Need a cheap date idea for Valentine's Day? Have I got a treat for you ;)
I am so excited to announce we are almost ready to debut The Royal Stage to local and extended communities. We're performing on Feb 11 and 12 on a big pretty stage that your faithful donations helped provide us with!
I have been praying for this for a long time. My whole time in ministry, it has felt like there was something missing, and now it feels like that little void has been fully filled with God. It's so awesome to serve completely in His will.
We have an amazing cast of dancers/actors. Some are just starting out and are still a bit rough, and others are pros who I am so blessed to have their talents involved. The most fun is probably the ladies from my former ministry that I've gotten to see grow up, and now are choreographing for us and have come up with some brilliant stuff!
Anyway, it's not perfect - but the heart of it is amazing, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
I don't want my blog to be shameless self-promotion, but I would love to have you there. If you are one of my best friends, or a long ago friend that I haven't seen in ages - it would mean so so much to me for you to come out and support my heart.
Oh, and hey you can buy tickets online!
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Yay!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navi-baaaaaaaah!
Today Sam's daycare/preschool had a Christmas pageant. To accomodate all the parents and grandparents, it was actually held at the church we used to attend, so we got to see some old friends, eat Christmas cookies, and enjoy watching Sam sing it up with his little buddies.
At 630am, his preschool teacher texted me to tell me that Sam needed all black or all white clothes THAT AFTERNOON - and so we made an emergency trip to Target to blow some cash on bland clothing so he could fulfill his commissioning as sheep #2.
Miss Elisa made the rest of the sheep costume. He had bells tied to his wrists, and well - I think the headpiece made him look more like soft serve ice cream than a sheep - but whatev - it was really, really cute.
With Miss Elisa - she's known him since he was a little preemie, and now she loves on him twice a week while mommy gets her act together and earns some dough for things like emergency sheep clothes.
Sheep or soft serve?
With his daycare BFF Addi.
At 630am, his preschool teacher texted me to tell me that Sam needed all black or all white clothes THAT AFTERNOON - and so we made an emergency trip to Target to blow some cash on bland clothing so he could fulfill his commissioning as sheep #2.
Miss Elisa made the rest of the sheep costume. He had bells tied to his wrists, and well - I think the headpiece made him look more like soft serve ice cream than a sheep - but whatev - it was really, really cute.
With Miss Elisa - she's known him since he was a little preemie, and now she loves on him twice a week while mommy gets her act together and earns some dough for things like emergency sheep clothes.
Sheep or soft serve?
With his daycare BFF Addi.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Fondue Woo Hoo!
I am not a big chocolate fan. I love chocolate cake, and occasionally chocolate ice cream, but I never, ever touch chocolate candy or anything similar.
However, I must say that the Christmas fondue party my group of ladies had on Friday was yummy - definitely in the top 10 of heavenly desserts. Milk chocolate fondue with fruit, pretzels, cheesecake, and....sour gummy worms! :) (editor's note - I was not brave enough to try this).
I've been blessed with a really special group of friends. I am happy that Sacramento finally feels like home :)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sam's Stage Debut
Last week, Sam was in the Community Bible Study preschool Christmas pageant. What is a preschool Christmas pageant, you may ask?
It is a herd of smartly dressed 2-4 yr olds staring blankly at the audience for 15 minutes while their teachers hand them large props and try with all their might to get them to sing, dance, do SOMETHING - other than stare or chew on their foam snowflake.
I loved it :)
2 year olds will clap when prompted. Even when they have no clue what is going on.
Aforementioned giant prop to add to the decorum.
Spotted mommy in the audience. I love this sweet kid.
Trying to care about the pageant.
Make this picture bigger to experience Sam's "I really want to run and touch expensive sound equipment - I don't want to sit and behave" face, which we see often at dance rehearsal.
Sooooooo over it ;) And I am sooooo in love with our boy :)
It is a herd of smartly dressed 2-4 yr olds staring blankly at the audience for 15 minutes while their teachers hand them large props and try with all their might to get them to sing, dance, do SOMETHING - other than stare or chew on their foam snowflake.
