Monday, March 28, 2011

Homecoming & The Boston Coffee Party.

This past weekend was Homecoming at Stetson...and it's always pretty crazy around campus--first with the University getting everything in tip-top shape for the Alum and then with a bunch of people walk around pointing and remembering their times here...the University has a very very rich history which is one of my favorite things about it.

Anyway, Saturday we (CCF) had a Baptist Ministry reunion for all of the alumni and it turned out to be way cool. We definitely underestimated how many people would show up, so after taking out more chairs, people were just standing in the back. It was fun to pull out year books and see wonderfully embarrassing pictures of my parents--as well as mingle with religious studies faculty and 80 year old people who tell you *the* most interesting stories about their uses of prayer rooms in Allen Hall.

We had a presentation about business-y stuff in the organization and the name change, funding stuff, etc. which I grinned and bared until it got to the fun questions asking alum to share stories. I got to sit with the crew that graduated in the 50's...I was so lucky. My uncle Jim and Aunt Mary (3rd cousins...distant relatives) were two in the group and it was nice to be connected in that way too...the theme of how the organization had changed them and stuck with them after graduation was very sobering to me.

I became a little overwhelmed with what a big deal it was to so many people and that the responsibility of carrying on a ministry that has potential to change my campus was becoming mine soon. . .

I had to speak for a few minutes and after starting off joking about the obvious influence of the Stetson Baptist ministry in my life (my existence) I found it was really easy to speak about all the ways the Lord has used BCM/CCF to bless me and to provide opportunities to be a blessing.

After mingling and hosting and speaking I was exhausted, but there's nothing more reviving that seeing faces I recognized from my previous two years at Stetson. Homecoming meant more t0 me this year, because I actually knew some of the alumni. . .they were the ones who were my small group leaders, and some of my closest friends. They showed me around DeLand, took me to plays in Orlando, and laughed with me at 3AM.

A group of us went to Boston Coffee downtown (a quaint little hole-in-the-wall) and caught up with each other. I didn't expect anything super deep, just to hear the surface-level things that were going on in people's lives. . . but within 3 minutes we were there. I shared first and they didn't let me get off the hook without difficult, real questions about my spiritual life. And the theme continued around the entire table. At one point, I was in tears ( surprising?...I didn't think so)

I am so appreciative to the Lord for these girls and for our lunch together on Saturday. I was encouraged and challenged and reminded of how the Lord has used so many people to show His love for me.
LtoR (me, Ashli, Sabrina, Paula, Amanda, Cate, Karen, Laura)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Child's Play

Lately I've been thinking a lot about children.

I guess it's been a little forced on me as I've been around Ben a lot, who is expecting a child in about 10 weeks. This is the first time one of my friends/someone I'm close to is going through the process of becoming a parent. It's really mind-boggling and intriguing to me. How does one prepare themselves to care for the life of another? Especially one so small and dependent?

I've had some really fun ideas involving learning more about child psychology and about parenting and I've shared my unsolicited advice with Ben and others this past week. But I can't take my brain off of the transformation one undergoes during parenthood...and what qualities make the parents 'good parents'.

It's fun to think about. And because I've been thinking about it so much I've been paying closer attention to families and their interactions. At the beach, being the creeper that I am, I watched this mother and her 3 young children. At one point the two eldest (who were probably 5 and 3) started army-crawling in the sand. They had been in the water already so the sand stuck to them...to their hair,bodies, faces, everything.


For some reason, watching the kids made me really happy. I started laughing thinking about how I had gotten to the beach, been very careful to take my flip flops off, carefully place down my towel and bag as to not get any sand on either and then get frustrated when sand got on me, or my towel or in my bag.

And there are these kids, enjoying every bit of rolling around on the white beach getting covered from head to toe in the sand. It looked like a blast.

So what do I do?

Naturally Kaylyn gets up, and starts rolling around in the sand herself--making sand angels and crawling around...and then runs down to the freezing cold water and dives in.

Aside from the entertainment value that my friends received, I am so glad I acted on the whim.

