Life in Photos

LIFE IN PHOTOS :: Beach Day (With BMX Brother, Without Toddler)

Reading Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry Reading in the car — Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry. So sad. So good.

Patches on backpack from Europe travelsThis backpack has been a lot of places.

Xtreme Surf Shop, Cocoa BeachThe town of Cocoa = ubiquitous surf shops and signs with strange grammar.

Cocoa Beach Shark on SignImpaled shark on sign post. Also, brother. The glasses did not make the trip home; they were swallowed by a wave.

Off Price Shells Cocoa BeachNot sure what “off price shells” are, but they are selling out.

Sans toddler!Sans toddler! Thank you, Mom and Dad, for our very first full day away from Aveline. This was the first time in a long while that we both sat down simultaneously while at the beach. ;)

Filming SchultzFan of YouTube - BMX videoJosiah filming my brother (SchultzFan/John Busakowski rides BMX on YouTube)

BMX VIdeo Channel on YouTube - SchultzFan being filmed at Cocoa BeachThe kid is crazy. (SchultzFan/John Busakowski rides BMX on YouTube)

SchultzFan on YouTube - John Busakowski rides BMXAmazing to have my brother here (from 1,500 miles away!) for Spring Break!

26:PM - Missile Monkey Developer - Josiah MunseyHusband. His hair’s getting long again.

California Sun Date box Snacks. And I didn’t even notice the cheerio until just now!

Board Walk near Lori Wilson Park Cocoa BeachOnce John edits the footage he took while he was here, I’ll post a link! Until then, you can check out his YouTube channel.

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Poetry & Words

WRITING & WORDS :: A (Neither Sunny nor Relaxing) Poolside Break with a Toddler

Guatemalan Textile Purse

Poolside Snack

I was tempted just to post these photos without explanation, and let you think the perfectly behaved toddler and I reclined on a chaise lounge, poolside, under the sunny sky.

Well, it was a chaise lounge.

And it was poolside.

But the fact is, we only sat there for about seven turbulent minutes. It wasn’t even sunny, and we definitely did not recline.

About thirty seconds after I snapped these pictures (not an easy feat in itself, considering she wanted to poke the lens), she invented a game called “use feet to smash the bowl of crackers”. To my embarrassment, removal of feet from bowl was met by a sudden trifecta of kicking, pinching and yelling, during which time several crackers’ worth of wet crumbs were (deliberately, it seemed) smeared across my white shirt.

We made a speedy exit from said poolside, with a disgruntled toddler and my bruised pride in tow.

And yes, I’m going to try this again, and again, and again….

Poetry & Words

The Thread of Hope

Aveline is finally asleep. The house is quiet for the first time in hours, silent except for the raspy motor on the overhead fan and the clink of the spoon against my cobalt cereal bowl.

My eyelids are heavy. I stare, unsure what to do with this pure, quiet, uninterrupted time. The need for sleep tugs at me, but it no longer captures me with the same intensity it once did. In the past year, I’ve adopted a new definition of what it means to be well-rested.

There is a profound peace in this stillness, tonight. I exhale, the sound of my own voice blending with the fan.  I watch the blades spin, lifting and twisting the Florida air. I think of how one year ago, I and a five-week-old Aveline flew through the Florida air to join Josiah, who’d been here for a couple weeks already due to an answered prayer — a full-time job.

I think of the fear and hope of the past two years. I think how hope has been woven into our lives, how hope is the shining thread, the strongest cord, the lifeline of who we are — not because of hope itself, but because of God in who we hope.

I think of the myriad of ways our God poured down manna to us, sometimes as a raven in the wilderness and sometimes as a coin in the mouth of a fish. I think of how He always, always, filled our cups and let them overflow.

And I stand here now in the overflow, here in the land of our sojourn, filled with thankfulness and gratitude and wonder because today — today! — we are finally debt-free. I close my eyes and breath deeply. The glory is God’s.

I lower my spoon, resting the silver-scrolled edge against the bowl. I stand up, and walk toward the bedroom. The night pulled its dusky cover over the earth long ago, and sleep calls.

Before the sun burns off the early morning haze, Aveline will awaken, bright eyed. The sound of silence will be overcome by the sound of life, the sound of love, the clink of the coffee scoop. And the aroma of coffee will swirl and mix with the Florida air, Josiah will kiss me on the forehead, and the thread of hope will shine brighter than ever.

Poetry & Words

WRITING & WORDS :: Toward the sunrise // Toward the setting of the sun

The sky keeps changing. The morning’s quiet clouds, marching steadily along for hours, finally collapse under the weight of the gathered rain and spill out over the sidewalk and leaves, over the roofs and birds, over the highways and signs, and over our shoulders.

Aveline laughs.

I sigh and pull the tripod and camera back inside, closing the green front door behind us.

Aveline’s face falls.  She looks up at me, tugging at my jeans. “Outside? Outside? Outside?” I love the way she pronounces the ou in “out”. She has a Californian accent that makes me proud and buoys hope in my soul.

On Sunday morning, Josiah read Joshua 1 aloud, “Every place on which the sole of your foot treads, I have given it to you, just as I spoke to Moses. From the wilderness and this Lebanon, even as far as the great river, the river Euphrates, all the land of the Hittites, and as far as the Great Sea toward the setting of the sun will be your territory.

I love that Great Sea toward the setting of the sun. I love how my Lord tells me, “only be strong and courageous.”. Four times in this chapter, “be strong and courageous.” I love how He gives me the strength I need to be strong.

The sound of the rain against the windows stops, and we go back outside to walk on this green, Eastern land God’s given us now, “beyond Jordan, toward the sunrise.”