Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Wrennie :D

Kolby's brother Wren and his wife Jennie came to visit us! And of course they brought their sweet babies Rylie and Gad! We had such a good time just "being" with each other, catching up on the craziness of life, talking about our silly family, and exploring the city some! Just wanted to share a couple of shots from their time with us! 

Gad loves cheesing for the camera!!! And I love his cheesy smiles!!!

mmmMMM! It was so hard to tell him "no" sometimes... 

poor Rylie... our couch was mean to this baby! it ate her a couple times... and spit her out once... 

Rylie was breaking in Hadi's swing for her! :) 

Wren trying authentic gumbo for the first time!

Jennie attacked the crawfish! So brave!

Christi joined us for the night! She said the crawfish was "interesting"! 

Don't let the picture fool ya... there was no love between these two... :) 

My yummy red beans and rice with smoked sausage!
Montrel's Bistro was great! Definitely going to take more friends and family there! 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Fun moments with Hadi so far!

What a journey this has been so far! Wouldn't want to be on it with ANYONE ELSE! I love you Kolby!

Our friends hung stockings and made sure to include the DePratters! How sweet! 

Her sweet little profile! She looks like me, right? ;) 

Belly is growing! 

"Woa! What the heck!?!"

This week I'm gaining a new understanding of 1 Corinthians 6:19-20...

"Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not you own? For you have been bought with a price; therefore glorify God in your body."

"WOA! What the heck!?!" was what I yelled yesterday afternoon, while laying down, staring at my stomach waiting for it to happen again. My husband just looked at me like I was crazy and went back to playing with his tablet. I waited to say something until it happened again because I thought maybe I was just seeing things.

But sure enough it happened again, and so I yelled for Kolby to stare at my stomach with me so he could not just feel, but SEE Hadi kick me! Of course, she didn't play our game and decided she would rather chill while her daddy was watching, making mommy seem like a crazy person...

As I laid in bed last night trying to fall asleep, Hadi started kicking again, but this time I wasn't going to watch... I was tired and ready for some sleep. I just laid still trying to enjoy the thought of her squirming around and imagining what the personality God has given her is like. Until she gave a good kick that made my arm, that was laying on my stomach, actually move! I thought, "Really? I can't even put my arm on my own stomach?"

And that's when my heavenly Father started really talking to me.

This pregnancy has affected every single area of my life. At one point, it determined whether or not I could eat... at other points it determined where I could go... it's even determined my own emotional stability. And as the pregnancy keeps progressing I'm grasping the reality more and more every day that THERE IS A BABY GIRL NAMED HADI INSIDE MY BELLY! It's kind of overwhelming sometimes to dwell on! What a miraculous thing pregnancy is!

Ok, maybe you're saying "DUH" to me right now, and I probably deserve it, but there is something God has really shouted to me through this whole pregnancy that I'm trying to get at.

Just as real as Hadi is inside of me - just as miraculous as it is that I can feel and see her moving around in my belly - just as amazing as it is that a life could be inside of another...

the Holy Spirit that lives in me is just as incredible!!!!

No really, stick with me...

The God who created heaven, earth, the ocean, the moon...
The God who gave His life for mine...
The God who created my own life...
The God who was "in the shadows" of our past, constantly working and directing us to where we are now...
The God who sustains and strengthens us today, while preparing us for tomorrow...

THAT GOD chose to live INSIDE of HIS CHILDREN! He has chosen to abide with us, in us!

Abraham, Moses, David, and Solomon... incredible men of faith, didn't even have this privilege! That's something I can't wrap my mind around!

But this is how God has chosen to work now, and I am so thankful for it. The power and peace all coming from this one perfect source... it's incredible to dwell on!

Take just a moment and dwell on these verses:

"If Christ is in you, though the body is dead because off sin, yet the spirit is alive because of righteousness. But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you. So then, brethren, we are under obligation, not to the flesh, to live according to the flesh - for if you are living according to the flesh you must die; but if by the Spirit you are putting to death the deeds of the body, you will live. For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, 'Abba! Father!' The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God."    Romans 8:10-15

Now praise Him with me for choosing to love us in this way!

Monday, December 12, 2011

God uses children to teach me

If you know me at all, you know that I'm crazy about kids...

All over the world, from yellow to brown to black skin... they are incredibly beautiful. I've learned so much from playing with and chatting with children. I've learned how to relax, how to be ok with crying, how to simply be, and so much more! Maybe it's all of the lessons that come from them that draw me, but whatever it is inside of me that makes me yearn for some "kid time" I know that my heart overflows when I get to make one smile.

I know, that sounds so emotional... so much like a woman... haha...

But I just can't help it! I wish I could put into words the amount of love I have for children, but I just can't find the right ones! I thank God for giving me a husband who shares this passion!

I'm guessing at this point you can imagine our excitement the moment we found out we were pregnant.

But this wasn't something we were expecting. In fact, we had been married 1 year and 1/2 before we found out we were pregnant... and just to be real: we never used birth control of any kind. I know MANY couples have gone MUCH longer quietly anticipating a pregnancy and been dissapointed over and over again. But it was still hard for us. We really thought we would get married and have a baby within 9 months! And we were really ok with that! We desired that! Maybe that sounds silly because we were/are so young... but we share a God-given desire to raise children as disciples of Christ! So there were many nights that we just cried together, and there were many conversations with other believers who would remind us of our focus and how God was still using us in children's lives... even if we weren't their parents. Once again, this might sound foolish to you... after all it was only a year and a half of waiting right? But that's where we were... and it was hard.

God sent us off to Greece for 6 months in January and right before we left we found out that some of our best friends were pregnant with their first child. It was so overwhelming to get that phone call that when we hung up we cried and asked God to forgive us for bitterness and to give us a focus. After all we knew we couldn't have done the program we did in Greece if we had a baby with us. God answered our cries and gave us beautiful children of many cultures to show the love of Jesus to while we were in Greece. We called them "replacements" and it tore a piece of our hearts to leave them knowing we won't see them for a least a few more years. But before we even left the states, a wonderful mentor of mine told me that as a woman who is a follower of Jesus I am called to be a mother to the motherless and a vessel of love for those who need His love. So even though we knew how hard it would be to say goodbye to the children we loved on for 6 months, I was fulfilled in knowing that I was obedient and loved the way He called me to. If I had put up walls to "protect" myself from being hurt, I woudn't have been obedient and wouldn't have experience the joy and miracles God poured out on me through these children. I still miss them so much.