It was fun to be completely free and silly for a second.

To be a kid.

Bee Tea Dubs...Perhaps there are deeper lessons learned like how much we stress about not getting our hands dirty that we miss out on the Blessing of freedom that comes with not having limitations on what we are willing to do and living in complete Surrender to the Lord. . . . or perhaps this was a just great reminder that as children we are meant to be joyful and to embrace His creation.

Or maybe I'm just a crazy, silly person who doesn't know much better.

But in any case. This is one of two highlights of my weekend...the second is coming soon.

Monday, March 21, 2011








Please and Thank You.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Hakuna Matata

Yesterday I got the wonderful opportunity to hang out with my friends J. Sally and Zanolee and go to the beach for a while. Unfortunately it took us 2 hours to get there, because we didn't remember it was spring break until we were almost to Daytona. Oh what interesting people and sights there were around that area--I definitely got my people-watching fix from the hour sitting in traffic. Finally we ended up going to a private beach in Ormond near J. Sally's relative's house. It was so nice and quite and while they both took long naps, I read my Financial Accounting textbook. Boresville City.

After I finished (or really just got to a stopping point) I relaxed and starred into the gorgeous blue sky. It was the kind of clear blue that hurt your eyes to stare into...but mesmerizing enough for you to continue starring. There were no clouds in sight from any direction...and a wonderful breeze so no scorching heat either. I consciously paid attention to my breaths becoming deeper and deeper and more relaxed, and to the rhythm of the waves as they crashed against the shore....(crashed is being used very lightly here...as is waves...because I know I have west coast hater readers) My thoughts drifted and were varied but I couldn't help be thankful for those moments of stillness. There was a purity in that meditation. . . a peaceful appreciation for the moment.

Oh how I wish I could have that in the midst of the everyday---an appreciation for the moment...which would in turn overflow to dictate the ways I handled my conversations, my schedule, etc.

We left to go try out a wing shack in Daytona. (shack being used very literally here). .which led to a very fun(ny) experience. My cultural horizons were expanded, for sure. I'm glad that the Lord understands my love for laughter.

On the way back with our food (cause we didn't stay) we started to talk and someone brought up the fact that we are almost Seniors and that people who are everyday faces will be rarely seen again. Blah. Okay-I know for most of you this isn't a big deal because you've already been through it. . .and I also kind of hate that everyone always freaks out about how quickly time goes by especially since this semester isn't over yet and then there's a entire year left of college.

But, with all of that said, that is crazy. How in the world did 3 years of college go by? Where was I? What am I going to hide behind when I graduate? Real world are you even ready for an 'adult' Kaylyn? Is the 'adult' Kaylyn ready for you? I think not.


Bee Tea Dubs....And then I remember the blueness of the sky, the rhythm of the wind and the waves and the ever-constant reminder that in all things the Lord offers me His perfect peace.

Friday, March 18, 2011

The least of these...

As promised, here are some photos of my spring break. I didn't do a very good job of actually capturing the work we did...mostly because I was working. But here are some glimpses of where we were and the group. Really random order so prepare yourself for that blessing.



Wednesday was our day off/travel day and we went to Carrytown, where there was a lot of fun little historic shops, food...and I couldn't resist the opportunity for a photo.

Caritas where some poeple painted furniture that will eventually be "sold" [for free] in their warehouse to those transitioning from homelessness.


Carrytown Burgers and Fries..so good. I was enjoying the Hawaiian Burger when my friend Sabrina decided to mini photo shoot.

illegally riding back from some of our sites in the innercity--working at schools and Boas and Ruth the first day.



Margie, one of my favs.
She was sleeping.. I was faking.


Painting the lodge at camp alkulana


I decided to rip/cut with a key it in half so that we could increase productivity. . . it only took 20 minutes to fight it and get it to cooperate. This is my 'celebration on the defeat of the dropcloth' face.


Any trip without a flat isn't a real trip at all...Jimmy the maintenance man of Camp looks on as Jarian and Sabrina work on the tire.
Note: Sabrina asked what was going on. Jimmy explained that the tire was flat so they were rotating it so that it wouldn't be on the flat side. Sabrina said "oh, okay." . . . .


