Sunday, April 22, 2012

KAH II: Anguilla

Well, folks, it's that time again.  Time for a little tropical getaway.  Time for Mommy & Daddy.  Time to treasure our dear friends.  Yes, it is time for KAH!

In case you've forgotten from last year, KAH stands for "Kids at Home."  We dubbed this particular trip "KAH II."  And so the Bar-Nutts booked a trip to Anguilla, that 35 square mile island in the British West Indies that almost no one has heard of before.  We have historically done cruises together for our vacations, so this year we went with the extreme opposite of cruising.  Best decision ever.

No cruise port.  No chain restaurants.  No chain hotels.  (You must be Anguillan to own property, effectively eliminating all of that.  For now.)  No serious party scene.  Just lots of pristine beaches, amazing restaurants, and plenty of snorkeling.  Perfect for us old folks.

I fell in love with this island.  A bit too hard, in fact.  I had a hard time coming back to reality.  The people were wonderful.  The food was fabulous.  I still can't get over the beaches.  Everyone should add this place to their bucket list.  I realized that my happy place in this world includes a beach and being able to live in my swimsuit.  I had more energy on this trip than I'd had in at least 4 years!  No desire for a nap, I just wanted to go, go, go all day.  I think my tripmates did not exactly feel the same.  I felt adventurous.  I felt like my 12-year-old self visiting my aunt and being so excited to explore the world that she would have to tell me to go lie down and let her rest.  I cannot wait to go back.

So here is a sampling of the 500 or so pictures taken from my camera (and a few from Jeremy's cool little underwater camera.)  I have not even cracked the 1200 plus that Stacie sent us yet. :)  Sorry, I'm still trying to figure out laying out photos on the new and improved Blogger, so nothing is exactly in order.

We met up with our friends from WV, Paula and Colin, who were visiting  St. Maarten on the same day we flew in.  Here we are at Sunset Beach Bar, literally right at the end of the runway of Princess Juliana Airport!
Paula even took a picture of Jeremy, Stacie, and I as one of the big jets came in.  Pretty cool.  (Why the heck were you not in this Brian?)

Already worn out at this point, on the ferry from St. Maarten to Anguilla.
Pretty sure they were in deep discussion about their 1800 years together as best friends. :)



The Dune Preserve, ranked #1 beach bar in the world by CNN in 2011.


The View from the top of the treehouse.

Our motto of the trip was, "This doesn't suck!"
Take a shower from a conch shell if you don't like that sticky salt water!
The unofficial menu for the day, written out by Bankie.

Posing with Mr. Bankie Banx himself at his Dune Preserve Bar.


Stacie on Crocus Bay beach in front of Da'Vida restaurant.

Johnny cakes!

Rendezvous Bay






Can't get enough of these beaches.



Gwen's Reggae Grill

Just your friendly rooster wandering the beach at Shoal Bay, while we lunched for cheap at Uncle Ernie's!
A good reminder, one I definitely needed reminding of as I fell head over heels for this island.  Even in the midst of all this beauty and luxury, He is still the Answer.
Trusty Calvin.  Just meet him under the tree and he'll take you out to Little Bay.
The cave we swam out to and hiked in!
Little Bay is probably the most exotic-looking spot on the island.

The view from inside the cave we climbed at Little Bay.
You can just spot the tiny Jeremy on this big rock that everyone else was jumping off of. :)
GREAT pic of the Nutts with Little Bay in the background.

View from the top of the rock they climbed and jumped from. :)


Stacie's battle wounds.  That rock won, I think.
Stacie's last hurrah :)

Mead's Bay

The Viceroy. Newest, and reportedly, most ostentatious luxury resort.  We tried to go have drinks there one night and someone had bought out the ENTIRE place, so we couldn't go in.  We still think it was Jay-Z. ;)





Smokey's on the Cove was probably the best place we ate. Lunch and dinner!  This was on the beach nearest to our resort.
My snapper, sweet potatoes, and cole slaw.
We even found reminders of our little guy back home.
On our way to Sandy Island to do a little snorkeling!


Sandy Island is tiny but there is plenty of space for the bar. :)



Our first morning. At Cove Bay.
I believe this was a view of Crocus Bay from the road.





