Taking Roots

The last couple of months have been pretty traumatic times for me. When we came to the U.P. a little over 5 years ago, it was the first time that we had put down roots as a family. It’s hard to believe that when we first moved, Imanuel was only 6 months old. I still remember driving up to interview. My little brother, Justin, came with us to help us drive and to babysit Manu. We ate our first meal up here at Subway and Israel changed in the parking structure right before we went to the church for the interview. I remember seeing the house for the first time. We were so excited to embark on this new adventure. From then on, we encountered a series of memorable “firsts” as we transitioned to yoopers. Our family grew from 3 to 5. Our boys experienced many of their “firsts” in this home. So many of our family and loved ones have stayed in this home and spent time with us here.

Knowing myself to be incredibly nostalgic, I am tempted to feel discouraged about this move. An analogy that has continued to emerge in my mind is that of a plant that has generously spread out its roots over the course of some incredibly significant and important years. But the time had come for the plant to be pulled from the soil. It’s as though each of our roots have been removed one by one, in rapid succession, from this life. I have been much too aware of the many “lasts” that we have had to face recently. We experienced our last U.P. fall. I distinctly recall mowing the lawn and thinking about how this was the last time. The boys had their last trip to Portage Hospital to see Dr. Rajanee. I stopped by to drop off mail at our Chassell post office and chatted with the post lady for the last time. We had our teeth cleaned for the last time by Dr. Richards. We had our last Sabbath here in Houghton. Our snow plow guys came for the last time. We had our last Thanksgiving. I just now heard a pack of coyotes howling, perhaps for the last time. We attended our last Yooper Task Force meeting. Our trash pick-up man, Greg, came to our house to pick up our trash for the last time. This past Tuesday morning, we loaded up all of our belongings in the conference semi-truck and they left the U.P. at last.  And tonight, we had our last family evening worship in this home.  We spent it sharing special memories that we’ve spent here.  For the boys, it mainly involved swimming and biking and playing with their friends.  🙂

Now the family is asleep on the floor of an empty house and when we wake up, it will be our last day before we leave the U.P.  I never imagined it would be this hard to move. I never thought I’d make such strong attachments to a place and a church family. But I praise the Lord for this thing called faith. Faith has helped me remember that when He calls us to move, it is always to something better to bring us to someplace higher in our experience. As in the words of a rad Christian artist, “God’s gonna do a new thang”. I feel as though I am being uprooted, but by faith, I know it is to new soil that will enable me and my family to grow.  I also realized that it is time for a new pastor to come in and minister to our churches in a way that we never could.  It goes both ways.  As Christians, we get potted and re-potted several times. Otherwise, our growth will get stunted or we may even die. So, beyond the tears and heartache and lost memories, I can look with hope to the future. It is hard to imagine a better place for our boys to grow up, but I trust that God has a master plan. I know He is preparing us to bring us home, to our final destination, where we can grow indefinitely in the earth made new.


Intently watching all of our belongings being loaded into the truck.


Big Mac & our moving crew on Tuesday, November 29th, 2011.  It was done in 3 hours.


What the last couple of days in the Yoop looked like.


Last day with Grandma Karen – one of the main reasons why leaving is so hard.

Tomorrow morning, once we cross Big Mac, we will officially turn from being Yoopers to Trolls.  That’s basically like changing our citizenship.  Please pray that we aren’t too affected by culture shock.     

Micah’s Birthday Weekend

On the morning of Micah’s Birthday, the three boys were so happy and excited.

Thankfully, the balloons were still floating. 🙂

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Micah was very pleased that he did get a birthday card. Daddy read it to him.

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And he couldn’t be more excited for his birthday dinner…a slightly modified version of Green Eggs & Ham. This was all he wanted for his birthday, seriously.

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On Sunday, we had his best friends from church, Kaelan and Nealah, come over for lunch. They had a fun time playing together with all the cars & trucks that they have accumulated over past christmases & birthdays. Most were from Grandma Karen, Auntie Angie & Uncle Ted, and Auntie Jessica. They still love playing with them!

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We couldn’t do anything special since our house is nearly all packed up in boxes. But we were so glad that he had such a wonderful time playing with his brothers and friends. I’ve realized that with little boys (and I’m sure little girls as well), it doesn’t take much to make them happy. In the words of Micah himself, “This was the best birthday party ever!”

