May 2007

I read To Own a Dragon by Donald Miller last year. To those of you who aren’t aware, I like Don. We’ve never met in person but I’m sure if we did we’d be friends. Well, I can testify for myself that I would want to be his friend. He may not want to befriend an awkward fan. Great. I’m digressing. Back to the book. I really appreciated Miller’s thoughts concerning the issue of growing up without a father. It may not make sense to some, but when he wrote about how he felt out of place when he was around families or adults, I felt like someone was speaking my language on the subject for the first time. He shared about the time when it finally hit him that he grew up without a father and that it wasn’t how it was supposed to be. We could argue about how God knew all along that it was going to happen, or tha he’s now the person he is because of his father’s absence, but I don’t think he was writing on those points. I think he was recognizing that there was something a miss in the way he was raised, that God created family in the order that a mother and a father would parent the child. Anyway, he went on to describe the (humiliating) process it has been to seek out and learn from families and older, wiser, godly men (and women) the things that he should’ve learned from his own parents. Everything from fixing a car to finances to interaction with the opposite sex. He talked about this family who took him into their home and invested in him. He shared about the lessons he learned and how God began to change him.

His thoughts resonated deeply, the only difference being that I didn’t have a family who would invest in me! I understand. I know people are busy and after eight hours with the kids I babysit, I’m amazed that parents have energy to invest in the development of their kids, let alone the energy to hang out with some dysfunctional twenty-something and invest in their development. I get it. Even still, I was really desiring to grow a relationship and learn from people who have lived life a little and had some things to teach me. I’ve been praying to meet a God-fearing and loving family that I’m not intimidated by. Well, God answered my prayers with the Carters. It’s a light-hearted yet intentional time when I’m with them and I feel so blessed after spending time with them. They rock. Meet the Carters. Thanks, God. 🙂



Hey, I’m Kim. Lindsey’s best friend, and room mate. This is us:

currently we are sitting in our living room looking at blogs. Lindsey is making me tea cause I’m sick and she’ sweet like that. She is a servant. I’ve asked her to be her guest blogger for the night, because well… she sucks at blogging lately. Maybe you all can give her some encouragement to barf out all her amazing thoughts on life back into her bluestraveller space online…

So, Lindsey loves starbucks. I think all of us girls do. It’s just our thing. I think in college we went every night almost. If we didn’t make a pot of coffee we were driving to visit our favorite Barijsta Chris at the Starbucks on Harrison. We practically lived there.
Lindsey’s new drink of choice is an iced coffee. She’s ranted and raved about it with room for cream quite a bit, so I think I’ll try it next time I go. We have one other room mate Meagan. You can tell we like coffee by looking at our kitchen counter:

There is this girl named Melissa. She’s all right. She hangs around us at night and is some what awkward. We let her live with us in college too. Actually she’s one of our best friends. She likes plants, this is our plant. If you went to cbu, you know and love him as “fernie”. He still sits in our apartment today, a bit more crispy and with less energy. I think we need to buy him new soil. Melissa and I often interpretive dance late at night, when the moon shifts Fernies leaves just the right way and we’ve had one too many drinks at starbucks.

So what else, Lindsey and the rest of us roomies move out in a month. Than she leaves for Ukraine, than she comes home and is in my wedding. Now she’s waiting on a few job opportunities for the fall… and that’s all there is to Lindsey’s life as of now.

Oh and her boyfriend Raj is coming to visit CA in 8 days. She’s pretty excited and keeps talking about it. She’s a little twitterpated. It will be fun to hang out with Raj, cause I don’t know him that well yet.

Lindsey is arranging flowers for my bridal shower in this pic. I just liked it so I thought I’d post it. Cause after all I’m in charge because I’m the guest blogger!!