Last night on the island, just missed sunset at Smokey's!
Miss Anguilla? Why, yes, we do!

Friday, April 20, 2012

When Guatemala Meets Nineveh...



My friend Meghan recently returned from a mission trip through her church to Guatemala.  She sent out a letter to friends and family to share news of how her trip went and I wanted to post some excerpts from her beautiful, thoughtfully-written story:

"The first day at Potter's House our wonderful hosts drove us through the city cemetery to an overlook of the garbage dump where 11,000 people comprising 16 different communities live around it to scavenge amidst the refuse to find at least some manner of food for their family and something they could possibly recycle or resourcefully use in another product to sell.  I've seen poverty before, but I've never seen anything like this.  These precious people, made in the image of God, rummage through grotesque, nauseating waste.  Not only do they compete among each other to find the best trash, but they compete with vultures, dozens of them, not only circling overhead, but scrounging through the refuse as well.  Large bulldozers push garbage into another deep ravine and the methane gas from a landfill fire below filled the air.  Standing at the edge of the cemetery overlooking this scene was unbelievable.  This was our introduction.  This was the scene that set the stage for the week...


One of my teammates hit the nail on the head when he said, 'If Jesus was physically on earth right now, He'd run to the dump.'  He'd be the first to pick up the addicted man passed out on the middle of the street from sniffing glue who cries out for help to be different but everything he tries in his own strength to change fails.  Jesus would be the one laughing and playing with the children, beckoning them to Himself.  He'd stand in the middle of the dump with the vultures swirling above, telling people of their worth and value.  And he'd place his hands on the shoulders of the single mommas reassuring them of his presence."


I love this.  I had been waiting for an impetus to a blog post to share Meghan's story and found one today.  I have been reading through "The Jesus Storybook Bible" (and don't be surprised to find more of my "preachings" from, yes, a children's bible on the old blog!) and ran across this today in a retelling of Jonah and the Whale.

   "God had a job for Jonah.  But Jonah didn't want it.  'Go to Nineveh, God said, 'and tell your worst enemies that I love them.'
   'NO!' said Jonah. 'Those are bad people doing bad things.' 
   'Exactly', said God. 'They have run far away from me. But I can't stop loving them. I will give them a new start. I will forgive them.'
   'NO!' said Jonah. 'They don't deserve it!'
   'I'll run away,' Jonah said to himself. 'Far away--so far away that God won't be able to find me. Then I won't have to do what God says! It's a good plan!'"


And of course, we know how that good plan of Jonah's turned out.  I laughed at how silly it sounded that Jonah decided he could just run away from God.  How silly that he didn't want to obey!  It only took me a split second to realize that this is an extremely apt description of humankind in general.  We are all running away from God, everyday, in some form or another.  We fill our heads every second with anything and everything to keep our minds occupied and keep God out.  (Since the Lord is dealing with me heavily on this one lately, there is another post coming that will expound on this. :)  So what is the "Nineveh" you are avoiding and what "boat" are you taking to avoid it?


So excited.  And nervous.  Just finished signing up to go on my first international mission trip. :)

Monday, April 16, 2012

Noah's Spring Break Vacation

Ah....I have so much to catch up on!  And Blogger is not helping me out by changing up everything with their "upgrade."  But I'm going to start with last month!

While Mommy & Daddy took off on vacation with their pals, the Nutts, Noah divided his time between both sets of grandparents, catching part of each of his grandmothers' spring breaks.  Here are some of the pictures they took, unfortunately Blogger no longer inserts the pictures in the order I am used to, so these are  all out of whack and I don't want to spend time re-ordering them!  There's got to be an easier method to this madness.  Surely.

We dropped Noah off to Mimi & Papa (my parents) in McKinney on Thursday, March 15, and he went to Paris with them and stayed with them until Sunday, when they met Mamaw & Papaw (Jeremy's parents) halfway between Paris and Fort Smith for the exhange.  They returned him to us in Dallas on Thursday, the 22nd.

In Paris, Noah spent some time playing outside, visiting the park, taking walks, and blowing bubbles!

In Fort Smith, it rained a lot, but Noah had a great time hanging with his buddy, Adaiah.  And she was thrilled too, I'm sure.
Sometimes Mamaw & Papaw had to put him in timeout. :)
Back to Paris pictures.  Sorry about that.  These might be my favorite pictures ever.  Open them up and check out the joy on those faces.