So finding out we were going to have a baby was a beautiful and overwhelming moment! A child we can keep for awhile! One we don't have to say goodbye to after a couple weeks and not know when we would see them again, or where the direction their lives would take them, or if anyone else would tell them about Jesus. We are so excited about this gift. Sometimes overwhelmed by the responsibility, and sometimes terrified! But overall, very grateful.

I know my heavenly Father has so much to teach me by using my baby girl, and I'm excited to learn and share. :)

Quick jumpstart update! :)

WoW! It's been a while... Where to start??

Well just to list a few major memories to get ya started....

1. August 11th, the day we made the drive from GA to NOLA was the first day I was "pregnancy sick".... thought I was dying, but we made it! :)
2. August 11th  - around late October can be summed up by saying: I was sick in bed, Kolby was extremely busy, and life was what I call miserable. Glad that's over...
3. I became a human again around early November and it has been WONDERFUL to not only explore the city, but to explore the new friendships we've made here!
4. My parents and little brother/cousin Zach came for thanksgiving! We had SUCH a good time... it was something I really needed and I'm still thanking God for this time we had together!
5. Kolby's brother Wren, his wife Jennie, and their 2 tiny ones came for a weekend the beginning of this month (December) just to spend some time with us! I loved snuggling with my nephew Gad, and giving Rylie lots and lots of kisses until she smiled!
6. I'm 6 months pregnant now. What a journey it has been so far! Hadi is healthy and kicking up a storm these days :)

Ok so there is obviously a lot more detail to fill in on these things, and much more that has happened than I mentioned... but I'm saving that stuff for other posts! Just needed to get a jumpstart on posting again! 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Time to move!

So I haven't posted very much in the past week, but I wanted to give a quick update!

Today we have said goodbye to our parents and as of right now we are chilling out with the Tuckers who served us an awesome meal of steak, baked potatoes, broccoli, cookies, and ice cream.

Yeah I ate wayyy too much. :)

We will stay the night here with our friends and tomorrow morning we will pick up our moving truck, then pack it up! Tomorrow will be a day of work and a day of goodbyes to friends (that we are already anticipating their vacations to the DePratter's apartment in New Orleans).

We're going to try and get good sleep tomorrow night so that we can head out early (6AM is the goal) on Thursday morning to make the move. It's about a 9 hour journey, which means with my peeing average this past week it will take us 10 hours. I will be driving our car (loaded with clothes and can goods my parents have donated to us) while Kolby drives the Budget Rental truck (loaded with all the rest of our fun junk that we haven't seen in the past 8 months). Since I've found out that I'm pregnant I've been WIDE AWAKE in the mornings and then I crash around 1 or 2 PM.... so we're really hoping we get there at 4 so I can crash while Kolby and some friends unload the truck. :)

So there is my short-ish update. God has been good to us and has blessed us with the finances we need to get over there, and now we're just trusting Him to provide for us when we get there. Prayers are appreciated!

I think I will be taking a blogging break for the next week or so while we adjust, so you can expect a new update around mid-August. Talk to ya then!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

funny how He blesses us...

This past week I posted about a "support letter" asking for prayer for a few specific things that are going on in our lives. These things are still in need of prayer, but there is a reason it might have read as if it was a little emotionally driven or stressed out...

I think my hormones might be going a little crazy...

because I'm PREGNANT!!!!!!

So yeah, we are just a little excited. ;)
We found out that we are about 4 weeks along (caught it pretty early haha), and when we get to New Orleans I will make a doctors appointment to do a sonogram and all that fun stuff. :)

It's so funny how God blesses us with incredible things while we were asking for something else... He always keeps me falling in love with His mysterious ways.

So anyways... just wanted to share because Kolby and I are excited! I will post more as I know more! 

Monday, August 1, 2011

Support Letter

Going on the many trips God has blessed me to go on, I have learned how to type up a support letter.

 If you're not familiar with one, it's basically a way to ask for people to seriously pray for the Holy Spirit to move while the group is seeking to tell others about Him in another place (different city, state, or country that God has led them to passionately GO to). These are great ways to get real prayer warriors joined together and it is always so encouraging to know that people are daily taking YOU up to HIM in prayer. It's also a great way to get money raised.

The reality of these trips is that they cost money. Usually a lot of it too. By support letters being sent out I have been able to go to Moldova, Italy, Turkey, South Korea, France, and Greece. Now I didn't send out support letters for all of these trips myself, but whether it was the program I went through or a church, someone somewhere was raising prayer and financial support. And my husband has been able to go to several places as well including Australia and Mexico. We have seen God move in incredible ways all over the world and we plan to return overseas in a couple years to live doing whatever He wants us to do. But until then, we have some stuff He wants us to accomplish here in the States.

Like I've mentioned before in this blog, we're moving to New Orleans (9 days from today actually). 

But there is a lot going on in South Georgia that we ("we" as in "I") feel anxious about leaving.

1. Family Junk
                                    I'm not going into all the dirty details, but there is some stuff going on with my in-laws that has Kolby and I begging God to tell us how to handle it while we're here. It's so scary to think of leaving them behind and not being here to help clean things up or help out. Pray specifically for our 3 nieces and that we have wisdom in ministering to the family.

2. School Stuff
                                 Kolby will be starting at NOBT Seminary late August and it's taken us a lot longer to finish the admissions process than we had expected. Thankfully it is all just about worked out and at this point Kolby is officially accepted. But there are still a few things (like our on campus apartment) that we just don't know 100% about yet. Pray that we get all the clarity we need ASAP so that our minds can rest and we can travel over state lines knowing that we have a place to stay.

3. Money
                                 I'm just going to be really honest here. For us to get the moving truck and ourselves over to New Orleans, put a deposit on our apartment, and survive the first month... we need a little over $2000. We have about $600 in our account and have about $200 more coming in that we KNOW about. That puts us over $1000 short right now. I know God will provide, but since we're only 9 days away I feel so overwhelmed thinking about our situation. Please pray that I trust in Him like I know I should and that there are opportunities in the next week for us to earn money.

