Obadiah LIGHT!

This giant humongous post is dedicated to my Obi Light!

If you make it to the end, you’ll discover communicating all of this was probably more for my sake than it was for you reading it. Thank you for taking the time and journeying with us.

This past summer after almost a year of beautiful church planting and finding out we’re having another baby, our hearts were shattered by some unexpected news. News I’ve wanted to keep off social media for the protection of my most precious Obadiah for as long as possible.

I’d rather share the highlight reel, but I’ve been amazed at how people rally around the joy and suffering we all face here in this space called social media. We can journey alone or journey together and while I really didn’t want to share, I’m committed to journeying together (plus my husband says this is good for us :). I’m thankful for another avenue to share God’s faithfulness as we continue to lean into him on our journey toward miraculous things.

Obadiah was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder after we realized something seemed to be stealing from our perfect boy who had been reaching all his developmental milestones and very quickly began losing them. We didn’t even know something like this existed.

We had no idea it would be ASD. And since it was, we have never been the same.

Nothing is worse than when something harmful happens to your children you can’t control. This has profoundly impacted us. It’s impacted what we used to think about things, our perspectives, our faith, our everything. And after a season of depression, darkness and despair, something has been produced in us that nothing else could’ve. My weak faith has become strong and more fierce; there is still more to come of its power, I can feel it.

Here’s a bit about what ASD means for our family:

  1. We won’t stop believing by the power of prayer, early intervention of gut health, neurological health and school/therapy that Obi could outgrow or be completely healed of this diagnosis. In-fact, since we began early intervention, Obi has only progressed, nothing has gotten worse. The regression has stopped. Even his diagnosis Dr. says he’s not where he used to be months ago. It’s a miracle! And we’ve only just started. Kids have and continue to come back from ASD.
  2. We’re committed to supporting Obi at every stage of life to the best of our ability.
  3. He’s just turned 3 and we caught it right at 2. He’s not been on the earth long and his future includes much more than a diagnosis or label. We’re fortunate that he has more developmental normalities than deficiencies. Like all of us, he deserves to be known for more than what he struggles with.
  4. The saying goes, “once you’ve met one child with autism, you’ve met one child with autism”. The spectrum is large, very large, no two are alike. We don’t get to know how things will shake out for Obi (probably the best and worst part) but we do know the healing process has already begun (we caught it early). There’s no denying the improvement we’ve seen, not just improved skills from the right support/therapy, but actual neurological healing. We work hard for his neurological health. We won’t put limits on God’s healing and his future!
  5. Our family is committed to Jesus and committed to community. It’s not easy to share what we’ve chosen to share publicly. But we committed to authentic community, where we love and allow ourselves to be loved….which means we choose to be vulnerable during the storm and not just after it (something we as Christians often struggle to do). We’re choosing to feel and embrace all the ups and downs that come with this life that doesn’t often go according to our plans. We’re people of faith AND our hearts are broken over this. We feel the darkness and the light. I’ve never been more sad about anything else in my life. And I’m not afraid of that. Being sad isn’t the opposite of walking a passionate and purposeful life with God…we share in his suffering. We’ve put a stake in the ground to show our children that we as pastors and leaders are human and experience heartbreak and pain. We’ve needed the love and support of the community God is allowing us to lead at our amazing Kalos church! The church is powerful in moments like these. It’s why we’ve given our lives to reach the world through the local church.
  6. It’s gut wrenching as parents to grieve the loss of dreams we had for our child, dreams we watch our friends continue to have for their kids who don’t have a diagnosis. We’re instead, committed to new dreams and adjusted expectations. Obi is fighting, growing and learning everyday.  We’re so proud of him. None of this is his fault. As he overcomes something he didn’t ask for or deserve, we keep teaching him about wholeness in Jesus.
  7. Our life is beautiful. It’s not perfect. But it’s beautiful. We haven’t forgotten who put this family together and who sustains us.
  8. Our hearts have been enlarged for families with children with any kind of sickness, disability or special needs. Wow, we had no idea until it happened to us. And really, you don’t know until you go through it as a parent yourself. We see things much differently than we did before. We see your family with admiration and utter respect.
  9. I watch my son fight every day against something that tries to take from him neurologically. He’s tenacious and bold and resilient and while I could have a neuro-typical son, and still pray for that, I’ll take this brave, devil fighting, curly haired conquerer any day! There’s so much more to know and experience about Obi than the diagnosis he’s been given.
  10. I encourage everyone to be very thoughtful and careful toward parents with kids with ASD, especially if you don’t know what it’s like to have a non-neurotypical child. Be careful with your opinions, your beliefs of the causes of ASD, who it happens to and who it doesn’t — ultimately, recognize that your understanding is limited. As parents we hear a lot of crazy stuff from well intentioned people. We are fighting for the truth behind ASD more than anyone. We cry a lot of silent tears for our kids. We’re not sure we want you to know our struggle. We hurt for our kids always. We work overtime to get them therapies, figure out how to finance support for their needs, implement new things at home, no rest days for their success. There’s nothing we did or didn’t do to cause a diagnosis for them, although we wonder and sometimes blame ourselves when we shouldn’t. In fact, some of us went above and beyond to make healthy choices for our kids to avoid the diagnosis our children devastatingly got anyway.  There are no easy black or white answers. Let’s support each other as parents despite the hardships all of our children face.
  11. Two years ago God called us to move our lives to Seattle to plant a church. While we chose to be obedient, we didn’t pick the location, God did. Little did we know then that Obi would be given this diagnosis or that Seattle leads the nation in autism spectrum research, resources and support. We have had miraculous provision and Obi is getting some of the best therapies our nation has to offer. His teachers treat Obadiah with the utmost respect and care. We are deeply grateful. God knew. He knew back then, this needed to be our home.
  12. I’ve been pregnant the entire time this diagnosis has existed in our family. The day we found out about our baby girl, was the first tearless day I had in months. Grief and pregnancy have taken their toll but not overcome me. I’m not ready to engage in a lot of conversation about the diagnosis for many reasons but mostly because I’m focusing on Obi’s healing/development and getting ready for our new baby girl…coming in 12 days!