Somehow I ended up with this job before we left camp. . .



Claire and I enjoying the sights before we began the trip back.


Some of the cabins at camp

Team Burgers and Fries...we got shirts from the restaurant and then OWNED at Sardines that night. Won all 4 rounds with a quickness.




The church where we stayed the first part of the week was centered in 'The Fan' district which has lots of historic style homes and we joked that we were on the set of full house.


This was taken in front of a hospital. Why in the world did Margie decide it was a great photo opp is unknown to me.

Our fearless leaders....Margie, Ben, and hour host Beth and her brother.

'Managing and observing'



Painting the church that supports the camp


Most of the group on our free day!


Some girls (LtoR) Brittnie, Claire, Marya, Melissa and me



I said I was taking a nap before dinner... and then it somehow turned into this.

On Richmond Hill overlooking the city




Sadly the only picture I got of working with the kids in Richmond.
Happy because I was rocking the flower and a smile.
Happy because this girl had some sincere joy.
Happy because, thanks to the grace of the Lord, I got to share Joy with her.

Bee Tea Dubs....preach the Gospel at all times. If necessary, use words.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Richmond or Bust

It's been an amazing week. I don't know how I could fit everything I want to reflect on in one blog, but I'll try to keep it short and sweet, and if I fail at that I'll break it up into some parts.


This past week, if you're wondering what's been so amazing, I've been in Richmond, VA on our annual spring break mission trip. We spent half the week working with urban ministries in the city, and the last half working at a camp 2 hours away that houses underprivileged students during the summer.


We left last Sunday [6:45am], and I had my first experience driving a 12 passenger van. I started driving in Jacksonville, and ended up driving until 6pm that night--through one of the worst storms I've ever had to drive through. It started hailing at one point, and lightning was striking down in the fields beside the interstate...quite a scary experience. I handled the stress by singing and creating conversation, but Margie [my driving partner of 3 years, the ex-director of BCM, and one of my cool wise friends/mentors] decided the rain was getting too loud and that she was going to yell back at it. Love her.


We finally arrived at the church that night around 8:30 and unloaded, made our palates and eventually fell asleep. The next morning began our first day at the sites. We were split up into 3 or 4 groups and we all went to separate sites during the afternoon. My first site was a private school in the midst of the Richmond projects. The school just started 2 years ago and has 30 students enrolled...these students are amongst the poorest, most challenged behaviorally, and dealing with the most baggage at home. I was amazed at the discipline, curriculum and love at the school.


I got to go to class for the first two days with the 6th grade girls class, and aside from falling asleep in science class, it was an awesome opportunity. I got to read with them, and help with school work and also got to run a mini basketball clinic during recess...they don't have anyone in their lives that will teach them sports. I was sad that the experience wasn't more long term--as I felt we were just beginning to build up relationships. Seeing the teachers pray for and with their students was really moving, and I am so happy to have had the experience for whatever time period.


In the afternoon the first day I was able to help run an after-school program for more intercity, underprivileged kids. This group was much younger, and as we were walking to the playground down the road, they latched their tiny hands into mine and looked up and gave the most sincere smile. now, I know I give them a really hard time, and I fight so hard to deny this...but I love children. These tiny humans stole my heart in about 5 minutes and there wasn't really anything I could do to resist.


to be in the situations they are in, to have to live in the conditions they do daily, and to still have the capacity to love whole-heartedly, to still be able to laugh, play, hug, and smile taught me so much. the innocence and trust of tiny humans speaks volumes to what Christ wants from us as His children. I'm not sure what I did to minister to those tiny humans, but they did a whole lot of ministering to me.