So here is my support letter. I'm asking for serious prayer. Please take a minute to pray for us in the ways we are requesting. Thanks so much for taking the time to read all of this. 

Friday, July 29, 2011

SiLlY sTrInG

While we were at camp last week my 8 yr old cousin/brother (bousin? cousiner? brosiner?) 

But Kolby and I weren't at my parents for it because, obviously, we were at camp.

So we headed on to the good old Dollar General this week to look for something fun for Z.P.

And did we get a card?

That's lame.

We got... 



 Hope it's biodegradable!

Z.P.'s feet when we were finished...

Dad helping me get the mess outta my hair. It was pretty stuck in there... 

what a mess.

Monday, July 25, 2011

A Summer of Traveling

 We got to see Andrew!!!
 SO glad we got to see Jess before she has that baby!!
 Oh yeah... guess we were glad to see Eli too ;)
 Eli thought it should be explained?
 My kitty cat - Mavro! Took forever to get my mom to pronounce it correctly... :) 
 Enjoyed Sonic with my absolute bestie! Love seeing how God has grown her into such a leader this summer!
 Greek Salad... first time making it in the States!
 So proud of Kolby! He made some awesome chicken!
 Tsatsiki... it was alright, haha... maybe I will improve...
 Van load of girls ready to go to CENTRIKID!
 My 2 cool roomies for the week!
We definitely danced every night! 

Just wanted to share some of our summer with ya! 
Let me know how your summer is going!

He Provides ENOUGH

"And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus" - Philippians 4:19

Year 2 of CentriKid was GREAT!

This year we took a group of 42 kids from Vidalia to Norman Park, GA for a week long camp. We weren't sure what to expect of our 2nd year at camp, but left with great memories of OMC (Organized Mass Chaos), late night talks, and Paca the pinata! One thing we were ready for though is being more than ready to dance our booties off! The atmosphere of camp is incredible and I really respect how they make it a fun atmosphere for both kids and adult leaders.

Adult Bible study happens while the kids are in their morning Bible studies, and this year the focus was on the Holy Spirit. The speaker focused on how the Holy Spirit is a powerful being and not just an "it". He talked to us about the importance of abiding in Him, and how basic things like reading God's Word and praying keep us in tune with Him. The Holy Spirit is something God taught us a lot about while we were in Greece so it was a great push to remember to really cling to that power.

The focus for the kids this year was that GOD PROVIDES! There were 3 weekdays where the theme taught....

Day 2 - God Provides Forgiveness
Day 3 - God Provides a Calling
Day 4 - God Provides Enough

I had 2 sweet girls (9 & 10 yr old) as my roomies for the week who asked great questions! We had talks about all kinds of things such as family members who were getting divorced, why the Holy Spirit is important, how God can be just and loving at the same time, and what kind of calling God might have for their lives. But that was all in between painting fingernails, drinking some yummy lemonade, and jumping on the beds! ;)

Last week was so fun. I kept getting asked if I was going to be back for camp next year... and I had to honestly answer with an "I don't know!" Who knows if we will visit GA this time next summer or not! Only my heavenly Father...

Who also knows our plans for next week. Obviously way better than we do...

We found out today that it looks like we won't be moving until at least August 12th now. About a week and a half shift in our plans. We wanted to get to New Orleans early so we can job search and get settled before classes start. We still will be getting there 10 days earlier now, but it's just not what we had planned. Please pray for us, we're a little frustrated and stressed with the situation but (as we learned last week) we know that God provides all that we need just when we need it. Not on our time. :)

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


As you may have read in other posts, Kolby and I are moving to New Orleans this August (the 3rd to be exact!). So I told my best friend Krista, who is an incredible artist, to paint me a picture to hang in our new apartment. She told me an encouraging story behind it that is focused on listening to the Spirit no matter what journey or dream we are living. I'm so excited about it, I wanted to share! If she sees this I know she will kill me, but that's ok! It means so much to me! Hope you enjoy too!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


Adoption has been on my mind today.

Of course if you know us at all, you know that my husband and I love children, and we are passionate about adoption. We haven't started any kind of adoption process yet, and we're not pregnant, but we know that in God's timing He will give us children.

To be 20, I'm pretty young to be thinking about this kind of thing right?


Adoption has played a huge part in my life already. My parents have custody of my 7 year old cousin named Zach. They have been traveling hard through many mountains and storms this past year to adopt Zach, but it still hasn't happened yet. I don't want to go into those details, but long story short - God has used this process to push and grow my parents, and they trust that He will officially give Zach over to them as their own one day. Strangely, watching my parents ride the roller coaster of adoption has just made Kolby and I yearn for those days to come for us!

Adoptions are sticky, rough, and tiresome. Biological parents are usually in awful situations, and the adopting parents can be hurting or anxious. The children sometimes deal with emotional and physical problems. It's a road that many people choose not to travel.

But Kolby and I want to travel that path. Why? Not because we are "strong" people. Not because we think we could be the best parents out there to some hurting babies that come through our door. We want to adopt because every single person on this earth has been designed by the Father who saved us from sin and from the father of lies, and on top of that gave me a new life!
Check this out:

In love He predestined us to adoption as sons through Jesus Christ Himself, according to the kind intention of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, which He freely bestowed on us in the Beloved. In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which He lavished on us. - from Ephesians 1

Adoption is an incredible picture of what God did for His children! It's where the whole idea of "adoption" came from in the first place! How amazing!

If you're still not buying into this whole adoption thing... here are a few tips...

1. Read God's Word
- He will show you of the importance of taking care of orphans. What better way to do that than to adopt them as your own!?
2. Look online at local or global children who are orphans.
- Google images, go to sites like just look at some of the faces of these beautiful children who are in need. Make yourself aware of the hurting!
3. Check out Russell D. Moore's book Adopted for Life
- We listened to it on audio book. Incredible.
4. This Love
- It's a song by Mandi Mapes wrote about adoption hoping to spark a fire in the heart's of Followers of Jesus who are called to adopt. There isn't a youtube video of the song, but look it up on itunes and download it. Good stuff.

Have an amazing adoption story you want to share? Have an orphan you want to give us? ;)

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye again....

Before we left for Greece in January, you would have thought somebody died.

Our parents, for the last 2 weeks before we jumped on the plane, unknowingly made us feel like we were attending our own funerals.