In the company I co-founded several years ago helping women rise above poverty in Cambodia, we coined this phrase: “distinct beauty comes from places once broken.” It’s here in our brokenness that I sense a truly distinct beauty rising from within our family as our God of unfailing love continues to write our story to impact the world with the reality and love of Jesus.

John 10:10 continues to be our promise.

Thank you for journeying with us and praying for Obi.

(While I realize that many people/parents/teachers/medical professionals have opinions, thoughts and experiences with ASD and may not agree with what I’ve shared, please remember, I’m speaking for my family only. Please feel free to comment but refrain from commenting anything negative or thoughts you don’t agree with. This a personal and vulnerable moment and not the time to discuss anything controversial).

Thank you!

2018 Year End Praise Report!

Merry Christmas and Happy New year!
2018 has been a wild year, and I want to write you all and thank you for prayers and financial support! As far as ministry, this has been one of the most fruitful years ever for us!
  • We opened a new school in what’s considered the slums of Cambodia
  • Globus (a company that helps over 500,000 people a year travel) is featuring Landmine Design products, including cruise ships)
  • We opened 2 new Landmine Design locations—hiring over 20 women
  • Finished our first completely calendar year with 2 full time on the ground missionaries in Asia
  • While our founder recovers from surgery, I’ve been trusted to lead our organization
  • We celebrated our first full calendar year as Kalos Church here in Seattle (346 attended our last service!)
Praise God that people are being reached with the power of the Gospel! The darkness will never overpower the light of God! 

As we head into 2019, we are excited to see more impact in our schools, impoverished communities and partnerships with global organizations. 