Some of the other sites we went to was a program called Boaz and Ruth, which was a job/life-training facility for ex-offenders. One of the classes they take is called "The Lies We're Told" where they discuss lies people have told them, like "you're not good enough, you're stupid, you'll never change, no one loves you." What a powerful ministry. I went to Caritas one afternoon, which is a program for people experiencing homelessness. They do job training, have a warehouse of used clothes, furniture, etc where their clients can shop with points assigned based on need. They network to find jobs for the clients and also provide jobs on the site itself. We painted furniture for the warehouse, and sorted used wood that will be used to make furniture for the warehouse.


Other students painted a church's gym. The church is one of the main financial supporters of the camp we worked at later in the week, so it was nice to give back to a group of people who give so much to students in Richmond. There were a couple of other afterschool programs that we ran too.


Wednesday was originally going to be a free day morning to site see in Richmond, and then a half travel day to the camp two hours away. However, flood warnings all over and crazy weather delayed us a little. We got to sleep in a little later, and all walked a historic part of Richmond. I got to eat at a famous burgers and fries place that was *so* good. it was also good to continue creating community amongst the students that were with us, as I hadn't even met a couple of the students that were with us before the trip.


That night we attended the church's Ash Wednesday service, which was something different for me. It was a great reminder that shortly after Jesus says follow me he dies...and in the same way we must die to ourselves. "You are dust and to dust you will return." It's also good to be stretched and challenged and uncomfortable...as faith should constantly be alive in those ways.


I should mention that every night at the church our group played Sardines (one person hides, everyone else searches for them)....*so* great. We even had people who weren't playing but instead hiding throughout the church scaring people to death. It was so much fun and a love how the Lord is the Lord of laughter and fun--even in silly kids games.


The next morning we woke up and drove to camp--more rain, more wind, and we found that one of our tires was flat. So the trip took longer than expected and we didn't arrive until mid afternoon. I was really proud of our group for all choosing to work that evening when given the choice to wait and just work the next day. We all knew what a great thing the camp was doing and wanted to be apart of that. We painted one of the lodges that evening...and I must say that I think the fumes got to us...I'm sure if you had walked by and heard about 25 college students belting Disney jams and then 99 bottles of coke on the wall to a ghetto beat you'd have thought so too.


The next morning the temperature was in the 20s, but we all put on our hardcore faces and split up into work groups. We finished painting the lodge, a group painted the floor of the kitchen in the dining hall, a group designed and created a mini golf course, and a group designed and built a Frisbee golf course, all in about 7 hours. We left at around 5pm for our 5 hour drive to Charlotte, NC to spend the night at a church before finishing the drive the next morning.

The drive back was about 20 hours in total after weather and traffic and stopping reared their ugly heads. But it was one of my most favorite times because it provided the opportunity for wonderful conversation. Margie and I as well as two of our freshmen, Marya and Ian had awesome conversation on things like loss & letting go, friendship, the Church and its future, serving, selflessness, the student ministry at Stetson and it's future, theology, love, perception and personality types. It was awesome. I learned a lot and loved getting to hear everyone's thoughts. No music, or car games, or hours where I was bored to tears. Just raw conversation.

We got back safe and sound and completely different than we had left. The transformation of the group every year is my favorite part. There is something special about doing life and ministry together--I learned that at camp this year, and the same things I loved about camp are the same things I loved about this week.

Speaking of camp, there seems to always be a connection everywhere I go. The first day as we were unpacking things I was wearing my Fuge sweatpants [great travel wear] and a girl that I had just met noticed them, and asked if I went to Fuge. I told her I was a bible study leader at Carson Newman Centerfuge and then she got really excited because she said she was a camper there this year. I got really excited and had a little freak-out fest as I asked her to describe her bible study leader. 30 seconds later I knew she was mistaken as she was describing someone who wasn't on our staff....she went to Ridgecrest. but it was so exciting to talk to her, because she wants to work M-Fuge in a couple of summers and I am always looking for an outlet to talk camp. We ended up being prayer partners too, so I got to learn a lot about Carly.

I've been praying for community here, and this week went a long way to forming a great one. There are so many stories I want to share, and things I learned, and funny things too...but I've already broken my promise of making this short.

I'll post some pictures later and more thoughts.


Friday, March 4, 2011

Just that kind of day.