We were only leaving for 6 months... goodness gracious.

But I will give them this... that for the first year of our marriage we only lived an hour and a half away from them. So we saw them at least twice a month, if not more. So this was a big adjustment. Praise God for Skype and Facebook, but we all know it's still very different than really being with someone.

God has given Kolby and I personalities made for "letting go" and is daily turning us into people who are accustomed to "change". So for us it really wasn't too hard to say goodbye in January because we knew there would be a lot of new and refreshing hellos soon.

But the time came and flew by, and there we were saying goodbye again. This time it was harder. We had to leave brothers and sisters in Christ that we had grown so close to. And we had to leave many friends (who we loved so much) who still don't know the Jesus that we do. It was also harder because we knew what we were coming back to. A culture where we know we aren't meant to be forever... even if it is our "home culture."

But here we are again, settling back into America. For the summer we are house jumping between friends and family, which really hasn't been so bad. We're just ready for our own apartment again. By "we" I mean me... I simply need my space. We are adjusting to the food, lifestyle, and culture of South Georgia just like we knew we would... even when it seemed like we never could again.

Only to leave it all in a month! We are moving to New Orleans the first week of August (hopefully) for more school, ministry opportunities, friends, etc.... and we're really excited about it. But that means goodbyes to our family again. Can't help but wonder if it will feel like attending our own funeral again. As soon as we snuggle into GA we will be snatched up again.

But that's ok... means more hellos.

How do you handle change? How do you handle saying goodbye? Anyone else experience this same roller-coaster?

30 Day Challenge

Two friends back in Greece have encouraged a lot of people to start the...

30 Day Challenge

Sounds fancy, huh? Well it is pretty cool.

My friends formed a facebook group, challenging anyone who wanted to join, to be a little healthier this month by exercising at least 30 minutes a day and giving up some kind of food or drink (that they consume a lot of) that could possibly hurt their body.

I decided to give up cheese and pasta. Two things that I LOVE and I eat a good bit of...

I also modified the exercise challenge a little bit to fit my weight loss goals and lifestyle a little better and decided to do Zumba (on the Wii) at least 4 times a week. Also hopefully adding in a jog or swim on other days of the week that I didn't do that sassy dance workout.

Why am I sharing this?

Although there are a few difficult moments, it's overall a super easy way to jump start on a healthier lifestyle! Even when there are "bad" times you can write on the wall of the group to express your struggles and get some encouragement from people who are also doing the challenge! It's really neat to hear of the different ways people are going for a bike ride or doing their best to keep soda off their minds.

So... you want to join?

It's only been week 1 for us already in the group, so there is still time to join... as long as you go a week longer of course. Or maybe you should be the one to create this kind of group for your friends and family! It really is such a great way to start being a little more disciplined about your health. I serve a God who has me traveling, moving, and working to do His will. I want to glorify Him with my body by doing what I can to take care of it, so I can do what He desires me to do!

If you already have a neat health plan, share that with me!
If not, consider taking the 30 Day Challenge!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Top 5 things I'm enjoying about the U.S.

So I learned from a friend in Thessaloniki that a great way to train our minds to be optimistic is to daily list the joys in life. I'm not much of a journaler (fancy notebooks make me feel like I should be writing something in them all the time... and I can't handle that kind of pressure!), so I wanted to share here instead.

I am dealing with a lot of reverse culture shock and it's easy for me to be negative about American culture these days. So... here is my Top 5 List of What I am Enjoying About the U.S.

1. Washing machines & dryers are wooonderful
In Greece we had a very tiny washing machine (that was rough on our clothes), and no dryer so I hung them on a rack to dry. Which means it took about 2 1/2 days to completely finish a load of clothes. I'm seriously loving the 3 hours it takes to do huge loads of clothes here. I just don't know what to do with all the time I have left over!

2. Central Air
In Greece the air units would keep us cool in our little apartment, but I became a little Balkan and bought into the idea that they make you sick when they blow directly on you. So it's nice not being paranoid about the Air Conditioner now. Haha, it's ok to judge me on this. :)

3. Frozen food
The food in Greece was incredible and I miss it SO much. But I have to admit that cheap and easy frozen food is quite convenient, even if it isn't good for you.

4. Goodwill
There wasn't anything like Goodwill (that I knew of) in Thessaloniki. Here in the States, that's where my husband and I love to get clothes! So cheap and all they need is to be washed! Plus most clothes are better quality here so they last a good bit longer.

5. I don't have to give exact change at any store!!
The first time I handed a $50 bill to a Greek at the grocery store I realized it was a bad decision. I got a nasty look and stared at until finally she snatched it from me and gave me my change. I quickly learned that it's just their culture! So far since we've been back in the States I've tried to give exact change and I get more nasty looks because I'm taking so long to count out pennies. I guess I will adjust back to just handing over bills soon. :)

So there they are! If you've been overseas I would love to hear your Top 5 of the country you fell in love with, or your Top 5 things you missed while you were gone!

Monday, June 27, 2011

a weekend in virginia

This weekend (Thurs - Sun.) we had a great time visiting friends in Lynchburg, VA! If I'm honest, Lynchburg is not one of my favorite cities - for several reasons... but the weather was just so perfect that I can't say I dislike it too much!

Our friend Andrew joined us for the trip and we smoothly made it to Jess and Eli's house Thursday night. We were missing a very important friend this weekend, but we know she had a good excuse ;) (There ya go Christi... your shout out!). On Friday we laid around relaxing and being silly while Jess was at work, then Friday night we ate dinner outside where we had a great view of Eli's garden (that he is oh-so-proud of... and we can't blame him)! Saturday we slept in, went to the "beach" - aka what yankees call a lake you can swim in, then ended the day with a cook out in Peaks View Park. We met some new friends, took a mile walk, and just gazed at all the lightening bugs. Sunday after church we had a smooth trip back to South GA. We didn't do a whole lot during the weekend, but it was so great to just "be" with friends who understand and share our passions, even if we are all at very different places in life now.

Really think for a second...

Do you have people you can just "be" with? Who share your passions? Who you would drive miles and miles (or perhaps fly) so you can spend a little time with them?

Tell me about these wonderful people!


So I knew that coming back to the states would be hard...
But I didn't know how hard it would be!

