Do You Hear What I Hear?

Is it too soon to start listening to Christmas music?

I mean, I know we just got past Halloween, and Thanksgiving is still coming...but I just can't help myself!

But it seems in general those around me don't feel it's permissible until after Thanksgiving. Seriously??? I can't wait that long. And then I only get a month to listen to all this wooonderful music!
There is just too much good stuff out there to get through in only a month! There's just something that happens when the weather changes. The breezes are chilly, the windows start to get frosty in the morning, you can see your breath as you walk to your car, you break out the gloves and scarves and coats...it just makes me want to break out the Christmas music!
If it has to be cold outside, I should get to listen to Christmas music, that's just how I feel. And heck, it even snowed today! That's all the permission I need to break out the classic tunes :)

Below are some of my all time faves :) I'm sorry, I just can't wait four more weeks!

If you've never heard of Straight No Chaser, I'm about to change your life. They are a men's acapella group from Indiana, and they are, superb. My absolute favorite. They do a lot of mash-ups and a lot of originals, and it's all fantastic. This is one of their best Christmas, though all their Christmas is great!


Next up is Celtic Woman, a group of Irish woman who do folk music but they also have a Christmas album, and their voices just give me the chills every time! So pure and beautiful!


This next one was tough, because Point of Grace's version of O Holy Night is my absolute favorite version ever! But there are absolutely zero good recordings of it...so this was the best I could find, and it's not good. But just to kind of give you an idea...it's really is beautiful if you can ever hear a good version of it.


I love this next one also, I'm a sucker for acapella, if you hadn't figured that out yet. And I love Rascal Flatts :)


And of course no Christmas list would be complete without Michael Buble. This is a duet with Shania Twain off of his new Christmas album. It's fantastic :) This is my other excuse for breaking out the music early. You can't have Michael put out a new album in October and expect me to wait until December to listen to it. Not happening folks :)


There are so many more...but these are always at the top of my list :)

Snugglicious

With three sick coworkers and two sick family members, it was inevitable that I came down with a cold this week. So I dug out the Zicam, Puffs and Vicks and prepared for the worst.
It hasn't been the worst cold I've ever had, but I ended up taking an afternoon off of work. I huddled in the basement, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch trying to ignore the aches and chills while watching reruns of 17 Kids and Counting :) but there is really nothing that makes you feel better like a puppy to snuggle with.
Winston is the newest addition to our family, taking the place of dear Abby who we lost this spring. My family lasted all of a month without a dog in the house, and so we ended up with the bundle of energy that is Winston.

He is a red, miniature poodle with a spitfire personality and enough energy to rival a two-year old. He is such a joy :) He loves to chase the tennis ball and chew on his twenty-ish other toys that we had to buy to keep him busy because he gets bored so quickly. But if you can catch him in the right mood and the right time, he absolutely looooves to snuggle! Hi ultimate goal is to end up in your lap, being petted.
Fortunately when I was home sick, he was in the right mood, and just snuggled right up against me all afternoon.

There is nothing like the warm solidarity of a dog to make you feel warm and safe and well. Their quiet breathing, their paws twitching as they dream, their warm wet nose...
I can't imagine not having a dog. I truly feel sorry for people who have not experienced the loving relationship of having a dog. I know some people just don't like them, and that's fine, but there really is no love in the world like the love of a dog.
They are most definitely a gift from our Heavenly Father, and I was especially grateful for that gift this week.

Nostalgia

This time of year just absolutely FILLS me with nostalgia! I'm sure it does for a lot of people, but there are just so many memories tied to this time of year for me...

Halloween
My mom has some fantastic, old, Halloween decorations that she puts up around our house, I'm pretty sure they're ones that she grew up with, and it just isn't Halloween at my house until these decorations are put up!
Check out these beauties :)

This guys a keeper, definitely. Anything orange on him is textured, like a felt or some kind of velvet. It's fantastic.

I was house sitting for some friends for a couple of weeks and when I came home this greeted me on my bathroom mirror....someone thinks they're pretty funny I expect...

This guy is the newest addition to the collection. He has a motion sensor so when people walk by he drops on a string and makes creepy noises, his legs wiggle and his eyes light up red. Can we say creeeepy???? My dad thinks it's hilarious. My sister and I, not so much....

