A deep breath

The other night I got to go to a book signing where Ann Voskamp was speaking and kicking off her tour with her brand new book, “The Broken Way.”

The day was packed… get Elisa up and out the door, get myself out the door, a busy morning at work, an awesome afternoon of ministry at the University, back to the office to wrap things up before picking up dinner quick on the way to Elisa’s playoff volleyball game and leaving right as the last point was put on the board to drive 25 minutes to arrive just as the Q&A part was ending.  I wondered if it was worth adding this one more thing in, worth the 25 minute drive, worth what ended up being almost a 15-hour day away from home.  But as I settled in to hear the last moments of Ann speak, the doubts began to fade.  The fade continued as I found a seat next to a dear friend and we finally had time to sit, be still, be near each other and truly hear each other, to share life together as we waited for the book signing line to dwindle.  A chance to breathe deep and gather strength for the next thing. 

And then now, a few days later, after another crazy day of looking around at so much brokenness and pain in the world in general and the lives of people I love, I finally crack open that signed book and these words meet me:

“Rebekah, never be afraid of broken things… He is redeeming everything.” 

And I continue on through chapter 1 and know this book will be a deep breath each time I break it open:

“Hannah tasted salty tears of infertility. Elijah howled for God to take his life.  David asked his soul a thousand times why it was so downcast.  God does great things through the greatly wounded.  God sees the broken as the best and sees the best in the broken and He calls the wounded to be the world changers.” (Pg 24)

And I think of little Aiden and Hezekiah, little guys in hospitals right now, recovering from surgeries … and dream of the ways they will change the world… and maybe they already have. 

And two dear friends who both headed to Wisconsin this week; two different stories of sick parents, one entering hospice, the other struggling with complications with cancer… God sees the broken hearts of my friends and meets them there.

And if you try to turn on the news or glance at a paper, my heart hurts for the brokenness that seems to bleed on every page, every story.

And the days I ask why or how or what in the world I am doing on this earth…

So on the awesome days and the hard days, and simply the long, crazy, running from thing to thing days, this truth gives grace and space to breathe deep: 

“The seed breaks to give us the wheat. The soil breaks to give us the crop, the sky breaks to give us the rain, the wheat breaks to give us the bread. And the bread breaks to give us the feast. … never be afraid of a broken thing.  … Brokenness can make an abundance.” (Pg. 25-26)

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Mondays are for… 

So I’m so glad that Sundays are for pancakes and games and hanging out because Mondays are often for not really seeing each other at all.  Today I dropped Elisa off at school at 7:40 this morning and just saw her for the first time since then when I peeked in her room to say hi when I got home from choir rehearsal at 10:15pm. Occasionally we’d see each other quick at a volleyball game or dinner if it wasn’t a game day, but otherwise this is reality for Mondays… one more reason to be thankful for Sundays. 🙂 

But, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that a little time apart is probably good for us too. As a “single mom” and with only two of us in the house, it’s probably a good thing we have some time for ourselves … me when I’m home while she’s at school on Mondays and her while I’m at choir.  Still, one of my favorite parts of Mondays is coming home from choir and despite wanting to crawl right into bed, staying up and hearing about her day.  So thankful she’s willing to share. 

Sundays are for pancakes…

Forced family fun…

Maybe that was/is a thing in your house and maybe not, but whoever first made it up: I think you’re brilliant.  Thankfully not much “forcing” is necessary when implementing this in the Freed/Heldarskard home.  The fact that there are so many “American” things to explore and do with Elisa makes this a little easier as well.  

And fall… well it means pumpkin carving!  We had a great time yesterday creating these guys who have been affectionately named Stalin and Fred… you can decide who is who 🙂 


We were originally going to do the whole pumpkin patch adventure, but spending 4 times the amount of money on a much smaller pumpkin, and about 4 times the amount of travel time to be outside on a very windy cold fall day when we didn’t really have much time anyway, we opted for the “cultural experience” of a first visit to Trader Joes.

Then we headed back home, made some homemade hot chocolate and started carving. 

Today we had a great evening.  Sundays are officially (yes, officially) pancake day in the Freed/Heldarskard house.  We love both American and Faroese pancakes and have decided to enjoy some every week in one form or another.  Some families have “Pizza Fridays”; We have “Pancake Sundays”!   