Praise God that He gave us a wonderful time of debriefing and relaxation in Paris, France before we returned back to busy America. We had time to process our time in Greece a little before jumping into our "home culture" again.

"home culture..."


Ugh, what does that even mean?

For me, I guess it means the culture we grew up in, understand the language of, and the place where our family is...

So why has it been so hard to adjust back to something that we had only left for 6 months?

Kolby and I fell in love with the culture, people, and work we were a part of in Greece. Three things that we just haven't been as crazy passionate about in the States. Of course we love our friends and family... and of course we understand that God has us here for His perfect plan and purpose. But if we weren't sure before, it has been made even more clear in the past 2 weeks...
that we are to return overseas ASAP.

We decided the best method to go across the ocean again is for Kolby to complete a few more years of school (while I work) and then we can jump into an exciting journey internationally again.

So in the meanwhile, that means two years in New Orleans, LA! How exciting! The culture of New Orleans is said to be like no where else in the world! We can't wait to dive into it all! Praise God He has already given us some wonderful friends in the city to enjoy it all with, and He has already shown us a couple of ministry opportunities that seem to be calling our names!

But classes do not start until August so we won't head out there until the first week of the month. That means house jumping between parents and friends... which obviously means this married couple doesn't have their own place to just "be" in.

Please pray for us!
We are beginning to accept this summer as a time to love on family members/friends and have some wonderful closure with South GA culture... but we're struggling with truly embracing this time. Please pray that we cling to the God who knows every single detail of our futures, and that we trust in Him to provide financially, emotionally, and spiritually.

We're learning that "home" is where we are together and abiding with our Father who provides in ways that we could never figure out on our own. And hopefully one day, we will not only appreciate this, but like it that way.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Platea Aristotelus

Since in Thess, my husband Kolby and I have played soccer (aka football) at Aristotle Square too many times to count. It’s usually with children (between 6 and 12) who are also students in my English class, mixed occasionally with a few older friends. We yell at each other for kicking the ball too high, sing when we score a goal, break up fights when a play wasn’t called “right”, and sweat until we go buy the nearest kiosk out of bottled water.

The whole soccer experience alone has been enough to write a book about, but the atmosphere of Aristotle Square... maybe 2 books.

From the two prostitute women who watchus play football as they’re bored waiting on “business”… to the Albanian men who lay down in the grass that is most often used as a pet bathroom… to the Bird Lady who seems to always be methodically feeding her precious (disgusting) pigeons… and over to the Greek Yayas who always walk straight through our football game (even though there is puh-lenty of sidewalk around us) as if we’re in her way: Platea Aristotelous is a diverse mass of Thessaloniki culture at its finest. I wish I could more vividly describe the scene to you… thankfully I have a fewsnapshots for some support. J

While Aristotle Square really is such a strange place to hang out at, it has become one of my favorite places here in Thessaloniki. I sound crazy right?

Of course a huge part of that is because of the memories I will carry with me forever of football games with students and friends (primarily Afghanis, but also some Philistia and Roma). But I also love seeing culture in such a relaxed mode as I described earlier… something about it is so raw and real. You know, the stuff you don’t see in pictures of Greece on Google images.

And honestly, as shabby as it is on the north part of the square, it’s just the opposite on the south side. Cross the main road, Egnatia, and you will see a touristy environment. The buildings are beautiful, they have palm trees and gorgeous flowers planted straight down the middle of the square, and if it’s a clear day you can see Mt. Olympus when you look out into the Aegean Sea. The market is connected to the square, and I must say that the market is a must-see experience for any Thess visitor (a variety of fresh olives, Thessaloniki salt and pepper shakers, and olive oil soap… all kinds of cheap stuff that is great for souvenirs!). Aristotelus leads straight down to Paralea (the sea wall) and this long stretch of pavement that drops off into the water is also a must-see. It’s pretty perfect for long conversations, bike rides, or date nights.

You see, Aristotle Square - the center piece of Thessaloniki - has its ups and downs just like anywhere else you go in the world. Right now I’m struggling with going back to the States, mainly because I’m not good with change and thus I’m focusing on the negative. But when I keep away from negativity and I focus on all the good I get to go back to, something in me gets excited to go back.

I will miss you a LOT, Platea Aristotelus. Hope I made an impact on you, and I hope to see you again one day!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Thief

As I’ve mentioned in other posts here, we play soccer (aka football) at Aristotle Square A LOT. One day we arrived at the park to play football and noticed a large dog sleeping where we usually have our “goal”. The Afghani kids we play with made these funny Greek gestures (that they’ve obviously picked up in this culture: imagine an exaggerated sad face - lips turned way down - and add dramatic shrugging shoulders with hands up in the air). They wanted to play on the other side of the square, away from the dog.

Well the West side of the square is a little more shady. Not as in “there is more shade from the sun”, what I mean is that we used to play football over there, but stopped when we were harassed by Roma (aka Gypsies). So Kolby and I told them to chill out and just play where we were. The children really didn’t like this idea, but went with it since we’re the cool ones (being older has a lot of perks in Middle Eastern cultures).

So we arranged our “field” to where the “goal” was at a slightly different angle, so we could enjoy our game while the dog enjoyed its nap.

First kick from one child to the next, the dog was awake and up on its legs.

Next kick, the dog was barking and wagging its tail.

And the next kick, the dog was running after the ball while everyone was backing away from the animal.

Yes, within three kicks, this dog had taken the ball from us.

All the kids were freaking out, so my heroic husband decided he was going to get the ball back. As he ran toward the dog to get the ball, the dog snatched it up with his teeth and ran in circles around us.

He wanted to play.

Of course none of the children, including the owner of the ball, was brave enough to try and take it away from the crazy animal. After about 20 minutes of Kolby barking at and chasing the dog around the park, the ball had been popped. Thankfully the kid who owned the ball had another one, but he was still pretty ticked off. It didn’t help that even after we had given up, the dog teased us with it. He would run over to a spot in the grass, sink his teeth into the ball for a second, then get up and leave the ball where it was so he could proudly stand by us. Of course anytime someone tried to walk over to the ball while the dog was strutting around us he would quickly run back, snatch the ball up before anyone could get to it, and run around us in circles again. Some children were terrified of the dog, some were very angry with the crazy animal, and some were laughing hysterically at the whole situation.