I'm not very creative when it comes to my costumes, I never have been. I much prefer easy over cool or the wow factor. I just don't get into it like others do, I never have. I can't even tell you how many years in a row I was a black cat. I just wore all black, mom bought me some $2 cat ears, made a tail out of some black fabric and stuck it in my pants, and painted my nose and whiskers with black eyeliner. Bam. Black cat perfection :)
I think there was a Sacajawea thrown in there one year, or maybe it was Pocahontas...I don't think I was ever a princess. That was always my sister's territory, and she played it well! Tyler, being a paper boy, often went just as that, and used his paper bag to carry all his candy. I thought it was brilliant.
Once we were dressed up my folks took us to the Bibleland Carnival, back when it was called that. Oh dear, I just said back when....I'm not old enough for that!
Anyhoo, we'd head out there and play the games and get the candy. I vividly remember playing a bean bag game where you had to toss a bean bag through a hole in Goliath's head....creepy right?
And I'm pretty sure there was one where you had to crawl through the belly of Jonah's whale. Yeah, it was quality stuff :) We never really went trick-or-treating except around our neighborhood. I think we were probably just wimps because it's always so cold/snowing on Halloween :) That probably also factored into my costume choice. What will fit under my winter coat/what will I not get frostbite in?


The Musical
The High School Musical was my sport. I am not an athletic person, I am a musical person and every year I was in the musical. I played suave and sophisticated characters, ranging from a goose with a death sentence,  a townsperson with a fabulous hat, a sausage curl girl (that's exactly how it was worded on the cast list) and a magically alive plate. Like I said, suave and sophisticated :)
Auditions were the first full week of school and the cast list was posted that Friday, which was the longest day of my life that week! They didn't post the list until about 2 minutes before school was out, and I'm sure I didn't learn anything on those days, not when I was distracted with thoughts of who got what part, and did I get any lines or am I just a chorus member?
But then the bell would ring and it was a mad dash down to the auditorium to see the list. My junior and senior year my last class was across the hall from the auditorium, and I could see Mr. Shoemaker taping the list to the doors, but it was too far away to read anything. Fortunately that last class was show choir and pretty much everyone in that class auditioned for the musical and Mrs. Bauer knew that once that list went up we were useless so she quit working for the day, but she didn't let us leave the classroom until the bell rang.
Then the bell rings and you make a beeline through the choir room doors across the hall to the list. Your heart is pounding and you have to decide, am I going to look at the leads first or the chorus first? You always hope you're name is on the leads list, but you don't want to be disappointed so you're tempted to scan the chorus first. But you can't do it. Like a magnet you're eyes are drawn to the list of everyone who got leads. My name was only on the leads list once, senior year, and it was amazing :) I'll never forget the shock. I had actually gotten a lead part! I always knew that I wasn't the best actor. Music was my forte, which is why I always did the musical and usually not any of the plays. So I never truly expected to get a lead part, no matter how badly I wanted one, because my acting wasn't near as good as my classmates.
But senior year was my year.
I was the villain, and a kangaroo, it doesn't get any better than that :)

And then you spend two months of evenings practicing, and practicing, and practicing! Sleep was lost, homework was put off, a social life (unless your friends were in the show) was not an option. It was hard work, it was frustrating, it was exhausting....it was a blast!

Seussical The Musical - A combination of Dr. Seuss's famous stories, and I was Sour Kangaroo (that's me in the middle with the apron and bow)

My bestie Bethany (a bird girl) and I posing the theme song "Oh the thinks you can think!"

You couldn't pay me to go back to high school. There was more drama backstage than there was in the actual production, but if I had to go back, it would be during musical season :)


Marching Band

Both my younger brother and sister have done marching band in high school and they both play the trumpet. This means that mom and dad and I are band groupies. It's true, I have a t-shirt that says so!