B-day Eve Prep

Tomorrow, Micah will be turning 4!  We can’t believe it.  He has grown so much and has brought such joy to our home.  He is such a special son to us and is undoubtedly Manu’s best friend.  He is also a sweet big brother to Ty.  We had originally thought we would be moved into a new home downstate, but alas, we are still here in a box-filled home.  But we still wanted to do something special…and I think we’re gonna get him good. 

Here is a conversation we had earlier in the car today between me and the boys:

Manu:  Mama, I ripped my card for Micah!  It looks horrible now!  When it’s someone’s birthday, everyone needs to get them a card, and if I don’t have a card for him, it won’t be good.  Micah won’t be happy.

Me:  Manu, don’t worry, we can make another card.  I’ll help you.  Plus, Micah won’t mind if you don’t give him a card.  He just wants you to be a good friend and brother and to play togeth–

Micah:  I WANT A CARD!  I WANT A CARD FOR MY BIRTHDAY!  I DO WANT A CARD!

Me:  Micah, I’m sure Manu will make you a card, but a card isn’t what will make your birthday special.  If you do get something, you should just feel thankful and be sure to say thank you to them–

Ty:  THANK YOU, MAMA!

Me:  Your welcome, Ty.  Micah, do you understand what I mean?  A birthday isn’t a time to expect gifts, but if people do, that’s like a special treat–

Micah:  I WANT A CARD!  Hey, it’s almost Sabbath and I don’t have any presents for my birthday!

Manu:  Mama, did we even get Micah any presents?!

Me:  Well, we’ll see what happens.

Manu:  See Mama, that is why I need to have a card for Micah!

Well, all of them will be in for a surprise. 

After we had worship and put the boys down for bed on this final night that Micah will be 3, Israel and I had some fun preparing a surprise for all the boys in the morning.  We had a helium tank that refused to run out.  We literally used that little tank for every single holiday and birthday since Manu turned 4.  Anyway, since we are moving, I decided to blow up balloons until the helium ran out so we could get rid of the tank.  And Israel decided he would be in charge of the balloon decor. 

We wrapped presents for Micah and some presents for him to share with his two best friends in the whole world, his brothers.  I think we will have some excited little boys tomorrow morning.


Balloon decorator extraordinaire.  I feel so proud.


By the time he got to the kitchen, he kinda got burned out after doing the living room balloon arch.  Even the 3 pets were disappointed.

Looking forward to tomorrow!  It will be a happy Sabbath in our happy home, indeed.

The Final Fall

One of the most magnificent occurrences found in all of nature is seasonal change.  After living in the U.P, my favorite season has become Fall. 

When I was an undergrad at Michigan, my best friend Alice bought me a poster, undoubtedly from the major poster sale that goes on in the beginning of every school year.  It has always hung somewhere in my home through all these years.  It shows a series of diverse autumn leaves and the text reads:  change…to give up what we are…to become what we could be.  I couldn’t agree more.

The fall is amazing up here.  There is nothing quite like breathing the crisp, fresh air and to see the stunning transformation of the landscape.  It is a constant reminder of death, but the good kind:  as we die to ourselves, He turns us into something beautiful.  I love the contradiction between how desperately we need change, and how thankful we ought to be that God changes not. 

Here are some pics from a Color Tour at Mt. Ripley. 

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We made it to the top!


Micah was excited to see the bridge.


I’m going to miss it here.
I’ll end with Israel’s favorite verse to sing during this time of year:

Change and decay in all around I see;
Oh Thou who changest not, abide with me!

These Thirty Years

In 1981, the year I was born, the following major events took place:

– Prince Charles marries Princess Diana
– 5 men are diagnosed with a rare form of pneumonia…later to be understood that these were the first US cases of AIDS
– the first launch of the Space Shuttle, Columbia
– first modern suicide bomb in Beirut:  car bomb kills 61 people outside the Iraqi Embassy
– MTV is launched
– IBM releases its first of what is called the Personal Computer – the PC

From then until now, so much has changed.  Prince Charles became a widower following the tragic death of his wife.  AIDS has become a world-wide epidemic with over a million people in the US alone living with HIV.  The final Space Shuttle mission ended this year with Atlantis returned to the Kennedy Space Center concluding a historic 30 year legacy of space exploration.  Suicide bombing  has become a near daily occurrence in the Middle East and the US is slowly following suit.  MTV has gained enough popularity to impact the social climate of the country and the world.  The revolutionary Steve Jobs, who changed the very culture of computer technology, passed away yesterday. 

