God has us on a journey. One of adventure. Of learning. Of battles. Of love. Growth is this journey realized. So here is our story.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Our little hiker boy!

I (Brandon) couldn't be more proud of my little guy this week! It is finally cooling down enough in the mornings to have fun outside so I took Soren on a hike. He was so excited to go. We got his Ranger Rick binoculars, his camo shoes, his gecko tanker, and he was ready to go.

We started out by trying to head down a normal trail, but Soren was not having that. He started pointing off the trail into a dried river bed saying: "I wanna go that way!" After trying to lead him back on the trail for a few minutes he ended up laying in the dirt crying. So I gave in and we started our adventure the way Soren wanted to do it. For the next 90 minutes we did not see the trail. He went up and down ravines, over rocks, and through bushes. Any obstacle you can think of he went straight for it. Many times I tried to hold his hand down steep and rocky sections and he got so mad at me. He is a such an independent little guy.

Our local hike was just the start. On Saturday we took a day trip to Sedona and went for a beautiful hike. Sedona is just an amazing place! Such a gem of Arizona.

We brought our carrier, but Soren wanted nothing to do with it for the first hour and a half. We hiked a good 1.5 miles up and down some very rocky and hilly terrain and he just charged it. We would stop to take water breaks every once in a while and Soren would get a quick drink and say: "I wanna hike!" So off we went.

I really haven't pushed him to be so much of a "Sawyer" but he is turning out to be quite the adventurous little guy. However it happened it makes me one proud Dada. I am a truly blessed man with a wonderful adventurous little guy.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Finding my voice

This week at my immersion session (where we get together for several intense days of class) I had a different and profound experience. Our class was split into two groups, each with a professor, and we ventured into a day and a half of group therapy. What happened there I did not expect. People opened their hearts in such vulnerable ways and revealed brokenness, pain, strength, beauty, wisdom, and love. I learned so much about others. We became like a family. And I learned so much from watching some pretty uncomfortable conflict between group members and the leader. I pondered a lot on my silence in the group and what that means. How much of me is insecurely shy and how much of me is confidently quiet? What is my voice? What do I have to contribute to the group, my clients, all those in my life? I don't have any answers yet. But I am pondering. I want to know who I am more clearly, more confidently. I want to speak out to others with intention, not pushed by fears, insecurities, or expectations of others. I want to know in every crevice of my soul that my voice is worth being heard. And I wonder if my greatest calling is to help my clients, and others, find the gift of their own voice as well.

Why I run

Yesterday on my run Soren asked me: "Mama, why you running?" And I gave him the short answer: "Because it's good for my body. It makes me healthy and strong." But someday I'm going to give him the long answer:

San Diego

Jumping on the trampoline...a sweet new friendship between Soren and Quinn...creative beer at Alpine Brewing Company...a luxurious (and free!) date night downtown...a small-town parade on a beautiful fall day...
Just another wonderful weekend in San Diego.

However, there was a tinge of great sadness in the air that weekend. Our sister-in-law's father was suddenly critically ill and in the hospital. He is now making a miraculous recovery, and if you'd like to know more of his story you can visit his Caring Bridge page. Please pray.