We go to the parades and exhibitions and competitions all over the state, and it's a lot of fun. A lot of the eastern schools (Omaha and Lincoln) get pretty flashy with their shows, and they're mini productions of their own. In other words, they have a lot of money and put more emphasis on the flash and sparkle than the quality of marching and music. But as dad says, "At least we're the biggest" :)

We sit through wind and rain and cold and sun all to support our band geeks :) What's great is the dads who are at the Saturday afternoon competitions with their wives and are watching the competition but listening to the Husker game through their headphones. There's always one, but usually there's more and you can always get a score update when you need one :)

The Holidays

And then of course there's Thanksgiving and Christmas. Thanksgiving usually consists of a trip down to my uncle's ranch in Kansas where the Troyer family gathers for lots and lots of food in the church basement and an evening hayrack ride and bonfire. And a real bonfire, not a pit fire. I may or may not be a bonfire snob. A bonfire is so big you have to stand ten feet away it's so hot, and you can't jump over it. That's a bonfire. Just saying...

And Christmas is decorating the tree, forcing the dog into a sweater and the annual CLCT (Christmas Lights Creeping Tour) around town :)

There's nothing like this time of year for bringing up memories of the distant, or not-so-distant past, filling you up with that warm fuzzy feeling like a sip of hot cider in front of the fireplace.
These are the days we will remember and I thank God that He has blessed me with these days to remember.

Of Butterflies and Anchors

Isn't it wonderful how God knows just what we need to hear when we need to hear it?

Like when you get in your car and turn on the radio and the perfect song is playing...

Or when a friend shares a Bible verse that just goes straight to your heart...

I am constantly in awe of how much my God loves and knows me. I shouldn't continue to be surprised, but I'm human, and I put my human boundaries on God, and then am surprised when He breaks through.

Last night He used a wonderful, Godly woman to speak to me, and through her, He spoke to me on so many levels!

Here are a couple of the things He said through her to encourage me:

1. I tell God the desires of my heart, like He doesn't already know. I tell him I desire to be married, when He's the one who gave me that desire in the first place! I don't need to clue God in to what's going on in my life and heart. He knows. So often we get it backwards and think that we're driving the car and inviting God along for the ride, when actually He's the one driving and picking us up along the way, wondering when we'll finally get a clue. I need to remember who's driving this vehicle! It's sure not me! She share Psalm 27:14 with me, "Wait for the Lord, be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!" Yes, He gave me these desires, and He will complete His work in me in His time. Until then, I need to take courage! Pretty sure this is going to become my theme verse!

2. There are generally two kinds of people: butterflies and anchors. The butterflies are the people who are seen more, flitting and flying here and there and everywhere, called from one place to the next. The anchors are more behind the scenes, the solid, ground force for the butterfly to come home to. Both types of people are made by God, lovely creations, and each is necessary to the other. I am an anchor, and I have a hard time accepting that. I talk myself in circles sometimes, thinking that since I love my home town and love my comfort zone, that I need to leave in order to grow. I tell myself that I need to spread my wings, leave the nest, make my own path in the world, and I can only do that by leaving home, and that it's necessary. And while yes it's good to grow and stretch and put yourself out of your comfort zone at times, God has blessed me, and made it clear that my place is right where I am right now. He blessed me with a job, and with a love of my town and desire to help it grow. It's not wrong for me to want to stay here. God can grow me just as much here and He can and did in Spain. There are plenty of ways to get out of my comfort zone in my own community, and God can do amazing things right here in this place. It's okay that I'm an anchor, that I like stability and roots. If we were all butterflies there would be no roots, no home.If we were all anchors there would be no new discoveries or adventures. The one needs the other, and the world needs both.

So it's kind of a random mish-mash of thoughts and ponderings tonight, but it's where my heart is, and I wanted to share. God works in mysterious ways, and in not so mysterious ways too. He used a friend to speak His truth to me.
I saw God tonight.

Balance

So it's been a while....

My apologies :)

Things have been crazy the past couple of weeks!

Well maybe not crazy, but definitely busy!

I'm home from Spain, have been for a little over a month. I started my new job and am on week four.

I'm trying to salvage what little social life I have left since a lot of my friends moved while I was gone this summer. I'm trying to stay involved in church while also finding new ways to get involved and continue to grow in my faith.

It's a balancing act, trying to fit all of these different aspects of my life together like a puzzle. It's a puzzle that everyone is always trying to put together, no matter what stage of life you're in, what age you are, whether you're single or married or an empty-nester.

