Category Archives: Outdoors

Ixtapa, Mexico

About a week ago, I went on my tenth vacation with my grandparents, brother and cousins. Shout out to my grandparents who have taken us all from the time I was six. I’m so thankful for the opportunity they gave me to travel. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been very many places. But I’m thankful for something even more important: the opportunity they gave us grandkids to get to know each other. My cousins are like my siblings. And I’m so happy for the relationship I have with them.

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We ended the ten year streak with a bang: Mexico. We stayed at a Club Med resort in Ixtapa on the Pacific. Needless to say it was beautiful, and don’t even get me started on the food. Amazing. We met people from all around the US, France, Canada, and Mexico (wasn’t expecting that last one, were ya?). Plus I got to do one of my favorite things: the trapeze!

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But a resort really isn’t my scene. I knew this from previous vacations, but it really stood out on this one. The third day there I was actually rather upset. Not angry, but sad and confused. You see, I didn’t fit in with any of the people I met. Their lives, their goals, their way of talking was so far from what I valued. Yeah, some of them were fun, but I felt completely out of place. It wasn’t that their conversation made me feel uncomfortable, but I didn’t know how to contribute. I mean, what was I supposed to add to their stories of getting drunk and the parties or clubs they’ve snuck into? So on that third morning I took my journal and found a nice spot on the beach to think.

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I also was pondering a question that one guy had asked me the night before, “So what is your friend group? Like what category do your friends fit in and how do you play into that?” I wasn’t sure how to answer because I had never thought about it before. I think I said something to the effect of, “I think all my friends are clever in one way or another. I respect their opinions, and they make me change.” That is true, but I wasn’t sure how I fit into the picture. I wasn’t sure who I was in my friend group because some of my friends are polar opposites.

So I thought. After about an hour on the beach, I realized why I was feeling so awkward around these people at the resort, and who I was with my friends.

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I was used to being the “crazy” one. I’m the most wild. I dance the craziest. I’m not sure how to describe it exactly, and if you were to ask my friends, they could very well disagree, but to me that is the role I play. I didn’t even realize I played a role until then. I guess I like shocking people. I feel comfortable shocking people. I get a sort of high off of it. But I wondered why. I figured, when it comes down to it, I like being different. The reason I felt so uncomfortable at the resort was because I no longer was in the role I was used to playing. I was the conservative one for the first time in my life. I was the one who didn’t do things or wear things. I wrote in my journal that day, “Is it true that if I just wore a bikini people would take me seriously?” Because me and my tankini over here feel like we were being excluded. So in Ixtapa, Mexico, I was faced with a decision. Either I changed the role I played or I played up my role. I could decide not to wear a tank top underneath shirts that I thought needed one. I could say things, ask guys for alcohol, grind, and kiss more than anyone else there. That’s what it would take to stay in the role I was used to. I didn’t want that, though.

IMG_0203Different. That’s what I wanted to be. Drinking and flirting was not different. Okay, I thought to myself. So what do I do? I’m not going to be the shock factor here. Then I realized that being different and shocking people are not the same thing.

Different for something. That’s what I needed to be. Anyone can act differently. Anyone can pretend to be anyone they wanted to be or as interesting as they wanted to be. But that’s a fake identity. I needed to be different for a reason. I couldn’t change who I was depending on who I was with. I couldn’t stay in the state I was in. I was changing. The world was changing. What could I be that would always, no matter when or where, be different and interesting and slightly scandalous?

Then it hit me. A Christian. Duh. Well actually when it happened it was more of an “Aha!” than a “duh” moment for me. No matter who I talked to, an identity in Christ would always be different. What is more interesting than some one who goes against what the crowd is doing and fighting for something more? What is more scandalous than a relationship with God?

A Christian. That was what my identity needed to be. I said “duh” earlier because ever since I was little that’s what I was told by everyone in my circles: Christ should be my identity. But it was then in Mexico that I realized what that meant. First and foremost, I decided to be a Christian that week.

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The tank tops stayed on. My swear free language stayed the same. I said no to the shots. And I decide not to participate in the skinny dipping. And I had fun. Not because I was shocking people, though I did probably confuse several, but because I knew why I was acting differently from all these people. I had fun because I actually made friends instead of making out. I had fun because I gained the respect of people and learned new skills. I had fun because I listened to people tell me stories from around the world. (I do have to say that I was totally the best dancer there, though.) The small group of people that I actually had some form of respect for noticed that I wasn’t the same. One guy, Santiago, even told me, “You’re different from all the other girls.” It must have been a good different because he and I along with my cousin Ean hung out most of the week.

Life is easy when you know who you are. And life is amazing when Christ is who you are.

Of course, the next question is “how does one live in Christ” but that’s for another time. I’ll write a post on that when I have some kind of an answer. Or I’ll write one to get some sort of an answer.

Here’s a video of the trip I put together:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d8z3XPGFDA

Fire-baked Pies

Looking for a fun, summer meal? Ta-da! Fire-baked pies.

