The Ah-nold, baby

Some say Arnold and I look alike... you be the judge.

Some say Arnold and I look alike… you be the judge.

Last week Friday, I had the pleasure of having one of the funnest (not a word… still using it) days I’ve had in a long time (I should clarify…. with friends. MaK, every day with you, I have fun). Myself, Brent Kruithof, the genius behind Fly Up Fitness and a great friend of mine and another good friend, Jordan Stone went to the Arnold Classic and Fitness Expo in Columbus, OH. To give a little background on the event, there are just as many competitors in The Arnold that compete in the Olympics (18,000)… crazy, huh? Body building, weightlifting, gymnastic, table tennis, and a host of other events are put on at the event and it is quite a spectacle. Also, every fitness company known to man is there promoting their products and thus the reason we were so intrigued with attending. Lets just say the Arnold did not disappoint.

Actually, not disappointing is an understatement. The Arnold brought tears of joy and laughter in many unexpected ways. I’ve never seen THAT amount of fake tan on one person (times a million), decorative work-out thong apparel and muscle-clad men who could barely walk their thighs were so huge. It was like endless entertainment everywhere we looked.

Besides the awesome people watching, I was first and foremost there to help my friend Brent who is in the middle of trying to market, produce, and sell a fitness product that he has designed. Check out the Fly Up here. We thought The Arnold would help give some insight, possible encouragement and a feel for the industry. I will admit though, as soon as we entered the expo I felt like a kid in a candy shop. So many supplements for free!!! It was like ultimate trick-or-treating for weight lifters. I found myself wanting to bag as much free stuff as I could and actually a little embarrassed about how giddy I was each time I acquired a new supplement for free. They probably could have given me a bag of rocks and I would have been just as thrilled putting it into my newly acquired (also free), something-fitness-branded, cheap drawstring bag. I didn’t even care what they were handing out, I wanted them all.

After a couple hours of pillaging the expo I started to think about the cost that each company assumes to give all of this stuff away in the hopes that the consumer will pick their product over another. This type of marketing has worked on me. I use supplements that have been given to me for free, I’ve tried them out, liked them, and continued using them because they worked and I was satisfied with the results. I still couldn’t help but be overwhelmed though with the amount of money these companies were spending to give things away in hopes of acquiring new customers. Someone was shelling out a lot of money to put this free stuff in my bag but I didn’t care as long as I got my free supplements.

This experience stuck with me over the weekend and into Sunday. Our Bible study on Sunday focused around the cost or debt for our salvation. Yes, we are forgiven and yes we have been saved from our sin but the cost for the debt to be paid was high. So often I view the forgiveness for my sins as something that was free. It is freely given by God but the cost of my sins bore a heavy price. I don’t usually take into consideration the payment for my forgiveness, I just freely except that I am forgiven. For one reason or another, being at the Arnold reminded me that someone is bearing the cost for me to receive these free supplements. The Lord has taken my punishment of sin onto himself and even though I am forgiven it came at an ultimate cost. I like the thought of being freely forgiven but when I look at what it cost my Lord it gives me a new sense of purpose and wanting to worship.

“Jesus paid it all, so all to him I owe.”

Ross

Me First, Please

Maebyn's been working on her selfishness this week too. Starting with her obsessive headband collection.

Maebyn’s been working on her selfishness this week too. Starting with her obsessive headband collection.

Staying at home with my daughter and just being a parent in general has brought a lot of things to light in my life. I think I’ve mentioned it before but I’m still coming to terms with how selfish I can be. I can blame some of my selfishness on our culture, some to human nature, but most just falls on the fact that most of us at the core of who we are believe we are the most important. We believe a story that focuses around us and our needs. My dad use to remind me of the profound idea that “the universe doesn’t center around me” or, my personal favorite, “it must be a burden knowing everything.” Although I didn’t appreciate it then, I actually see that on some level during some circumstances, I actually believed these ideas and I still do even today. Hey, I’m working on it.

I’ve seen these things play out in my marriage with uncomfortable regularity. My wife is very a very diligent hard worker. She’s worked for everything and is careful with our money. I have repeatedly given her a hard time when she wants to buy things and have heaped burdens onto her for wanting certain things that I may not deem necessary. I, on the other hand, have no trouble spending money on myself, it’s actually quite easy. And I’m fairly good at it. I’ve found it’s so much easier to worry about my needs rather than elevating someone else’s above my own. I see this tendency revealed even in doing simple chores. Most of the things I do, I expect something in return. Even if its a simple thank you (or a national parade, letter from the President – I’m not picky), I’m still looking for my own self to be recognized for the things I do for others and when that’s not the outcome, I feel wronged.