The problem is, as always, we try to apply the principles of our everyday life to God and our relationship with Him. We try to squeeze him in the puzzle in between the workout piece and the go to school or work piece. It looks different for everyone, but it's all the same. We're trying to balance God in our lives with everything, making sure we devote equal time and energy to all aspects of our lives. That is so wrong!

God is not human, He is not bound by our human limitations or rules.

We cannot, nor should we try to, balance our time with God with everything else in our life.

How dare we short God on the time we devote to Him? After the life He breathed into us, after the grace and mercy He has lavished on us, after the ways He has blessed us, we still just try to "fit Him in."

It kills me that my walk can look like this. I'm supposed to have a relationship with my Heavenly Father, and just like any earthly relationship, it's going to require effort, work and commitment. If it means waking up fifteen minutes earlier in the morning to spend more time in prayer, or to dig deeper into His word, or if it means stepping out of my comfort zone and going out on a limb, stretching myself in ways I didn't think were possible, whatever it means, I need to make that effort.

God deserves at least that much from me.

He deserves to be my one and only, my true devotion, the object of my affections and desires, the one I long to see. How dare I try to squeeze Him in along with my workout and nap?

God is not about balance. He's about all or nothing, giving all of myself, dying completely to myself and my earthly desires.

I want God to be my one and only.

Sights of the Sea

The ocean...

The sea...

Large lakes....

Take your pick, I love them all! I love Nebraska, I love the campos de maiz (fields of corn, which is all the Spaniards think that Nebraska is), I love the wide open spaces....

...but...

I do regret that we are so incredibly landlocked.

I love the ocean, it is my absolute, all-time favorite thing.

For me, there is no greater visual of God's power on earth than the ocean. It is uncontrollable, unstoppable, unpredictable, unknowable, vast and powerful.

I could sit on the beach and watch the waves for days on end, with a little sea shell searching mixed in to shake things up :)

So while the Mediterranean Sea is not technically an ocean, it is definitely still a large body of water with waves and shells and I was determined to see it!

So we set up camp...

It was soooo cold!

We made two trips to the sea and it is a wonderful place.

Were the beaches the most beautiful I've ever seen? No.

Was it crowded beyond belief? Yes.

Was there the occasional topless woman and/or man in a speedo? Yes.

But it was beautiful :)

Take advantage

I got to watch the sunrise the other morning from my front porch.

It suddenly hit me that I'm leaving this place in a week and I need to take advantage of every opportunity that I can, even if that means waking up a little early to watch the sunrise over the mountains...

It was a great way to start the day and remind myself how blessed I am to be here

Just keep swimming...

It is hot in Spain.

I think we've been averaging somewhere around mid to high nineties, but we definitely break over 100 probably once a week.

Some days, it's just so hot, all you can do is go to the pool (after finishing all your chores of course) :)

Anna and her sunscreen...she's just cautious :)

The adorable little huts/umbrellas we sit under...

Kim with her book

Anna was the first to venture down the slide :)

Getting ready...

And there she goes!

She went a second time, and her face just cracks me up! :)

Me and my "parasol" which was actually an umbrella from a shade stand but it had blown into the pool, so before putting it back, I figured I might as well get a good picture out of it :)

But then it was my turn to go down the slide....

...Up the stairs I go!

I'm still not sure how I feel about this...I don't like my head underwater...

...but here I go!

I think we end up at the pool almost every day.

What can I say?

Life in Spain is tough. Real tough :)

An introvert's guide to living with extroverts

Well we’ve reached the half way mark. Four weeks in Spain have gone, four have yet to come, bringing new surprises and adventures with them. What’s been the hardest part you ask? Surely it’s the time difference, or the diet consisting of all things fried, or cleaning bathrooms everyday, or the fact that you don’t eat supper until 10 o’clock each night. While those things have definitely been challenges, the hardest part of this whole experience for me has been the people.

Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am an introvert. I don’t talk much, I don’t insert myself into situations or conversations. I am a wall flower, and I love it. Give me a book and I can go a day or two with no human contact at all.

Living at camp, I get no such luxury. I live in a little tin roof, double-wide cottage with two other girls, both of whom are extroverts. Now please don’t mistake me, I love these girls. I have not laughed so hard and as frequently as I have in my four weeks here. But we wake up together in the morning, we eat breakfast together, we go to work together, we work together all day, we eat our meals together, we got to the pool together, we go home together at night, and we go to sleep together.