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A great time was had by all and it was reported that Noah did not even appear to miss Mommy & Daddy. :) I am so glad he got to spend time by himself with his grandparents and make special memories and love them even more!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Calling

So I am finally finishing up the second part of my review of a book I read recently, The Missional Mom. I have been putting it off for weeks now, but here goes....



"We have not shown the world another way of doing life. Christians pretty much live like everybody else. They just sprinkle a little Jesus in along the way." Shane Claiborne

Since apparently 85 percent of Americans identify themselves to be "Christians" and many of those lives obviously look no different than most of the non-Christians, I don't like using that term to identify the elect. So I'm going with Christ-follower to be more specific in who I am referring to. I think it cuts to the heart of what I'm getting at today.

And now I get to the part of the book that completely floored me. I literally had to put the book down and just sit in silence to absorb an idea that I had only previously toyed with in the far corners of my mind.

Here is the big, ugly thought: There are thousands upon thousands of people going about their lives, many of them probably sitting in church on a regular basis, who believe themselves to be Christians...when they actually are not. Let's look at the Scriptures.

I Never Knew You
21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22 On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ 23 And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’ Matthew 7:21-23

When I actually was willing to examine this passage for what it is, I was overwhelmed with the realization of the existence of this "Christian Lost" population that exists! I was also filled with devastation, thinking of what it would be to hear these words spoken to me by Jesus when I meet him. The author points out that in so many churches the push to "make a decision" for Christ has become almost as if we are selling fire insurance. People say a prayer of salvation but their lives are never drastically altered. The author goes on to say, "Jesus makes a clear distinction between those who say they believe--and those who live like they do."

As for me, my testimony is a bit too lengthy for this post. In fact, God's sanctification and redemption of me is lifelong and continual. Suffice it to say, this assurance of salvation issue is something I have struggled with off and on since I was about 13 years old. For my whole life. I cannot tell you at what point I really "got saved" except that I am one of God's chosen children and I have been called by Him. (I will not go into my Calvinistic theological views for now. :) I grew up in church hearing the very sermons on hell meant to inspire fear, thus driving lost souls to Jesus. Problem was, this only promotes "the fire insurance" ideology as opposed to actual discipleship. I specifically remember one of our youth leaders saying that because a certain famous Christian stated that he did not have a "moment" he could identify where he accepted Jesus, that person couldn't be saved. I was relieved in my reading of this book to find a lot of people actually have "a process" instead of "a moment" and that this is okay!

So how do we know? How can we examine our lives to see whether we're "in" or not?

"Whoever says, 'I know him' but does not keep his commandments is a liar, and the truth is not in him...By this we may know that we are in him: whoever says he abides in him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked." (I John 2:4-6) Ah ha! The book of I John was basically written to those who were struggling to have assurance of salvation. It is full of "tests" for the soul. How happy was I to see that others have struggled with this assurance, as I have! "By this we shall know that we are of the truth and reassure our heart before him..." (I John 3:19)

Are you doing what Jesus commanded? In Matthew 22. In Acts 1:8. In Matthew 28.

Around the same time I was reading through The Missional Mom, I stumbled upon this blog post by Geoff Ashley of The Village Church, "Assurance of Salvation", and this sermon by Matt Chandler, "Dealing with Doubt".

Please also consider this recent sermon by Matt Carter, "The Pursuit of the Sinner". Beautiful, wonderous depiction of Christ's mission and whom he came to call. In short, the Great Physician came to heal those who were sick, not the ones who don't need a doctor. He pointed at Matthew who was literally sitting in his sin and said, "I want YOU. Come!" My paraphrase. :)

In summary, I realized, slowly, over the last few years, that just saying yes to Jesus, as a one-time deal, isn't enough. Just living life "the right way" isn't enough. That's what the Pharisees were doing, is it not?

"Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion...Take care brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to fall away from the living God." Hebrews 3

Because there is no guarantee you will ever hear it again. Cry out to Him. His Word promises that if he we seek him with all of our hearts, he will not disappoint.

"O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above."

He is Risen! Maranatha!