A Pastoral Visit, by Susie Mey
There is surely something special about people who invest their lives into the lives of others in a very real way. My husband and I were not only trained under Pastor Dale in international campus ministry, we were also mentored by him when it came to things like disagreements in our marriage, our personal relationship with Jesus, and the sinful state of our hearts. To have someone who lives to see you and others walk into the life God destined for you is amazing. Greg and I feel incredibly blessed to have him as a part of our lives. God used him (among others) to bring about the supernatural thing we call our marriage. He married us in a lovely ceremony 2.5 years ago.
So, it was a pleasure when he and his family paid us a visit this past week, and what a needed visit it was. I felt really dry in the faith department. The kinda faith that “moves mountains”. He spoke a message, which I know was directly from the heart of God, that spoke faith into everyone that heard it. It made me realize that simple faith in Christ, and relying on His grace, is needed everyday, every hour. Without it, we can’t live an overcoming life. We also invited him to speak to our students (of the Friday Night Bible Study) at the University of Maryland Baltimore County. Thirty students attended the meeting. Many rededicated their lives to Jesus, and many stuck around late for Q+A. It was an awesome, awesome time.
Before God called Pastor Dale into full-time ministry, he wanted to be a veterinarian. So on Monday we went to the National Aquarium in Baltimore — Dhara’s first time! Bless her heart, and her curiosity!
An Aunt is a Lovely Thing, by Susie Mey
Once upon a time, there lived an Aunt Beth. Aunt Beth had a niece named Dhara. One week, Aunt Beth decided to visit her niece for a few days. They played and played and played. Dhara loved her Aunt Beth dearly and greatly missed her when she left for her home at the beach. Dhara had a blast playing with her aunt and gallivanting around town together.
As a birthday gift, Dhara took her Aunt Beth to downtown Baltimore to a snazzy bead shop called Beadazzled so that her Aunt Beth could design herself a necklace from the many beautiful beads found there. They also went to a local farm and saw sheep, goats, cows, piglets, chicks, and 2 huge bunnies. Dhara’s mom was in the mood for some of Twins Polish Boleslawiec Pottery, so they all headed to Aunt Beth’s old stomping grounds of Bowie to the Shops at Fabian House and some other antique shops. Dhara’s mom also often frequented those shops when she lived in Bowie too. Dhara’s mom picked up a Polish plate to add to her beloved collection, while Aunt Beth got an antique Maryland license plate to add to her own collection. And lastly, Dhara got to introduce Aunt Beth to her 3 little woodland cousinlies in New Jersey. Aunt Beth is super great with little ones, so the 3 woodland cousinlies loved her too. They all played and had chocolate cake together. The End.
Cousinlies, by Susie Mey
As a young child, I always cherished the days spent with my older cousins. I remember my Ohio cousins driving to Maryland every year in their wagon bearing gifts of coloring books, stories, good laughs and secret cash — my aunt would secretly pull me aside before she left, take my hand, and fill it with a folded up $20 dollar bill — how surreptitiously exciting for a small child like me!
So you can probably see why I was excited to take Dhara to meet more of her little cousins for the first time and begin the tradition of summers together, slumber parties near a cozy fireplace, lemonade stands and their dear Betty Aunty reading them books like Anne of Green Gables. It was the sweetest thing to see these four lasses together. Also had the tastiest venison burger ever for dinner. I wish I had one right now. More photos here.
Red Mango, by Susie Mey
It’s the season we’re in. A season of babies. We went to Long Island, New York for my cousin’s baby shower. The highlight of this trip was seeing Dhara as the most pleasant, smiley baby ever. I just love this little girl to pieces. She didn’t mind at all being passed around and around and around. She gave great big smiles to everyone, and wasn’t the least bit homesick. Maybe it’s that Karingatal blood in her — really gregarious people, my maternal side is.
My cousin told me about a yogurt place in Manhattan called Red Mango. I am such a sucker for trying new yogurts or really great frozen yogurt places, which, by the way, are popping up all over the place. (And I don’t mean TCBY). We wanted to go to Red Mango, but for the sake of saving time (to get back home at a decent hour) we passed the savory offer. But wouldn’t you know… Our GPS, funny systems these things are, took us right through Manhattan and right passed Red Mango, which, by the way, we didn’t stop at because we were so caught up in all the hubwub of Manhattan traffic and stylish folks streaming out of every direction, that we missed it in the blink of an eye. Just like that. Boo.