To be honest, however, Pradeepan and I are actually the most excited about meeting our new baby girl in March!!! 

Our family is growing, and while we are fully of joy—please pray for us to navigating from going to “zone defense” to “man to man” coverage when it comes to children 🙂
We realize this is going to be a huge transition for our whole family—especially our 2 year old son. Obi is now going to therapy 6 times a week for his developmental delays, and they are also helping him get ready for the upcoming transitions.
As we navigate family, ministry, church planting and missions work, would you please pray for grace, wisdom and clarity?
Also, as we end 2018, would you pray about financially supporting me as a missionary?  I am looking to raise an additional $500/month to help as we move forward into a fruitful 2019. These funds help us meet the monthly living costs of our family and allow me to continue working at LightBridge while also co-pastoring our church with Pradeepan. I’ve been with LightBridge for seven years now and am so grateful for supporters like you who make it possible for me to impact people in my own neighborhood and the world, specifically Southeast Asia. 
If you would like to give, please visit http://www.lightbridgeonline.org/donate
and click the “staff support” button. Please include “Amreitha Jeeva” in the “additional information” section and “monthly support” if you are planning on supporting me through out the year. 
Again, thank you all for your support—it’s make a huge difference in my life and in Asia! 
Much Love,

dots and stars

I haven’t written in a few days. This blogrimage may have been my worst in terms of consistency, haha!

As I’ve done a mediocre job of publically reflecting on my last year, I have spent some significant good time reflecting privately and between my husband and me.

A good friend sent my family a book a week or so ago called, “You are Special.” It’s a children’s book and while she noted that it was for Obi, she also felt like in general, our family was special to her. So kind!

For the last week, I have read this book out loud to Obi every day. And it just dawned on me today the timing and relevancy of this book for my own life.

The book is about this village full of wooden people who received stars or dots depending on their looks, experiences, talents, etc. Stars were good and dots were bad.

One little wooden boy only ever got dots because he just wasn’t anything special to the people who saw him and interacted with him.

One day he met a wooden friend who didn’t have any dots or stars on her and had never seen anyone like that before.

After asking her why she didn’t have any, her response was that they fall right off her. She told this little wooden boy to go see Eli, the craftsman who made all the wooden people and he could help him too.

So he went to Eli and he saw all the dots on him. He reminded him how much he cared for the boy and loved to spend time with him. He told him that it didn’t matter what anyone thought of him except himself, the creator.

Sure enough, this truth got in the little wooden boy’s heart and his dots began to fall off. He realized that accepting the truth about him based on what his creator ultimately thinks helped him decide what really matters or “sticks” or not.

Isn’t that story like us?

This last year has been a year full of dots and stars for me. I think more STARS than dots! But the few dots that stuck were quite heavy. My dots weren’t even necessarily what people thought or didn’t think of me as much as just hard life realities that happened and reminded me I need my creator.





Soul Click Chick Pt. 2, Day 21

While I never intended to write a Part 2 to SOUL CLICK CHICK, so much more happened in my heart as I wrote the first one. And some of you have written such sweet words about how I articulated some things you had been feeling for quite some time. Thank you for sharing with me. I’m so thankful for girl world, the place where we help each other realize what we’re feeling and move forward in God together closer than we were before.

Maybe this will be impacting for you but maybe it’s just therapeutic for me. And that’s okay too.

I title Part 2 Survival Mode.

For the last 6 years, I’ve had the opportunity to work with women in poverty in SE Asia. It’s a work I don’t take for granted and feel SO HONORED to be a part of. These ladies are some of my favorite people in the whole world! When I first met them and their families and assessed their desperate situations for basic human needs, my team and I used the term “Survival Mode.” Their world was about working hard labor jobs to earn barely enough money to feed their children. The future for them was trying to live one day at a time among harsh conditions of poverty. It was all about your own family’s survival rather than pulling for each other.