What I want to strive for is doing for others just because that is what I feel the Lord leading me to do. No expectations, no need for repayment, and definitely no national parade in celebration of my feats. I’ve bought into the lie that relationships are entered into when there is something that can benefit me. I want to be someone that freely enters into relationships with people where I may not gain or receive anything and be OK with it. We all need each other and if we are only interested in our own personal gains than how can we can truly be a blessing to anyone?

The reason for this post is that ever since I started this blog random people have been asking me to mention, promote, or partner with their businesses. Obviously, my audience is pretty limited and not really that focused so I haven’t known how to respond to them. I haven’t even concocted a plan on how I could benefit from doing it, so I’m not sure how they will either. Regardless of all that, I’ve felt compelled to at least try and help those who ask for my little assistance. Paul Serra, the owner of the domain CustomOnIt.com, asked if I would mention his new website in the hopes of driving more traffic. They’re a young company, trying to gain some interest, with some pretty cool products (personalized sweatbands, anyone?). My first thought was, embarrassingly enough, what can I get out of this? I desperately don’t want this to be my mindset when someone asks for my help and that is why I’m asking you guys to check out his website. Paul is not giving me anything to write this post and I do not want anything in return. My hope is that some of you check out his site and maybe even use his services.

My wife and I had a long talk last night about what it really means to change the course of your life/lifestyle/family and how (pretty much always) these tasks seem way too big to undertake. We overwhelm ourselves with the “how”, “when” and “what” questions – thinking that we need to come to some epiphany that will propel us into endless action of “right doings”. False. At least that’s how we feel. More often then not, it’s making one right decision in hopes that it propels a bigger goal or purpose. My father-in-law always says “Just do the next right thing”.

Conquering selfishness isn’t going to happen tomorrow, but today a new friend gets a free plug. Best of luck, Paul. I wish I would have found CustomOnIt.com back in my competitive intramural dodgeball days. We totally would have had custom “Man Candy” sweat headbands.

Till next time,

Ross

Oh Sparty…

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Today was a day all geared around getting Maebyn tired so this “stay at home dad” could peacefully enjoy the Michigan State vs. Indiana game. I planned out the whole day so she would be well rested , fed and ready for bed by around tip off. I had planned to let her watch the first ten minuets with me just so I could start prepping her for where her allegiances will fall. She only made it about five minuets in though.I thought, no biggie, cause she went down wearing Spartan green.

Needless to say, the game didn’t end up the way I wanted it to(make your free throws MSU and we win the gam).Maebyn woke up with about 3 minuets left in the game so I spent the better half of the last two minuets trying to calm a crying baby and control my ever increasing emotions all at the same time. Thank goodness she can’t understand what I say yet because controlling my emotions when MSU should have won by 5 but ended up losing by 4 didn’t come easy, actually at all. I didn’t see the entire debacle though because I was making a bottle, changing a diaper, and looking for a passi. Oh, the joys of parenting… And being an MSU fan.

Although we didn’t win it was fun watching the game with her. It will be fun passing down my love of MSU, The Tigers, and the ever embarrassing Lions to her. We may live in Ohio but one thing is for sure, she will be a MSU, Tigers, and Lions fan. She has no choice in the matter. I love the fact that as a parent you get to pass things on to your kids. I love sports and I can’t wait to share them with my kids. Whether they love sports or not we will be making memories for years to come in cheering on these teams, just because they are dads teams.

Thank goodness Maebyn is to young to remember this game. I take solace in the fact that neither will MSU fans come March. So here’s to a deep tournament run in March and to passing on my love of Sparty to my kids. Maebyn’s fast asleep now, proudly clad in the Green and White, after watching the game with dad and that’s more important to me than a win.

To Sparty,

Ross

It’s gotta be compelling

20130218-202043.jpgMy mind is constantly turning, thinking, analyzing, and dreaming. Sometimes when I’m watching Maebyn I find myself off in la-la land while she rolls circles around the floor, just thinking about life and its many mysteries (yikes, I need to be more careful sometimes, she is getting mobile). Today is no different and I feel like I’ve been kind of off the grid, not in reality but lost in thought. I don’t know if this post will make sense or if anyone will relate but this is what has been looming on my mind today.

