The Moving Game: A Testimony to the Grace of God, part 2

It’s been a while since I’ve continued my testimonial moving saga, but here comes part 2.

A quick recap: my husband and I were stuck in a funky situation. We were living on campus housing at the graduate school that he had just decided to stop attending. We were in an unfamiliar city, a day’s drive from our home state, with an extremely meager bank account. I was working a job that didn’t pay well. My husband, having just decided that more schooling wasn’t the right choice for him at that time, now was faced with the dilemma of trying to figure out what in the world he was supposed to be doing with his life.

And then we found out that we had two months to find somewhere else to live.

Two major, God-sent blessings happened next: one, we found a short-term housing option, and two, we were BOTH offered jobs.

Remember my old supervisor from my awesome first post-college job? I emailed him one day, just to catch up. I couldn’t help but spill our current scenario. A day later, he emailed me back with cheerful words, encouragement, and most amazing of all: a chance for employment. “Would you consider moving back to [that state]? I’ve got a mission opportunity for both you and your husband.”

I thought he was joking! I really did. Nope. He was serious. Had I not sent that “oh hey, how are you doing” email, we may have never reconnected and been presented with this opportunity. God at work, people. He provides!

Not only did He bless us with a job opportunity, He blessed us with housing. We found a little apartment with a short, three-month-long lease. And that’s all we needed. At the end of that three months, we’d be packing a U-Haul trailer and making a two day journey to a brand new town, new housing, new jobs, new mission, new people. This was a chance to serve the people of God as missionaries, and we were up for – and thankful for – the opportunity.

And although this God-given fresh start was exactly what we needed, it would still present us with new obstacles and challenges.


The Moving Game: A Testimony to the Grace of God, Part 1

The contents of this and the subsequent three posts have been swirling around in my mind for some time now. Basically, my family and I have moved a lot: seven residences in the past four years. And one of these moves was a big one. (I’m talking a cross-country, U-Haul trailer-in-tow type of move in which our destination provided no stable income and no housing of our own… and we had a baby on the way). It was almost unthinkable. Yet throughout these transitions, the grace and provision of God was so clear and so profound that I cannot help but share this story.

In order for me to fully explain the depth and overwhelming nature of God’s goodness to us, I’ll need to give some backstory. (Read: sit back and relax ‘cuz it’s going to take me a few paragraphs to set the scene).

I’ll have to take you back to my senior year of college. One month before graduating, I had a solid lead on an amazing job possibility. The only factor that made me even have an ounce of hesitation about accepting this position was that the job would take me far away from family and friends to a US state with which I was not very familiar. But I prayed and prayed about the prospect and felt that God was leading me to try out this new adventure. So, four months later I was scouting out apartment options and embracing my first “real” post-school job.

My experiences working for this start-up Christian ministry were many and varied, and I learned a lot. But that’s a post for another time. What you need to know is, I developed some amazing friendships and worked under a fantastic supervisor. Nine months after I started working, I was already saying good-bye and heading back to my home state. My husband and I had gotten engaged during that time. I left the job in June; we were getting married in December.

One year later, we were six months into our marriage. My husband had completed his first year of graduate school and I was working. We were living in a state that was a good day’s drive from our home state. The plan was for my husband to continue his schooling, and find a good job at the end of this arduous educational experience that would provide fulfillment for him and the means for us to have a family one day.

Well, plans changed. We decided that this higher education route wasn’t the right thing for us, and we needed a new plan. The problem was, we were “stuck” in a funky situation. I was the only one with a job, and it didn’t pay well. (I mean, we were living paycheck to paycheck and were digging into our wedding money to make sure we had food in the refrigerator). It didn’t help that we both had tuition debt and I was still paying on my first ever car loan. Since my husband wouldn’t be attending school any longer, we also had to leave the married housing on campus where we were currently living and find somewhere else to live… in this unfamiliar city where we had absolutely no ties.

So, we found ourselves embracing the dilemma of securing some housing, making enough money, and determining where and what in the world we were supposed to be doing with our lives.

What happened next was truly an extension of the grace of God, and a lesson I will never forget.

Marriage is Not a Wedding

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I like weddings.

Most people do – they are, after all, well-planned parties boasting free food, sometimes drinks, fancy formal wear, and plenty of laughter and well wishes. Weddings are a celebration. They’re fun!

I also like marriage and the joy of journeying through life with someone. It is truly a blessing from God. But marriage is not a reflective image of the sparkling white wedding day. It is not a festive party that supplies years of fun and fancy. Yes – marriage is wonderful. It is worthwhile. But is also takes a lot of hard work, extreme patience, an unyielding amount of understanding, and determination.

