Dear Lisa

I have already posted a post on Instagram and Facebook and yet for some reason I feel like the words I typed out are not enough. So here I am typing out a blog post.

You had a light about you. You were loving, kind, and you poured yourself into others. I know you never knew how much you meant to people, and I know that you had no clue of the impact you had on others. You loved Jesus, your family, your church…and while I don’t blame you and I am not mad that God took you too soon, because I know that His plans are not mine. Even as I try to wrap my mind around it all, I keep hearing you telling me to be kind to myself. I know it will hurt for a bit, but goodness the things that you have taught me! I don’t know if I can begin to count or recount all of those things. You seemed to see the “Me” that God intended me to be when I couldn’t see it. The cards, the texts, the hugs….there is just so many things over the few years I have had the joy of calling you friend on earth. To be honest if I can put one word to the feeling I have in this moment it’s lonely. Walking into Church today was one of the hardest things I have done in my life, I stared at the missions office hoping that if it truely were a bad dream you’d walk through. I could barely get through the hymns this morning because all I could picture is you singing the same songs in eternity in the presence of our Savior. 

You poured so much into; not just myself, but to so many people. I promise to try to be brave. I hope you’ll understand that I simply don’t feel so brave right now. I will try to be the Pastor’s wife you saw me as.  

Today when I got home, I got into my comfy clothes and I grabbed the coloring book you gave me simply because you saw it and it made you think of me. I colored for a bit and thought of all the good times. I smiled because sending cards or seeing something like a coloring book for someone was something you did. You were a giving person, you never asked for anything in return. 

I thought of how on Friday night, I was putting on the dramatics with the storm and the electricity out. I was home alone and had brought out an extra oil lamp and when I ran out of fire wood, I went out in the whirling wind to bring some in and then felt the need to have coffee. So of course I found a way to make coffee and I laughed to myself because I felt like I was in Little House On The Prairie. I couldn’t wait to tell you because I knew you’d laugh and find it funny. 

No matter how many tears are shed or how much I wish you were here for longer, you are home now. How can I possibly wish you back after all the beauty you are seeing. You are in such a better place and in time I will start to understand that. 

I love you my friend, you have left footprints on my heart and for that I will be forever thankful. See you soon!

My Kindred Person

  
I started my first blog when I was 16. I always kept a diary of sorts and I wanted to blog my life and even vent my teenage frustration. I remember a post I made where I talked about how frustrated I was that I felt I didn’t really have any friends.

You see, at the time, I felt as though I didn’t really fit in anywhere. My friends were librarians as I spent a lot of time at my local library. 

I don’t normally make a post like this, but I firmly believe it is important to have someone who is your kindred person. Someone who you can laugh with and even cry with. Friendship is a God given gift. 

I am very thankful that I have my friend Jen. Though we have an ocean that separates us, she is one of my closest friends. She has such a heart of gold. We both love books and we both blog. Her blog  A Raw Heart is just a piece of her heart that she shows to the world. Her writing is absolutely beautiful. 

It’s nice to have someone in my life who is a bookworm, a writer, loves music; is a fellow Anne-girl and loves Bones. 

I am so thankful that she is my friend. 

Go check out her blog! You will love her! 

~Brandy

Forever Friends

If you follow me on Instagram you probably saw my post on saying good byes. I tend to prefer “See you later” because One day, Lord willing; sooner rather then later, we will see each other again. 

On the way to Dulles to drop Dan and Jen off, I couldn’t believe two weeks flew by as quickly as it did. It was too soon. 

Their last night ,we did a bonfire. Seemed fitting to have s’mores and music before they went home.

   
 
I sat the the back of the van thinking of how fast it all went. How I was going to say good-bye. Then I realized that this good bye was only for a little while. 

  
It didn’t help that it rained a little bit. Adding to what I already felt.

  
I was looking out the window at Dulles and had this thought:

I like to think of the heart as a house. There are people who come and go. Then you have people who stay and make themselves at home. These special people are forever friends. The kind that sit on your sofa, kick off their shoes and stay awhile. Those are forever friends. Those are the friendships were the memories keep you warm until you see each other again and make new memories to go with the last.