Just last week we started another session of Story Formed Life. I’m not going to get into what SFL is but essentially it tells the “story” of the gospel in a way that has transformed my way of thinking. Has it been a lot of new information? Not really, but it has allowed me to view life from a whole different perspective. It has highlighted the power of stories and the profound effect that they have on our lives/beliefs. So what’s been on my mind all day? Well, I’ve been wondering what the story of my life is telling people and more importantly, how is it shaping my family.

You can tell a lot about priorities, values, beliefs, and what we hold to be important by the way we live our lives. Our decisions and actions don’t define who we are but they give a pretty accurate picture of where our hearts are. Everyday our lives are telling a story. So I ask myself, what story is my life telling, is my story compelling, and is it one that when I’m gone, my kids want to tell because it’s strengthened and encouraged them? These are the things I want to strive for. A faith and reliance on God that is compelling and life changing.

One of my good friends, Jordan Stone, is leading his family through something that comprises just what I explained above. Click Here to read his families blog. They are currently in the middle of a “sabbath year”. What’s a sabbath year? Well, read the blog and you’ll better understand but essentially what they are doing is taking a year off from work every six years and allowing the Lord to provide in that 7th year. Crazy, I know, but God is working in their lives and there is something so compelling about their “story”. Think of their kids and the excitement and faith that 7th year will bring to them, his wife and the joy she is experiencing having a full-time helpmate, and friends and family with more quality time being able to be spent. They will be the first to tell you that a “sabbath year” isn’t for everyone. It’s something The Lord put on their hearts and in faith they stepped into. To me, living by this kind of faith is compelling, it’s challenging, and it points straight to God. It looks different for each of us and that’s the exciting part. Where will God lead you? Me?

One of the hardest things I’m realizing as a parent is you cannot pass down your faith to your kids. You really have no control over what they chose in life. You can diligently teach, instruct, and discipline, but the only real thing you can do is allow the Lord to tell His story through you, by living a live submitted by faith and trust in Jesus. What’s more compelling than that?

An ever pondering mind…

Ross

No thanks, hot yoga

Downward-Facing Dog

Couch- Friendly Downward-Facing Dog

So yesterday one of my friends asked me if I wanted to accompany him to his hot yoga class. I thought sure, why not, I’ve never done yoga before and it seemed like a welcomed break to my routine. MaKenzie had done hot yoga once before and had gotten a great work out, so I was excited to try it out. Needless to say, it was an interesting experience to say the least.

The first site to greet us when we walked in the doors for the class was a middle-aged man doing bridges (think: ultimate hip thrust) in a much-too-tight speedo. If you don’t know what a bridge is click here. I can’t think of a way to explain it and I think the picture is worth a thousand words (especially when you picture some guy doing this pose in a speedo). The awkwardness was like a Thigh Master commercial times one hundred. I tried hard not to judge him, but I couldn’t help but wonder why he was completely OK with elevating his penis so that it was the center of focus for the entire room.

After I settled down and got my head centered around something besides the speedo, the class began. I enjoyed the first 20 minutes as I could do most of the poses and although it was hard I seemed to be doing alright. Then it seemed like the instructor really amped up the heat and the difficulty of the session. I started finding myself not being able to do most of the poses, which I was fine with, until I looked directly in front of me and saw a 50 year old woman doing every single pose to perfection. Sweet. Ironically enough, this got me feeling a little competitive… I thought I may not be as flexible but, hey, I can at least try and complete each exercise. Well, the joke was on me. With over 30 minutes left I found myself laying on my back. Giving up is an understatement. My muscles were tired and I felt like at any moment I was going to freak out because of how hot I was. At the end of the session, I basically sprinted out and drank as much water as I could with out throwing up. Before hot yoga I thought I was in pretty good shape but it turns out flexibility isn’t a strong point of mine.