I loved it :)
2 year olds will clap when prompted. Even when they have no clue what is going on.
Aforementioned giant prop to add to the decorum.
Spotted mommy in the audience. I love this sweet kid.
Trying to care about the pageant.
Make this picture bigger to experience Sam's "I really want to run and touch expensive sound equipment - I don't want to sit and behave" face, which we see often at dance rehearsal.
Sooooooo over it ;) And I am sooooo in love with our boy :)
Let's Get Artsy and Festive!
Today was my last day with my MCA dancers. This semester was EX-HAUST-ING - dancing through the first trimester of pregnancy is not fun. But teaching the next generation of Christian artists is. They had their showcase last night, and today I got the sweetest Christmas cards, cookies, and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. My heart is warm tonight :)
I bring grape juice to class sometimes to energize my girls who have dance right before lunch and are dragging. After the showcase, my 7th-12th graders brought a giant Costco grape juice for me, and they had all written me love on it. So sweet!
I bring grape juice to class sometimes to energize my girls who have dance right before lunch and are dragging. After the showcase, my 7th-12th graders brought a giant Costco grape juice for me, and they had all written me love on it. So sweet!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
An Unexpected Journey
A few weeks ago, Project 365 was resurrected. God gave me this script a few years ago, and we did it as a spring Turning Point show at Northern California Dance Conservatory. Now it was brought back for a group of 7th-12th graders at Mosaic CC. We (myself and my precious, amazing interns Haley and Jo), had to teach the whole thing in 2.5 months - yikes! When we did it the first time, we had 6 months.
It was a challenge having no adults in the performance this time around. It was a challenge to have 45 minute rehearsals. It was a blessing to have a spaghetti dinner during the performance, and to have it be a part of a fundraiser to benefit a local group I've come to really fall in love with.
Anyway, here's everybody after the show, including myself and the super interns on the left.
I told myself my entire life, I would never EVER be a teacher. I hated school (except for lunch and recess). My mom is a teacher and always is drowning in work. It drove me crazy when I was pursuing my english degree and everyone assumed I wanted to teach.
I always wanted to write. And I am. It's good, it's fun, it (sort of) pays the bills. But God has taken me on this new path, and I am not going to fight it anymore. Because it has also turned out to be good, fun, and hopefully pays into other people's lives. So now, outside of Royal Stage directing and choreographing, I have two separate opportunities in my life to simply teach and encourage. I love that :)
My other students' showcase is tonight, and then we all can sleep til New Years :) More photos to come soon!
It was a challenge having no adults in the performance this time around. It was a challenge to have 45 minute rehearsals. It was a blessing to have a spaghetti dinner during the performance, and to have it be a part of a fundraiser to benefit a local group I've come to really fall in love with.
Anyway, here's everybody after the show, including myself and the super interns on the left.
I told myself my entire life, I would never EVER be a teacher. I hated school (except for lunch and recess). My mom is a teacher and always is drowning in work. It drove me crazy when I was pursuing my english degree and everyone assumed I wanted to teach.
I always wanted to write. And I am. It's good, it's fun, it (sort of) pays the bills. But God has taken me on this new path, and I am not going to fight it anymore. Because it has also turned out to be good, fun, and hopefully pays into other people's lives. So now, outside of Royal Stage directing and choreographing, I have two separate opportunities in my life to simply teach and encourage. I love that :)
My other students' showcase is tonight, and then we all can sleep til New Years :) More photos to come soon!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Just For the Fun of It
It's almost December, and I think a lot of the universe breathes a collective sigh of relief. The year is almost over. It's done. No more pressure to accomplish anything, not a lot of deadlines, and the hope and anticipation of a new year. I know this isn't everyone's situation, but it's mine - hence, it being on my blog ;) - and I am grateful, because I burn the candle at both ends for all other 11 months of the year.
Thanksgiving was a fabulous time of doing absolutely nothing. Sam is blessed with some super doting grandparents, and my mom soaked up every moment with him over the past four days. This meant sending him out at 6am when he woke up, and crawling back into bed with Frank and sleeping as long as I wanted. Thank you, mommy. Best Thanksgiving treat EVER.
