Monthly Archives: January 2011

Seven.

We’ve been married seven months today.


I picked this picture for the post because it is a pretty good depiction for how we are all the time.

These cupcakes Kate made, yeah, we are still eating them every time the “27th” comes around. Micah and I have an affinity for sweets. A bad one…
Why do cake on your year anniversary when you can do cupcakes every month? hehe


Micah is at a conference this evening, so I sent one with him in a plastic baggy 🙂

I love you sweetie and am so grateful for the leader that you are.

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Without Love, i am nothing.

I love our new church here in Newport News.  We are learning so much.  The book of Acts is being preached right now, verse by verse (just the way we like it). 🙂  We leave there often times silent, just thinking… our pastor does a tremendous job at asking questions that really help you think deep about the text that lead to a thousand other questions once you really start thinking.

On Sunday, we talked about the demon processed slave girl that kept following Paul and party around screaming.  When he finally tells the spirit in the name of Christ to come out, it does.  The owners lose money because she can’t be there psychic anymore.

I won’t go into everything that was taught but there is a part that mentions how her owners were ticked that they weren’t going to make a profit off of her anymore.  So we talked a little about relationships.

In our relationships, do we look for how we can benefit? How we can be “blessed”?

Maybe they have a talent, money, cool car, big house, fun things, are good cooks… etc

Maybe it is more hidden than that though and innocently enough… maybe they make us feel good because they are like us, maybe they make us laugh, they are easy to talk to, we have a lot of things in common…etc

Do you see what I saw in myself?

It is easy for me to love on someone when the friendship organically grew because of things we had in common, or comfort, etc.

Where is the true love in that though?  It is no sacrifice of my time, money, heart, energy, and more to love those people.  It doesn’t mean I don’t truly love them but I definitely wouldn’t consider it a sacrifice on my part.

What about the people it is hard to converse with, have nothing, maybe they are awkward, and maybe they like different things than me, maybe they are people that are deemed “weird” by others, maybe they don’t have a friend in the world, or maybe they have two, maybe their “personality type” makes it hard to be around them… 

You know what I realized though… Christ’s love is bigger than personality types, than awkwardness, etc.

 He died for us (the ultimate example of sacrificial love) while we were sinners and hated Him.    

If we don’t sacrificially love people- who will? What kind of example is it if we stick to our clichés? After all, we don’t have a lot of time for others anyway…It’s hard enough to keep up with our “real” friends.

In the words of Byrd: “Nope”.   I’m not having that attitude anymore, and when I do I will recognize it for the ugly prideful monster that it is. 

Fortunately, my husband is a good example of someone who sacrificially loves, to him it comes easily (or at least it seems to).  Or maybe he is just obedient… hmm.  Either way he is a great person to look to for guidance in this area.

I’m praying about how to change this… it is starting with just asking for a love for people.  That I would see people the way their Creator sees them.  After all, we were all made in His image and likeness.

I’ll finish this post with these thoughts. 

I think it is fitting that I am reading 1 Corinthians right now.  Just this morning I was reading about spiritual gifts and the way they are used to minister.  At the end Paul mentions that we can have whatever gift, and think that it is however beneficial, but if we do try and minister without love- it is nothing.  The he goes right into 1 Corinthians 13 which is interestingly always read at weddings (even though Paul is not necessarily speaking to husbands and wives, he is talking to the church in Corinth).

Here is the passage to refresh your memory or maybe you are reading it for the first time-

 “4Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

I remember when I read Crazy Love by Francis Chan.  He said in every where that passage says “love” replace it with your name.  If you are a Christian and we are supposed to be examples of Christ’s love…

Is Sarah patient and kind? Does she envy and never boast? Is she arrogant or rude? Does she insist on her own way? Is she irritable or resentful? Does she rejoice at the right things? And so on and so forth.

And is this with everyone and in all things?

Sadly not- I need to love more, and that will happen naturally when I have a better love and appreciation for my Savior.  He puts all things in perspective.

Ok, I was super honest with you guys. Writing and being transparent comes pretty easy to me, most of the time… but most of the time I write about past sin (in hopes that it will help someone), writing about sin I am struggling with now is a tad bit harder (hopefully it still helps someone)  😉

So, what about yall?