Later that night I had to go play in my rec league basketball game. I won’t go into details about the game but al-in-all I sucked… bad. I was basically just trying to make it through the game. My whole body felt like a limp noodle. Top five things I learned from yesterday’s experiences:

  1. I will never do hot yoga again if I have to do ANYTHING else that day. (This includes anything that doesn’t involve sitting on the couch)
  2. I’m getting older and my body doesn’t like to be abused in a flexible fashion.
  3. If I ever do hot yoga again, I will bring 7 jugs of water.
  4. I use to be OK at basketball but now I just get by on the fact that I’m 6’5″. Where did all my skills go? Seriously. I’m old.
  5. I’m not flexible at all. I don’t want to be flexible. I don’t want to put in any work to become more flexible. I hate flexible-ness.

Small plus side, I burned enough calories yesterday to last me a few months. I think I’m done working out for the week.

Spent,
Ross

To my baby momma

galsBeing a stay at home dad or parent has its perks. My days are wide open and there is not much you can’t do with just one kid. Maebyn and I go to Lowes, the gym, the grocery store, and install closet doors together. She’s my little helpmate and wherever I go there she is also. I’m never alone anymore if MaKenzie is gone, and although it has its challenges, I’ve really enjoyed spending the days with her. She’s enthralled with me and everything I do now, I can tell she’s watching. Plus, who doesn’t love having their personal little smile-machine along for the ride everyday?

In the past few weeks something has been weighing on my mind. Is Maebyn getting the best of me? I’d say for the most part, she is. I’m not perfect but the majority of my day is spent serving her needs… but is that really the best of me? I first realized how selfish I inherently was when I got married. Putting someone else’s needs before mine… now that’s a struggle. I’m sorry MaK, you know as well as I do, this isn’t something that came naturally to me. My wife MaKenzie is my best friend but I can still so easily chose myself before her. Then I became a parent and I really realized that deep down inside I am very selfish. My desires, my wantings, and some of my needs have been forced to come second to the little one’s. As any parent knows, this is not always easy. You want to sleep more, have a quiet meal, and go on dates at the drop of a hat. However, my days are spent trying to give Maebyn the best that I have. It’s my responsibility not only as her father but as her primary caretaker everyday.

My wife however, is forced to expel most of her energy at work. She is a hard worker and has a great job but as any parent that works 40+ hours a week knows.. it’s exhausting. It’s especially hard to come home and have to parent, be a friend, daughter, entrepreneur, sister and wife on top of it all. She is an amazing selfless wife and without her our family would be lost. She is a rock solid woman and I am so lucky to be her husband. Not a day goes by that I am not so thankful for her. I may not always show it but I feel blessed to be married to her. I am proud of her and the mother that she is. Although many may not realize the sacrifices that she makes for our family, I do. So I say thank you, MaKenzie. You are an amazing wife, mother, daughter and friend. Anyone who knows you is blessed.

Your husband and best pal,

Ross

Call me Maebyn.

photo(25)Today has been a good day. MaKenzie worked from home, Maebyn slept through the night, and I went to bed with the satisfaction of knowing that Ohio State lost in over time to Michigan. My allegiances fall to Michigan State when it comes to college sports, but living in Ohio has perpetuated my distaste for Ohio State and I cheer vehemently for whoever they are playing against. However, that is neither here nor there or the reason for this blog post.

Maebyn is 5 days away from being 6 months old. It’s crazy how time flies when you’re having fun (shout out to Alex Vogelzang – he said this all day the first time we played together in pre-school and that phrase hasn’t been the same to me since). It also becomes even better when you’re sleep deprived. I thought I would take the time today to explain how we came up with the name Maebyn. It’s a fun story, not a lot of depth but one that I enjoy telling.

When we found out that MaKenzie was with child, we immediately began to compile a list of names that we loved for boys and girls. Most of my names were very creative like Bob, Sam, or Bill. MaKenzie is more of the creative one so she came up with names like Electricity, Pillow, and Flowing Wind. Ok, I’m being a little bit facetious but it seemed at times that this wasn’t far off. At 16 weeks we found out that we were having a baby girl and thus our search had been narrowed.

Come February, with no names that really stuck out to either one of us we continued down our path of me coming up with ridiculously conservative names and MaKenzie coming up with names only crazy celebrities name their dogs. At the end of April, we headed down to Florida for family vacation with my side of the family. We had 18 hours together in the car so we decided to try and come up with a name once and for all. We had kicked around the name Maybe but we were concerned our child would be uncertain her whole life. Through talking about the name Maybe, we landed on Maebyn. I actually thought of it (I know, I was shocked too) because one of my favorite baseball players names is Cameron Maybin. We both liked the name but we weren’t sold. It wasn’t until hour 12 of 18 in the car that we finally decided on Maebyn.