Storytime with Nonna
Another shout out to my mom for being the reigning queen of Thanksgiving feasts. Everything tasted amazing, and this year she insisted on replicating my grandmother's homemade stuffing. AMAZING. I ate myself into a coma and was quite content.
Sam was at the table long before the food was.
Our big struggle is always leaving toys behind. My parents keep the house well stocked for when Sam comes, but my mom always attempts to send toys home with us. I refuse to take them - we already have a very indulged boy - we don't need extra!
This time, when I said it was time to go, he grabbed his toy dinosaurs and made a break for it.
So now we have dinosaurs. Oh well. At least it's a cool toy mommy likes to play with too.
So Sam got away with some toys. And I got away with a relaxing weekend. Winners!
Thanksgiving was a fabulous time of doing absolutely nothing. Sam is blessed with some super doting grandparents, and my mom soaked up every moment with him over the past four days. This meant sending him out at 6am when he woke up, and crawling back into bed with Frank and sleeping as long as I wanted. Thank you, mommy. Best Thanksgiving treat EVER.
Storytime with Nonna
Another shout out to my mom for being the reigning queen of Thanksgiving feasts. Everything tasted amazing, and this year she insisted on replicating my grandmother's homemade stuffing. AMAZING. I ate myself into a coma and was quite content.
Sam was at the table long before the food was.
Our big struggle is always leaving toys behind. My parents keep the house well stocked for when Sam comes, but my mom always attempts to send toys home with us. I refuse to take them - we already have a very indulged boy - we don't need extra!
This time, when I said it was time to go, he grabbed his toy dinosaurs and made a break for it.
So now we have dinosaurs. Oh well. At least it's a cool toy mommy likes to play with too.
So Sam got away with some toys. And I got away with a relaxing weekend. Winners!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
It Could've Been Me
If you haven't yet heard, Prince William finally proposed to Kate Middleton. Many females of my generation are depressed today, and I am no exception. You see, I was supposed to marry Prince William. It was always the plan.
I love England. I love rainy days. I love castles and sparkly things. I'm only a year older. I can ride horses. I already own a tiara. It was totally meant to be.
Granted, Kate looks better in big hats and likely speaks with an English accent so she'll surely blend in better, but woman - mark my words - he was MINE.
I know what you're saying - I have a perfectly good American husband. I know, I know. But he hates fancy parties and never takes me to the country for a round of tea and a visitation with the Queen. He just can't compare, you know?
Picture on right....Prince William, I loved you even then. I remember tearing photos out of my mom's, er, MUM'S People Magazine and sticking them on my binder. Picture on left....Kate, he gave you Princess Diana's engagement ring. Talk about a bum deal. You got a ring that ended up representing infidelity, torture by paparazzi, and bad hairstyles. Good luck with THAT.
The boy is mine.
Until then, this is my life.
Not exactly breakfast with the future King of England in Buckingham Palace (which I've BEEN TO, fyi, have YOU Kate?? Eh, probably, huh...), but it's not a bad life. I suppose there is a way out of this royal depression after all.
I love England. I love rainy days. I love castles and sparkly things. I'm only a year older. I can ride horses. I already own a tiara. It was totally meant to be.
Granted, Kate looks better in big hats and likely speaks with an English accent so she'll surely blend in better, but woman - mark my words - he was MINE.
I know what you're saying - I have a perfectly good American husband. I know, I know. But he hates fancy parties and never takes me to the country for a round of tea and a visitation with the Queen. He just can't compare, you know?
Picture on right....Prince William, I loved you even then. I remember tearing photos out of my mom's, er, MUM'S People Magazine and sticking them on my binder. Picture on left....Kate, he gave you Princess Diana's engagement ring. Talk about a bum deal. You got a ring that ended up representing infidelity, torture by paparazzi, and bad hairstyles. Good luck with THAT.
The boy is mine.
Until then, this is my life.
Not exactly breakfast with the future King of England in Buckingham Palace (which I've BEEN TO, fyi, have YOU Kate?? Eh, probably, huh...), but it's not a bad life. I suppose there is a way out of this royal depression after all.