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Make your preferred bread dough. Roll into individual rectangles.

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Make chicken pot pie filling or gravy.

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Roast away.

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Want dessert? Berries or fruit. Sprinkle with 3:1 ratio of sugar to flour mixture. Add less than a tablespoon of butter. Not a fruit person? Nutella and peanut butter. Honey and cinnamon. Get creative!

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That Emotional Trick Called “Retreats”

photo-5Retreats. Yup, they are complete manipulation. You stay up late, get dehydrated, run around, hug strangers, listen to powerful music and driving talks, and the last day you cry, “change your life”, go home and forget everything you so miraculously learned over the week/weekend. Such was, and to a point still is, my view of retreats.

So, why am I talking about retreats? Well, because I just came back from one. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go at all. I didn’t want to get sucked into the trick that was so carefully planned by youth leaders. I didn’t want a spiritual high because at some point I knew I would fall and so would every other hormonal teen.

What was the point?

The first night I was determined to have a good time because I was there, but I told myself I would not be emotionally moved. There was the overly enthusiastic group of 400 teens screaming and cheering for… what reason? God? Anyway, the band was good. Not so good that they were snobbish, but good. The theme, Anchored, was cool. And then the speaker.

Okay, at this point you’re probably guessing how this post is going to end. I’m going to say how much I was impacted and changed and how retreats are amazing and yada yada yada. You might be right, but you’re definitely wrong. That would be too typical, and life, unlike Hollywood, is not predicable. But I will tell you I’ve been telling myself to stop being bitter, to depend fully on Christ, be content with the present, and try to give my parents grace so we all can get through the next few months until I get a job and start community college. There’s a little prelude or teaser, or whatever for you.

Anyway, then came the first talk of the weekend. He opened by summing up what I thought of camps to a degree (his version was a bit more optimistic), but it got me listening. He spoke about how we are anchored to different things that are holding us down. Either the past, bitterness, or fear. Bitterness.

Moving on. Then we did the whole “stay up late, hug strangers” part during the gym game time that started at 11:30.

Saturday was fun. Think, 70ft swing fun. Think super fast tubing slide fun. Think laser tag fun. It was a jolly old time, Saturday was. I actually enjoyed myself without forcing myself to 😉 Oh, what am I going to do with myself? Two hour conversations by fires in coffee shops are wonderful things. Hearing the words “I understand” and “that’s hard” and “I’m sorry” are such relieving things.

The talks in the morning that I listened to were: Anchored to the Present and Anchored to Your Story. The present one talked about being content where you’re at and not rushing by because God has a plan for you now. That happened… And the other about how we need to share our stories about God with each other so we can have a clearer picture of who God is. Good stuff, but I had heard it before. I’ve been churched. Some of it did strike me. It was a good reiteration of what I knew. The evening talk was about having Christ as our Anchor. Okay, really starting to be a pattern here in case you missed it. Ugh. Then the powerful music.

I have this hope
As an anchor for my soul
Through every storm
I will hold to You

With endless love
All my fear is swept away
In everything

There is hope in the promise of the cross
You gave everything to save the world You love
And this hope is an anchor for my soul
Our God will stand
Unshakeable

I will not cry. I will not cry. I found myself torn between my own stubborness and that voice inside me calling. I will not cry. I am a stone. This is manipulation. Or is it the Spirit? I wanted to be free. I wanted to melt down on my knees and change, but I couldn’t.  I was trapped by anchors: bitterness, doubt, fear, defiance. I struggled, wrapped up in emotion of uncertainty. Okay, God. I don’t know what to do. Do something. I felt a hand tap my shoulder and a friend say, “Can I pray for you?” I said, yes. As she started to pray, her arms holding me in security and love, I began to cry, shedding tears I had so wanted to hold back. Mascara running, shaking in the knowledge that God will always be my anchor even when when I try to cut him loose.

Your Name is higher
Your Name is greater
All my hope is in You

Your word unfailing
Your promise unshaken
All my hope is in You

To finish up the weeded on Sunday the talk was on parents. Bam. Full circle. Oh, my. Next time you try to win an emotional battle, make sure God isn’t your opponent. He’ll win whether you want Him to or not. He’ll win when you need Him to.

P.S. Can I just say something about yoga pants? They are NOT pants. Girl, I do not need to see every curve. And Ugg boots? Seriously? UGGGG! No wonder you’re slipping every ten feet. Those things have no traction. But obviously I missed the memo because I swear 75% of the girls at the camp wore the combination of those two. #wat #mylife #stillwearingskinnyjeans

Watch videos of the trip:

Blasting Away!

Blasting Away 2!

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Thoughts in Snow

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I have a love hate relationship with snow. At the moment, I’m really liking it. There was an ice storm here a few days ago and it made everything sparkle.

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Even the cold I’m not minding, though I normally hate cold. I’m enjoying tea and blankets and sweaters.

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Life is beautiful, people. Seriously, it’s amazing if you look. Just think of all the amazing things you can do. There is so much potential out there. Lord help me be all I’m meant to be.