Tonight we followed up dinner with an intense game of Uno… complete with a merging of ways to play to create a new set of “house rules”.  Halfway through dinner I posted this challenge on Instagram… 


As you can see, she accepted the challenge… and the proceeded to kick my butt…. and then took pictures of me and laughed at me while I did the dishes.  

Yea… 

Sundays are for pancakes

and bacon

and ‘forced’ family fun

and dishes 

and laughter… 

Let’s do this week!  

“Don’t wake me up”

Last night Elisa was telling me about her psychology class.  At some point this week they got in a conversation about times that people wake up.  The teacher said, “So for school days many of you maybe get up at 6 or 6:30 or for some of you 7 or later.  But we don’t typically get up at 6 on a Saturday. What time do we get up on a Saturday?”  Elisa’s response of “2”not only made the teacher pause but many of her classmates too. But yes, it’s true.  Without anything she has to be up for, 2 p.m. is about the earliest I’ll see my daughter appear from her room.  It can be later.  

You can imagine that this probably doesn’t make school day mornings very easy to get up for her.  Despite many alarms set it’s normally not until we go through a whole routine of things that she actually gets out of bed and out the door.  All with the flip of a switch!

First of all, can we just pause at the irony that her alarm is the chorus of a song that just says “Don’t wake me up” over and over again.  On days like today when it plays for 30 minutes while I’m up getting ready, it cracks me up to hear it over and over and over again.  

When it’s ACTUALLY time that she NEEDS to be out of bed, I become very thankful for our apartment’s entry way light.  Elisa’s bedroom has a window into that entry way which means despite the sun not coming up as early in the morning I can somewhat suddenly simulate that without blinding her so much with her room light that she just hides under the covers and goes back to sleep. 

A few knocks, warnings that Caitlin will be here in 10 minutes, and when necessary standing in the door way until her feet touch the floor, and we’re we’re good to go. Of course many days it’s not that complicated and she actually gets up on her on, but it’s nice to have a plan when we need it! 

Now, off to wake her up for the second time today … 

Senior Night!

More (better) pictures to come once we actually get them from the coach but here are a few from Senior night at Volleyball…


I love this girl so much and have loved watching her play! 

And now… some preparation for the next sports seasons… 



… or maybe she should just do track?!? 

P.S. She told me my Faroese sounded good just now when I told her ‘Goodnight’.  WIN! 

What being a mom has taught me about serving others

One of the greatest joys of this whole host family process has been the chance to serve someone else daily, perhaps multiple times a day.  For example, while Elisa is perfectly capable of packing her own lunch, and some days does, I enjoy serving her in this small way.  

It also is a way I actually can help toward the process of getting a teenager out the door halfway on time in the morning.  I can’t control the rest of her rushed morning routine, but I can make her lunch.   This is just one of many ways being “mom” has taught me about serving others: I can’t do everything but I can figure out what my role is and serve wholeheartedly there, doing my small part. 

Also, parent to a teenager provides an everconstant reminder that servants are often overlooked and undervalued.  While we all experience this ourselves in different ways, it’s a great reminder to be more grateful for the people who serve ME and to keep my eyes open for what others do that may often go unnoticed.  

It’s also a great mirror for my motive behind serving and an attitude check in the midst of it.  I have a few choices when serving someone doesn’t go as I planned.  I may go out of my way to make sure dinner is waiting for her when she home from a volleyball game on a day I won’t be there to make something.  Then, instead of eating what I make she invites friends over, makes pancakes (along with a big mess in the kitchen).  I have some choices to make… I can either let myself get worked up or frustrated that my efforts were in vain and seemingly unnoticed. OR I can be grateful that she seems to understand the value of having people over… that she IS self-sufficient enough to make dinner… that she did promise before I even got home that she’d clean everything up… that she feels comfortable enough here to invite people into our home. (…and that’s she’s okay with leftovers and I don’t have to think about what to cook for tomorrow night 🙂 ). I can get frustrated or I can get grateful.   

As I mentioned before, it shines a light on my motives and expectations… why was I making her dinner in the first place… was I doing it simply out of love and care for her or was I doing it to gain some kind of approval or affirmation. (Most likely in this case I was doing it because providing food for my kid is kind of important haha).  But in the bigger picture of serving anyone, when I’m left frustrated often I can trace it back more to my own unrealistic expectations or motivations, more so than anything someone else did or didn’t do. 

