, peachy peach, and of course one classy black to top it off. I was so proud of Abiel. :-) Why does it get more and more difficult to branch out of our supposed "style" the older we get? Argh. But she did it. . . and so did I, for that matter .. . a little. ;-) I guess I could say "a lot" since it may be just as painful for a mom to let their first born daughter branch out as it is for herself!<br />
<br />"I look like a box of pastel paints exploded," she declared as she donned her favorite new outfit for the review of her Papa. "Mama and I were exploring COLOR today! What do you think?" <br />
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Let's just say, Heath passed with flying colors. ;-)<br />
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I give you permission to appreciate color today. ENJOY! Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-67501043431315001502013-01-21T13:07:00.002-08:002013-01-21T13:10:04.441-08:00Inspiration to NonviolenceI think we should pay attention to what moves us to tears. Those stories, people, events are often connected to our destiny. What breaks my heart? Inspires me to move forward? If I continue to follow the Lord and walk through doors he opens and explore ideas he presents to me, I believe I'll find my life connected to the stories that move me to tears. <br />
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Martin Luther King, Jr and Gandhi inspire me. I cannot engage in their stories without sobbing. I recently read a short book called, "Jesus and Nonviolence: A Third Way," by Walter Wink. If you are moved by MLK Jr. or Gandhi, you really need to read this book. Really. What I'm saying is, READ "Jesus and Nonviolence." :-) <br />
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There is a beautiful strength in nonviolent, non-wimpy revolution. And Jesus was the greatest leader in this of all mankind. "Jesus, lead us first into your heart, in intimacy and then lead us wherever you would take us to bring your Kingdom on earth as it is in heaven."<br />
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Here's a link to part of Jason Upton's song, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49a65xU8xkA">"Never Alone Martin." </a>It's worth 5 minutes. <br />
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Thank you to all those who bring the love and justice of Jesus to a hurting world in bondage. Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-78228554145771027712013-01-20T21:29:00.000-08:002013-01-20T21:29:24.656-08:00DisconnectingI've had a few months of disconnecting. <br />
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And I like it. I think everyone needs to disconnect occasionally. Disconnecting gives me time to think and feel things that are shoved into little corners of my heart. I shove them away so I can deal with them in a time when it would be safe. Sometimes, the only safe time to pull those little guys out to observe and question and learn from them is in a period of disconnection. If we don't disconnect, when will we unpack the things piled in the corners?<br />
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In my recent disconnection, I'm learning again what I believe matters. When I am surrounded by people all the time, I start to become a melting pot of every one's ideas. That's not necessarily bad or wrong. But every so often, I want to know what <b>I</b> think about a matter or belief or situation. And I need space to find out what I think. <br />
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So what do I think? That's for another day. ;-)<br />
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<br />Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-53171308869489121062013-01-12T20:36:00.001-08:002013-01-12T20:40:28.832-08:00I am alive!Life happens. People pleasing stifles. And then blogging stops. Not even sure anyone is still out there checking wordless Emie of late. I need to be writing again. I need to be real again. And I'm thinking of starting here. No guarantees of consistency. Absolutely no promises of great thoughts. But certainly I will write of the things that are still taking me further up and further in. <br />
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My first reattempt at realness is to share the list of things that are challenging my thinking and long held dogmas. Gulp! I think I'm gonna shut off my comments just to keep myself from caring what you think! (I am a recovering people pleaser not a RECOVERD one.)<br />
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Books I'm currently reading:<br />
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1. Living Out Loud: Activities to Fuel a Creative Life by Keri Smith<br />
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2. SoulMaking: The Desert Way of Spirituality by Alan Jones<br />
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3. The Awakened Heart: Opening Yourself to the Love You Need by Gerald G. May<br />
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4. Jesus and Nonviolence: The Third Way by Walter Wink<br />
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5. Mindfulness in Plain English by Bhante Gunaratana<br />
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6. The Way of the Warrior Series by Graham Cooke<br />
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7. Life is a Verb: 37 Days to Wake Up, Live Intentionally, Be Mindful. by Patti Digh<br />
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BLOGS I love . . . until I don't:<br />
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1. darlingmagazine.org<br />
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2. theveryworstmissionary.com<br />
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Music I'm stuck on:<br />
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1. piano instrumental music or quiet, soaking music. Terri Geisel has some great piano soaking music if you need some. <br />