I was driving at the time and it was somewhere between the hours of 3-5 a.m. I love driving at night but with MaKenzie fast asleep and nothing to keep my interest I began to fade fast. I wasn’t going to stop though and risk losing a couple hours of family vacation. So I did the only logical thing I could think of, I downloaded Carley Rae Jepson’s “Call Me Maybe”. I have to admit, I love this song. It makes you happy and at 4 a.m. in the morning I needed something. As I listened to the song on repeat I kept getting butterflies in my stomach thinking about naming my daughter Maebyn. MaKenzie woke up about a half hour into my jam session and she felt much of the same way. Carley Rae had sealed the deal on the name Maebyn.

So what’s the meaning behind the name? Well, embarrassingly enough we chose the name because 1.) we had never heard it before 2.) we liked it and 3.) we kind of wanted a name with a “y” in it. Not exactly a strong case for a name right? Well, after we had Maebyn I began to look into the meaning of her name. Bear with me because the meaning is something that I came up with but I pray that it has set the course for her life. “Mae” means “bitter” or “bitter pursuit” and “Byn” or “Ben” means the “right hand of God.” Maebyn – the bitter pursuit of the right hand of God. I know this translation may be a stretch but when my little girl asks me what her name means, this is the response she will get.

So there you have it, the origin and meaning for my baby girl Maebyn.
Feel free to call her Maeby.

Ross

I’ve been working on my fitness

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Ready to pump some iron, Dad

Being a stay at home dad is fantastic but I’ve noticed the need for a constant routine in my life in order to stay productive. Without a routine I think I might go crazy. The one thing that has been consistent in my day to day life (aside from diaper changing and endless bottles) has been my trip to the gym to get my fitness on. Although, this is not the reason I started working out, it has helped me in my transition to being a stay at home dad. Since Maebyn still needs a year or two before she can spot me during my lifts, the $2 daycare at our local rec is quite the commodity.

Athletics, fitness, and working out have always been a big part of my life. God has made me fairly athletic and throughout my life I’ve always enjoyed being active. I’ve learned many life-lessons through playing sports (teamwork, leadership, submission to authority) but it wasn’t until I started weight-lifting that some seriously obvious and important things started to be revealed to me. These things aren’t revolutionary but for me they’ve had some significant impact on my life. The best way I know to explain this is by telling my story….

Like I said, I’ve always been a decent athlete. The sports I played in high school I put little time into getting better, stronger, or smarter. I got by on my natural ability. I went to camps, practiced hard, and gave every sport my focus, because I loved to play, but the truth is when it came to putting in the hard, extra work, I didn’t do it. As I look back, I can see how this mindset really infiltrated most areas of my life. Was I a good athlete? Yes. Was I a decent student? Yes. Was I a good Christian? Sure. However, all these things were easy. I didn’t really work at it, they just came naturally and even worse, I received a lot of affirmation in these areas of my life which led me to believe that I was doing special things. The truth was though that God had blessed me with abilities that I was more than happy to take the praise for but unwilling to put in the hard work to be better.

When I finished my competitive sports career in college I decided to take a break from things like running, lifting weights, and really anything other than pick-up basketball. Needless to say, my body transformed into something I had never seen before. Yikes. Keeping in track with my life, I had never needed to work out in order to be in shape, I just was in shape. After about 2 years of marriage and 25lbs of extra weight (and many double cheeseburgers later) I decided to start working out again. I started working out and quickly lost the weight I had put on in about three months. That seemed easy, so I stopped working out again for about 9 months. Much to my demise, I promptly put back on the weight. So I started back up again in January. I was almost through March and I had the urge to just stop again. I had lost the weight and that was really all I wanted to do. However, I decided to stick with it. Over the next couple months my body transformed. I started putting on a lot of muscle. If you don’t know me, I’ve always been pretty skinny, so having muscle on my body was something new. I fell in love with working out and have been consistently doing it 4-6 times a week for a little over 2 years now.