We are always together!

That doesn’t work so well for me. I need my alone time. I need it. You can tell if you’re an introvert based on a simple test. Do people energize you, or do people drain you? If you get energized from being around people, you’re an extrovert. If being around people too long drains you, you’re an introvert.

People drain me. I can’t constantly be around people, I just can’t. I get tense, snippy, impatient, tired. In short I become a Mr. Grumpy Gills. That’s no fun for me or the people around me. I don’t wish that on anyone. So I’ve had to work extra hard to get my alone time.

Often I can’t ever actually get away from people entirely. When there’s a camp, there are campers everywhere. They’re mini-golfing, or swimming, or sitting on the patio, or playing games in the courtyard, or hiking or walking around or sitting in the amphitheater. There is no where I can go to just be completely away from people. So I use books and music as my escape. If you give me a book, I can pretty much tune out what’s going on around me, even more so if I’ve got my ipod in too.

Unfortunately I grossly underestimated the number of books to bring with me. I brought two fiction books I hadn’t read yet, and a fiction and non-fiction that I had read. So 4 books total. For 2 months….bad plan Kaylee.

I’ve read through them all, and two of the fiction books twice. Sue (one of the camp directors) gave us a stack of books that she didn’t want anymore. They are Christian romance. Urg. I can’t stand Christian romance. Why are they always about Quakers or pioneers? But don’t let me get on that soapbox. Anyway, I am desperate enough, I might actually start reading these books. That’s how bad it is. That’s how much I need to get my alone time. I haven’t caved in yet, but I’m close.

I also have to go on walks. I just have to get out of the house sometimes and get into the open. Although, being in a mountain valley is not as open as I’m used to at home with the flat plains. But it’s still out of the house, and it’s beautiful here. I suppose I can suffer through another month of a mountain on my doorstep J

In addition to reading and walking I keep a journal. Two journals actually. One is kept for events, if we went sight-seeing one day or just daily happenings. The other is for my thoughts and meditations and prayers. It really helps me organize all the thoughts spinning around in my head. I have all these thoughts and feelings and I need an outlet for them, and journaling helps me do that. When I can’t necessarily say how I’m feeling out loud, I’m able to say it in my journal and get that release.

It has definitely been a growing experience, this month in Spain, and it’s been in ways I wasn’t expecting. God is pretty cool that way, showing us ways He wants us to grow that we didn’t even think or know about. I know I’ve definitely grown in my month here and I’m sure it will continue in the month coming.

Curve Ball

I had several other posts I was working on, but this one takes precedence. :)

As stated in previous posts, I am a planner. I love plans, I love filling out my planner, I love lists, I love things neat and ordered and color coordinated!

But in the couple of months before coming to Spain there was no plan. I was graduating from college and had no job prospects. I had a general idea of what I wanted, but wasn't finding it, at least not at home where I wanted to be. I really did not like the idea of going to Spain and coming back to no job.

But then, an opportunity for a job arose. It seemed too good to be true because it met all my criteria!

1. It was a small organization, I really wanted something personal

2. It was in my field of study

3. It was people/community-orientated

4. It was in my home town

Other bonuses were I knew the girl who at the time held the position, and I also was doing my internship under a man who works closely with this organization and could vouch for my skills and abilities.

So I applied.

I got an interview.

During the interview I asked the woman when they were hoping to fill the position since I would be leaving for Spain in a couple of weeks and would be gone all summer. She told me that she wanted to fill the position right away. Shoot.

I thought the interview went very well, but I assumed that because they wanted to fill the position right away I didn't stand a chance of getting it. Well then the afternoon after my interview I got an email from the woman who had interviewed me. She said she wanted to know more about my design skills and had attached a brochure they had used a few years ago. She wanted me to redesign it and send it to her by the end of the week. She also said that she was having me and two other people do this and it would determine who would get the position. I was surprised that I was actually being considered still! So I redesigned the brochure and sent it off to her.

And then I waited...

...and I waited...

...and waited....

Finally! An email!

Unfortunately, she said, you were top candidate but we really want to fill the position right away and with your summer plans it just won't work. She said to let her know if my plans changed for the summer, but otherwise she was going to keep looking.

