A Little Yard Work

For people swear by something greater than themselves, and in all their disputes an oath is final for confirmation. So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of His purpose, He guaranteed it with an oath, so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast
anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain.
Hebrews 6:16-19

There are a lot of little things in life over which I feel particularly, if unjustifiably, proud.

I have never been stung by a wasp, bee or anything like that.

I have never broken a bone.

I have really good vision and have never needed glasses.

I have a relatively stellar immune system and don't really get sick.

One of those things, for 24.5 years (to the day) of my life was I have never had poison ivy. And I was proud of that, because not only does it seem like a complete nuisance, it's also one of those things that some people seem to get and others seem immune to. I felt like I was in the immunity camp and I truly felt like I had something to do with that. Not being allergic to something made me unique. Strong.

But on the day on which I turned 24 and a half, Carson and I joined our community group for a little yard work at an abandoned house in East Cleveland. I heard "light yard work" and immediately thought that I would be planting flowers and barely getting dirty. This really translated into turning a veritable jungle into a normal looking yard.

We pulled on vines, uprooted small plants, tore out weeds and what had surely been nice looking house plants at one time but were now a complete mess. Machetes, weed whackers and
lawnmowers were used to turn the sad driveway and yard into a decent-looking state.

"I bet there's poison ivy here" I remarked at one point to Carson, who was tearing away at the curtain of vines on the back fence. He has a hawk-like eye when it comes to Poison Ivy and Poison Oak, being severely not-immune to it. He hasn't had a reaction since we've been together, so I never actually saw how bad it could get, but I knew that he kept an eye out in case he ran into the little plants. I'd heard the horror stories and I know he doesn't take chances around that stuff.  "I don't think so, I haven't seen any" he replied, dedicating himself once more to the task before him.

It turns out that maybe those hawk-like eyes have deteriorated, since he is, after all, the ripe old age of 26.

I had a couple of little red bumps on my arm that night, but thought nothing of it because I have very sensitive skin, plus I had been attacked by some rather thorny vines. Still, I washed my arms just in case. Carson maintained that there wasn't poison ivy, so nothing was to come of it.

On Facebook the next day, I noticed that someone who'd been there working had gone to the doctor for poison ivy. I knew that Carson was not going to escape its wrath, so I warned him and sure enough, he'd developed some redness on both forearms and knew that it was poison oak. He applied some Caladryl and all was good, or so I thought. I'd read somewhere that putting nail polish on the poison was a helpful move, so I coated my little bumps with a layer of clear topcoat before bed and they looked exactly the same the next morning so I went to work smiling at the fact that I had conquered the beast. I rejoiced when my coworkers confirmed that it was not poison anything.

Carson came home unexpectedly around 4 that afternoon, in pain. I looked at his arms and saw instead what looked very much like a horror movie. It looked identical to the many times I'd scraped my knee, before the wound had healed over. It was truly oozing. It was disgusting. Because of the way it felt, he decided not to go to his evening class. If you know Carson at all, you know that he must have been in a LOT of discomfort.

He took an oatmeal bath to relieve some pain, and I left him soaking in there, eating chips and guac and watching Lord of the Rings while I ran to Target for more medicine/relief.

After I returned with medication, advice from the pharmacist, and the pizza my patient had requested, we settled in for an unexpected night together (he usually has class till 9:30). We spent the evening sitting there watching The West Wing. He couldn't really sit and read or do anything with his hands because of the poison ivy's location, so he sat in the rocking chair with his feet on another chair, feeling miserable (and I wouldn't let him sit on the couch, so he sat there with a towel under his arms. By that time, he determined that I had broken out in poison oak myself (I really do consider him to be an expert in such things... poor guy), but it hadn't spread at all so I was good.

It was a hot evening, so Carson turned on the air. It didn't help at all, so I went to check it a few hours later... and noticed that he'd actually turned on the heat. 85 degrees inside was not a relief for his itchy arms. This isn't important to what I'm saying, it was just sort of funny.

I did something that apparently one should not do when one has a poison oak rash - I exercised. After cooling down with some jumping jacks, I looked at my arms and noticed that I most certainly had more bumps than I'd had before I got up. Apparently the blood rushing around had made the reaction that was under my skin manifest itself. My turn to apply the Caladryl. My, how nice that stuff feels.

We got through the evening (Carson had one more bath, two more showers) and went to bed. Carson got up at 3 for yet another oatmeal bath. The next morning, he was off to the doctor for a steroid shot. It turns out that it gets worse before it gets better, so a truly uncomfortable weekend was on the horizon for Carson. (My reaction never got to be as bad as his; the doctor even said that his was one of the more serious reactions she'd seen, and I read somewhere that the steroids make it a little worse at first because they're pushing the bad stuff out).