Today has been swell. Don't know why, but that word just seems to fit it. Woke up, and decided that even though I was tired, I should get up..and surprisingly I did before I drifted back off into sleep. The shower really woke me up and I wore my yellow sunshine day shirt (ironic, as it has been stormy all day today) and got ready to face the outside world.

Took my goal/to do list half expecting to not cross anything off and headed out. Made a stop by free pancakes and got a delicious (for some reason that spelling just escpaed my brain and I orginally went with 'delish'..and then completely blanked..should it end with -us, -ish, -es..what is happening. PTL for spellcheck. I'd never make it in this world.) banana, chocolate, peanut butter chip pancake before heading to meet a friend to work on a project.

Database design really isn't my thing, and figuring out coding in SQL was a little bit time consuming but I felt special when I started understanding things and it reminded me how much I love to learn new things. Afterwards I stayed in the empty lab to finish up on some other projects and applications.

The lab as well as the campus in general is completely deserted. Today started spring break, as as the day went on I saw fewer and fewer cars, people, movement in general around here. It's sort of fun, in the 'I Am Legend' kind of way. I enjoyed peace and quiet and my choice of computers in the lab, enjoyed being soooo productive with little distraction and moved my car to a premiere parking spot. If you ignore the fact that I just compared it to a mass extermination of humans, I think you'll understand why I enjoyed my free time.

And these extreme circumstances also call for serious people bonding, to us few survivors that are still on campus. My friend Claire came over and sat with me in the empty business school building doing homework before she, Duncan, and I went to Chic-Fil-A for Free Fryday! (how clever of them). Nothing tops off a mass exodus like a wonderful run in with my favorite blessed food, Chic Fil A.

While enjoying our wonderful Chicken Filet, we had great discussion on facebook, technology in general, theology, revelation and the end of the world, politics, people, and embarassing stories. Our lunch went long if you hadn't guessed. It was fun. even though those topics sound a little overwhelming. Nothing calls for deep discussion than a million little humans and their families running around with greasy hands and free waffle fries.

Nothing too special, but for some reason I woke up with a go-getter's attitude and it has energized me to the max. I've marked some things off my list with a focus I almost forgot was possible, had great conversation with friends, and just enjoyed the day and what it had to offer. it's like someone slipped some aderall in my water last night. maybe that was inappropriate ending to the blog. sorry for any offenses.


bee tea dubs, i hope you've enjoyed my snarky, sarcastic tone....i'm just in a fun mood if you can't tell....I'm excited for the spring break mission trip in Richmond, Virginia..nothing sarcastic about that.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Flash Mob

A few weeks ago my roommate and I were involved in a flash mob at the Daytona 500 (I know, one of the most embarrassing events to say that I, the ultimate anti-redneck, attended.)

Anyway, being a part of a flash mob has been a bucket listed goal ever since I saw the one on Modern Family and then the other ones on Youtube.

It was a great experience, and I'm still really excited about having been apart of it. Here's the final cut of the performance.

Pay extra attention at 2:10 and 3:46, because you may see someone you recognize.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Torn into Pieces

Last night my friend, Claire, and I had an impromptu worship jam session. It was much needed and the Lord blessed me through the music (even with my less than amateur guitar skills and allergic vocals--Claire did good work for both of us). She introduced me to this song, and today it has stayed with me. (Of course it has--it's Shane and Shane) Anyway, it seems suffering has been a hot topic in small groups, and discussion with friends..and this song is beautiful Truth.

Today I'm thankful for my friend Claire for meeting me at the crazy late hour last night, and for scripture in song.

hosea

by shane barnard


come let us return
He has torn us into pieces
He has injured us
come let us return to the Lord
He will heal us
He will bandage our wounds
in just a short time He'll restore us
in just a short time He'll restore His church
so we might live
we might live in His presence
in His presence

oh that we might know the Lord
oh that we might know the Lord
oh that we might know the Lord
let us press on to know Him
let us press hard into Him
then as surely as the coming of the dawn
He will respond


bee tea dubs...also see Hosea 6