ASP – 2015 Begins

Good intentions of writing more often have fallen short as life tends to take precedence. I think often of posts and memories I want to preserve via this blog but never make it to the actual “post page”…sometimes because I can’t remember the password. Oh well…

It’s ASP time again and this trip stirs my heart and soul every year. We will load up this morning and head to Newport, Tennessee. I’ve not been to an ASP center in TN, only KY, not that where we are would matter once we get there. We’re excited and have been praying for our future families for the week and this ASP team. Last year, I wrote a post about how much could change by this year, and it has. Graduations, jobs, and family will change the face of our Alexander City ASP team but our hearts go with the same intention – to touch lives and show someone the love of Christ.

Time to pack last minute items and figure out how to get this extra coffee pot on a van without too much grief from Jimmy or Chad. 😉

It’s a Good Day!

It’s Sunday…SUNDAY! This day is revered all over the world by Christians as a time to come together collectively, in their churches and in their hearts, to worship and praise our precious Lord. Today, we re-center our thoughts on what it means to be a child of God. As much as we try, the week is full of worldly distractions and we fall short daily of our best intentions to draw closer to Him. Isn’t it exciting to think that we, as one body, will be together today all over the world in Worship?! TODAY we see how it should be EVERYDAY! Think! Think about the warm and loving peace that comes over us as we take the time to come, bearing all, in worship. Oh if only we could achieve that daily!

Dear God, help each one of your children to draw closer to you every day. Continue to nudge us, remind us, that it’s only our time with you that matters. The distractions will fall away and in the end, it’s you we seek.

It’s a good day!

Baby “C” turns ONE!



In 365 days, you have changed our world, our hearts, our lives. In only 1 year, we cannot imagine a day that you weren’t here. Your constant smile, precious and infectious laughter, and plentiful kisses consume all of us. We are so thankful for you.

Since August, 2013 (365 days ago), you have mastered eating, crying, sleeping, smiling, laughing, rolling over, sitting, screeching, talking yourself to sleep, crawling, walking, dancing, running, and now talking! You’ve been loved by your family, Miss Clara, Miss Marie, as well as lots and lots of other people. You’ve traveled to church, Gatlinburg, Birmingham, Fairhope, on Lake Martin, Destin, Gulf Shores, and Orange Beach. YOU HAVE GAINED ABOUT 16 POUNDS AND GROWN ABOUT 6 INCHES!

When I look back over the past year and the thousands of pictures we’ve taken, it’s hard to comprehend how much you’ve changed. In only a year, you’ve gone from depending on those around you for everything to already insisting on doing things for yourself.

Coleson Adam Wendling, you are an angel on earth and have filled our family with excitement and another level of love we could not have dreamed possible. As much as we would love for you to stay little forever, we’re excited to walk & run every step along side you in the years to come. Praying for God’s many blessings for every breath you take.

Love you so much!


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Exactly as I feared

Is it the mattress? Am I just getting old? Maybe I need to exercise more – ahem…maybe I should exercise period? MY BACK HURTS EVERY MORNING!! Even after purchasing a new mattress, which now I wonder if we even needed, my entire back aches every morning. I was so very excited after finally making a decision to buy the ridiculously expensive mattress. (It took me a year or longer to decide.) After the purchase, I “dreamed” of climbing in to bed and floating on dreamy clouds all night. So now what? Should I have gone with a softer mattress, a different pillow top, firmer?

How is it that anyone knows what mattress will be the best, I mean, you can’t spend the night in the mattress store, right? The 2 minutes I stretched out in the store was awkward enough. Maybe I should have asked to be left alone for awhile and taken a nap.

What am I supposed to do with this bad purchase NOW?!!

The Days Come and Go

Early morning sounds (really early morning…) are bringing the house alive. Once again, we find ourselves at the beginning of another school year. Once again, my three girlies will soon head out of the door. Once again, the day has come to begin yet another chapter.
Thirteen school starts ago, my AM was still sleeping, not quite as ready to begin her adventure in to Kindergarten as she is her senior year. Her little backpack was packed, and that hasn’t changed. Her lunch and snack sat on the counter, that hasn’t changed. Her clothes for the first day of school have been picked out…that hasn’t changed. Many days have passed all too quickly, and she most definitely has changed. The big hair bow is gone and the smocked dresses are hanging in the closet. The tears and leach-like creature that wrapped herself around my legs will confidently walk out of the house this morning for her last first day of school. Yes, the days continue to come and go. The anticipation of starting her senior year is here. This is the day that seemed too far away to think about, too far away to get emotional and yet, here we are. All of the days that have come before us brought us front and center to this day. Lord, please cover this child in your love. Let her share Your love with others throughout today and the rest of her life. I pray she has an amazing last first day of school.