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2. Enjoying old Heather Clark songs and Jason Upton and Be Lifted High album, Let Hope Rise album, and Songs from the Loft album<br />
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This is a good year, 2013. It's a new year. Things will be different. I will be different. I expect God to show up in places I don't expect Him. And that's scary. <br />
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Enough realness for today.<br />
Happy New Year!Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-2583880822131216522012-04-23T09:59:00.002-07:002012-04-23T09:59:44.719-07:00Quote of the day<br />
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</tbody></table>Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-72672430019148636122012-03-26T07:49:00.000-07:002012-03-26T07:50:25.479-07:00Quote of the day"Plans are worthless but planning is everything." EisenhowerEmie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-49152771415191774212012-03-23T19:28:00.004-07:002012-03-23T19:51:37.745-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyI_KzLkAQE/T201jJZCBQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CAnYRceO1VY/s1600/_MG_7820.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyI_KzLkAQE/T201jJZCBQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/CAnYRceO1VY/s320/_MG_7820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723289579390371074" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JkfEE-Wbko/T20zVeXJIcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NZCUFZRqu_0/s1600/IMG_7414.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JkfEE-Wbko/T20zVeXJIcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NZCUFZRqu_0/s320/IMG_7414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723287145478169026" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCQKlmeijTM/T20zUzHc6KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cubmijmCjO4/s1600/_MG_7428.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCQKlmeijTM/T20zUzHc6KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cubmijmCjO4/s320/_MG_7428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723287133869631650" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-GQ3SIpZWc/T20zTwwB2TI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zfVON-fz9Wo/s1600/_MG_7429.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-GQ3SIpZWc/T20zTwwB2TI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zfVON-fz9Wo/s320/_MG_7429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723287116054649138" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iljyYiPzXKw/T20zTdOMLMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-IUqDWcyrkU/s1600/_MG_7823.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iljyYiPzXKw/T20zTdOMLMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-IUqDWcyrkU/s320/_MG_7823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723287110812445890" /></a><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">It's been a long time since I've posted. Too much going on to summarize. God is good. My kids are getting bigger! We had a super fun day with my brother, Cole and his family who came to visit from Montana. And lots of family days here and there. Is it really past the middle of March?! Happy Spring!</span></span>Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-86382627976674593062011-12-06T08:27:00.000-08:002011-12-06T08:44:20.275-08:00Nose Rings?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzLf1KjhKsc/Tt5F03RlxLI/AAAAAAAAAao/U_de9lsbMXs/s1600/_MG_7150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzLf1KjhKsc/Tt5F03RlxLI/AAAAAAAAAao/U_de9lsbMXs/s320/_MG_7150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683056554281387186" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMiqez8oRVk/Tt5F0pTFFNI/AAAAAAAAAac/KpKGkv33G44/s1600/_MG_7080.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMiqez8oRVk/Tt5F0pTFFNI/AAAAAAAAAac/KpKGkv33G44/s320/_MG_7080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683056550529537234" /></a><br />When I was in second grade, Jay Tiedemann made fun of my nose. I was completely horrified about my nose and hated it from second grade until my junior year of college when a friend of mine made some mention of my "cute little nose." (completely opposite of the 2nd grade description!) It only took 13 years to realize I was believing a 2nd grade boy's analysis of the appearance of my nose! <div> From that point on, I made friends with my nose. I always liked nose rings but still couldn't bring myself to adorn my nose. I tried to get it pierced once in Europe, but chickened out when my friend had blood spurt three feet out of her piercing. Ahhh, NO THANKS!</div><div> Recently, I've been noticing more nose rings and thinking maybe this is the time of life to do it. There's still a tiny part of me that wonders if people will misjudge me when they notice my nose ring, but then again, were they misjudging the me who <i>would</i> get a nose ring but didn't have it yet? Sooooo, I did it. And I love it. And that's the story of my cute little nose . . . . ring! ;-)</div>Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-8560205476394948442011-10-29T21:13:00.001-07:002011-10-29T21:19:50.087-07:00Loving long termThe older I get, the more convinced I am that Jesus is NOT in a hurry. . . almost ever. . . maybe never. <br /> I've been loving my homeless friends for a couple years now, maybe three. There have been ups and downs in this relationship, often it feels like more downs than ups. But the last two months have been so sweet for me. Laurie has been asking more questions, and we're having more real, deep conversations about Jesus. Today she said, "I used to be afraid of Jesus coming back. But now I'm excited! I know he's gonna forgive me and everything will be right." <br />ahhhh. Jesus, you're not in a hurry. Teach me to love without timeline or any agenda but your love.Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-68860356022075243352011-10-14T18:31:00.000-07:002011-10-14T18:37:04.472-07:00They keep me laughing!My boys are on a "create their own language" kick. Asher almost lost his life . . . twice. . . when he revealed the words for "mom" and "sister" in his new language. Drum roll please . . . .<br /><br />The word for Mom? Moo<br />The word for Older sister? Big Head<br /><br />Enough said! :-)Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-39366302079302877042011-10-10T21:41:00.000-07:002011-10-10T21:51:39.964-07:00Most Unique Birthday giftsToday I celebrated 35 years of life. I received the most unique birthday gifts ever.<div> <div>From Asher: He came inside, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">beaming</span> with his hand behind his back. "I have something for you, Mom." I opened my hand and he placed a tiny, black heart sculpted out of tar that he picked off the side of the road! Only from a boy who loves his momma!</div><div><br /></div><div><div>From Judah: He was outside and knocked on the window. I looked over and he yelled, "Come see what I have for you!" I looked onto the driveway and saw a huge heart that he had made from peeing! Yes, you read that correctly. Now that takes some talent . . . I'm assuming! All I could do was laugh.</div><div><br /></div><div>From Abiel and Ella: The girls were a little more traditional with a card and paintings, both of which I loved. </div><div><br /></div></div><div>Happy Birthday to me! :-) Every year gets better. (<span class="Apple-style-span" >I'm not even afraid of 40 . . . . yet.</span>)</div></div>Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-11150345152408193892011-10-05T19:03:00.000-07:002011-10-05T19:06:55.576-07:00Great movieIf you need a great movie suggestion here it is: "Something the Lord Made." It's the story of heart surgery pioneers, Dr. Alfred Blalock and Vivien Thomas. Excellent story of the racial tensions of the time (1941) and the beauty of doing what you enjoy and were created to do no matter what recognition you receive. <br />EnjoyEmie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-775858774687621752011-10-02T20:30:00.001-07:002011-10-02T20:32:44.833-07:00Me and Heath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJsw-AdMPt8/Toksn7iI9rI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iLM-sdyrgo0/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B392.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJsw-AdMPt8/Toksn7iI9rI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iLM-sdyrgo0/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659103471275144882" border="0" /></a>And here was the happy, happy reunion after 3 weeks of traveling without my love!Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-15613888146350910942011-10-02T20:23:00.001-07:002011-10-02T20:30:03.681-07:00Last Set of Summer Pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAohU6GIItg/Tokrit3MZYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BWTm8iALjY0/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B401.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAohU6GIItg/Tokrit3MZYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BWTm8iALjY0/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659102282194380162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEtkYWX2cjA/TokribM0lZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mNTpXUHsii8/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B395.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEtkYWX2cjA/TokribM0lZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mNTpXUHsii8/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659102277184820626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIo7d8g1dPs/Tokri_bnFsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/U7iZtw-AQKE/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B476.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LIo7d8g1dPs/Tokri_bnFsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/U7iZtw-AQKE/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659102286910527170" border="0" /></a>All the cousins on my side at my Dad's. My mom, brothers, and all the cousins at Danny's house, and the four kids at Yellowstone. I wouldn't have any pictures whatsoever if it weren't for Abiel getting her new camera and taking them! Thanks, Abiel!Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-42797362323014934622011-10-02T20:15:00.001-07:002011-10-02T20:23:08.290-07:00more pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wumtC2MuAP4/Tokpvw-_rCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mWOij22Ft1I/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B380.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wumtC2MuAP4/Tokpvw-_rCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mWOij22Ft1I/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659100307347450914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KftV4LMauBM/TokpvoFcPSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AaaXnuaQfH4/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B341.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KftV4LMauBM/TokpvoFcPSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AaaXnuaQfH4/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659100304958569762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kK1C5VcI_4Y/TokpvaMupOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/svLH-7-X1Vk/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B336.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kK1C5VcI_4Y/TokpvaMupOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/svLH-7-X1Vk/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659100301231039714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGKMyEpjLoY/TokpvFjBBEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/q3msLJDEv9U/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B326.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGKMyEpjLoY/TokpvFjBBEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/q3msLJDEv9U/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659100295687373890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgAxTE42EvY/TokpwGRnjJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D4iB0ZhPJ_s/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B384.