Well I was going to Spain, there was no changing that.

At first I was upset.

Why did I get dragged through that whole process if they knew the whole time that they wanted to fill the position right away?

But after that passed, I was finally resigned to the fact that there was no plan. There was no job.

So I was determined to go to Spain and not worry about it. I was going to BE in Spain and deal with the job when I got home.

After a month in Spain I was doing quite well! There was always the little nagging thought at the back of my mind, taunting me, "Kaaaayleeeee.....what's the plaaaan? Oh wait, there isn't one!"

But over all I was doing really well at being in Spain and not worrying about the future.

And then I got an email.

It was from the lady who I interviewed with before coming to Spain.

She said that she had been searching but had not found anyone comparable to me to fill the position. She asked if I would still be interested in the job.

I had to reread the email once or twice. I was blown away! How is this happening? This can't be real? But I didn't want to get my hopes up, I didn't want to assume that she was offering me the job, so I replied and told her that yes I would still be interested in the position. She replied back and said she would be pleased to offer me the position I had interviewed for!

WHAT?

What just happened? I didn't even know how to react! It completely threw me for a loop! Here I was, minding my own business in Spain, determined not to worry about my lack of job until I got home, and suddenly, out of the blue, I'm offered a job that meets all my requirements, not to mention that it's actually a job in my field!!!!!

This doesn't happen! I'm a college graduate! I'm not supposed to get a job in my field two months after I graduate!

God, you've blown my mind. You threw me this curve ball from left field and man oh man you've completely caught me off guard!

I am just filled with this feeling of complete and utter gratefulness. I can't even express it, I just feel like I'm over flowing and my heart is going to burst!

How great is our God!!!!

I want to climb one of the mountains in my backyard and shout/sing at the top of my lungs!!!!

I can't believe how my God has blessed me. And I couldn't wait to share with everyone.

There's been a plan this whole time! I was definitely supposed to come to Spain. And I am definitely supposed to have this job.

How great is our God!

Testimonios

We spent the day with Beate on Thursday.

Her husband, Jose, works at Camp and she is German but she's been here for around 14 years, and she and Jose have been married for about 5 years. She wanted to spend the day with us, show us around and put us to work :)

Bea manages the radio station in her town, and it's not a specific Christian station but she can play whatever she wants and so she's able to play a lot of Christian stuff.

Missionaries listen to this station, and so do people who are trying to learn English and so she has one hour of her program in all English every day. She wanted us three girls to come on her show and give our testimonies, and then talk about things that have helped us grow in our faith and relationship with Christ.

So she picked us up that morning and took us to Riogordo, her town, and to her radio station. She plopped us down and each of us gave our testimonies! It was really cool! And after we gave our testimony in English she translated it into Spanish for people listening who couldn't catch all of it, since they're still learning English.

Anna getting ready to go, and Bea selecting the next song :)

After we did our testimonies, Bea put us to work cleaning out the station! And oh man was it dirty! I had thought, okay we'll vacuum, dust, reorganize a bit, nothing too involved. Nope. We hard core cleaned, taking everything out of the room, cleaning, and then putting everything back in! Anna got to vacuum the rug....doesn't she look thrilled? :)

Yeah I got the super fun job of dusting out all of these egg cartons that serve as sound proofing in the room, and the dust was sticking to them, and the only way we could get it out was to brush them out with a broom. the dust was flying!

We quickly realized that vacuuming the rug was not going to get it clean, so Anna and Kim got to go outside and beat the rug. Look at that dust fly!

It was just a really cool day, getting to minister in so many ways! I felt so blessed that we were able to share our testimonies on the radio! Who knows how they're going to affect the people who heard them, but what a blessing to be able to share! And then to be able to share with people ways that we have grown in our faith and relationship with Christ. It was a great opportunity to challenge the people listening to get in their Bibles more, get involved in their church, become a mentor, all that stuff! Who knows what will come of it, but even if we just planted some seeds, what an amazing opportunity!

And then to be able to help Bea by cleaning out her office. What another great way to minister! She was so grateful for our help and it hadn't been cleaned in soooo long! If she would have done it by herself it would have taken her all day, but we were able to knock it off in a few hours between the four of us. It was an amazing day of ministering!