As it happens around here with four kiddos, one pivotal year rarely stands alone. Our SB has an adventure of her own beginning today. We all can remember the first day of high school as one of the more nervous and exciting days in all of our school career. From elementary school we all look at the “big high school” kids with wide-eyed amazement. Today, our little SB, will step on to a new campus thrilled to finally have arrived. This morning, she will bounce down the stairs like always but today…the bouncing blonde curls will have been replaced with straight, big girl hair. As much as some things change, SB’s love for learning has been with her from the beginning. The “thinker” in our family will have a mind full of questions and thoughts as she prepares for her day. Her young mind will be on overload today as she tries to find her way. Poetic and ironic at the same time, this is another practice day for the rest of her life. Find your way my sweet girl with the Lord walking with you every step of the way. He will never leave your side.

And then there’s Kee…left alone to finish up at the middle school. Little Kee will hop out of the car on her own this morning to take on a school year without a big sister close by. Sad? Not a chance! This is her time to shine. Much like the rest of her life, this joy filled child will take on this day with excitement and thankfulness. Her backpack has been packed and zipped for at least three days and her first WEEK of clothing have been picked out for even longer. Being the baby of four, Kee sees life a little differently than the others. She doesn’t mind being away from me for she’s seen that she can always come home. There’s no need to overthink anything…life is good and everything will work out. She revels in the joy of each day and lives life to the very fullest, challenging each of us to do the same. Our Lord knew exactly what we needed in this happy spirit. Please protect that spirit Lord and continue to grant her a contagious happiness.

So, the days do come and go all too quickly. We’re thankful for each minute we all have together but as it goes, I think we take many for granted. Sitting here this morning listening to the beginnings of another adventurous school year, let it be Lord that we realize and give thanks for each other and for each minute.

Happy Birthday, Bud!

There are certain birthday years that are notable and worthy of mention. When children turn one, five, ten, sixteen, eighteen, twenty-one, and twenty-five it’s a big deal. Not that all of the years in between are not but somehow these years seem extra special.
Our oldest turns twenty-five today and honestly, it’s hard to believe. Twenty-five years plus one day ago, we enjoyed a festive and very pregnant 4th of July. I honestly can’t remember if we went to watch fireworks but something certainly stirred up Adam to come early. About 11pm on the fourth of July in 1989, our world changed forever. We had no idea the impact and joy he would bring to us. We couldn’t possibly imagine how loving he would be to his future sisters. Even further from any inkling in our minds was the understanding of the amazing father and husband he would be some twenty-two years in the future.
On Adam’s first birthday, I wrote,

Dear Adam,
You are now a year old. We had your first birthday party today. It’s hard to believe that one year ago today you were born. It is unbelievable how fast this year has gone. You have learned so very much and so have we. You’ve gone from being very dependent on us for everything to knowing and doing so much for yourself.
Just think, a year ago you found comfort in our arms and always snuggled up to sleep. You exchanged that for energy so much energy that being still just isn’t possible. You’ve gone from being totally immobile to crawling and now walking and running. You would’ve skipped crawling and gone straight to walking if we had let you. The doctors told us that you needed to do both so we put up the walker and put you down on your hands and knees.
Adam, your growth and development physically and mentally have been phenomenal – no doubt. When I look past that, I see so much more. You have brightened our lives like nothing we could ever explain. A simple smile or laugh or maybe a cry or sniffle is so special. Daddy and I smile inside and out when you are happy and cry when you aren’t. Today we celebrated the most important day in your life. No other will be as much of a milestone as this has been. You have been with us a year and it’s the “best” year of our lives. I love you sweet pea with all of my heart and soul. God bless you and look after you always.

Coming Down the Mountain


We’ve come home from our mountaintop in Kentucky. Life was waiting for us right where we left it. Along with hot showers, comfy beds, and good food, we’re also back in the throngs of our schedules, phones ringing, early morning alarms, bills to pay, laundry to do, and the big world problems. Interestingly, none of “that” has changed. Maybe we have?

Coming home from a weeklong mission trip where our focus shifts from ourselves to someone else has the potential to be a depressing time. It’s like the week after Christmas or vacation where we can feel lost and out of sorts. The build-up prior to our ASP week begins about ten months before we go. Anticipation grows with each meeting until finally we’re on the way. We spend a week sleeping within inches of each other, eating two meals a day together, sharing heart wrenching/warming stories of our workday, lamenting and enduring the shower torture. We focus each day on “God Moments” and share each night circled in prayer and song…and then we come home.