Monday, November 15, 2010
One Little Piece
I thought that I would abandon the lame illustrations in my writing by now. That the metaphors would fade away with college essays. Sorry guys. It never happened.
I was laying in bed a few evenings ago, reeling with morning sickness, heartburn, and other fun experiences of the first trimester, and I began to think about my life. When I was younger, I wanted to be a vet, a dolphin trainer, a professional actress, a correspondent for the Travel Channel....but when it comes right down to it, there are only a few things I consistently wanted:
1) Be a writer
2) Marry Frank W.
3) Dance
Eh, not bad. I get paid for writing fluff each month, I married Frank, and I am dancing and coordinating dance more than I probably should now that I am with child....but laying there staring at the ceiling...there was just this feeling of failure. How can I be relatively young, have done most of the stuff I've wanted to do, and still feel like I am just so insignificant?
I tossed all the feelings over to God, just like I have been all year, and I instantly had a vision of a vase made out of what looked like stained glass, falling down and breaking into a thousand pieces on the floor. Then, it was put back together again - the colors were so diverse and brilliant, with light shining through to give a sort of translucent beauty to it. But there was one piece missing. A tiny hole in the glass, not in the center or anywhere very noticeable at first.
But with that hole there, the vase's value is greatly depreciated. It can't hold water, it can't be displayed for fancy dinners - it's just a glued together vase with a missing piece.
God showed me how I am that tiny missing piece. That even if I can't see or feel significance in my life, I still count. He is shining light through and around me, and without me, there's a hole in the plan.
Same thing goes for anyone else - we are all a piece of a beautiful mosaic of love that God is constantly molding and shaping. So next time you feel insignificant - think about the most beautiful vase you can imagine (or box, window, whatever I don't care), and feel the impact of that flaw if you were to take yourself out of the plan.
It's remarkable how not one of us is forgotten.
I was laying in bed a few evenings ago, reeling with morning sickness, heartburn, and other fun experiences of the first trimester, and I began to think about my life. When I was younger, I wanted to be a vet, a dolphin trainer, a professional actress, a correspondent for the Travel Channel....but when it comes right down to it, there are only a few things I consistently wanted:
1) Be a writer
2) Marry Frank W.
3) Dance
Eh, not bad. I get paid for writing fluff each month, I married Frank, and I am dancing and coordinating dance more than I probably should now that I am with child....but laying there staring at the ceiling...there was just this feeling of failure. How can I be relatively young, have done most of the stuff I've wanted to do, and still feel like I am just so insignificant?
I tossed all the feelings over to God, just like I have been all year, and I instantly had a vision of a vase made out of what looked like stained glass, falling down and breaking into a thousand pieces on the floor. Then, it was put back together again - the colors were so diverse and brilliant, with light shining through to give a sort of translucent beauty to it. But there was one piece missing. A tiny hole in the glass, not in the center or anywhere very noticeable at first.
But with that hole there, the vase's value is greatly depreciated. It can't hold water, it can't be displayed for fancy dinners - it's just a glued together vase with a missing piece.
God showed me how I am that tiny missing piece. That even if I can't see or feel significance in my life, I still count. He is shining light through and around me, and without me, there's a hole in the plan.
Same thing goes for anyone else - we are all a piece of a beautiful mosaic of love that God is constantly molding and shaping. So next time you feel insignificant - think about the most beautiful vase you can imagine (or box, window, whatever I don't care), and feel the impact of that flaw if you were to take yourself out of the plan.
It's remarkable how not one of us is forgotten.
Rejuvenating Weekend
Took another trip up to Apple Hill on Saturday - this time with my close circle of friends that live nearby. Usually we have outings with clusters and different combinations of us - everyone is so busy...but today we successfully got all 5 of us at Apple Hill and we had a day of fun and relaxation.
We gorged ourselves on roasted chicken and apple donuts.
We got our faces painted.
We jumped haystacks.
We laughed a lot.
It was really nice to have a day away, and to celebrate friendships that are intended as God made them. No worries, no judgments, no bracing yourself for hurt feelings, no hesitation to talk about whatever comes to mind....gosh, I must be considered to be a completely spoiled brat for having a collection of such friends. They're so wonderful - both the ones here, and those at "home" in the bay area.