Survival Mode = living one day at a time, inability to see a preferred future, dog eat dog world, just making it

Thankfully, over the years God has done a miraculous work among this community of women! Their bravery, hard work and willingness to accept the truth about who Jesus is and who THEY are because of him has transformed them to grow out of survival mode.

More on that another time!

The term Survival Mode came to my mind in the church girl culture conversation because something happened to me at church that brought about a survival mode kind of behavior and I wonder if you’ve found yourself responding similarly to your hurt.

I was so excited for the new ministry opportunity that had presented itself to my husband and I. I respected, honored and looked up to the leadership tremendously!

One evening the leaders of the church were together and my husband and I received a prophetic word. The only prophetic word that was given in front of the group that evening; a group I didn’t know very well but was excited to know in the years to come. Part of the prophetic word was just for me, given by a woman leader in the church. I’ll never forget that word as she singled me out from my husband.

It was unforgettable not because of its edification but because of its harshness. I mean like, rip my heart out, destroy my dreams and passions kind of harshness. In fact, I started crying in the middle of the word before she was even finished, leading those around me to believe God’s spirit was really touching me…..but I was actually destroyed. I felt humiliated in front of a group of people I was hoping to get to know and be accepted by AND I was devastated because it was a prophetic word so it must be true about me, right? It must be what God thinks.

I had learned growing up and even in my own Biblical study that the prophetic is for the edification of the body of believers. These words are often encouraging, life-giving, foretelling and connect individuals to God’s purpose for their lives in an even greater way. I even believe sometimes there can be a word of correction if given in love and again, for the purpose of edification.

This wasn’t even a word of correction. I WISH! I CAN TAKE CORRECTION! No. This word, dare I say, was a word of lies that caused for the next few years of my life, confusion, self-doubt, discouragement and many many many tears of sadness, anger and struggle.

In fact, the days leading up to being an ordained Pastor, these crushing words came back to me and I fought with God’s TRUTH the lies that whispered to me that I wasn’t good enough to be a church planter, a pastor, a co-founder of a company, a mother, a humanitarian…on and on and on because a church leader, who I thought heard directly from God on my behalf spoke over me words that hurt me to the core.

Did you know that the enemy can use Christian people to advance his plans for destruction in your life? The Bible actually says Satan prowls around us ready to steal, kill and destroy us. Using a Christian leader to bring such harsh lies about myself and God’s view of me is the epidemy of an enemy that prowls. He used someone I respected, a wolf in sheep’s skin so to speak.

Thankfully, I grew up with parents and a church that taught me that not all prophetic words are true. They reminded me that the scriptures say, we prophesy in part. That it’s important to always take words your receive to the WORD of GOD and make sure they line up with the scriptures.

In the days and years to come, unrelated to my experience, I watched this leader in ministry and decided she was not someone I would allow myself to be influenced by. Who you allow to influence you is extremely important.

There was no safe person to process this with me in my church context at the time. I responded to this ugly prophetic word by behaving insecurely at times, putting on a happy face but really hurting inside, confused about whether this place was good or bad, living one day at a time, just trying to make it through. My guard was up, my walls were high and thick and it resulted in me burying my true spirit, who I was, and what I was capable of.

Survival Mode.

On my own.

My struggle in the darkness.

My happy church mask on.

Eventually, I became angry. And decided church girls were not a place for me. Not that I was better or too good for them, but I believed I would need to protect myself from them, especially women in church leadership, pastors, people who give prophetic words, certain “super spiritual” girls.

I was coming to unhealthy conclusions.

You know what hurting people do?

They hurt others.

I knew that if I didn’t let God touch this place in my heart and my unhealthy thoughts about church girls, I would become the kind of church girl that hurt others.

So I dealt with what happened (another story for another time that involved a trip to New York City!) and I bravely chose to believe the truth. The truth that church girl culture doesn’t have to be what I experienced. The truth that I am empowered to create something different and better and beautiful with my influence.