Our culture has buried so deeply the reality of a marriage underneath the perfect wedding décor and happily ever after stories that soon anyone out to commit themselves to each other will actually have little to no idea of what marriage is really about. And I say, let’s wipe away the layers of lovey-dovey dust that have been building up and reveal once again what marriage really is and what it truly means to spend the rest of your life with someone. Because if we don’t start teaching our children this truth, the rate of divorce, failed marriages, and marital depression are only going to grow.

From what I can gather, there seem to be two popular misconceptions surrounding the idea of marriage. First, there is the idea that two people should get to know each other so well that they are absolutely certain they are “the ones” for each other. This misconception, I think, has risen from the fear of becoming another statistic within the 50% or so of people who have gone through a divorce. We fear the broken commitment; we fear that we will fail. So, we have to get it right: we must make sure we know our significant other inside and out.

I think this misconception also stems from story after story (I’m thinking of you, Disney) that is pumped into our minds about the perfect romance and falling in love with “the one-and-only” and living happily ever after. We just have to get it right. And these skewed notions of “getting it absolutely right” beckon tremendous rational for cohabitation and premarital sex, and these two things are a problem. Why? Because having sex with someone is designed for marriage, and marriage alone. God made it that way. (I could expound on this topic, but that’s for another time).

Back to the point… making sure you truly know one another. This idea that misleads people to think that they have to be 100% sure about who they are going to marry actually causes people to not get married at all. Think about that. If we teach our kids that they need to wait and wait and wait and wait until they are positively sure they have found the perfect spouse, they may never end up marrying. Because no one is perfect. And that means, no marriage and no relationship will be perfect, either. We will never know our significant other perfectly.

What we as parents need to do is teach and encourage our kids to build a healthy, Christ-centered relationship with their girlfriend or boyfriend by administering love, respect, and care to each other. We need to teach our offspring that there isn’t just one single person out “there” that will be their husband or wife someday. That’s the stuff of fairy tales, period.

We should show our kids that marriage is work. Teaching them how to work through problems, how to actively listen to someone’s concerns, and how to show love through words, acts of service, and quality time are all great lessons to share. Because that’s what marriage is: a God-designed relationship that is built on respect and love, not on making sure you know every miniscule detail about each other so that you have for sure chosen the right person.

We don’t need to make sure we are marrying Mr. or Mrs. Right. We need to make sure that we are both in this thing called marriage together and that we will both work at it every single day. And throughout the marriage, a husband and wife do get to know each other. Very well. And that is part of the excitement of being married!

Ok. Next misconception. Second, there is the idea that once a couple is engaged, they should wait until the perfect time to get married. That is to say, they should wait until she finishes school or he buys a house or they at least turn 21 or the wedding invitations at Target go on sale. (Ok, maybe not that last one). But you get my point. And the problem with this misconception is that the wedding day becomes the marriage itself. And this is a huge problem.

By impressing on our children that they should wait until the proper time to get married, we are teaching them that if they choose just the right date and have all their ducks in a row, they will have a much, much better marriage.

This is not a good impression.

Now, I’m not saying that two people should just rush into marriage without a single plan for income and a home. But what I am saying is, if two people – especially those who are young and are not very “established” in life yet – have promised themselves to each other and intend to get married, that is wonderful. Let’s help them, not hinder them.

Your daughter hasn’t even graduated college yet? That’s ok! Work with your girl and her fiancé to locate affordable housing and talk about what kind of income they will need to get by, at least until she graduates. By helping our children get married, we are showing them that they have made a Godly decision and that we are supporting that decision. We are impressing upon them the beauty and importance of marriage. If we encourage our kids to wait for this or that or just the right time, we risk belittling the union on which our kids have set out to embark.

Marriage is not a wedding; it’s not a fluttery, white, happily ever after story where there is never any sadness. Marriage takes perseverance and work, not to mention a never ending learning and also appreciation for the other spouse. But marriage is also wonderful, exciting, adventurous, and best of all, God-designed. As our kids reach the age of dating and marriage, let’s set out to instill in their hearts and minds the best ideals possible of what marriage is really all about.

Stirling Soap Company Product Review – Sunflower Fields Shave Soap and Boar Brush

I guess I’m a wet shaver. Two years ago my husband made the switch to shaving with traditional methods (double edge safety razor, handmade soaps, badger brushes) and he quickly brought me up to speed; now I’ve been enjoying this old-timey-coming-back-in-style personal hygiene pastime, too. I recently acquired a new soap and brush as a treat from my husband and would like to share my review of these items.