I have to say that from the very first bark I was one of the laughers. J What a memory!

I just don't know

So I’m a person who likes to know things. Even the word nosy could describe me at points.

I like to know the lyrics to that song that’s stuck in my head, interesting facts about the lives of past followers of Christ, how to fix my hair to flatter my round face, why the sky is purple when the sun is setting, how to fit into a culture without conforming to the world, where the best place is to get black olives from… I really like to know stuff about the world around me.

And more than just the desire to “know what’s going on”, I really want to be fully aware of all the possibilities, the coulds, shoulds, wills…

I’m a complicated person. I don’t like to think that I am, but my husband tells me I am and if I’m honest with myself I can’t disagree.

I’m young, but I’m old enough to know that this world is constantly changing around me and there is nothing I can do to freeze it. Sometimes I really REALLY want to though. I want to freeze a moment, a day, a smile, or an atmosphere. But you can’t really do that. You can try to recreate things, but even then things have changed so much that it just isn’t the same.

So what can I do? How can I know what’s going on around me if there is so much that is going to change? How am I supposed to stay stable? How can I emotionally, physically, and spiritually stand still in a world that is spinning?

Nothing. I can’t. I’m not supposed to do it by myself. There is someone who will stand for me.

Of course these answers don't come from myself...

Change is hard for me.

Before I came here to Thess I was struggling with this same thing and during a moment of openness when I shared these thoughts and fears a friend spoke the truth into me that God is my stability. He never changes, He never moves. And hallelujah there is even more than that to Him! He knows it all! He is strong! He is good! He is everything I’m not.

I just don’t know, but He does… so I’m going to be ok.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

What kind of fool are you?

Being a follower of Jesus and working with many people who come from different religious backgrounds every day since late January, has made me dig deep into myself to find what I think about religions, God, and this world around me. I’ve been a follower of Christ for about 5 years now and I think working with Islamic people has made me look at the reality of my faith more than ever before. When you are having lots of conversations with people who have dramatically different ideas about God and the Jesus you follow, you begin to realize how important it is to figure out what you really believe.

For example, one of my closest friends here in Greece is from Iran and he is a Muslim. He is so fun, picks up language quickly, and spends all of his free time with us. He believes in a different god than I do and has a whole set of beliefs that come with this god. If what I say I believe about Jesus is true, then this friend who does not follow Jesus is not only spiritually dead right now, but also is going to hell when he dies. How can I look at my always-smiling friend every day and believe that he is dead and separated from God?? It’s hard to make sense of all this…

Coming up over and over again in my mind has been a tempting offer:

What if there is no God at all? What if when we die we all just disappear? What if this life is all there is? That would mean that you and your Muslim friend would both be alright in the end. So why don’t you both stop focusing on religion and just do what you want to in life?

The one book that has shaped me like nothing else has is the Word of God. As I was processing these things a few verses would pop into my heart. So to figure out what I think about it all that’s where I turned, and God showed me two types of fools.

Fool #1
The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt they have committed abominable deeds; There is no one who does good. Psalm 14:1

So obviously by God’s standards, I’m a fool if I believe there is no God.

Fool #2
Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you thinks that he is wise in this age, he must become foolish, so that he may become wise. 1 Corinthians 3:18

And I have to become a fool in the world’s eyes to actually be wise in God’s eyes.

So there are two types of fools - one in the sight of God and one in the sight of man.

Because I cannot deny the things that I have seen and heard, I believe His Word. And because I believe His Word, I look at these verses and decide that I would rather be a fool in the sight of man than in the sight of God.

There are a lot of preachers that I have heard who focus on how different we are supposed to be than the world. And of course I know this is biblical and true. But working daily with Muslims has taught me that I have to go even deeper than just simply doing ‘this’ or ‘that’ to make the world see that I’m different.

I have to decide now whether I want to be a fool in God’s eyes or in man’s. Because this decision will directly affect all of my actions, words, everything…

Therefore everyone who confesses Me before men, I will also confess him before My Father who is in heaven. But whoever denies Me before me, I will also deny him before My Father who is in heaven. Matthew 10:32-33

We either confess or deny. These verses make it clear that even silence is denying Christ. It’s hard to boldly share what we believe about Jesus because to the world we look like fools. But how great it is to know that this “foolish” confessing means obedience to the one true God!

What kind of fool are you?

Monday, May 16, 2011

Starbucks: why I'm just another junkie

It is my escape into a world of relaxation swirled with caffeine. You would think that these two things would repel each other,

but oh they don’t.

Greeks love coffee. I don't think they would know how to survive if the coffee supply here was taken away. All stores would be closed, the roads wouldn’t have a single car on them, people would be crying in the streets…

Maybe that’s a little dramatic, but if you walked down any street here in Thessaloniki and saw how they drink frappes ALL DAY LONG then you would understand. I have to admit though, frappes have grown on me to the point where I view them as a comfort food now…

I don’t know that I had ever actually sat down in a Starbucks until we came to Greece. Of course I’ve gotten lots of drinks from this café chain, but they were always To-Go in my busy American lifestyle. Since we’ve been in Greece I’ve consumed more Starbucks drinks than I have altogether in my life.

When I was younger, my mom and I would go on shopping trips to “big cities” where there were Starbucks and we’d always treat ourselves with Grande Mocha Frappucinos. We always felt like it was Christmas, not because of the bags of clothes in the back seat of the car, but because we were getting STARBUCKS. It’s funny to look back on that now. I think she was trying to get me addicted all along.

(It worked)

I usually have about 2 Grande-sized-pieces-of-heaven a week here. I’m switching to a smaller size these days, so I don’t get fat (ter). As I’ve mentioned before, I’m pretty horrible at just “chilling out” but the atmosphere of Starbucks is perfect for calming me down and making me want to dive into the Word for an hour or so. Even though it can be an expensive habit, I hope to continue it in some form when I return to the States.

If you have any ideas about how I can do that, comment on this post and let me know! Maybe you know just how to create that vibe in your house (maybe with just the right music and a nice paint color for the walls). Maybe you live in New Orleans and know the perfect coffee shop for this woman and her husband to chill in. Or you know of a bench by the water and a nice drink mix that I can take with me to watch the sunset and feel a cool breeze on my face. Give me your ideas! I’m going to be back on a tight budget soon, but I have got to recreate my love for Starbucks somehow! J

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Brooke, Mandi, & Shanes

For "down time" I like to play spider solitaire while listening to my downloads on iTunes. My mind likes to constantly be doing something, so while I'm clicking away on cards my brain is doing it's best.

