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Why Christians could use a little adventure (Her.meneutics)

If you stopped by from Her.meneutics, welcome!

I already started my day with an adventure: I was awakened before 4:30 a.m. by banging on our front window. This went on for a while before I sent my brave and gracious husband to go make sure it wasn’t the sexual assaulter who’s been roaming the neighborhood (and also reportedly caught, but, at 4:30 a.m., who really can be sure about these things?). It wasn’t. It was somebody named Marisol, who wanted to know if “Michael who lives upstairs” was there. This was strange, since Michael Who Lives Upstairs ostensibly lives upstairs. But she very much wanted us to let him know she stopped by.

I left a note for Michael Who Lives Upstairs inside the front door to our apartment building, letting him know Marisol was here, and I really would like to hear this story. I hope he comes and shares it with me.

Then I thought, since I already was up, I’d be a real “Proverbs 31 Woman” and read today’s Proverbs 31 devotional on Women Living Well “while it is still dark.” (That’s Proverbs 31:15— see what I’ve learned from this study?) Instead, there was a note “Unglued” by Lisa TerKeurst is out today. So I clicked through to the “Unglued” website, which is where I ran into this:

“If this is the worst thing that happens to me today, it’s still a pretty good day.”

Lysa has a pretty great Agent, if He’s all but sending people to my front door, waking me up and telling me I ought to read her book. I downloaded the audiobook. That’s how I “read” her last book, “Made to Crave,” and it was a pretty great pep talk on my hours-long commute to work each day (read my review here on Lean Girls Club). The first time through, it inspired me to spend more time exercising and thinking about what I eat. The second time, at the start of the year, it inspired me to spend more time alone with God. In short, it inspired this whole blogging-freelancing adventure.

So there you have it: adventure. You can read more about adventure, rightly considered, in my post today for Christianity Today’s Her.meneutics blog. If you live in the Chicago area, you also can buy a wedding dress with a pretty good story — on Craigslist, naturally.

An adventure doesn’t have to mean sneaking onto a set or sending your husband up a tree with a spear or getting banned for life from Disneyland and somewhat inadvertently faking a doctorate degree like the guy who wrote his own obituary this week in The Salt Lake Tribune.

“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered,” G.K.Chesterton writes in On Running after One’s Hat, as London was flooding and his Battersea neighborhood was “particularly favoured as a meeting of the waters.”

The author was in the country at the time, and imagined his neighborhood as a “vision of Venice,” or, as “perfectly poetical” as an island. He imagined running after one’s hat in the wind was no more inconvenient than running after a ball during a game or pulling on a jammed drawer; no more tiresome than tug-of-war or pulling a lifeboat from the sea.

In this way, every day is an opportunity for adventure. Every day is an opportunity to hear the sometimes inaudible voice of God: To know Him better, to discern his will.

For the rest of the story, read Why Christians could use a little adventure (Her.meneutics).

To see (or buy!) the wedding dress that started it all, read my posting on Craigslist, Elegant wedding dress (with a story!) — $200.

Also, congratulations, Obehi Janice! Random.org has picked you as the winner of my first-ever giveaway! I’ll be in touch soon to get you my review copy of “Stress Point” by Sarah Francis Martin. To purchase “Stress Point,” if you didn’t win, visit Sarah’s website.

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Photo credit: The front page today of Her.meneutics. Unglued.

#McMillion Wedding: The cake

Joel and I have been married a year this month. It doesn’t feel like its been that long. At the same time, I can’t believe we’ve condensed everything that’s happened since into 365 days! Needless to say, I’ve been thinking about all those things, all those other things we’ve learned and the party that started it all. And while the marriage part is the most important, I thought I would share a little bit of the wedding part here this month.

Cake seems like a random place to end the series. But there’s no real good way to end a series about our wedding. Because a your wedding day isn’t the end of anything. It’s just the beginning of a marriage. And that’s something I’ll br writing a lot more about for Start Marriage Right.

Enjoy the wedding. Love the marriage.

The cake survived a year in the freezer, wrapped in plastic, snapped inside a Tupperware container; not to mention, the better part of a day at the bottom of my suitcase, in the belly of a plane flying halfway across the U.S. Surprisingly, it even tasted pretty good when we unwrapped it on our first anniversary last week in Las Vegas.

But then, Joel and I started with a pretty tasty cake.

Some people want a wedding cake that looks like their pet or their favorite sports team’s logo or, say, a bear and a fox paddling a surfboard. Others want something opulent, wrapped in a cascade of tulips or all tied up in a bow with fondant ribbon. We wanted something that tasted amazing — because, really, how often do you get really great food at a wedding? And because Joel actually can tell the difference between American buttercream frosting and European buttercream frosting.

The Ednerik Bakery crafted two different cakes, dense and moist and fudgey and to the exact percentage of dark-to-milk chocolate Joel had specified. One had a dark chocolate-citrus ganache made with Grand Marnier; the other, dark chocolate-cayenne. These were sheet cakes, mind you. Sheet cakes will save you a lot of money, and nobody knows the difference when they appear from the kitchen, already cut.