In fact, now standing on the side of being a church leader and pastor myself, I pray often that Jesus would be with me and with those that I hurt. Because I’m not perfect and while it kills me to accept it, I will hurt others. And there will be girls who write blogs about what I as their woman pastor said or didn’t say, did or didn’t do that broke their hearts.

It’s important for our healthy church girl cultures to be healed from girl pain, pain we caused each other in the name of spirituality.

It’s important to consider what it’s like being in the other girl’s shoes. Some days I thought this church leader who spoke those words over me must’ve been out to get me or just didn’t like me. And other days I think maybe that’s really what she thought she heard. Either way, my truth came. And it meant letting this prophetic word fall to the ground. If only I would’ve done that years ago!

It’s important that we see each other’s sameness. Something I preached on a couple weeks ago. The lines we see that make us better or worse than another girl at church simply aren’t as strong as we believe. They are human. They are girl. And they, like you, have inherent value.

It’s important for our healthy church girl cultures to pull for each other and not merely survive on our own. We have to take our heartache to the person who caused it, sharing in love that they hurt us, forgiving them and not shying away from awkward conversations that really have the power to bring us closer together.

Don’t let your unhealed wounds and offense hide under your attempts at having a right relationship with Jesus only to find yourself hurting another sister the way you were once hurt.

Do you know a girl in church in survival mode? Is she covering it up so well you can’t tell?

Our church girl cultures are about to be filled with light! With love for each other and a true sense of authentic care for one another.


Obi and his pal Linda 🙂



Day 18, 19 & 20

OMG. I didn’t blog for 2 days! I usually try to get something up, even if it’s dumb! My excuses are lame but nonetheless, reasons why I didn’t make it the last couple of days. Sunday’s are INCREDIBLE in my world but also SO exhausting sometimes my body hurts! How’s that for dramatic?!

Then Monday came and it was like one of those Monday’s where the busyness felt like a bulldozer crushed me and I kid you not, I was laying in bed almost asleep when I realized I hadn’t blogged for the 2nd night! There was NO WAY after I had just gotten warm and cozy in bed that I was going to move my body to grab my computer and blog.

To be honest, I wrote a huge blog post today but I’m having second thoughts about posting it. My battery is about to die and I’m still contemplating….

Here’s a photo of Obi for now! Happy Tuesday everyone!


Soul Click Chick, Day 17

While I haven’t yet formulated all my thoughts on this subject, it feels like something God is stirring in me during this new baby church plant. And I’m thankful for it because I think it really matters.

The subject I’m referring to is Church Girl Culture.

It’s a real thang!

And I believe every woman leader/pastor in the church should periodically assess the health of this particular and oftentimes subtle subculture.

Whether we’ve really taken time to think about it or not, I believe every church has a girl culture.

When I was in Jr. High, I was not popular in my Sunday school class. All the girls in the class were from the same school but I went to another school. There was one girl who didn’t like me and she was the ringleader. Needless to say, I went home from church crying every Sunday.

I couldn’t wait to be in the high school youth group where kids from all different schools came together to love God and bring their friends to church! That did eventually happen for me and seriously, THANK GOD FOR HIGH SCHOOL YOUTH GROUP! Those were some of my most formable spiritual moments as a young person, where I not only felt accepted and loved, but I became a ringleader who tried my best to be inclusive.

As an adult, I have been apart of 4 different churches where I have not only attended regularly, but I have had opportunities to serve and lead. And every church had its church culture and every church had what I call “church girl culture.” Some were awesome! And some reminded me of Jr. High.

What I’ve realized about us women is that there’s often much more going on in the atmosphere between us than what’s being verbalized. Ever thought you were picking up on another girls vibe, internalized it, made a conclusion and later realized all of it was bogus? It was all in your head and how you interpreted what that girl did or sometimes didn’t do mattered so much that it affected you more than it probably should have?