Is it easy for you to love everyone?   If it is, has it always been?  What are your thoughts?   You can send me an email if you don’t want to leave a public comment.  schneisk@gmail.com

Stories.

Everyone has story to tell. 

Last night we had two freshman CNU girls over for dinner and they told us a little bit about Rosemary Trible’s story. 

Rosemary is the president of CNU’s wife.  A small version of her story is that 4 years into marriage, she was staying at a hotel for work and was viciously raped at gunpoint.  Being a Christian almost all her life, she sought comfort in Christ and He as Beth Moore would put it, “brought her out of the pit she was thrown in”, a pit of fear, anger, pain, and unforgiveness.  Mrs. Trible wrote a book about her story, it is titled Fear to Freedom, Victim to Victor.  You can learn more about her story here, and buy her book.  I haven’t read it yet, but I look forward to doing so and maybe buying it for women with similar pasts.

Stories of redemption, healing, struggle… they just get me.  As sad as some of them are, I love to hear how Christ always wins, or maybe if people haven’t realized/grasped that yet, just encourage people that He will.  Many of my friends write their stories on blogs.  I love stories so much that I follow blogs of people that don’t know me; it’s almost as if I get captured in a time warp reading about real life stuff from real life people. 

I could give you a list of people’s lives I pray for sometimes that don’t even know it, maybe some do.  People dealing with hard stuff…

I’ve wanted to write about my story of redemption and regeneration for the last couple years, I even started to.  But stopped because I got busy and because I needed to reevaluate what I was writing… I want to glorify Him and His truths, not me, sin, or any other person for that matter.  Maybe someday I’ll finish it! 🙂

Everyone has a story to tell.  What’s your story?  Share it, you never know who will be touched by it, pray for you, encouraged, see the light of the one and only Lord and Savior, will open up to you, etc.

Thankful for HIStory today and everyday and that in the end and in everyday circumstances (even if we don’t see how at the time), He will win.  HalleluYAH.

Molly.

I havent said much about it because I’d like to pretend it didnt happen and it hasnt really hit me since I dont live in Winchester anymore, and because I had a big weekend with Micah’s birthday and all. But… my family’s sweet dog died this weekend.

She was 10 years old and had Lymes diesease, so we knew it was coming soon, we just didnt realize that soon.
She died peacefully in her sleep.  I am sad, so is all my family.  I feel the worst for mom, dad, and Caleb. They live at home where they will feel her absense the most.

I know its just a dog, but if you know our family you know Molly was part of it. She was in all our sibling pictures on the floor after thanksgiving, etc. She had the most fun personality ever and man was she sassy (probably because she knew she could be).

Here are some things about her:
– she always tried to eat Star cat’s food
– my sister taught her to “get joey” (the other cat, she would chase and then pounce on him, enough to get him but still gentle)
– she could play hide and seek with treats and always found them, even if it took her a little while
– if you put on tennis shoes, said the word leash, made a sound that sounded like walk, or even said ipod she was eagerly ready to go wherever she thought you were going to go
– she loved her belly rubbed
– she was such a snob with kisses, it took forever for my sister to get her to do it and when she did, she would like half way stick her tounge out and kinda look at you cock eyed…
– she was not allowed on dad’s side of the bed but mom would let her on her’s
– if she was in the middle and heard dad coming up the stairs she would jump off (especially, if we said “daddy guess who is on the bed?”- she was smart)
– one time she ran away (when she was in heat) and when she came back we all scolded her like a teenager that had been out with a boy- haha I remember being so mad at her!
– she never had real babies, but she had many stuffed animals she would “mother”
– mom has a special voice for her
– dad always vibrates his tounge and says “mollllllllaaaaa”
– she knew tons of tricks and we always showed them off to anyone that came over
– she loved to go on adventures… even by herself to the cow pasture where she on more than one occasion came home with manure all over her
– sometimes she picked favorites but mostly she loved us all, she really knew how to read us
– she absolutely loved her soccer ball
– her entire butt shook when she wagged her nub of a tail

Now she is buried behind our old play house(kudos to dad cause there is no way I could do that. I think daddies and husbands are stronger than mommies and wives), I am going to miss her a lot.