With that kind of friendship, England is only a heartbeat away.

~Brandy

Williamsburg Part 2 |Jamestown|

In the past few months have I really gotten to find a connection to Jamestown. Through studying my family and finding some of my relatives who had lived in Jamestown before settling in different parts of Virginia and Maryland. 

•Indian Village•   
    
    
   
The first part we walked through the Powhatan Indian Village. 

•The Dock•

   
    
   
These were the replica ships.

•The Fort•

   
    
    
    
    
 
The Fort that the English built and settled.

  After we did all of the outdoor museum, we went inside to go through the museum inside. 

To be continued….

~Brandy

Williamsburg Part 1 |Colonial Park • Busch Gardens|

  
Our vacation crew this year was Colin and I with Dan and Jen, and Colin’s sisters Maddy and Chloe. 

We were there for 6 days and while there were some hot days, we loved being down there. 

   
    
    
    
 
We also went to Busch Gardens. 

   
   
I also snapped a few shots from our last walk through the Colonial Park.

   
    
   
I love pink clouds! Don’t be surprised to see some of those cloud pictures in another post! 

To be continued…..

~Brandy 

Vacation with Friends

•To prevent a novel coming out of one post, I will be posting a couple more blog posts!• 

  
All stories have a beginning. The part where you sit in a comfy chair with a cup of tea or coffee. Some of you may rather have a glass of wine. You sit down and open up the book. The weight of the story meant to be read in your hands. 

This story begins at Dulles airport. Colin’s best friend and his wife were coming in from England. I had met both of them over Skype and was excited to see them in person. After the hugs we headed home to begin a two week adventure. 

The last two weeks have been Colin and Brandy. Dan and Jen. Or more actually Colin and Dan. Brandy and Jen. 

Between swimming at Jerusalem Mill, sitting on the Pier at Mariner and many Bon fires. It has been wonderful getting to know both of them.

The house was filled with music and laughter. Now as I sit here and type they are home and it can’t be helped that I miss them. 

Years ago, I wrote about asking God for a best friend. You know; the Anne and Diana-Kindred spirit kind. I can honestly say that I finally found my kindred spirit. Jen and I got to be really close. Now she is one of my best friends. 

Jen is also a blogger. She blogs at  A Splash of Yellow  go check her out! 

We also spent a week in Williamsburg. ( Those pictures will be in a separate posts). Here are few pictures from the first week!

  
   
    
 
To be continued……..

~Brandy

Once a Saint, Always a Saint

      I remember when I first joined the Maryland Christian Saints Cheerleading Squad like it was yesterday. My first year with the squad is burned in my memory. The hot June days preparing for the regular season, the practices, the games. The rustling of red and black poms and the evening games. It gave a homeschooler an essence of a high school life. I remember the girls, I had the joy to get to know. The glitter, the stunts, yelling for touch downs. The practices were fun, exhausting at times. What I remember most is that these girls were also sisters. Some of us are married, engaged, graduating college, building careers. Yet every time I look back at those days, I would go back and relive them. One of those sisters have went to be with our Savior. The first thing I noticed about Chelsie Morris, was her smile. She had a smile that could light up a room. She was friendly, and she made me feel welcomed on the squad. I remember stunting with her, and cheering along side her. Her teaching me some cheers. It’s hard to believe that she is gone. Once you leave the team, you are told ” Once a saint, always a Saint.” That is true. no matter if my uniform is snug now, or whether you talk to each other often. Once we come together on that field on Homecoming, you can’t help but feel like that high school cheerleader again. The girls that you cheered with will always in my heart be my fellow cheerleaders.

This picture is one of my favorites. It reminds me of days that our concern was doing school and making it to cheer practice on time. Even though we have all went in our separate directions, her passing brings an ache to go back to those days. Cancer sucks. But it has not won. My prayers go to her family, and those close to her. Rest In Peace Chelsie, till we meet again.
Once a Saint, Always a Saint.