season 1

So here we are... it's 10:16 in CO, but my computer clock still says 12:16.

We are moved in. My parents and Annie's mom came all the way out here with us bringing three car loads of almost everything Annie and I own. Thanks guys!

Before I say anything about the Dale House let me tell you that it is just as beautiful as you think it is out here. I can't tell you how weird it is to stand in a Target parking lot and feel like the earth completely plummets off its edges. It looked like a miniature rocky mountain range sat right at the edge of the concrete.

I tend to roll my eyes when people refer to Colorado as 'God's country' but I can understand where the name comes from.

Anyways, Annie and I start tomorrow! We are excited and have no idea what to expect. I know one of my primaries' names (but I can't publicize it!) (we each will eventually have two primaries and we are kind of in charge of those two residents). I actually met my first primary on Sunday night at a little gathering the Dale House calls family night. I have to say he seemed really nice! I have heard so many stories about the kids and their attitudes here that I was completely taken off guard when he came and introduced himself to me. The rest of the staff members later told me that he was asking all weekend when he was going to meet his new primary (our primaries also call us their primaries--kind of confusing.... sorry).

I later told somebody who has been here for awhile how nice my first primary seemed. She gave me a look that said, "You've got a lot to learn, Mike." She said that he, just like any resident, finds his way into to his fair share of trouble. Nice might not have been the first word that came to her head when she thought of him.

I've thought about that a lot today. Sometimes it's hard to remember, for one reason or another, how unique/interesting/beautiful/lovable a person is when you're constantly carrying his/her baggage with them. Especially knowing what life looks like when the baggage is dropped (especially at the foot of the empty tomb!). I'm praying that God gives Annie and I patience.

Tomorrow we learn all the rules and get thrown in pretty quickly. Season 1 episode 1 of the ossey's at the Dale House. It should be interesting. Pray for us and pray for the other residents here.

I'm sure Annie would love to take some pictures of our apartment and our AWESOME deck. Come out here and we'll throw a party on our party deck.

But seriously stay tuned for a picture update.
HERE IT IS!!!!

Here is the entry way into our apartment (take notice of the lemonjello's mug on shelf to the right)

This is our living room that came complete with decently nice couches! cool!


The bedroom.....with michaels artwork above the bed of course


Frezza in the kitchen admiring the beautiful pictures that our friends painted at our going away party!!


Another view of the kitchen (with Sophie's African canvas from Zambia hanging up!)
Our little whale friend that were in our bathroom when we got here. They help us not to slip.

Another view from the bathroom
Our porch off the front of the apartment
View of Pike's Peak out our living room window

lake superior!

I (Mike) have only been by Lake Superior on my way to Canada to go fishing in Ontario. I have heard from many people just how beautiful the Pictured Rocks are. And two weeks ago Annie and I were thinking about our limited time left in Michigan for awhile. Since we're moving to Colorado, our only reason to come back might be to see friends and family--which are far more important than a pretty lake.

So Annie quit her job and we went backpacking in the most beautiful area in all of Michigan.

We thought maybe we'd share some pics with you guys...

btw.....annie just got a new camera and this is her first debut of her pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 ( you can click on them if you want to see them bigger)

Sunset at our first campsite

This is Chapel Rock, about 70 years ago there was a rock archway here that the roots from the tree went across. That archway collapsed and now only the roots remain and connect the rock to the other side of the cliff. AMAZING!!!!!!

At Spray Falls

Beautiful rocks that we found all over the beach

wilderness: the mountain and the valley

It's been a few weeks, but we're still talking about the wilderness trip we took in Colorado.

Colorado was awesome. We didn't spend much time in civilization at all. The mountains and the fresh air were life-giving and they encouraged--in some strange way--meaningful and vulnerable conversation.

We almost could have just stayed out there. It seemed as though the only thing stopping us from becoming mountain people was our limited food supply and the desire for a shower...or at least a chance to put on some deodorant. Because God was in the mountains. We could see God's glory revealed in nature. I thought maybe it was the clean, thin air that made it easy to think and communicate with God--but as I continue to think now, I understand the closeness to God was in our release from the pressure of a very broken world. We had somehow left the brokenness--almost as if we had all crowded into the back of a wardrobe and ended up in a magical land...minus the talking beavers and horse-people.

No wonder Jesus and John the Baptist and other bible figures left for the woods or the desert on a regular basis.

God, God's creation, and our existence made a whole lot more sense at 13,200 feet. So why not stay up there?

Mark (one of our guides) read an excerpt from The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis on the last day. I had never read the book, but the quote talked about removing oneself from society. It seems too good to be true up above. It's care-free, beautiful, and holy. Lewis comments, though, that we weren't meant to remove ourselves from everything for more than a short period. We were meant to live in the valley. The valley may be filled with brokenness and pain, but it's where we need to be. It's where we face the challenge of following Jesus.

Following Jesus was too easy up there.

The wilderness was only a vacation. And now were back to harsh reality. It's ugly but God's telling us to do something about it.

I was inspired yesterday to start writing this post because my friend Kevin put a verse from Revelation on his facebook page. It said, "and i took the little scroll from the hand of the angel and ate it; it was sweet as honey in my mouth, but when i had eaten it my stomach was made bitter."

Sometimes I pick up the bible thinking--this is going to feel good--just like the spiritual connection we felt with God I felt in the San Juan mountains--it tasted like honey! But it doesn't always feel great later. Sometimes (all the time?) we pick up the bible and meditate and leave with a sour taste. I'd guess that's probably the sour taste of conviction and calling. Living in the valley is tough, but it's where the rubber meets the road. It's sour and ugly and SO beautiful all at the same time.

...it helps, too, to look back at the amazing pictures we took in the mountains while we're in the valley.

Love you guys!

Some of our kids worshiping on the top of one of the peaks we climbed

Mike and Mark (one of our guides) on top of another peak!
Mike helping Kassie (one of our campers) up a difficult climb
       Awwwww.....us on another peak:)
    Beautiful sunrise at a beautiful campsite

Test Run!

We've never created a blog before, but thought it would be a good idea to keep our friends and family updated on our adventures as we move out to Colorado.  We will be there in approximately 41 days and we can't wait!  We just got back from southwestern Colorado taking some of our favorite high school kids from Young Life in Holland on the trail at Wilderness Ranch.  It was amazing, beautiful, life changing (for us and for our kids) and we celebrated Annie's 22nd birthday out there as well.  

More to come hopefully on our preparations for our move and maybe some wedding pics/life pics:)

Love you all!

-Annie & Mike

ok...wait...i think i figured out how to post pictures so we'll see if this works:)

they might be a little out of order but oh well!!

   Mother/Son Dance

  

Father Daughter Dance

Annie and Beth
         During the ceremony
  Mike having a blast escorting people!!
The Ossewaarde/Johnson side!

              Proud Parents!