Through this process The Lord revealed things about my heart to me. I wanted quick fixes to my life problems just like I wanted to go to the gym once a week and transform my body. Can it happen for some people. Yeah, I guess it can, we all have a different story. For me, however, I think the Lord has been teaching me about discipline and the importance of setting out to do a task and grinding at it day after day, especially when things got tough. I’ve also come to realize that you always get a better work out when you work out with somebody. I can work out by myself and see good results but the times I’ve seen the most successes in my work outs have been when I consistently work out with someone else, someone who pushes me to go farther. I’ve noticed the same to be true about my life. Relationships have brought great growth to our lives and marriage, without them we would not be able to go as far as we would on our own.

Hopefully this wasn’t too long winded but hey you needed a mental work out, right?

Ross

It ain’t easy bein’ Beazy.

Happy Monday.

Who has two thumbs, is a stay at home dad and didn’t sleep last night? This guy.  No, I didn’t drink too much caffeine during the Super Bowl and Maebyn actually slept through the night. So why didn’t we sleep? Well, we have an over protective, too Beazyalert, and even more determined pit bull named Beazy, who thinks its her job to protect the house at night. Last night was one of those nights that she was not going to let us down.

Sometime around 4 a.m. Beazy noticed there was some living thing on our property and this was just unacceptable. She proceeded to scan the perimeter of the house sniffing loudly, growling, and barking. My favorite part in particular was when she decided to scream-bark directly in front of Maebyn’s room. Honestly, this is nothing new for us. We are used to Beazy getting a wild hair up her ass and being weird, but at 4 am when you have a 6 month old baby, that has been struggling to sleep, it’s enough to make you want to euthanize your own dog (I know this is extreme but at 4 in the morning you can’t be held accountable for your thoughts). It turns out a small bunny had wondered on to our property and had gotten too close to the house for Beazy’s liking.

Was I frustrated with Beazy when she woke the house up to let us know there was a measly bunny outside? In a word… YES. However, there was a break-in at a neighbors house a couple weeks ago, and it does give me some peace of mind knowing that if someone were to enter our house at night, they would have to meet our pitbull Beatrice first. She would undoubtedly greet the stranger in vicious defense of her family (at least this is what I think would happen, although we have no proof since her usual greeting to strangers is constant licking). As crazy as she is, it’s really nice having a friend around to help with my SAHD duties. We’re still working on the diaper-changing but she’s getting close. Beazy loves us and brings our family a lot of joy. It’s great having such a loyal dog and 4 a.m. barking sessions are easily overlooked when you consider she is only trying to do her job as protector of the house. (This may not be entirely true but it helps ease my frustration from lack of sleep).

Here’s to the worlds best dog who has to be on a leash at all times while out side because she’s too crazy and adventurous to handle herself like a normal dog,

Ross

My first entry…

Hi, my name is Ross Dykstra and I am a stay at home dad. I am married to a smoking hott, brilliant, genius woman (MaKenzie Noelle) and together we have a daughter (Maebyn) who is a fresh 5 months old. The purpose for this blog is tell our family story and how it is intrinsically intertwined into the larger story of our Creator God.

Being how this is our first post, I think it’s only right to give a little background into our story. MaKenzie and I met at the one and only Taylor University, as two fresh-faced 18 & 19 year old kids. We got married the summer after she graduated, on August 23, 2008. We both entered marriage with the common American dream of career, house, dog, kids. These things were all I ever wanted and I had found the girl that was perfect to accomplish this with. Next up? Get a job, have two and a half kids and let the wife stay home. To make a long story short, this isn’t our story. Or at least our story isn’t the version I had dreamed of my whole life. It’s taken me 4 years to get to a place where I am no longer angry, frustrated, and upset about my failed dreams.

Like I said earlier, my wife (MaKenzie) is the cats pajama’s. She currently works full time to pay our bills and does countless other things for our family as well, like maintaining a side business she started (shout out). With out her I would be in a bad place. For now our roles are reversed, I’m the care taker and she’s the provider. Our goal is not to stay in these roles forever but for now we see how this is exactly where we need to be. God is discipling us through our unconventional lives right now and we can see him at work. This has probably been the toughest season we have had in our marriage but also the most rewarding. We see that God is on the move and we are excited to see where he leads us.

This blog is meant to show that God is a God of details. We hope that through the story of our family, one that looks much different than the American dream, we can illustrate how there’s more to each of us than what our culture and society defines.

So when you feel like culture around you demands you to be something you’re not, in the words of the beloved family man Clark Griswold, “Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass.”

Happy Reading,

Ross