Blogging

I think blogging is funny. But I love reading friend's blogs. I always assume that no one reads my blog, but just in case, I thought I would pass along the information for my new blog. I started one for Eddie and me. It's at:

yeagens.blogspot.com

Happy reading!

Christmas in October

Lindsey and I went to Salado for Christmas in October. It wasn't quite what I had imagined, but I loved all the seasonal home decorations. And it was a great time of hanging out with one of my greatest friends. It was fun to get out of town and to leave all the wedding planning thoughts behind me for the day. Well, honestly, I haven't been worrying too much about wedding planning, as most of the major decisions have been made. But unfortunately ignoring wedding planning, doesn't mean that the wedding will just automatically happen. Anyway, I really should go to Salado more often . . . though I'm afraid I would find too many trinkets that appear to be must haves while I am there. So anytime someone wants to take a day trip to Salado, let me know! And I love Christmas and all the decorations, so yeah for Christmas in October!

I'm Engaged!!

And I'm so excited to marry Eddie!

Happy Birthday, Tali!

Tali's Birthday was this week. She has been an incredible friend since I met here. I met her in Denver, and the picture is the view of my Denver apartment from outside her door. I loved being able to walk over and just sit down and talk about anything. She has always been such an encouragement to me. And it's been fun to walk through similar things with someone, as we both went to Denver Seminary, studied counseling, interned at Colorado Christian University, moved back home, and found ourselves working at universities. I am blessed to have her as a friend. And though we are miles apart, she remains one of my closest friends. Happy Birthday, Tali!! I hope it was an amazing day!

You Are My Supply

by: James Mark Gulley

The seasons have dried my soul
The sun has hard beaten down
And my temptation is to look at all that's gone
But You are here
And You are near
You are my supply
My fountain of blessing to the end of the earth
You are my supply
And You wipe away my tears,
And You take away my fears
With the strength of Your love
After all is said
And after all's been done
And I sit here empty
But my heart is Yours
And You are here
And You are near
Your perfect love drives out all my fear…

Happy Birthday, Amy!!

Today is my sister-in-law's Birthday! (And this is a super old picture, but go Colorado!) Amy is definitely my favorite sister-in-law, despite being the only one. She has always been a blessing to me in so many ways. She has continually opened her home to me and welcomed me so warmly, even when I would call practically from the driveway. She has always been a support to me and my dreams. So here's a quick note to say Happy Birthday, Amy! I wish you many blessings today and this coming year!

Just one of the boys?

Jorge, Eddie, me, James, Eric, and Cocoa

What a Surprise!!

So I'm definitely not a plant person. The truth is I have a serious fear of worms and slugs, which unfortunately seems to often come with the territory, so I simply steer clear of anything plant related. I have a plant in my office, which expresses in a pitiful way when it needs watering. While I appreciate its expression, it simply reinforces my habit of not watering it until it seems to be dead. But with a little water and a little time, it perks up again as if nothing happened. With that plant in my office, I was a happy camper.

But this Christmas, a package was in my stocking which was meant to give me the tools necessary to grow an amaryllis. As I opened the box, I noticed that the plant had already tried to grow. I think the sad truth is that my parents re-gifted the poor amaryllis and so it tried to grow on its own in the meantime. Knowing that plants are not my forte, I thought I could at least read the directions. I planted my little growing bulb, though noticing that while the directions said I was supposed to spread out the roots, there were no roots to spread. But I thought it was worth a try none the less. So I've been watering my little plant . . . the truth is I only water it b/c it's in our kitchen window so I see it and the sink is right there. So I've been faithfully trying to help my little rootless plant. And it seemed nothings been happening. Actually at one point, I thought maybe as it split that it wasn't a growing pain, but that it was the end of my little plant. But then this morning I was shocked as I really think that little plant grew a few inches overnight. No bud yet, but it grew taller--seriously. It was fun to see and such a surprise.

I realize that it is a common to compare one's spiritual walk to the growth of a plant, but it is amazingly accurate. You put yourself in an environment which you hope will foster growth. And you pour into your spiritual life with Bible study, reading, prayer, worship. There have been times that I have felt that my sporadic care and attention towards God was done in vain. There have been times that I have doubted my ability to grow b/c of the lack of what seemed like strong roots. But as we pour into our relationship with Christ, sometimes it seems like nothings happening, until one day it seems like we grow just a little more into the likeness of what he created us to be. The process of growing is certainly not over for my little plant. But it's shown me enough to know that I should keep pouring into it as best I can and continue to watch for the fruit.

Santa Claus came to town . . .

My nephew is now six and able to write, so he made a sign for Santa this Christmas--very cute, I must say. Apparently, Santa ate just five and a half of the SIX oreos that my nephew felt was necessary to leave out for Santa along with the giant glass of milk. And yes, the present in the picture is to me from Santa. No worries though, there were plenty of other presents left for others as well just none that Santa felt necessary to leave by his late night snack. My nephew in the morning did point out that it seemed that Santa had used the same wrapping paper as his parents. Hmm . . . maybe Santa decided to outsource his wrapping paper production.