I’m sure Jesus felt unnoticed and undervalued all the time as He served people all around Him.  He would do great things for them… even miraculous things, and they’d forget a few days later.  If nothing else, there’s the whole fact we often forget that, well, He DIED for us.  How quickly we forget that huge, ultimate act of service.  Not being noticed is part of the deal in serving, I think.  But Jesus kept focused on His purpose.   God’s Word even tells us that serving people WAS his whole purpose in coming… that He didn’t come to be served but to serve and give His life.  When we can keep our purpose in view as we serve, we are able to leave the frustration and bitterness out of the picture. 
Serving someone in the role of mom has also taught me so much about developing others in servanthood.  While Elisa’s parents already did all the hard work on this part, I get to continue to help build on what they’ve done to grow her into someone with a heart to serve others. I pray that if I have more children of my own in the future what I’m learning now will help me in the early stages as well.  

Above all, serving Elisa has reminded me of the sacrificial and unconditional love of Jesus for me.  In the end, I love and care for Elisa.  No matter what happened yesterday, I can joyfully get up and serve her today because of that love.  Even greater is the love of Jesus and even more perfect.  As humans it’s easy for us to carry around a list of past offenses, to let things build up overtime and become more and more bitter and frustrated. But Jesus, His mercies never come to an end, they new every morning. His faithfulness is great and His love is steadfast (Lamentations 3:22-23). 

Jesus as we serve others, in whatever role we may serve them, may our mercy and compassion be new this day.  Free us from any frustration of past days and set our hearts on love.  May you give us opportunities to serve out of that love with no other motives.  May we be faithful to the places you’ve called us to serve even on the days it gets hard.  May we seek to glorify you and not worry about being noticed or appreciated by anyone else.  Show us the purpose you have for our lives and use that to joyfully prompt acts of service in our lives out of your grace. Above all, thank you for serving us, each and every day, and ultimately in the giving of your life. What great love!  Help us rest in and live out of that love today. In Jesus’ name, Amen

On Plants and Parenting

At our host family orientation for AFS, one of the activities involved looking at a bunch of small plants and describing all the difference.  The cacti ware different than the leafy plants different still from the flowering ones. And even within a variety of categories each plant on the table was still unique… different colors, shapes, etc.  

We used these plants to discuss difference in the teenagers who would be coming to join each of our homes.  Even putting aside the fact that they’re coming from different cultures and countries, each student is already unique with their own personality, experiences, and outlook on life.  

While some common things are needed to help plants grow… water, light, air, etc… each plant is unique.  Some plants need direct sunlight while others need shade. Something like grass needs water multiple times a day when it first starts growing from seeds. while other plants… well let’s just say I might have killed a few plants with too much water.  Different temperatures and climates also help various plants thrive. 

Once again, the same is true of the students who came through AFS this year.  All need attention, love, food, support, shelter, encouragement, and more. But it’s not a one-size-fits all thing.  What works for one student doesn’t work for others.  The key is paying attention and being intentional.

Throughout this year my little plant on the kitchen counter, taken home from that first host parent orientation, has reminded me of that.  


Thankfully it’s a pretty forgiving plant.  It needs attention but seems to bounce back pretty well if it gets neglected.  However not without a few lost leaves.  Like my relationship with Elisa I must pay attention to it, watching for signs when more care is necessary.  I must be intentional about not letting things go on auto-pilot as we go through the year and find some routines. I must take time each day to water our relationship.  I must be attentive to areas in her life where a little extra care and attention would be helpful.  I must help get rid of any “dead leaves” between us so new ones can thrive. 

I can’t help but think this morning about how God does the same with his children.  Each of us are created in His image, yet unique.  He doesn’t treat us all with cookie cutter responses.  Rather, He carefully tends our hearts and minds with intentionality based upon what He knows we each need.  He gives a little more water or a little less sun; He prunes when necessary even if it hurts Him to see us Hurt.  The Master Gardener knows exactly what we need today. Not only does He know what we need, He will provide.

So many great reminders to start a new week all from one little plant on the kitchen counter.