One Month…But Whose Counting?!?!

Wowwwww!!! One month! It’s super duper crazy awesome, yet so…weird still in ways. Like weird in a good way. It all comes down to the fact that Devin and I have never, in the two years we’ve known each other, spent such a extended time together in person. The longest we’ve ever spent was nearly two and a half weeks when we first started dating.
Living in Florida is so different from anywhere else. It is near impossible for me to try and compare it to living in New York (for obvious, snow white reasons) but not only that, it’s just very different. I can’t try and compare this transition to the time I went to Belize because they are so different. I’ve never been in this new situation before and trying to express how it effects me is hard.
But one thing that has not changed (much) is Devin! Through this past month, I found that it’s a whole lot easier to communicate when I can see his expressions when he’s talking or silent. Talking about life issues face to face is a huge blessing. I don’t feel like I have to click the end button on my phone, throw it half way across the room and stomp away with a childlike pout. (Though I was tempted on multiple times to do so when we would talk on the phone and I would get frustrated) It’s been easier (most of the time) to tell Devin how I’m feeling in that moment (though I’m

Flowers he got me!

learning I still need to speak up a little more) But through it, Devin has been so, so, so, so, patient with me! He’s never given up on trying to get me to share what’s roaming my head. As much as I don’t like to admit it, he’s pretty good at calming me down

Natural Springs we went to swim at

when I’m stressing out, crying, tired or having a bad day. He great at reminding me of who is in control of the situation and encourages me to give that control to our Lord and Savior.
My first month here has been hard. There has been a lot, like a LOT that I haven’t written about because it’s been very personal, hard and the struggles of life overwhelm me often. I was talking to my mom awhile back (I don’t remember when) but I was telling her about some of my struggles of the transition and frustration I was going through and she told me to be content in where I’m at. And that’s where I’ve been meeting God at, thanking him for the place


where I am and how he has blessed me in the here and now. And there’s been a bit of a perspective change through that (which I needed) I can either roll over, face the wall and cry because I have nothing to do with my life, or I can get up, enjoy the sunshine by walking or riding my bike. Or I can read, listen to music or sew. And over the past couple weeks I’ve found that getting up in the morning, excited for the blessings that I have now and thankful for all that I can accomplish has helped me look at the future with a brighter smile.
(PRAYER REQUEST) While I hope to write more about it, I would like to add that I’ve been praying, interviewing, calling people and really hoping that I can get a job soon. But through this time of lack of a income, through the struggle of not having a job related to children who I can spend all hours of the day with,  and having so much extra

A mama horse and her foal. I found them while I was going on a walk. I would have gotten closer, but she snorted at me as I passed so I decided to stay back.

time on my hands, I’ve found a peace through all of it. God has been working on me in his mysterious ways the past few weeks, answering prayers I didn’t realize I had, showing me his hand through my struggle and really giving me this peace that I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m not saying it’s easy to just up and trust that I’ll be able to make bills and payments another few months. But waking up one day a time, being content and putting my trust in Christ is what makes me make it through another day. And having Devin to help me is it’s own special blessing.
So all in all, Florida is beautiful in it’s own way, not comparable to New York or anywhere else. It’s lovely living here, I have an awesome family I’m staying with and boyfriend who has helped me in more ways then I think he realizes or knows. Through all our time together, I never thought that living so close to him would happen. But in all our time apart living 800+ miles apart, it’s shown us that every minute we get to spend together is precious and special and shouldn’t be taken for granted. I’m thankful to be down here, learning life in new, fun ways and having a adventure that I hope never to forget!



This idea of rebelling honestly started while I was riding my bike. Every single person I’ve seen down here, who are riding a bike, has no helmet. So I rebelled and got myself a helmet. I chuckled at the thought, me being a rebel. It popped up again while I was driving my boyfriend’s truck. Apparently more then half of the population of Florida drive 25 mph above the speed limit (that may be a slight exaggeration.) But they drive so fast. So I rebelled and drove the speed limit (or maybe 5 above) Rebelling against little things that I saw was just going to be a silly blog post with a “hello, I’m a rebel, the end”.
But through the past week or so, this word has marching through my brain, making me take a deeper look at the world around me. I feel that much of what I do is rebelling against this generation and age. Drugs, porn, homosexuality, drunkenness, living with a boyfriend/girlfriend, sleeping around, disregarding The Word, gossiping and probably so much more.
When did these things become as common as something like not wearing a helmet? Why do people give me and my boyfriend a look of shock when they find out we wouldn’t live together until we’re married? Why do people disregard the road sign suggestion and choose their own speed? When did it become common to go to church on Sunday but live your own life the rest of the week? It’s all become so normal.
And I don’t want to be a part of that normal group. So I rebel. My heart yearns to be different from the world around me. Maybe I still want to be a “normal” in the sense of goals and dreams and eating chocolate after supper. (’cause that’s normal….right?) But I don’t want the life the world has to offer. I want to be a rebel.
In a world that is imperfect, I want to be a incomplete masterpiece through Christ. In the world that reigns in darkness, I want to shine in the light God’s glory. In a world of biking, helmetless people, I want to ride along side them, sharing why I wear a helmet of salvation. I want to share life with people, and show them, they can rebel against the normal of this day and age.
American Christian hip-hop recording artist, Lecrae, wrote a song about being a rebel. He writes about not being conformed to the ways of this world. We are called to be different, to be the ones who rebel against the sin and life the world has turned into. We are to be like Christ in every way possible, holy and righteous. Here’s the end lyrics of his song Rebel:

“Rebel, I’m in rebellion
You’re just a conformist, if you’re drunk and naked and driving around on a loud motorcycle smoking cigarettes and breaking commandments
And getting pregnant out of wedlock.
Everyone’s done that, it’s so tiring.
If you really want to be a rebel, read your Bible, because no one is doing that
That’s rebellion.
That’s the only rebellion left”

And so, I repeat what I’ve been saying. I’m a bicycle rider with a helmet. A church goer with a bible. In a world of speeding Floridan’s, I’m just a rebel cow lover who slows down to moo out her window at the bulls and heifers that are feeding in the pastures. (Heehee) I’m rebeling against the culture I’ve been blessed to be born in, showing that there’s more to rebel against then the world says.


Of Bikes and Books

I have been in Florida for nearly a week and a lot has happened. And a lot has not happened. First, I’ve gotten my things unpacked, put some stuff on shelves or away and put some stuff on the ground. I sorted through items in the garage, and stored away my empty boxes. I went to the dollar store and bought some nifty (and cute) storage containers to put things in. AND I bought a bike!!!
I have been dreaming about this day since….hmm, I can’t remember when….But since I knew I wanted to come to Florida and wouldn’t have a vehicle. This is my brand new, azure, opaque, pair annulus, 7 alacrity,  Bayside. (In other words, blue, black, two wheeled, 7 speed, Bayside bike.) I was also blessed with a helmet, lock and basket. It’s super exciting that I now can begin exercising and learning my way around the crazy, Florida roads.

Along with new things, yet old, I have many of my favorite books out of their boxes and displayed on shelves. While I don’t read as much as I use to, I still enjoy reading, and finding time to sit with my feet up, drink some tea (or chocolate) and have a good book is my hands is a great way to relax. It’s been very nice being able to grab a book off the shelf, instead of dig it out of the box in the farthest corner of the closet where I had decided would be the best place for it at my parents house.
I also have gotten out my sewing machine and look forward to seeing what I can create. I have some pillow ideas, blanket ideas, clothing ideas, but it will all take time as I have no table space to cut anything.
But having things to do while Devin is working is nice.

Devin’s family is super welcoming and I love his siblings. The family I’m staying with has two children and they’ve started to say hi to me, and I got lots of drawn pictures from the older one. They have guard dogs, who are super cute and friendly, plus a cat. He likes to attack my feet when I’m walking. I get to wake up and open my curtains and see a horse right across the road. While there aren’t hills here there is a country feel, which makes me feel more at home, though I get a little discontent because I don’t have a job. Speaking of which….

A prayer request for me is that I work at finding a job, and that something comes up which I enjoy doing and is close enough to bike to. I have a possible job interview but no one has called me yet. I would also still love a nanny job, but nothing has come up yet. Also pray that I find a good church to join!  Pray that I have patience during this time, and find things that will motivate me and encourage me. It’s hard going from a large family to having no one around.

This feels like a hard transition, because there are so many more unknowns, I’m far away from family and close friends, and while it’s Florida, I just haven’t found much to do yet. And somehow there is still a lot to look forward to and the future holds so many exciting, new, crazy awesome things!

“Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory. Who have I in heaven but you? and there is nothing on hearth that I desire besides you.” Psalm 73:23-25


Short Nights, Long Days

Cherry Blossoms in North Carolina

Traveling 70 mph down the highway, cruising with my window down, listening to my dad whistle to music and feeling the hot sun burn my arm. Dark clouds pouring down rain, traffic slowing down to 30 mph and all I see is bright, red break lights that make me inwardly groan. Hazard lights blinking in and out through the ghostly, white fog slowing everyone down more. Tall rock walls on both sides, like a canyon of stone. Beautiful sunrises behind us, lighting the skies up in pink, orange and yellows. The rolling Appalachian mountains that followed us, swooping up and down like a wave on the ocean. A journey may never be perfect, but there is beauty if one looks hard enough for it.

It is quite dark at 3 in the morning.