Sunday, we went to church, which is starting to feel like home, and meanwhile relationships at our former church home continue to repair, strengthen, and not be forgotten.
And that is just nice. :) Just goes to show that "the devil can't git what the good Lord don't let him have!"
We gorged ourselves on roasted chicken and apple donuts.
We got our faces painted.
We jumped haystacks.
We laughed a lot.
It was really nice to have a day away, and to celebrate friendships that are intended as God made them. No worries, no judgments, no bracing yourself for hurt feelings, no hesitation to talk about whatever comes to mind....gosh, I must be considered to be a completely spoiled brat for having a collection of such friends. They're so wonderful - both the ones here, and those at "home" in the bay area.
Sunday, we went to church, which is starting to feel like home, and meanwhile relationships at our former church home continue to repair, strengthen, and not be forgotten.
And that is just nice. :) Just goes to show that "the devil can't git what the good Lord don't let him have!"
Friday, November 5, 2010
Numero Dos
I have odd little quirks as a parent....I will never take my kids to the circus, I want them to always read the book before seeing the movie (and even better, just go to live theater/skip movies altogether), and realize the true importance of dessert.
One of my other superficial goals has always been to never have a child with a winter birthday. I LOVE having a warm weather birthday myself. I want my kids to have pool parties and ice cream, darn it!
Well....mission accomplished! Sam has a July birthday, and now his little sister/brother will be making their big debut @ the end of May! (and by big, we sincerely mean over 2 pounds please!):)
So here we go again! Numero Dos! Frank & Tammy spawn = the sequel.
We're so excited!I have every pregnancy-related woe in the book this time around, so we would appreciate any and all prayers for energy, endurance, and health, as I'll be directing three full-length productions during this pregnancy, and am still under contract as a writer for 2 different publications. Not to mention a busy, busy two year old.
We're looking forward to introducing him/her to you late this spring. <3
One of my other superficial goals has always been to never have a child with a winter birthday. I LOVE having a warm weather birthday myself. I want my kids to have pool parties and ice cream, darn it!
Well....mission accomplished! Sam has a July birthday, and now his little sister/brother will be making their big debut @ the end of May! (and by big, we sincerely mean over 2 pounds please!):)
So here we go again! Numero Dos! Frank & Tammy spawn = the sequel.
We're so excited!I have every pregnancy-related woe in the book this time around, so we would appreciate any and all prayers for energy, endurance, and health, as I'll be directing three full-length productions during this pregnancy, and am still under contract as a writer for 2 different publications. Not to mention a busy, busy two year old.
We're looking forward to introducing him/her to you late this spring. <3
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other....
.....and one of these things does not give a rip if he isn't like the others in size or gender, and is going to jump right in for warm up time, darn it!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Halloween Is Not For The Faint of Craftiness
So a couple of months ago, my sister in law suggested that Sam should be a leprechaun for Halloween. He has red hair and big blue eyes, so I agreed that it would be pretty amusing to take advantage of those features and make him a leprechaun.
When I was little, my mom NEVER bought my Halloween costumes....Strawberry Shortcake, Cinderella, a witch...she sewed them all and they were GOOD. I don't think I ever had a store bought costume until the autumn where all at once my grandma got really sick, my sister was born, and I insisted I wanted to wear cheap crap like my friends.
But, I was pretty hard pressed on keeping up with tradition and making Sam's Halloween costume. His first Halloween, he was so tiny, we had to purchase a pumpkin costume from the Build a Bear Factory.
Last year, he was a scarecrow. I had no time, and no motivation, and so I got this second-hand scarecrow costume at a children's consignment store. He LOVED it.
But this year - yes, this year dang it - I was going to make his costume and be as crafty as my mom if it killed all of us. And it almost did.
First of all, it is very very VERY difficult to find St. Patrick's themed ANYTHING in the fall....not even a plastic leprechaun hat could be found ONLINE for under $25, which was my budget for the entire costume. So....I had to get even more crafty than I assumed I would have to.
