Monthly Archives: February 2010

Last weekend, last year. . .

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Kyera and I were flown to Nashville from our humble apartment in Orlando. It was the fruit of a back and forth correspondence with a potential new/old employer that started with a message on Multiply from one of my former bosses that greeted me in my Inbox on New Year’s Day 2009: “We might have an opening for you in Nashville. Hope it works out.”

I was so ecstatic at the possibility that I cried as I read the message on my phone. A flurry of emails, direct messaged tweets, and a few phone calls later, Kyera and I boarded a plane the third weekend of February last year and headed out on an adventure with the hope that life would change for us.

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Missing Menudo

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I’ve never thought of myself as a cook so it’s one skill that I’m definitely not passing on to Kyera. You know how most moms have family recipes passed down through generations that they pass on to their daughters who will then pass them on to their daughters? Not happening here. At best, Kyera will learn how to not burn eggs and not make things explode in the microwave. And how to be an early adopter of things online.

At the beginning of 2010, I suddenly had a craving for menudo and actually Googled a recipe. Without over thinking—and eventually changing my mind—I wrote down the ingredients, minus the traditional chickpeas, tripe, bell peppers and chorizo de bilbao (sausage). (K and I don’t like the first 3 and I didn’t know where to find chorizo.)

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The cold outside our door

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The bitter, beautiful cold outside our door

The cold outside our door

We made it through our first Winter Storm in Nashville! It’s been equal parts freezing, boring, and fun. I took this and some other pictures and was reminded of how easily cold can sit comfortably outside our hearts, waiting for a bitter thought to pry open a window or a door to our souls, and leave us as cold on the inside.

“I tithe! Why are you not blessing me financially?”

“I read my Bible everyday. Why are you not answering my prayers?”

“Um, God, I’m still sick. Haven’t you noticed?”

The list goes on and on.

No wonder why Paul reminds Timothy to “fan (his faith) into flame”.

May I fall in love with God more and more each day regardless of how He makes and allows each one to unfold.