Three artists play over and over during this down time.

Kolby's fave is Shane & Shane so we have around 50 songs of theirs on our computer. Their songs are full of the Word of God. They teach us how to pray and think in a biblical way. Songs like Psalm 145 let us rest in God's Word even when we are crying out to Him. Other songs like Over the Sun touch my spirit because I'm enthralled by the book of Ecclesiastes. I have been taught so much about the everlasting Word through these songs. I'm challenged when I hear the songs to dive into it more because if God would give them that much out of a few verses, He is willing to give that wisdom to me too! The songs make me long for Him and I believe that's what music is made for.

Mandi Mapes is pretty new in the iTunes music world, but we have every song of hers so far. She is young, a little older than me, and extremely talented. She's been discipled at the Church at Brook Hills (where David Platt is pastor), so of course her music is filled with truths about going to the nations. Story of Love is a beautiful song about the book of Ruth that makes it so clear how it is all a picture of God's love for us. This Love is a song about adoption that makes me want to run around this world until I find a child that needs a mama... which isn't that hard to do (hopefully soon God will allow us to adopt!). Mandi's lyrics are fresh, I don't know what other word to describe them. They comfort me because the lyrics of all the songs remind me that I'm not alone in this crazy Christian life.

Brooke Fraser is the most brilliant song writer and vocalist I have ever heard, so I have many random songs from random albums of hers. Her old stuff is packed with her heart (Albertine, Love Where is Your Fire?). She is so real and open from the beginning about her faith, her calling, and her God. Her new album is about real faith through others eyes (Who are We Fooling?, Crows & Locusts) She uses deep, poetic lyrics to draw the audience into a state of relaxation. While at the same time using biblical truths to make that captive audience examine their lives and see if they are missing something. By the end of every song, the audience knows that there is a Hope if they would only cry out for it.

I seriously encourage you to check out these artists!

Before Christ music had a huge impact on me. It made me feel like I wasn't alone in my sin... everyone else was joining me, so that made it ok. When I began to follow Jesus I realized that music had a huge pull on my view of the world. I had to throw away a lot of CDs and stop listening to certain radio stations. I still love Kelly Clarkson's voice and the lyrics to Adele's songs just like anyone else, but I have to be careful how much I let that stuff go into my heart. Not cheesy, but really great, followers-of-Jesus-music has been a big part of my growing in Christ and God uses it daily to form my view of the world.

Has God changed your view of music recently? What kind of music do you like?

If you check out these artists, come back here and tell me what you think of them!

Friday, May 6, 2011

English is an international language.

The more I travel, the more I see how important it is in our day to have a language that goes in between cultures. English is the first language in my culture, so you can imagine how strange it feels to travel all over and see so many different people groups yearning to learn my native language.

When I first started traveling I thought it was funny and kind of laughed at how many people wanted to speak English, because they usually have such thick accents when they make an attempt. Then I got kind of prideful and thought “Well, why wouldn’t they want to speak English? Who doesn’t want to be like America?” I knew these attitudes couldn’t be right, but I really wasn’t sure how I should feel about my language being an international tool.

Things that come naturally to me, like speaking and writing in English, are tools that the world wants to get its hands on. When we got the opportunity to come teach English here in Greece I knew that I had to get a firm grip on how I felt about people learning my language before I came, so I focused on praying that I would be a great teacher to people who are willing to learn.

Being here I’ve realized that I’m not really a great teacher.

Teaching English overseas in my experience so far mainly consists of pointing to objects or pictures for vocabulary, correcting grammar as the student is talking, and constantly encouraging the student to go further and practice what they already know. This isn’t the teaching I’ve experienced in school.

In the past month I have had the beautiful opportunity of teaching a Nigerian woman, Doris, how to read and write. Doris speaks Nigerian-English, but has never learned how to read. A friend here gave me a great book to begin teaching Doris, but if I’m honest I was very intimidated at first. I’ve never taught an illiterate person how to read! And I definitely have never taught an illiterate Nigerian how to read! So at first I didn’t pursue the lesson time very much, but it fell into place last week and I met with her for an hour. Of course, being Paige, I totally forgot to bring the book so we focused on learned some punctuation so she could understand what kind of sentence she was reading. When I tried to get her to write a few things I had shown her, she kept mentioning that she really just wanted to read. After a couple times of trying to explain that writing and reading go hand in hand, I decided to ask her why she wants to read. It sounds like a silly question to ask an illiterate person, but I could tell that there was something she wanted to read and that this was more important to her than writing. Doris took out a rough looking little bible and opened it up to Psalms. She told me that she is a believer of Jesus and she loves Psalms because it teaches her to pray (something that is so precious to my own heart!), but she can’t read them for herself. She told me she knew that it was important for her to read the Word of God and that this was her goal. I can’t explain the emotions that covered me at this point in the lesson, but I can tell you that I was humbled.

Doris wants to know how to read so she can read the Word of God.

I looked Doris in the eyes and told her that this an amazing goal and I would love to help her accomplish it. This week we met again and it again was humbling to see the joy on her face as she read a full sentence all by herself. I cannot explain the excitement that swells up in me when I think about how God chose me to be a part of Doris’ life right now. I can’t believe that He would want me, a young woman who doesn’t know how to teach, to help Doris learn to read so she can read His Word.

So far this experience has been challenging on so many levels, but I know that this specific time with Doris will stick with me forever.