 As I sat at a traffic light this afternoon after running errand after errand, I realized a couple of things. First, I miss my FUMC – ASP family today. Last Monday night at this time, we had all experienced our first day. We had much to share, warm-fuzzies to write, and silly, silly things to laugh about. It was a melancholy moment to think it would be a year before we would get close to that feeling again – if ever. In an effort to understand how and why God uses these experiences like our week in Kentucky, the second realization dawned on me.

God allows us time on the mountaintop to be close to Him, to feel all that it is to be with Him, in Him. What and how we use this experience when we leave is the question. Each of us experienced something special that filled our hearts and souls. He has graciously given us these experiences so that we are able to navigate the many valleys in our lives, not so we can stay on the mountain. We must cherish these beautiful experiences, and draw from them in the valleys. As we go forth to share with others, isn’t it comforting to know, as Christians, there are mountains out there for us to rejuvenate our souls so we can spread the beautiful love of God.

Backdoor Blessings

Never give up. I know that and yet I almost had. God’s timing is not our own and His touch comes at just the right time. We all come on this mission trip with the hopes of making a difference and like it or not, we want to know that we did.  Yeah, yeah, I know we’re touching lives and we’ll never truly know how or to what degree. It’s bonus to actually be able to put your finger on “why am I here – why was I sent”.  I began our final day with the heart-warming “overall good” that we had done for our homeowner and didn’t expect anything more.

 I rarely feel worthy enough to claim I know that God is specifically using me for a purpose but our last morning began on site by meeting a new family member, the grandson. We learned more about mining operations and the economics of the area. The grandson had come to help his grandfather with tasks around the house. All was going well and I had the warm feeling that our homeowner had a loving family member there and was not totally alone in this world. Not too long after we arrived, the yelling, cussing, and berating began. Growing up in a volatile family, it’s impossible for me to watch it or even be around it now. Generally, I remove myself from the situation, as I’m terribly uncomfortable but not this day. As the grandson listened to unwarranted and irrational attacks from his grandfather, a peace settled in my heart. Was it the Holy Spirit? I think so although I’m hesitant to claim such. I know that it was not by my strength alone that I was able to stay put and talk to the grandson. This young fella of “38 year” was hurting, confused, and quite frankly, ready to walk away from his grandfather forever. Not having lived a perfect life, he comes to try to do the right thing for a man unable to do for himself but how much is too much. I don’t remember all we talked about but I do know that it wasn’t me doing the talking. As much as I’m glad to have been used in some way this week, I’m so thankful that we have a Lord that fills our hearts and souls with the Holy Spirit so we are able to share with others just at the right time.

 All week I waited and looked for my purpose in the obvious places, the front door. This year, my blessing was waiting at the backdoor on the very last day.

The Difference a Year “COULD” Make

We come to the end of yet another great experience in Kentucky. Our final workday is finished. Our teams have been scattered all over this county working, making new friends, leaping out of comfort zones, and seeking to serve someone other than ourselves. Good-byes are never easy on the last day. There are few times in our lives when you are fairly certain, you won’t meet up with these people again. We leave praying we’ve done God’s work and hope they will remember us.

As we circled up last night and I looked around at all of the individuals making up our team, it occurred to me that a whole “lotta” life is going to happen for each of us before next year. Every year, our group is special and God-sent. Every year, it’s different. I wonder who will return and who will not. We have college kids, newly graduated children and many beginning their senior year in high school. Their lives are entering a new and exciting time where spending a week on ASP may or may not be possible. Before now, these kids have been absolutely certain they’d be coming.  Adults? Who will be back? Will our jobs and families stay healthy enough to allow us to come? What I am certain is that the Lord is going to lead us and lead new youth to join us and the teams will be fantastic as always. Circling up tonight, I want to appreciate every last moment with our team from Letcher County, 2014. 

Lost – Who Cares?

Round and round we go…looking for Walmart. Only in Kentucky with this crazy group of people does it matter NOT that we’ve gone about 45 minutes in the wrong direction looking for Walmart. Back home, who has the time to be lost? It’s no fun to be lost when life is banging on the door. In Kentucky, we enjoy the leisure of being lost as this gives us time to see the beautiful sunset over the mountain, mining operations of huge coal beds, and of course lots of laughter, music and car dancing with our teams.

Tomorrow is our last work day and all we can think about is spending time with our families before we have to say good bye. Every year we hear the young people with us making plans to see our new found friends again, to keep in touch. Us old folks know that the likelihood is slim. We live a world away and most of our friends here aren’t on social media and aren’t much on handwritten notes. Yes, it will be goodbye to another set of families that will forever leave a mark on our lives and on our hearts. We will pray for them and remember them forever. Our ASP staff will always be associated with our experiences here and of course, the center accommodations will be the source of many years of laughter and memories.