"I don't react to that", I'd bragged before. Actually, I guess I've never really encountered it. I still don't know if I'd react the same to poison ivy, but apparently I've merely been lucky when pulling weeds in the past (which hasn't been often, so maybe that's it).
Since it was my first reaction, I didn't have the response to the oils in the same way that Carson did. That's a relief, because it would have been terrible to have both of us unable to get anything for ourselves until we healed.

On my part, a lesson in humility was discovered. For so long I'd been proud of this very minor thing. I was not the weak one who succumbed to a little plant.

I learned, quite simply, that pride goes before a fall.
(Or an outbreak of annoying, itchy rash)

So much of life has proved to be unexpected. Miscarriage, where we'll live in a year, missing passports (!!!) unexpected financial scenarios, all kinds of things big and little. Because of the things I fear, I often wrap myself with pride in things I feel I can count on in life. Things like great eyesight (now I'm terrified to go to the eye doctor - what if I need glasses?!) and bones that haven't ever cracked. Though I really have zero control over these things, they make me feel safe. They're predictable, something to wrap around myself like bubble wrap when facing the more unexpected twists and turns in life.

While arbitrary, these are things that I feel are obvious matters of pride. Why? Because they are things that are my safety blanket instead of Jesus.

When my security is in something stupid like "I never get poison ivy", my security can quickly crumble and fail. Jesus cannot fail and I know that, but I still cling to the tangible. I want measured, visible security and safety and sometimes security in my Savior seems anything but secure. Trusting Jesus is a wild ride with  promise and a hope, scary like a roller coaster where you know you're safe and will get to the end in one piece, but while you're upside down at 90 miles an hour, it doesn't feel safe. Putting faith in things instead of the Person of Christ has long been a struggle of mine. Trusting Him fully instead of relying on those little seat belts of pride is what I really need to do.

Poison oak was a security blanket wake up call for me. I have THIS hope, the hope of eternal life in Jesus Christ, the hope of peace and security NO MATTER WHAT the twists and turns of life might bring.

This hope is to be an anchor of my soul, the very core of my being. If I rely on matters of pride as my sense of security, I am losing out. Jesus Christ is so much better.

(be glad that THIS is the picture I chose for illustration.)

Dinner, Dancing, Dessert

We got ready for date night a few weeks ago (this is noteworthy, because most of the time we have a plan to go out and forego it to sit around in our PJs and eat frozen pizza). 

Once we were ready, we had a silly photo shoot. 

Then we had dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. 

We ate too much,

Then we danced it off as we learned how to follow a ballroom dancing YouTube video. We tried the waltz and got pretty darn good at it (although we look like we're square dancing in the pictures).

Then we played Scattergories (Carson won the first round, then I creamed him in round two). 

We finished off the night with a piece of cheesecake we'd taken home. 

We didn't finish the cheesecake so I had it for breakfast the next morning. 

All in all, a solid effort for date night from Team Bay.

Black Bean Chicken Wraps

We loved these chicken wraps so much, so when I found an adaptation on the original website, I decided it sounded like something Carson would love, so I made it too.

I apologize for the bad picture. Terrible lighting combined with not the best shot.

I changed the ingredients from the author's original to adapt what I had, so without further ado: 

Ingredients 

(I actually increased all of these amounts by a little bit but I didn't measure my additional amounts)

1 cup cooked brown rice

2 cups shredded chicken

1 can black beans

2 green onions, diced (I would add more)

red or green pepper diced (I didn't have one)

yellow corn (I just used it because I had it, and used about half a can)

chopped cilantro to taste

lime juice to taste

1/2 tablespoon  chili powder

1 teaspoon ground cumin

1/2 teaspoon garlic salt

2 cups shredded cheddar

sour cream (I used green yogurt)

flour tortillas (I used whole-wheat)

Mix rice with spices, then add all but the dairy ingredients. Sprinkle cheese on the tortillas. Put the rice and chicken mixture down the middle, top with sour cream if desired, and fold up like a tiny package. 

Spray medium-sized pan and place wraps seam-side down. Cook until crispy and golden brown. 

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Carson ate one of these with a salad the night that I made them, but the remainder (this mixture made nine wraps and I was liberal with the amount of mixture I used so I think it could have made more like 10-12 with my increased measurements). I wrapped these individually in foil and stored in the fridge for Carson to take for lunch. He loved them and I will definitely made them for his lunches again, but will add the pepper and likely something to make them spicy (Sriracha perhaps?)

Enjoy!

Pumpkin Cake

I've made this so many times since I discovered the recipe, whenever that was. It's so incredibly easy and would be really easy to adapt, so I'd recommend making this one for fall! 