The cake we cut was small and simple, white on white in alternating paisley patterns that not only tied in my rings, but also the mismatched lace tiers on my dress. Two of the three tiers were dressed-up Rice Krispie treats, another trick to save money. All had a plastic rod that ran down the middle, holding it together. This might have been good to know before we sawed through it, with great difficulty and confusion, using a borrowed cake knife.

If you enjoyed this series, you can find a link to all our wedding photos and more information about the ceremony and reception on our wedding website. And then read all my posts for Start Marriage Right, or other marriage-related articles I’ve pinned on Pinterest, because, really, the plans you make for your life together, while not the most photogenic, are the most important!

Read all posts in the “#McMillion Wedding” series here.

Cake: Ednerik Bakery, St. Charles, Ills.

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Photo credit: All wedding photos by the incomparable Shauna Bittle. Squiggles divider by IROCKSOWHAT.

#McMillion Wedding: Flowers

Joel and I have been married a year this month. It doesn’t feel like its been that long. At the same time, I can’t believe we’ve condensed everything that’s happened since into 365 days — not even! Needless to say, I’ve been thinking about all those things, all those other things we’ve learned and the party that started it all. And while the marriage part is the most important (and I have the privilege of sharing some of that now on Start Marriage Right), I thought I would share a little bit of the wedding part here this month.

Enjoy the wedding. Love the marriage.

Jenny Baermann of Petal caught the vision and ran with it. And that vision was: Balls.

That meant yellow carnation flower balls hanging in the entrance at our church and from the first two pews, reserved for family. That meant pomanders of yellow daisies and mums for two of my bridesmaids, and “billy ball” boutonnieres for the groom and groomsmen. (Since the bridesmaids all wore their own mismatched, yellow dresses, we also mismatched their bouquets, each with a different flower from mine: The others carried  a small, classic bouquet of garden roses and a presentation-style bouquet of yellow snapdragons.)

My bouquet also had daisies and mums and billy balls and garden roses and snapdragons in yellows and whites, all tied together with twine and yellow pom-pom ball ribbon I’d brought to Jenny and said, “What can you do with this?” Magic, apparently. Snapdragons long have been my favorite flower; my Polish great-grandmother used to grow them in her suburban Chicago backyard. We’d make them talk. I wasn’t really one of those little girls who dreamed of growing up and getting married, but if ever I did, the one thing I had planned was I would carry snapdragons. My mom had carried daisies at her wedding. And billy balls and succulents are my two new favorites. Probably because they are the only two plants I can keep alive in my home (and, to be fair, billy balls look as good dried as they do alive).

We stuck to the same flowers in mismatched centerpieces at the reception in Mason jars, grouped with books and saints candles and succulents in tiny-size jars.

Read all posts in the “#McMillion Wedding” series here.

Flowers: Petal, Chicago.

Photo credit: All wedding photos by the incomparable Shauna Bittle. Squiggles divider by IROCKSOWHAT.

#McMillion Wedding: THE DRESS

Joel and I will be married a year this month. It doesn’t feel like its been that long. At the same time, I can’t believe we’ve condensed everything that’s happened since into 365 days! Needless to say, I’ve been thinking about all those things, all those other things we’ve learned and the party that started it all. And while the marriage part is the most important (and I have the privilege of sharing some of that now on Start Marriage Right), I thought I would share a little bit of the wedding part here this month.

Enjoy the wedding. Love the marriage.

There weren’t any tears when I tried on The Dress.

Actually, I think my bridesmaids got misty over the dress I tried on after The Dress. We were shopping at a Rivini trunk show at Ultimate Bride in Chicago, and the two dresses were nearly identical. The difference was the one that evoked tears had a trumpet skirt, which was a little too elegant and formal for my tastes, especially when I had big s’mores-making plans for my wedding day. They could loosen it around the hips a little, make the flare a little more gradual, the saleswoman suggested.

Well, then, wouldn’t that pretty much be the dress I just tried on, I asked?

I tried that one on again. Oh, yeah, everybody agreed. Just get that.

It had 119 buttons; 27, functional. But they came together pretty quick. The only real dress mishap was at my second fitting, when I took a straight pin to a vein in my ankle and spurted gory, horror movie amounts of blood all over The Dress. You’d never know it, though. The alterations team at Ultimate Bride are champs. And my bridesmaid Kristin, who had come with me, and I got cupcakes at Sprinkles afterward, which make everything better.

Read all posts in the “#McMillion Wedding” series here.

Dress: Rivini.
Bridal salon: Ultimate Bride, Chicago.
First aid: Sprinkles

Photo credit: All wedding photos by the incomparable Shauna Bittle. Squiggles divider by IROCKSOWHAT.

One.

One year ago today, all this happened. I was so excited when our pastor asked,

“Will you have this man to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

I shouted, “I will!” before he had finished the question.

I still am every bit as excited to be married to this man.

Read all posts in the “#McMillion Wedding” series here.

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Photo credit: All wedding photos by the incomparable Shauna Bittle. Squiggles divider by IROCKSOWHAT.