While I know this doesn’t just happen in church, the church can be one of the most brutal environments for us women. A place where our comparison game is confronted hardcore. Where our insecurities feel so raw and tender AND our greatest enemy……pride, makes sure no-one sees it, hears it or smells it…..leaving places in our heart, isolated, confused and hurt.

Don’t get me wrong, we lift our hands in worship and we bow our knees in prayer surrendering to Jesus all these insecurities and feelings we fight…..but the truth is, Jesus is asking for more.

While he loves that we’re bringing him into our wrestling, I sense over and over again in my life, Jesus wants me to invite other girls into these vulnerable and sometimes shameful places inside me. (James 5:16 is on point here!) I often beg God…”Can’t I just work this out with YOU and the WORD and the power of the Holy Spirit? Do I have to bring others into the secret immature embarrassing thoughts and struggles inside me? I’ll read another book about my identity in Christ and then I won’t have these problems anymore.”

Last week a new girl came to our small group. One of her friends, who regularly attends brought her because she felt in her heart that her friend could really benefit from Godly community. This new girl came unsure of what to expect; judgy Christian girls, open minded girls who wouldn’t be offended by her swear words or hopefully, possibly, girls who would just be kind and caring.

As the new girl told us about how she became friends with the friend that brought her, she said this, “Molly (fake name), is my soul click chick.”

“We met a while ago and while I have friends all around me who don’t love God, Molly does and it felt like we were soul sisters who just clicked!

And I had an ah-ha moment!


The language stood out to me so significantly as she shared her story.

I realized that among all her friends, it was the girl in her life who loved Jesus that she felt a SOUL connection with. The kind of connection I believe God breathes on so he can reveal himself through the bonds of a friend who will accept you for you are. Ever had one of those?

Click. Not to be confused with clique, which we all know can be an unhealthy reality of church girl culture. No, she said, click. Click like when I click the remote control and the tv turns on. Instant. Quick. Happens easily. Don’t you love meeting other girls you just click with?!

Chick. My favorite part; Women, Girlfriends!, Sisters.

Girls in church have been some of the most incredible friends, leaders and powerful relationships in my life. But they’ve also been some of the most painful. Sometimes it was what girls/women/leaders did and sometimes it was what they didn’t do that I remember so vividly and still need Jesus healing touch for. And sometimes it was just me. Thinking I needed to make sure the girl beside me knew I was more spiritual than her, or thinking the girl beside me was more spiritual than me and feeling inferior. (Read that sentence a couple more times) Are you guilty of these thoughts or behavior?

As a Pastor, who never imagined I’d be a pastor back in those Jr. High days, a deep prayer in my heart is to lead our church girl culture to be beautiful. To be an atmosphere where there’s always room for one more. No matter her look, her weight, her sexual identity, her style, her vibe or her potty mouth. 🙂

There’s something God can do in us ONLY when we open up to another girl. Another valued and cherished daughter of the King, who whether she knows it or not, has the ability to love and accept the girl beside her as she presses through her own real struggles.

And there’s a mission in the world God has that only women who come together can fulfill. I believe this with all my heart, especially this past week as I watched via social media the message and passion of a girls conference called, Colour. Their mission? To be a gathering of women that remain, at her core, about those less fortunate.

We don’t always see each other as sisters very quickly. I have a sister and she is my best friend. No one will have the place in my heart she does. The bond of sisterhood is so precious and not easily come by. But friendship. Friendship is sweet and deep and powerful and rich in love and care. That we can do! Until we become……..sisters.