That picture really doesnt do her justice. She was the cutest.

it sucks, but life goes on…

I’m doing fine with it but I thought it would be theraputic to write it out, plus… I want to remember.

Have you lost a pet before?
What was your favorite thing about him or her?

Judah Emmaus Tack- is home with his parents.

Remember back in October, I posted about this baby?

Well folks, he is home with his parents.  I am thrilled beyond words for them!  🙂 I cant wait to get back to Harrisonburg, hug them and squeeze his little chubby cheeks!

God truly was seen through this process for them, and all who know them. 

Be touched by Judah’s little life, and his BIG God 🙂

His parents made this video, watch it and be blessed.

Love you Tack family!

Thank you Pioneer Woman…

for making my husband’s birthday weekend delicious.

New favorites around here- 

The Best Chocolate Sheet Cake. Ever.

The Best Coffee Cake. Ever.

Chicken Tortilla Soup.

Mmmmm

Thanking our Father for a fully belly (and fridge), also thinking its time for some Crunch: Belly, Butt, and Thighs Bootcamp!

For Micah.

I’m not poet… but last year I wrote Micah a silly poem for his birthday so I did this year as well.

Happy Birthday sweet love.

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Another year my deer

A lot has transpired since your last birthday, for example I graduated in May…

But the best thing to happen was in the snow, I bet you are glad I didn’t say no

You asked if I would be your wife, you gave me the news you wanted me for life

Engagement pictures in a barn, and a wedding on a farm

It was in June, and there was a full moon…

We exchanged vows and rings, among other things

What a wonderful day, as we trampled through the hay

Our cheeks hurt from smiling, but we were just compiling

Pictures of our love, which was given straight from above

Two days later we hit the road, riding in our first humble abode 

Our honeymoon adventure out west, was definitely the best

Even when my feet hurt from 16mile pain, the end was worth it because of the gain

We got to see Gods beauty like never before, and it just makes us awe Him and adore

Then back in the cabin I showered you with sweets, while every morning you hunted deer friends for meat

You were provided for with the job at the lab, our living conditions weren’t too shab

Then we moved to the city to begin life again, all the while chiseling each other’s sin 

Thank you for loving me, I’m so grateful everything now is a “we”

I love you Micah more than you can know, every day I’ll try and show

Just how much you mean, even if you don’t like things as clean…

I hope this next year brings us even closer as one, working together until His work is done

To us, through us, and all around, we’re sinners but we show His grace abounds

You really are an Ephesians 5 type of man, and I’m honored to be part of the plan for your life living beside you as your wife

End of the Spear

I got Micah the movie for one of his birthday presents.  I let him open it early so we could watch  it.

I can’t say enough good things about this movie.  Watch it.  Be moved.  Be changed.

One of my friends, former atheist, even came to know Christ through this movie. (whooo, thank you Father for Liz Bill!)

It is a true story of 5 missionaries who went to Equador to convert the Indian people group there.  They were killed, but as a result the Indians became Christians, later the wives and sister of the men killed lived in the jungle with them.  Talk about true forgiveness.  Talk about true love.  Talk about kindness.  It is so much more than a story of people that were martyred. 

It is the story of a beautiful example of the sacrifice people are called to make to see God’s work accomplished.

I think the dialogue between one of the father’s Nate Saint (who was killed by the tribe) and son Steve Saint (who he left behind) that started the tears flowing and got me the most was something like this:

Nate is about to leave to go live on the beach to try and be friends with the tribe with the other missionaries, Steven a young boy at the time expresses his concern about this trip because no one had made contact with the Indians before and lived. 

His father says to him, “Son we’re ready for heaven, they aren’t yet”.

Wow. 

Who in my life isn’t ready yet?  If today was their last day…  Where is my courage?  Where is my boldness?  Where is my sacrifice? Where is my love for the lost?

Who is it in your life?  Where is yours?

You can research to learn a lot about them and that story.