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgAxTE42EvY/TokpwGRnjJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/D4iB0ZhPJ_s/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659100313062706322" border="0" /></a>This set is in Great Falls, Montana on my dad's farm, riding horses, and at the wonderful Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center there.Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-52670793297375952302011-10-02T19:32:00.001-07:002011-10-02T19:39:12.378-07:00More Pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtoYGxIW8Hw/TokfeXQJLXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/veyqphl5i08/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B247.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtoYGxIW8Hw/TokfeXQJLXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/veyqphl5i08/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659089013266001266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E4F37joJOn4/TokfeIeYChI/AAAAAAAAAWM/zJQhTxx9h3A/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B231.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E4F37joJOn4/TokfeIeYChI/AAAAAAAAAWM/zJQhTxx9h3A/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659089009299163666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPMAJ0YojgE/TokfeqxyH2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ew9Onvk6wMI/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B305.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WPMAJ0YojgE/TokfeqxyH2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ew9Onvk6wMI/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659089018507370338" border="0" /></a>These pics are in Dayton, Wyoming visiting Great Grandma Moser and Uncle Larry and Aunt Diane.Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-34704548140006009452011-10-02T19:08:00.001-07:002011-10-02T19:31:54.969-07:00A few pics from our summer trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QL0GBf7aABw/Tokd1ZrUYpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FIlhdThZlIA/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B128.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QL0GBf7aABw/Tokd1ZrUYpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FIlhdThZlIA/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659087210030588562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tn19W9K3fA/Tokd1BipJKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f5J6e28ySoE/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B125.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tn19W9K3fA/Tokd1BipJKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f5J6e28ySoE/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659087203551749282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzhKiRHEj6E/Tokd0wA0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/kMFIGNU-qt4/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B124.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzhKiRHEj6E/Tokd0wA0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/kMFIGNU-qt4/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659087198846483234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKFPPsGG8I/Tokd1nw8r0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1KDPLJFmLSk/s1600/Montana-Yellowstone%2B210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BKFPPsGG8I/Tokd1nw8r0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1KDPLJFmLSk/s320/Montana-Yellowstone%2B210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659087213812297538" border="0" /></a><br />This summer the kids and I embarked on another journey to Montana. We were gone for 3 weeks and on the 4th week, Heath flew to meet us and we drove back through Yellowstone together. We had a wonderful time. Here are a few pics of the journey. This set is of our time in Eastern Montana at Plevna with Great Grandma and Uncle Fred. The bottom pic is the kids at Custers Last Stand near Wyoming.Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478472063964991864.post-34354896045571333192011-10-01T18:26:00.001-07:002011-10-01T18:47:26.984-07:00Seeing it differentlyI'm reading through the Graham Cooke series "The Way of the Warrior." It has vastly improved my ability to think Jesus thoughts rather than replaying the tapes of discouragement, despair, or negativity. In this endeavor, I have found myself looking at situations differently. <br /> For instance, I had a long day at the school with the kids. I hopped in the van, everyone buckled, turned. . . the. . . key, and . . . . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmmm</span>. It wouldn't start. In the not so distant past, I would've immediately thought the worst, totaled up the amount we <span style="font-style: italic;">don't</span> have to fix the van, and been in the "pit of despair" (Princess Bride accent please!). <br /> Instead, I sat there a minute, commanded any little "breakdown demon" to leave and took a deep breath. Standing in the parking lot, just one car away from me, was a beautiful woman dressed in traditional Muslim clothing with her two little boys. I had noticed them out of the corner of my eye when I jumped in the van in a hurry. The thought zipped through my mind to greet her but I didn't. End of thought.<br /> I got out to check the oil (for good measure) while the two little boys eyed me curiously. At that moment, I knew the van problem had NOTHING to do with little breakdown demons or a tune up. I was supposed to introduce myself to this family. <br /> So I did. Nothing earth shattering. She didn't speak much English, but enough to welcome her and introduce myself. I said goodbye, hopped in the van, turned the key . . . and drove away!<br /><br />Happy Jesus thinking to all of you!Emie Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09845593131427941675noreply@blogger.com2