The soap and brush are both products from Stirling Soap Company; an artisan brand that’s become a reliable favorite for many shavers. Stirling shave soaps are known for their easy-to-load, rich lathers that provide plenty of cushion and supreme slickness. Though it’s easy expound upon the excellent “shavability” of Stirling soaps, this review will focus on the soap scent.

Sunflower Fields is a new scent that Stirling released with women shavers in mind. Here is an excerpt from the soap description from

This beautifully complex women’s scent is a bright and uplifting fragrance that’s perfect for spring and summer.  It boasts top notes of lemon, rosewood, orange blossom, sweet mandarin, bergamot, melon, and sweet peach.  Middle notes are comprised of cyclamen, rose, jasmine, osmanthus and iris root. The base notes are musk, cedar, amber, moss and sandalwood.

Sunflower Fields is an appropriate name for this feminine compilation of fruits and florals. I could try and pick apart the notes and specific fragrances used, but I think Stirling’s description does a fine job of that. What I will do is try and explain what flashed through my mind the very first time this scent entered my sniffer.

Ok. I brought the soap puck up to my nose and was overwhelmed by a powerful, flowery yet complicated scent that immediately unpacked a childhood memory of standing in my teenage babysitter’s bathroom.

Let me explain.

I pictured the scene of a scrunchie-littered, curling iron still plugged in, nail polish dotted countertop in the bathroom that constantly smelled of fresh smelling shampoos, hairspray, and aromatic mousse. This girl was kind, smart, beautiful, and confident, and her bathroom – rather, the scent that filled her bathroom – emanated these fine, womanly qualities (in my mind).

So that was the very first thing that splashed across my mind when I smelled Sunflower Fields. It brought me back to my earliest depictions of what it was to be womanly according to my 90s girlhood.

That was my personal, initial impression. Then I actually took a few moments to ponder the scent. Sunflower Fields is fresh and beautiful, and it is definitely for the ladies. What Tabac is for guys, this scent is for gals: a complex, powerful aroma that encompasses all that is female. After smelling it for a few moments I nearly started to paint my nails and felt the urge to go find my black stilettos. The scent is sophisticated enough to adorn a lady for a night on the town but lovely enough to accompany a woman to the coffee shop or the library. Basically, it’s the “you-can’t-go-wrong” women’s scent. I know I’ll be reaching for this one again and again. Way to go, Stirling.

On to the brush!

This review will be much more factual and to-the-point.

This newly released brush is a 24mm knot boar hair brush. The loft is 57mm. The boar hair provides ample backbone but is limber enough to allow for a gentle splay. It loaded soap fairly quickly and was enjoyable to lather. The soap brushed on easily and the lather continued to build as I painted my skin. The handle is fantastic! The shape of it lets the user obtain a strong yet comfortable grasp around the stylish looking resin.

As I have never used a Semogue or other well known brush, I cannot compare this one with other models. However, I can tell you that it worked very well and it was only 8 bucks! That’s cheap, folks. But just because the price is low doesn’t mean this brush is poor quality. I would recommend this boar brush to any shaver.


Getting it Right

I tend to change things. No, I’m not a go-getter who makes the world a better place. What I mean is, it’s hard for me to let something stay as it is until, in my mind, it is exactly as it should be. (Perfectionist)?

Let me explain; here is an example. We recently moved into our first home (owned home, that is) and thanks to our wonderful 9 foot ceilings there is plenty of space above the kitchen cabinets for decorations. I like antiques. I like making the home. So I’ve spent the past two months lining up my little vintage possessions atop of the cabinets. I try one arrangement for a week or two, then switch it around. Then I look at it again and think, “Hmm, still not right.” So it gets moved around again. My husband jokes that he doesn’t know what item in our house will be moved around the next time he comes home from work. But finally, I have the items placed just right. I like them. I don’t intend to change the line-up anymore (intend… key word there).

I’ve also changed blogs a billion times. My very first blog documented my travels abroad in Spain. But once I was done traveling, I didn’t know what to blog about anymore so I deleted the blog. Then marriage and kids arrived, and I thought it would be fun to start blogging again. Over the past two or three years I made one for the sole purpose of spilling my thoughts and woes, one to document home remedies and natural living, and one for daily devotions. How many of those still exist? None of them. They weren’t quite “right” so out the window they went!

Well, we’ll see if Indigo Beans lasts longer than two months. Ha.

I don’t know if this mentality to constantly change things around is a case of OCD, or a touch of perfectionism, or the failure to be content. Maybe it’s a bit of all three. I don’t know. But I think that, as long as this tendency doesn’t bother anyone else, I won’t let it bother me. As long as the need to get everything perfect doesn’t cloud my life, then the kitchen décor will probably continue to get rearranged.