Practically, how do we create healthy girl culture in our churches? A smile goes a long way, even to the girl who never smiles back. A seat saved for a friend, more like 5 seats saved, so a couple new girls can join in. Conversations with the girl who never seems that interested but one day you realize, your attempt made all the difference Sunday after Sunday after Sunday. Prayerfully and carefully interpret the vibes you think you’re picking up. And finally…..Invitations! Invitations! Invitations! Girls want to be INCLUDED. If I’ve learned anything, it’s this. For many of us to understand the inclusion and love of Jesus, sometimes it takes a genuine girlfriend to share his love first. If we’re honest, each of us has a girl or two that is hard to be around, really hard, often exhausting that we just don’t want to spend with……those girls especially, need us not to give up on them.

May we be aware of church girl culture. May we be intentional about its reality in our midst. And may girls experience the beauty of Jesus as we encounter one another. There are soul click chicks among us! May we truly see each other and may our bond be so strong, it impacts the world.



Me and Obsi on a Sunday morning at Kalos!

Easter prep, Day 16

Today we ran around and put up yard signs all around our city to invite people to church on Easter! It was so fun to do this with my family.

I feel like God loves when we do the work ourselves. And with help.

Here’s a fun pic of Obi in the car with signs all around him!


Date night, Day 15

Every week my husband and I go on a date night. Our sweet friend Rachael watches Obi on these evenings and we go out to dinner and often times for drinks afterward. It’s so fun and so good! We are a normal couple and not every moment in our marriage is wonderful. There are date nights where we just need to argue something out. But we call those date nights a success as well.

I’m so thankful to be able to say this last year after moving and church planting that we never missed a date. In the rare occasion that it couldn’t be on Thursday, we made sure to have a date lunch or make it up somehow.

Thankful for marriage, for date night and for habits that keep us close to one another. 🙂


Here’s a family picture with our city in the background!

Wednesdays, Day 14

Wednesday’s have become such an awesome night for me. While I’ve been apart of many church small groups in my past, whether leading or attending. I think this one I’m currently apart of is one of my all-time favorites!

It’s called Girls Night In! We know it’s cheesy but there just wasn’t a more accurate description!

We drink wine. We discuss/learn/teach through a book called FINDING I AM by Lysa Terkeurst and we pray for each other. We laugh. We cry. We fight for authenticity and a truly life-giving time together.

Already a few girls that first came to our small group started coming to Kalos Church, so special! Girls have been freed of darkness and secrets kept in their hearts for so long. And the truth of God’s word is deeply impacting our lives.

I shared a few weeks ago how I want to make sure we don’t have another gathering or space in our lives where we put on masks. We have committed this time to be a place where masks and walls and shame and all those difficult things don’t keep us from experiencing Jesus love….together.

Among the craziness of my calendar, Wednesday’s have become a treasure. 🙂


This isn’t Obi! It’s baby P! Gotcha!

Family Overnighter’s, Day 13

During this last year, we realized we needed to find a consistent way of “getting away.” Not because we don’t LOVE our lives and the mission God has allowed us to be on but because for me personally (my husband is a bit different on this), I don’t feel free from the weight and intensity of our lives unless I’m away from it all. I don’t want to be away from it most of the time. But sometimes I need a break. Not like a vacation or even a long weekend, but like a “catch my breath” kind of break.

So one time we decided to go overnight somewhere quick just because we didn’t want to drive back the same day. And I realized 2 things!

  1. One night away makes a HUGE difference for me! I feel like I’ve gotten away without much time spent away and it breathes life back into my soul! Just 1 night of freedom from it all! Not even an entire weekend.
  2. There are so many incredible places to visit in Washington within driving distance! So many mountains, lakes, and the ocean.

We found this super cheap cabin up by Mt. Rainier that although smells a bit like a sock in the rooms, is affordable for us. We’ve gone there a few times and excited to venture out this summer to new places with cheap airbnb’s in mind.

While we’ll still take a once a year vacation and a weekend trip for our anniversary, 1 overnighter once a month is doable and clears my head.

Most importantly, while we don’t spend a lot of money, we do spend a lot of time together.

Below are some photos of Obadiah during our last overnight adventure! Playing with rocks, his favorite.