And as one chapter closes, another one begins. 

Amid the gradual shifting of society, the real question is: Who have I become these thirty years?  The ambitious, the passionate, and the fearless will undoubtedly become famous and make the greatest impact in societal trends.  I like to believe that when I look back at my life, I’ve made some sort of mark in this world – maybe a small footprint, but a footprint nonetheless.  Our generation has always wanted to stand out, to be different.  Honestly, I would have loved to make it into history books for revolutionizing the educational system or for becoming a great abolitionist for child sex slavery.  It would give me great pride to be the one responsible for ending world hunger or shutting down all puppy mills.  But I’ve come to realize one thing.  It goes back to my initial question.  It’s not really about what I’ve done, but who I’ve become. 

Humanity is constantly changing as knowledge increases and lifestyles evolve.  But I’ve come to realize that in this fluid landscape, one thing remains true:  God is still desperately trying to save our souls.  He is competing with the ever-changing world to win our attention and our hearts.  Looking back, I can say that my greatest breakthroughs, the historical markers in my life’s journey, can be traced back to simple lessons of faith from the human experience.  Though seemingly unimportant and trivial to society, they have been the very fibers that made up who I am.  How we treat others, what job we take, how often we pray, who we marry, how we raise our children, if we are faithful to Him…these are the issues that matter to God because they determine who we will ultimately become.  His Mission is unmoved regardless of how much we know, how styles have changed, and how technology has advanced.  The question He asks is:  What can I do to bring My child Home?

I am shocked to see what has happened in our world during my lifetime.  But I can tell you with greatest sincerity that I am more moved by how Jesus has been my unchanging Rock these thirty years. 

I am not what I ought to be,
I am not what I want to be,
I am not what I hope to be in another world;
but still I am not what I once used to be,
and by the grace of God I am what I am.
-John Newton              

I’ve had an extraordinary thirtieth birthday full of happiness, laughter, surprises, and tears of joy.  I thank the Lord for my family, loved ones, and a heavenly hope amidst this sin-darkened world.  And I’m so thankful that He’s still in it to change me.

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A New Day

Sometimes, by the end of the day, I have many regrets:

I wish I had spent more time with Ty…
I wish I didn’t get upset with Micah when he was acting silly…
I wish I spoke more kindly with Manu when I was reprimanding him…
I wish I had spent more time in prayer…
I wish I would have played with the boys when they begged me to…
I wish I didn’t get so frustrated about such a little thing…
I wish I was more patient. and loving. and happy…
Today.

Then I remember…

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end;
They are new every morning;
Great is thy faithfulness.
 

– Lamentations 3:22-24 NRS

I have every reason to be down on myself today, but though so unworthy, God gives us the privilege to start fresh in the morning.  He knows how to bring out the best in us.  He takes chances on us.  He loves us, and loves us, and loves us until a miracle takes place.  We change.  And we begin to love Him back.  Sometimes words can’t express how lucky I feel to be His child. 

I want tomorrow to be a better day, do you? 

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!    

Sabbath Afternoon Musings

Up until recently, Micah had been riding the trike, since the tiny white bike broke. After Manu learned to ride on a two-wheeler, we decided to buy Micah a real bike with training wheels. We also bought the boys new bike helmets since Micah’s cracked and we decided to give Manu’s helmet to Ty. (Ty refuses to ride his colorful plastic truck without his helmet.) And that’s when we realized just how large Micah’s head is. At first the issue was what type of design they wanted to choose. After trying a few on, it came down to which one would actually fit Micah’s head! We ended up buying a size 5yr+ for Manu and we had to buy Micah a 8yr+ helmet! His shoe size has officially surpassed Manu’s as well. I am deviating. Anyhow, since we bought the new bike/helmets, the boys just love going outside together to ride on our long driveway.