My father and I left Saturday morning at 3:04. I buckled up, pulled a blanket over my head and tried to settle into the tightly packed vehicle. I had a backpack at my feet, a dresser behind my seat and not a lot of room to wiggle around. And somehow I slept through most of Pennsylvania. Maryland and West Virginia weren’t long at all. By that time it was close to 8:30.
I suggested that I drive so my dad could take a break. We stopped for gas and I

My silly selfie as my dad drove

began to drive. Virginia is a large state to drive down. It went on and on. I played the Alphabet game (Where one looks for the letters A to Z in order) I got through it once, went backwards (got a little mixed up with GHI because I couldn’t keep straight which ones went first when going backwards) and began from A again before stopping around at the letter J when I decided I had had enough driving.
We stopped, stretched our legs and continued on around 11:30.

Trying to take a picture of the building behind me and accidentally catching the guy running down the stairs….awkward!


Thick fog. Good thing my dad is a great driver!

Dad drove through North Carolina where we had slow traffic and rain. And then fog on top of that. We were soon out of it and arrived in Colombia, South Carolina close to 4:00. We stopped at my brother and sister-in-law’s apartment. They took us around the University where my brother goes to school. SC is beginning to have their spring because there were some beautiful blossoms that we don’t see until April or May. The four of us had dinner, played a game, and finally around 7:30 or so dad and I went to bed.
At 3:30 it all started again. I woke up, found my dad was already up and after a quick bowl of cereal, we gathered our things and headed out the door. Dad drove and once again I tried to find a comfortable sleeping position. I must have somehow fell asleep for awhile because I awoke to my dad pulling into a rest area in Georgia. I was going to go back to sleep but after doing some jumping jacks outside, I didn’t find myself as tired. Dad drove for another hour or so until I asked if he wanted me to drive the rest of the way. So we swapped.
Where we drove in Georgia, it was quite flat. And swampy/marshy land. We went

Another cherry blossom

from there to Florida and I swung around on the beltway to miss Jacksonville’s traffic. We continued south and about 15 minutes from our destination dad and I swapped again so I could give him directions from the map on my phone. That was interesting because directions here seem to go everywhere and nowhere.
At roughly 11:00 AM we arrived at the home where I will be staying in Summerfield, FL. My boyfriend was here to welcome us, as the family was gone at church. Dad, Devin and I unloaded the van, putting boxes in the house and garage. Afterwards, dad got to meet Devin’s parents, we showed him some chicken coops outside and then he left to return to my brother’s place in SC before it got to late.
Seeing dad leave was a bit emotional for me. I finally figured that lack of sleep, hunger, and a LOT of thoughts on my mind were what was causing buckets of tears. (That may be a slight exaggeration) But Devin let me rest for a bit, then blabber on about everything that was roaming in my head, assured me through my apologies of crying that he was expecting me to be somewhat upset, and after getting everything off my chest, I got myself some food. I felt much better after all that.
I brought some things from the garage over, put books on the shelves, organized my room and began dreaming about decoration ideas. We watched a movie and said goodnight. I woke up today (Monday) with excitement that I was actually living in Florida. It’s still hard to believe sometimes, that I’m no longer states away from my boyfriend but minutes!!

Discovering new places
Trail to new places

Some thoughts regarding the future. Devin and I are looking forward to what these next days, weeks and months hold. I’m thankful for this time to finally get to know him better in person. While we’ve spent quite of bit of time together in the past, we’ve never spent more then 2ish weeks together at one time. We both want to find a church that leads us spiritually and I dream of a place where I can help in the children’s area. We are excited to explore Florida, there are caves down here, forest land, reptiles of all kinds (including alligators and snakes) and Devin has told me we can go fishing, something I have not done often but want to do with him. And of course we want to relax, watch stars, movies and take walks. There’s a lot we are excited for.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for my dad and I. From what I heard, he was nearly home and will soon be with my family. I am missing family and friends, but with time that should ease. The journey is sometimes messy and hard, but if one looks hard enough, they can see the beauty that is intertwined in it.


New Site, New Adventures

This weekend I will be heading down south to sunny, Florida. As I have been preparing for this time to come, I’ve been debating whether to change my blog around or not. I originally made it for family and supporters as I went to Belize to be a Missionary Nanny. As I am no longer with a specific ministry, I wasn’t sure whether to disband the whole thing, change it or leave it and continue writing. After much thought, I decided to change it and continue writing.

Much like when I was nannying in Belize, I plan on writing about my adventures through the sunshine and rain. I can’t say whether it will be consistent writing, once a month or less, but I hope to share my thoughts, experiences and adventures that come my way.

I’m excited to see where this goes and what I can come up to write with. I give you my new blog: A Cow Girl On A Beach!