Today, I want you to think about the natural gifts and abilities our Father has given you and dwell on ways you can use them for His glory. Be open to what He tells you to do as you are praying through this, and be obedient when He tells you to go and do it! Maybe you're like me and it’s as simple as using your English language as a tool in other parts of the world.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Ahhh Train Memories

Train ride #1 – 8AM from Thessaloniki to Athens (arrived in Athens at 1PM)

Train ride #2 – 12AM from Athens to Thessaloniki (arrived back in Thessaloniki at 7AM the next morning)

  • On the first train ride, Friday morning, we thought we would be able to buy food on the train. None of us ate breakfast, so we were hungry… for 5 hours. We took naps and made jokes to distract us from our hunger, but it wasn’t helping. Yeah, we ate at the first restaurant we came to in Athens. On the second bus ride back to Thessaloniki later that night, we found out that if we would have walked up and down the train we would have found the restaurant.
  • On the 2nd train ride there were 2 creepy men who wouldn’t stop staring at Sara and Holly. So Sara got really stylish and put on sweatpants with her dress so that they wouldn’t stare at her butt anymore. It didn’t really work so Kolby stayed up most of the ride home so he could glare at them. Kolby was pretty tired by the time we got back.
  • Kolby, Sara, Holly, and I all talked ghetto the whole way to Athens. I don’t know why. But I do know it’s extremely contagious. And after 5 hours, it’s obnoxious.
  • On the midnight train there was a family of 3 Greeks who had a little boy (couldn’t have been older than 3) riding on their lap. He made silly faces at us for a while until he basically fell over and went to sleep on his mom. We were praising God for the baby going to sleep… that could have been bad. Definitely a culture shock moment for me… I can’t imagine an American mom taking a child that young on a train that late!
  • Every 20 minutes, when the train would stop at a station to pick up or drop off people, the driver would come over the intercom and basically scream so that people who were sleeping would hear that it was their stop. Yeah, this made it really easy to sleep. Not.
  • On the train ride back to Thessaloniki, Holly was sleeping on two seats with the arm rests up so she would have room to lay down. When the security officer walked by, he accidentally knocked one of the metal arm rests down and it hit Holly on the back of the head, waking her up at 5 in the morning. She gave him a nasty look and when he walked back by 20 minutes later he asked her in Greek if she was ok. Of course Holly doesn’t know Greek so she just looked at him like he was crazy until he walked on. I was awake and laughing at the whole situation. J

Train rides may be beautiful and a ‘neat’ experience, but I definitely wouldn’t ever call them ‘fun’. I’d be ok with never riding a train again… it is pretty close on my scale to plane rides. And I think everyone knows how I feel about those.

trying not to look like a TOURIST

What an interesting week! This past week two American friends came to visit us here in Thess. These girls are always full of randomness so it wasn’t surprising that they decided to take a Friday trip to Athens. Of course my husband couldn’t resist a spontaneous trip so he convinced me to join them on their travel by train (one leaving for Athens at 8AM and then another train -that same day- at midnight to get back to Thessaloniki).

We took lots of pictures, rode the Metro, drank lemonade and coffee, laughed at tourists with Greeks, and ate at Hard Rock Café Athens for dinner. Although it was strange and annoying to be able to understand everyone around us again (SO MANY SNOBBY AMERICAN TOURISTS!!!) it was honestly a really exciting city to see!

As I walked around I couldn’t help but be reminded of how different Europeans are from Americans. Even if an American was dressed like a European, it was easy to point them out! Europeans are really relaxed about… well, a lot of things. They are passionate about what they are passionate about, but in everyday life they generally seem to “go with the flow” much better than the average American.

European children were climbing the Parthenon rocks when their parents were gazing into the beautiful blue sky, while American children were clinging to their parent’s sides and getting fussed at if they walked over 10 feet away. European teens were lounging around with coffee while American teens looked lost in all the culture happening around them. European YaYas were slowly strolling along the cobblestone streets while American Grandmas seemed to be running their next destination. Needless to say, it was pretty entertaining to see both people groups in action at the same time in the same place. Of course there were other continents represented, such as Asians, but I focused on the ones that I personally connect with on a daily basis. I hope I don’t sound like I’m bashing American culture. I promise I’m not! I am actually forced to turn these observations into an examination of my own self. You see, God uses these interesting experiences to have me look inward. I am a woman of anxiety. As much as I hate this and wish it would just go away in a flash, it won’t. It’s a sin that I struggle with off and on, and I have faith that one day God will completely finish healing me from fear and anxiousness (whether that’s in heaven or here on earth, I know He will). In my American culture, it’s almost applauded at times to be a person of anxiety. I was actually taught in college that, “Stress makes you see something as important. It is good to stress about exams because then you take them more seriously!” Yeah, I don’t agree with that at all. But instead of describing why I think that view is wrong, let’s focus on what we know is right.

“Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you at the proper time, casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7

“Finally brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. The things you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.” Colossians 4:8-9

I’m writing directly to my American audience when I say this…

Just because our culture tells us that it’s good to stay busy and get overwhelmed with all kinds of stuff in this life, that doesn’t mean that this is right! While working, we should work hard and with integrity, but there is a time to work and there is also a time to enjoy the day! If there is anything I have learned here in Europe, it’s that I need to chill. Take a nap, read a book, hang out with friends in the sunshine, go to a coffee shop, listen to music, do whatever it takes to have some significant down time. This is so important! If we don’t stop, then we can’t get away from the noise around us to listen to our Father who wants to whisper in His children’s ears about His plans and His peace.

So today I want to challenge you to chill. Then I want you to leave a comment, let me know how you relaxed, and tell me what God showed you during this time!

Saturday, April 16, 2011


Background: OCD Brandon and Ridiculous Kolby are in the front seat of Brandon’s car on our way to ancient Philippi.

“So Brandon, what is this "push" button for?” – Kolby

“Well that’s a great question Kolby because I have no idea.” – Brandon

“I just pushed it and nothing happened. Why would it say push if nothing is going to happen?” – Kolby

“Ya know, every time I sit on that side of the car I have tried to push that button and nothing happens. So I guess the world will never know what it's for.” – Brandon

(Kolby, pushing the button)

“It’s actually very annoying. But for some reason I never stop trying to push it. I guess I think that one day I will just push it and it will actually work.” – Brandon

(Kolby is still pushing the button)


“Wait, What?? Are you kidding me?? I’ve tried pushing that button SEVERAL times and it NEVER did ANYTHING!” – Brandon

(the whole car is laughing)

“I guess you need to be a man like me Brandon so you can push a button and turn it into a cup holder.” – Kolby

We found out later that "SEVERAL" means a lot to Brandon... I always thought that it meant like 4-7. So basically he's pushed that button a LOT. HAHA!

If you didn’t laugh, sorry I wasted your time… This was a hilarious moment in the car yesterday and I want to remember it forever! J