Yesterday after church and potluck, and after the boys took their nap, and after Israel came back from prison, we loaded their bikes into the car and drove to the canal. We had a great time enjoying nature and spending time together as a family. It was one of those afternoons where I found myself overwhelmingly thankful for the many undeserved blessings He has given me. In recent times, I have often felt overcome with bouts of anxiety and bitterness…as if a great injustice has been done to me. But I have been reminded that those few french fries are His. How selfish of me to have taken so many things for granted! And to doubt His infinite wisdom and love! Seriously, why would He turn on me now? The serene lake, the magnificent setting sun, and the crisp clean air all pointed to the One who wants to lift my burdens and free my mind from worry and fear – to allow Him to be responsible for the outcomes. To simply trust Him…

It wouldn’t have been a perfect ride were it not for the fact that Israel experienced bike drama…again. His left pedal broke off. Yes, it busted off with no hope of repair. (Kimmy/John, remember our conversation about bad luck? His story continues…) But that’s okay. The boys were able to ride the full two miles with ease and we enjoyed the view at a slower (walking) pace together. That’s yet another reason why I love him. He’s so consistent and predictable. So, it was a perfect outing.

I’ve decided to live a renewed life of faith. No matter what God takes away from me, I feel blessed He gave it to me in the first place. Even if it was just for a moment. He is always taking us steps forward, never back. And I like to remind myself that if we could only see the end from the beginning, everything would make perfect sense.

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2011 Our Triathlon Summer

For our family, this summer will forever be remembered for our triathlon accomplishments. I became an official triathlete in June at the Hawk I sprint tri in Lansing – my first race. Israel became a half-ironman at the Koop just last week. The boys spent lots of time in the pool and lake and improved their swimming. Manu is on his way to (short) distance swimming.

Today, history was made once more as Imanuel fulfilled the last requirement for him to become a triathlete. Get those training wheels outta here!! Manu rides a two-wheeler!!

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Ty trying to be like his brother.

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He’s gonna have to wait a few years…

Team Revolution Represents at the Koop!

What an amazing experience.  Having so many close friends under one roof for nearly a week was such a blast.  There is something so sweet about Christian fellowship, that no matter where you’ve come from or what you look like, you’re drawn together like family.  But then adding to that the most physically-challenging race any of us had ever endeavored brought yet another dimension of oneness between us. 

Although I met my goals that I had set for my bike ride, it seemed to pale in significance when I realized how our success involuntarily became corporate.  We raced as a true team and that brought so much more satisfaction (and at times heartache) than racing alone.  But I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  So, I just wanted to express my gratitude and appreciation to each of you who were a part of this race with me!  Know that in so many ways, I raced it for you.  You are AWESOME!    Seriously.   

With great coaching from Northwoods Endurance and the best mobile cheering/support crew EVER, we came out with winners of the Women’s Relay, a valiant effort by our Mixed Relay Team, and two Ironmen 70.3 – John Yoon & Israel Ramos!!!  We are all so proud of each other.

Below is the link to a video of the race that Israel and I pulled together along with David and Tennille after everyone left us on Monday.  This is a memory that we will cherish and I hope it will be the same for each of you who were a part of this journey too.  What will our next mission race be?!  This Revolution is going to be unstoppable!

Playing Outdoors

The summers up here are amazing.  Save maybe a week or two of extreme heat (- where it may reach 90 degree weather), the U.P. really comes alive.  We survive, like many other yoopers, without AC, so the outdoors easily becomes an enormous playground.  The temperatures inside and out are often comparable.

The other day I was trying to think about why in all of the previous summers we didn’t spend as much time outside.  For the past couple of months, I can’t think of a day where we didn’t go outside to play or a week where we didn’t go swimming at the lake.  Then I calculated that for 2 of the 5 summers I was uncomfortably pregnant and the other 2 summers I was nursing an infant.  This was my first summer where I could be out and play.  The baby, Ty, is now running around and wreaking havoc so it is actually quite efficient to have the boys playing outdoors while the house gets a break and remains (somewhat) clean.