Here are some key words if you search around on the internet:

“Huaorani people”, “end of the spear”, “through the gates of splendor”,   “Nate, Steve, and/or Rachel Saint”, “Jim and/or Elizabeth Elliot”, “Mincaye”, “Dayuma”, “5 missionaries killed in Equador”

Say Your Name

Listening to Pandora, Bethany Dillon’s “Say Your Name” lyrics came on,

“I’m trying to find a moment with You
These days are speeding by
This ring gives me a new point of view
I’m a dealer in my time
And if I can make a confession
My time is torn between
The man who has won my affection
And the God who made me

Oh, it all looks different
But that doesn’t mean anything has changed

Still I reach for You….
When I am afraid….
{And this breath that comes from You
Helps me say Your name}

I look at the life of Anna
Your presence was her home
I look at the life of my mother
Praying on her back porch

One day very soon….
Face to face….
I’ll give an account of my time to You”

In Genesis, after the fall, we learn that part of the woman’s curse is that her “desire will be for her husband, and he will rule over you”. I always just paid attention to the second part…. rule over you. Pay attention to that first part though, her desire for her husband…In the New Testament, Paul warns that a married woman will be concerned for the affairs of her husband… and a single woman will be devoted to the Lord.
It is easy for women (I’m sure men too) to let their significant others become idols for them without even intentionally meaning for it to happen. I say that humbly, because it is easy for me to (in moments) idolize Micah or our marriage.
I really like this song. Micah doesn’t replace my affection for God. He doesn’t replace my love for God. God gave me my love for Micah. He gave me Micah to be my leader, my husband.
Micah helps me love God more. Micah helps me know God more. Micah brings me nearer to God. He helps me say His name.
I have learned much about sound doctrine and theology in the last 6 months.

One of the reasons marriage was ordained by our Creator was to present a picture of Christ and the church, to show His covenant love to His people.

I was reminded yesterday in a book that Satan loves to hit the home. He loves to drive wedges between husbands and wives. We represent something he has spent his entire existence trying to destroy. Truth.

Micah and I’s marriage is truth that God’s covenant loves still exists.
When we disagree, and I submit to his headship out of obedience- picture.
When we make mistakes, but forgive one another-picture.
When we differ in many ways, and practice patience with one another- picture.
When we rebuke each other because we are getting to know each other so well- picture.

The covenant God made with me when He opened my blind eyes to Himself and saved my wretched soul is better than any covenant on this earth. Even though I love Micah dearly, this marriage is earthly; it is momentary. I am Christ’s eternally.

Women- if you are married and your husband also helps you know and love God- appreciate it so very much.
Women- if you are married and your husband doesn’t- pray so very hard for him and keep on showing him God through your words, actions, and scripture.
Women- if you are single don’t wish to be married- love and chase after God so very hard with all your heart, soul, and mind.

6 months.

Our six month anniversary as a married couple was on December 27th .
How did we celebrate you ask?
We watched Micah’s birthday movie (on our new present from Brodie); I had made a movie for Micah’s 24th birthday last year. We shared a glass (glasses from my siblings from the wedding) of blush (present from our almost sister-in-law, JENN, that’s right Brodie and Jenn are getting married, it is going to be another fun year). The movie is full of pictures of us, verses, me talking to him, reading him a poem, etc. It was fun and crazy to see and think about what has transpired in a few short years. We are loving every minute and looking forward to any precious moments God grants us in the days, months, and years ahead. There will be so many firsts, traditions, and I’m sure, lasts… haha
PS. I added where the items were from because one thing I am really enjoying about putting our little home together is that everything reminds me of people that we love! Thanks gift-givers.

Here are a couple of “our firsts” over the last couple months:
1st Apartment- Newport News, VA
With our 1st dining room table… (Mr. Downs is coming down this weekend with our homemade one!)

1st Job out of College- C2 Technologies Inc, Instructional Systems Designer

1st Thanksgiving- was spent with the Schneider family in Winchester.

1st Christmas- was spent with the Downs family in Warrenton.
(how do I not have a picture of that?)

we are loved and love you.