Then, low and behold, I found tuxedo pajamas at H&M the DAY BEFORE I had to have his costume finished. It was a lifesaver! Add that to lots of glitter foam adhesive, green fabric, and some careless stitching, and we had a costume!....
....which fell apart about 5 minutes after he put it on. So we whipped out the safety pins and packaging tape, and sent him on his trick or treating way.
Now that I think about it....maybe it was my grandma who actually made my Halloween costumes. Perhaps I will wait until I am a grandmother to try this again.....
When I was little, my mom NEVER bought my Halloween costumes....Strawberry Shortcake, Cinderella, a witch...she sewed them all and they were GOOD. I don't think I ever had a store bought costume until the autumn where all at once my grandma got really sick, my sister was born, and I insisted I wanted to wear cheap crap like my friends.
But, I was pretty hard pressed on keeping up with tradition and making Sam's Halloween costume. His first Halloween, he was so tiny, we had to purchase a pumpkin costume from the Build a Bear Factory.
Last year, he was a scarecrow. I had no time, and no motivation, and so I got this second-hand scarecrow costume at a children's consignment store. He LOVED it.
But this year - yes, this year dang it - I was going to make his costume and be as crafty as my mom if it killed all of us. And it almost did.
First of all, it is very very VERY difficult to find St. Patrick's themed ANYTHING in the fall....not even a plastic leprechaun hat could be found ONLINE for under $25, which was my budget for the entire costume. So....I had to get even more crafty than I assumed I would have to.
Then, low and behold, I found tuxedo pajamas at H&M the DAY BEFORE I had to have his costume finished. It was a lifesaver! Add that to lots of glitter foam adhesive, green fabric, and some careless stitching, and we had a costume!....
....which fell apart about 5 minutes after he put it on. So we whipped out the safety pins and packaging tape, and sent him on his trick or treating way.
Now that I think about it....maybe it was my grandma who actually made my Halloween costumes. Perhaps I will wait until I am a grandmother to try this again.....
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Apple Hill
I am so behind on pictures and updates. We went to Apple Hill a few Saturdays back with Connie, Elisa, and miscellaneous children and husbands :) I was so looking forward to this trip, but I was nauseous all day and was pretty darn miserable! That was a bummer, but what was fun was seeing how Sam has really changed since we went last year, and he had a great time. I had some fun moments too :)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Their Love is Fierce
I've written time and again about how this summer was so filled with uncertainty. But through it all - happiness, anticipation, anger, sadness, grief - I made a commitment to myself and to my Jesus that, no matter what, I would take a jump (no matter how scary), and trust Him 100% to know what is best for my life. And to do my very best to ACT like Him whenever possible, and even when all things raining down tempted me to do otherwise. I was THROUGH steering the car.
The results? Autumn has brought me what feels like a shiny, brand new life. It's been incredible. Almost everything is a new adventure.
I don't want to bore you by going on and on about it every time I blog, but I just want to jot down some praise for just how amazing Royal Stage is. This has been a dream of mine forever - I have thought about it for years - and now that God has formed it in His timing, which was WAY faster than I expected, I feel like I am on this crazy, exhilarating ride, and it's been incredible.
We have passionate dancers and actors. It's actually sort of insane how fierce their love is. Love for God, love for each other, love for learning. Some have asked for private lessons to catch up to their peers, some are constantly asking for ministry opportunities, some are learning choreography TWO DAYS BEFORE A TOURING PERFORMANCE so they can throw themselves into God's art. It's been such a blessing.
It reminds me of my college days - where everyone in dance ministry was so crazy dedicated and desired God so fully - it's that experience all over again, but with a way more diverse group. So fun!
We have two shows this year - we had to split it into two groups to accommodate everyone who wanted to join - one is in Feb, and one is in May. We're going to offer "season tickets" in a couple of months - I really hope you can attend. The choreographers are remarkable, and our Jesus is center stage.
And remember, if you become a financial supporter of the ministry (only $10 a month), your tickets are always free. :)
Here are some really crappy photos of the awesomeness. One of our dancers, the fabulous Nicole Waldschmidt, is going to do a genuine photoshoot early next year - but until then, this will suffice :) Click to make them bigger.
