"firsts"


The white walls begged to be covered, albeit only for a few months. After asking friends for ideas, I headed out to Tuesday Morning and found a steal copper-colored satin panels and a curtain rod with a little personality.

With power drill in hand (thank you friends for the wedding gift) and borrowed dill bits from Dan, our new next door neighbor, Scott hung the no-window window covering.

The first morning I woke up and thought I was in a hotel room. For 2.3 seconds.

Thanks, Kimba, for your great blog and the kick-in-the-pants I needed with your DIY day challenge.

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May you experience the Hope sent 2000 years ago.

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We’re enjoying our first married Christmas together…hats and all.

One Year Since Getting Engaged

Today marks one year since Scott gave me my beautiful ring and asked me to be his wife in Kansas City. I mean, be his wife wherever we live. He posed the question in Kansas City.

Read about how Scott proposed last October 26.

Thought it’d be fun to include a couple of wedding pictures we didn’t put up before.

And We Celebrated 6 Months of Marriage Last Week

Scott planned a really fun 6-month-anniversary-eve for us Saturday, the day before the real deal on the 19th. We ate dinner at The Garden Cafe, a fav of mine I didn’t know was still in Omaha, got pumpkin spice lattes and then strolled on the new walking bridge that connects Omaha and Council Bluffs (see pix below). He even got to be my Soda Hero when my blood sugar went low on the walk home. What a wonderful man I got to marry!

Check out a few photos from the evening…including a surprise we found when we got home!

Jennifer, one of my best friends, married Kevin Grant on Saturday. What a day of celebrating we had!

Check out the pictures.

It was our first wedding to attend as the Bentleys. How we appreciated all of the wedding-week elements, having gone through it all ourselves almost 5 months ago!

We changed clothes to go see friends last night…and, as we turned around, realized that we’d done it again.

We were dressed alike. (Scott’s face betrays his excitement.)

This isn’t the first time. Is there something in marriage water that causes you to start looking alike so quickly? I wasn’t prepared for that to happen until our 80s when we will be wearing matching polyester running outfits…and running nowhere.

Scott made us his signature breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast, then we jumped in the truck (sans shower) and headed to downtown Omaha for the farmer’s market there.

I joked with Scott that, one day, maybe we’ll be that old couple whose bragging rights encompass the fact that we’ve been to a farmer’s market in each state.

Two down. (Florida & Nebraska)

Forty-eight to go.

Oh, plus Guam. Does Guam have a farmer’s market?

We bought the largest zucchini I’ve seen, as well as squash, a big ‘ol green pepper, fresh basal and a bouquet of flowers my husband-of-almost-4-months bought me.

And I’m blanking on what kind of flowers these are. Help me out?

A big thank you to past roommies Jodi and Deb for helping pack up our little kitchen in Winter Park, Fla! Scott’s back and my sanity are indebted.

No idea why they’re laughing. The sheer joy of helping us, I’m sure. (Deb looks a bit dressed up because we three had just gone to dinner. Sparkles aren’t usually her clothing choice for working.)

Oh, the good times we’ve had over 6 1/2 years as roommates!

Scott and I packed up our ‘04 Ford Ranger truck to the hilt (still for sale if you’re lookin’) and headed north, to Atlanta.

Former Campus Crusade missionaries as well as a former pastor and wife, the Joneses know the toll can be of being in full-time ministry and offer a haven through TeamMates in Ministry.

Where we dined the first morning. Peggy, you’re such a great cook as well as hostess!

Us ladies sans makeup at breakfast. Jennifer roadtripped with us as we were dropping her off in Memphis. Scott and I met Dave & Peggy at the FamilyLife conference we attended in March where they were speakers and couldn’t wait for Jennifer to have time with them as Jennifer gets married September 6th. Woo hoo!

We’re in Dave & Peggy’s backyard. Seriously. I told them that they should call their B&B “Restorative Inn.”

After 3 glorious days we bid the Joneses goodbye (for now) and drove north…getting further into the South.

When the graffiti is about church, you know you’re in the south.

Scott likes how the zebra print brings out the stripes in my shirt. I like how tough Scott looks. We found these at a gas station slash Dairy Queen. Never know when you might have a hankerin for a Blizzard and a hat to get you through the storm.

Now, we’re here in Iowa safe and sounds (as of last Wednesday) and loving time catching up with old friends and making new ones as we get opportunities to talk about our ministry with Campus Crusade.

“I’m tired; tired of the same rut. This can’t be all there is to life. I stink at living my own life. Just do it for me. Please, God?”

That was me (Scott) in 2006, three years after saying yes to Jesus. I was working a corporate job at a wireless internet provider. I’d always had this nagging feeling that I wasn’t doing what I was meant to do. I was completely dissatisfied in almost every part of my life, so I prayed to God. I had no idea what He had in store for me.

Compelled to serve and get more involved in church, I signed up to volunteer for Hurricane Katrina clean up in New Orleans in March 2007. It was the most amazing and fulfilling experience of my life, up to that point, because of the camaraderie and opportunity to serve others.

A month later, God brought Angie into my life. After our second date, she told me about the need at the Campus Crusade world headquarters for people skilled in computers. During trips to visit Angie in June and November, I met with staff members in Human Resources and also members of the IT (Information Technology) department.

After those meetings I knew God was leading me to serve with Campus Crusade on the computer team. (Kind of funny since I’d always thought missionaries served in the jungle or the inner city.) So, I applied to join as a missionary, was accepted, and Angie and I jumped in—along with 150 others—for the 5-week New Staff Training.

However, during the last week of training I became confused. I knew God had called me to become a missionary, but I wasn’t feeling the excitement like everybody else. I heard stories of those on the “front lines” of the ministry —on college campuses, inner cities or traveling around the world—and their amazing experiences. To be honest, I felt a little jealous.

The last week of our training, I asked God if I was truly following His will. In my heart, it felt like He said, “It’s okay, Scott. I don’t want you to be where they are. I want you in Orlando doing the very thing you know how to do.”

In an instant, my worry evaporated. And I felt honored that He would ask me to serve Him with Campus Crusade by just being me.

Thank you, Real Simple, for the idea folded into the pages of your magazine.

Great idea for jewelry.

On the rocks.

We have a new favorite Saturday tradition: the Winter Park farmer’s market.

(And, yes, I got my hair cut…finally!…on Friday. Bye bye bride hair. It was fun while it lasted.)

It’s 3 blocks away and full of vendors selling plants, fruits and veggies and homemade concoctions.

If we had some space and a green thumb, this is a plant I’d like to take home.

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