Have you ever heard those crazy stories of people stowing away on airplanes? Didn't a kid make it to Hawaii once or something like that? Obviously he didn't have a ticket. Well, I flew without a ticket one time. I didn't stowaway. My rear was firmly planted in a seat. But I didn't have a ticket. How did that happen, you may ask? Well, you can read the unbelievable story over at Petit Elefant. It's the first time I've ever written about the crazy experience. Please join me over there and share any crazy travel stories you have!
Why, hello, friends. Hope you are having a fantastic Tuesday. I don't know why I'm feeling particularly chipper today. Yesterday was emotionally exhausting. Maybe I'll tell you about it, but not today. Today let's talk about some behind the scenes goings on that's been happening the past several months. I say behind the scenes, because I haven't much discussed it here. If you're interested in what in the world Jen Price is up to besides family and crafting, then let's dive it together, shall we?
I've just come out of a month long mini sabbatical. The purpose was to figure out, with God, what this next season of my life is supposed to look like. I stepped out of running the accounting, because it was time. It was probably overdue, but nevertheless it finally happened. Instead of diving right into something else, I took a month to seek God and get some direction.
He gave it to me by taking me back to a simple question that two different people asked us eight years ago when we moved to S. Africa.
Who's caring for the carers?
When there's children to feed, homes to be built, and lives to save, it's easy to forget the simple act of just caring for those doing all the feeding, building, and saving. I've never forgotten that question. It's like it has stayed at the back of mind, creating a nice little home there. It's not leaving, so it's time I embrace it.
I think the only reason it's taken me this long to embrace it is that it's not as glamorous as going and holding beautiful babies every single day. It's not something that's easy to write about in a newsletter, but it's who I am, so I'm diving in. I'm embracing the "non-glamorous."
Which means what?
I thought and prayed long and hard about my flavor of caring for people. What does it look like? When I look at the definition of equip (supply with the necessary items for a particular purpose or task), I realize that they could have just entered my name there. My mind thinks like an equipper. I love helping people see what they need to do their job with excellence and succeed. This looks like meetings with people, writing out lists, categorizing, and helping people make a plan that works for them. That's one aspect.
The second flavor of me caring for people looks like hosting special events. I've posted the events we've put on. Truth is, I love it. I love the gathering of ideas, the prep, seeing the lightness that happens deep down in the soul from simply coming together and having fun. It's needed.
Basically my days are filled with connecting with people, browsing Pinterest for ideas on the next party (you should see what we're planning), and being a mama. It's amazing how much you can learn about yourself and who you are. You don't arrive with age. There's always more hidden in the depths if we're willing to seek it out.
PS: When you don't have a photo that fits with a post, just insert flowers. It works.
My kids started a new school (that reminds me that I need to post about that!), so when I sat down to write a post about teaching my children to be a good friend, I kept thinking about how helpful that would be for kids having to navigate new territory. It's quite simple, I think, this being a good friend business. I believe it's boiled down to love. My Tommy Nelson post this month is featured over at Faith Gateway, so join me over there and leave your thoughts on how you teach your children to be a good friend!
Wax on. Wax off.
Now let's go paint the fence.
If you had only one day to spend in a city like Dublin, what would you do? You might remember my post about our one day in Dublin. I'm also sharing about it over at Petit Elefant. Please join me over there to see the highlights of what we did there!
Over the Christmas holidays, we had the pleasure of hosting Jeremy's parents and youngest brother for a couple of weeks. One of those weeks we spent in Durbin at the beach. It's still hard for my Northern Hemisphere mind to wrap itself around a beach holiday during Christmas, but it's what you do here in S. Africa. I'm happy to oblige, but it's still just so weird.
One day we went to a cultural show / reptile farm. I've had a few encounters with snakes, but I've never been one to want to hold one. Our guide was so great and informative that we just went with his offer to hold a snake. I must have been out of my mind to trust a stranger to tell me it would be fine for my kids to hold a snake, a big snake.
No one got bit or constricted, but let's not ever do that again.
We really do live in a beautiful country. Despite that, I've always found it extremely difficult to associate potholes with a thing of beauty. I grew up in a town where there might have been more potholes than people. But, alas! The Bourke's Luck Potholes are amazingly beautiful. I love that we have such scenic loveliness all over our neck of the woods. Join me over at Petit Elefant where I talk about the lovely things you can look forward to at this hotspot.
This post is, like, so last year. It actually is. But remember that two or three month hiatus when I wasn't around? Life still went on. Things still happened, and now you get to hear about them. :)
We had our second annual Love Feast last November. I love this tradition! Our leadership team here in S. Africa serves a meal to all of our staff and then afterwards we get to enjoy all the talent that our crew possesses. It's fabulous.
We hosted it in my backyard. Our numbers were small at that time of year, so it was a perfect, intimate spot AND no one saw our decorating until they arrived.
The tables were simple...white tablecloths, white taper candles, and pink bougainvillea (that stuff is everywhere here, but it's perfect for our parties). I loved the dessert...a selection of truffles! So fun!
Then we get to the talent portion. Sorry, friends, but these photos will now be out there. Michael Jackson dancing, cultural dancing, 80's dancing? What? You guys were the ones wearing those
I stepped waaaay out of my comfort zone when our team that works with training here in SA did a mash up. The grand finale? Me, lip syncing DJ Khaled's All I Do Is Win. No one got a photo with my camera so there's proof here, but I swear I did it.
Here's to celebrating life with a few laughs and looking ridiculous!