Beginning hip hop - need to get a pic of the advanced ones!
Lyrical A pow wow
Some of the Creative Kingdom kids
Sam dancing with Katie :)
The results? Autumn has brought me what feels like a shiny, brand new life. It's been incredible. Almost everything is a new adventure.
I don't want to bore you by going on and on about it every time I blog, but I just want to jot down some praise for just how amazing Royal Stage is. This has been a dream of mine forever - I have thought about it for years - and now that God has formed it in His timing, which was WAY faster than I expected, I feel like I am on this crazy, exhilarating ride, and it's been incredible.
We have passionate dancers and actors. It's actually sort of insane how fierce their love is. Love for God, love for each other, love for learning. Some have asked for private lessons to catch up to their peers, some are constantly asking for ministry opportunities, some are learning choreography TWO DAYS BEFORE A TOURING PERFORMANCE so they can throw themselves into God's art. It's been such a blessing.
It reminds me of my college days - where everyone in dance ministry was so crazy dedicated and desired God so fully - it's that experience all over again, but with a way more diverse group. So fun!
We have two shows this year - we had to split it into two groups to accommodate everyone who wanted to join - one is in Feb, and one is in May. We're going to offer "season tickets" in a couple of months - I really hope you can attend. The choreographers are remarkable, and our Jesus is center stage.
And remember, if you become a financial supporter of the ministry (only $10 a month), your tickets are always free. :)
Here are some really crappy photos of the awesomeness. One of our dancers, the fabulous Nicole Waldschmidt, is going to do a genuine photoshoot early next year - but until then, this will suffice :) Click to make them bigger.
Beginning hip hop - need to get a pic of the advanced ones! Lyrical A pow wow Some of the Creative Kingdom kids Sam dancing with Katie :)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Endless Summer
I am daydreaming today. I have so much to do, so many things to check off my to do list, and instead, all I think about is....not the stuff I have to do!
We've hit a heat wave here in California, and I am sitting in Starbucks when I should be writing, instead having my beloved autumn dreams. Apple Hill, Thanksgiving, oh I love you! Do I not blog and facebook incessantly about all the ways I love you? Come to me quickly!
But, an endless summer isn't all bad. I finally waved my white flag and we filled up Sam's pool for one final week of swimming.
When the cold water came out, he got this expression and told me the freezing water was "hot". We may not make it to Ivy League, but we're cute!
This is for all the skeptics (Myriah!) who think I deprive him and don't give him pool toys. Note the toy boats. BEING IGNORED for the spatula. He's an artist ;)
"Mommy! I see youuuu and I splash you!"
Filling up the pool at the end of September is serious business, and is to be cherished.
I am really looking forward to my traditional fall luncheon...I'm taking recipes from some of my favorite countries I've visited, a recipe from my grandmother circa 1958, and am tying it all up with some comfort foods and autumn cupcakes.
My favorite trees off of 65 have changed into their brilliant orange and yellow.....I need to take a picture this year.
I love this time of year :)
We've hit a heat wave here in California, and I am sitting in Starbucks when I should be writing, instead having my beloved autumn dreams. Apple Hill, Thanksgiving, oh I love you! Do I not blog and facebook incessantly about all the ways I love you? Come to me quickly!
But, an endless summer isn't all bad. I finally waved my white flag and we filled up Sam's pool for one final week of swimming.
When the cold water came out, he got this expression and told me the freezing water was "hot". We may not make it to Ivy League, but we're cute!This is for all the skeptics (Myriah!) who think I deprive him and don't give him pool toys. Note the toy boats. BEING IGNORED for the spatula. He's an artist ;)"Mommy! I see youuuu and I splash you!"Filling up the pool at the end of September is serious business, and is to be cherished.I am really looking forward to my traditional fall luncheon...I'm taking recipes from some of my favorite countries I've visited, a recipe from my grandmother circa 1958, and am tying it all up with some comfort foods and autumn cupcakes.My favorite trees off of 65 have changed into their brilliant orange and yellow.....I need to take a picture this year.
I love this time of year :)
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