Manu and Micah have nearly completed their two weeks of swimming lessons over at Michigan Tech.  Tomorrow is their last day.  Manu has learned how to swim and can go quite a ways all by himself.  Today, Manu jumped off the diving board in the deep end without a life jacket and was able to then swim over to Israel.  Micah can also swim a few strokes on his own.  He is more dense than Manu so he can only swim underwater.  He can swim for as long as he can hold one breath.  Israel plays a game with Micah where he pushes him gently underwater and Micah touches the bottom of the pool and comes back up.  They have improved so much in such little time!  They are both well on their way to becoming triathletes…which is their ultimate motivation to learn how to swim.  In true yooper form, the boys (including Ty) enjoy going to the beach and swimming in the lake (Superior), even though the general population would consider it to be too cold.

The other day we headed over to Prince’s Point which is a beach area by Tech where Israel does his open water swims.  Chris came with us and the both of them suited up and swam the 1.2 mi swim to the flag pole and back while I played with the boys at the beach.  Chris made it back before Israel and we were watching Israel swim when we noticed that he stopped swimming for a while.  At that moment, we saw a fairly large bald eagle soaring over the lake.  It was so beautiful and we could clearly see the white on his head and tail.  It started circling around the lake and I was thinking to myself how neat it would be if we could watch it swoop down and catch a fish.  Israel by this time was kind of flailing his arms and really appeared to be struggling with something.  Come to find out, he was suffering from a bad cramp in his leg.  We immediately connected the two and realized that the bald eagle was actually circling Israel!  We found that quite humorous until Israel started calling for help and Chris had to go back in and swim to his rescue.

 
Eagle bait.

My “garden”, if you can even call it that, has really been a sore matter from the very first year I planted.  That first year, I had tomato plants, lettuce, green onions, Korean sesame plants (“keh-neep”), leeks (“boo-choo”), and roots (“doh-rah-gee”).  It wasn’t that bad.  The sesame plants took over, which is normally what happens – I equate them to weeds, but everything grew well.  But that was also the year where the self-same day we had planned to pick all of the tomatoes, the deer came over while we made a trip to town and ate them ALL.  You can imagine my shock when, after coming back from Walmart, I headed to the backyard with my basket to harvest all of the tomatoes and I found nothing but stubs.  They even ate the tomato leaves.  The year after that, I never planted anything.  I just let the garden go wild.  I ended up with green onions, “keh-neep”, and “boo-choo”.  The following year, I transported a few wild strawberry plants and raspberry plants into my garden.  The next year we were able to eat a handful of berries, mainly strawberries.  But this year the raspberry plants decided it was their turn to take over the garden.  They were able to withstand all of the weeds (-I had stopped weeding after the first  year), and much to my surprise, they flourished!  I consider it quite a miracle that my sorry garden was able to produce anything.


And finally, last but not least, we have spent many hours outdoors training for the Kuparisaari Triathlon that is coming up in less than two weeks.  The boys enjoy riding their bikes and running on our long driveway for their “workouts”.  Israel has been training to do the half-iron by himself and I have been doing mainly bike rides since I’m just doing the bike leg of the race.  Despite putting on ample sunblock, we are getting quite dark from long rides and runs. 

We also enjoyed a special visit from the Shins last weekend as they were passing through!  We had such a great time catching up and training together.  Tennille is doing the swim leg of our half-iron relay team and David is training for the Detroit marathon in October.  On Sunday, between the four of us, we biked 56.2 miles, ran 26 miles, and swam 2.4 miles!  This was the day after we stayed up until 3am talking.  Tennille and I then topped that off by doing a trail run the next morning (on Monday) through Hungarian Falls.  Good times!  True friends never let friends miss an important training workout…even on vacation. 

From all this working out, my thighs are getting ridiculously large.  But then again, I knew this is what I agreed to when I accepted this challenge.  So far I’ve done two 56 mile rides and I was able to do them sub-3:30 which was my race goal.  I’m hoping I’ll be able to go even faster on race day.  I’m not about to let my thighs get huge for nothing!  Totally looking forward for our friends to come up for race weekend!!   

Here are some memorable pics from the past month:
Fourth of July

Camp Sagola


Uncle Chris’s race in Wisconsin

And finally, cool animals in our big backyard…


 

In Virum Perfectum