You will need: 

Cake mix (I've used spice cake mix and yellow cake mix. Doesn't matter.)

2 eggs

2 tablespoons milk

1 15oz can pumpkin 

Optional:

 cinnamon, chocolate chips, maybe some walnuts or pecans? I think making some sort of a glaze on top would be excellent too, but I haven't experimented. 

Mix those together and throw into a greased Bundt pan. 

350* for 20-30 minutes (I've found that it depends, but I think perhaps my oven is just unreliable). 

This picture is of this recipe with the spice cake mix. I only used one egg for some reason and it was good, but fell apart and was crumbly.

This one was a yellow cake mix, and I used two eggs so it fell right out of the pan and was super moist.

This cake/bread seems to get more moist and better tasting by the next day, so if I'm making it for something, I usually make it a day ahead. It's great either way though. 

DIY Tray

This was the easiest project ever. 

You'll need:

An old frame

Fabric

And that's it. I ironed the fabric, traced the glass, put the fabric in the frame, took off the thing to prop the frame up and BOOM - done! I put it in the bathroom, where it makes the back of the toilet look a little more presentable. 

The Drive-In

We saw a triple feature at the drive-in a few weeks ago: Monsters University, Percy Jackson and the something or rather and Despicable Me: 2. The first of the movies began at around 9pm so it was an exceptionally late night. We'd decided early on that we had no desire to see the second movie (it really looked ridiculous) so we set an alarm and tried to take a nap in that time. It turns out that it's difficult to sleep, curled up in the backseat of a Civic (me) and in the driver's seat (Carson). The little cat-nap we did get let us power through the third film. We got home at 3:45 in the morning. Yikes! It took an entire week to recover, but we would both definitely go to the drive-in again. It was a fun experience!

The Past Reminds Me

Five years ago, I moved away from "home". While that made life change significantly for me, I am reminded of all the small things that happened to bring me to that place, all of the little tiny turns that brought me to where I am at this moment.

Never in a million years would I have dreamed up the life that I live today. I don't have a picket fence, a dog, three kids and a minivan. I'm not a single missionary in Europe. I live in Ohio, I make coffee for a living, and I have a husband in graduate school. Not going to lie, I sort of expected a little more mystery and glamour.

When my parents came to visit, they brought memories.
The boxes my parents brought contained so much memorabilia from my South Carolina life. There were letters from high school, photo albums from my first year in Ukraine, journals, the planner I kept when Carson and I were first dating, my high school diploma, CDs of back-up pictures from who-knows-when.

While many of the pictures were cringe worthy (some people looked cute with braces, but I had a shiny forehead too so I just look like I'm made of metal), nearly all of them brought back memories I'd forgotten. I was reminded of Kristine's surprise 18th birthday, which Emily and I paid for with a jar full of coins we found in random places. We had non-alcoholic margaritas and played poker and danced in the driveway.
I was reminded of the short-lived tradition I had with Brooke, of making rice krispy treats for the Harvest Festival every October, and the longer-lived tradition of having a mini photoshoot before the festival.

There were journals, which showed me what I was thinking about, worrying over, and looking forward to in life. There are prayers I'd written down that really humble me today, quotes that still inspire, and of course a little melodrama that I'd like to rip from those spiral-bound pages.

Over and over again, I'd written Philippians 4:6-7, in a desperate attempt to remind myself to not worry but to trust... some things never change. In my journals, this was in reference to college, mostly. Today, I worry about other ambiguities in life. I worry about where we'll go next (Carson's first year of school went by freakishly fast, didn't it?), our future as a family, money for this or that...

But the past reminds me of something I knew and forgot even then. God knows. He knows who will be in the pictures I take in five years, what those years will hold, where they'll be held, how many times we'll be able to see family, and even what I'll be worrying about then.

This is why I love going through old stuff, why I love recording thoughts and moments through pictures and journaling (I don't journal anymore, but this blog counts, right?). I am reminded of God's faithful provision in years past - how He's given good friends, jobs that paid the bills, pennies to pay for birthday parties, and met my needs. I am reminded to be humble when I think of how good I thought I looked while in braces, to be thankful, because I really have had a blessed little life, and to praise God, for He is and has been good, even when the going has been tough.

 Kristine and I at a luau birthday party; group of us at a western birthday party (Emily and I are "Saloon Girls" which is why we're dressed up. Good choice, us.); my 50's themed 16th birthday party; Maria, me, Meghan, Kristine and Stephanie at a high school retreat; Jr. High AWANA girls shopping trip with Chloe, Hailey, Morgan and Stephanie; out to a movie with my sister, Jillian and Emily; family Easter photo; Brooke's graduation party; Jr. High Sunday School camping trip (all of these girls are now well into their college years).