My Flying Story Part 5: First Lessons

My Flying Story Part 5: First Lessons

One of my favorite views…sunshine over the cornfields

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When people found out I was interested in taking flying lessons, they’d ask me, “So are you going to do it?  are you going to get your license?”.  For several months I’d just say, “Well, maybe… I’m hoping to!”  Finally, sometime in March or April I decided I wasn’t going to hope anymore…I was GOING to!


I didn’t see how it was all going to work out, but in so many ways God kept confirming to me to move forward, and that He would provide.


I wanted to have all of my ducks in a row, and have every dollar saved up that I needed, but then I realized that I just needed to begin.  I told a friend that I think God gave me enough money to go forward, but not all of it at once so that I’d still depend on Him 😉


The verses God gave me to study this year is Isaiah 66:9-14.  I like to take verses ‘apart’ by seeing what each of the words mean, and then put them ‘back together’ again with my own ‘paraphrase’.   Through studying these verses, I’ve been discovering how rich God is in toward us…spiritually, materially, emotionally…He has everything we need and is eager to give it to us :)


 “That you might be able, and have the liberty to draw from and ‘suck’ in the goodness and richness of Jesus, and to become and remain FULLY satisfied, gratified to the utmost, furnished to the fullest extent of your desires.  And may you be comforted, and strengthened and refreshed by His love.

That you may drink deeply, to the last drop, and remain continuously delighted, enjoying and excited by the promise and expectation of His goodness. (I like that, expectation of His goodness!)

For His goodness and richness and love and glory towards you is easy to be seen, easy to find, more than enough, heavier than you can carry away, abounding and overflowing.  It sparkles and flashes like a magnificent diamond.


“Right now the Lord is promising, “Look this way!  pay attention to what I’m about to do!  for I have the power and resources  to carry this out! and of a surety I absolutely will!  I will deliver, and purposefully bend the river of My Peace to flow over you.  It will be spread out all around you. ”

Is. 66:11-12, my paraphrase


These verses, along with so many more things, have shown me, and keep showing me that He is for me :)


I think it was my second or third lesson, I was up in the air, learning how to fly the airplane, and I thought, “I can’t believe that I’m actually taking flying lessons!”  Then my next thought was, “Snap out of it Jessica, Ted’s trying to tell you something…pay attention!”  Lol!


My Flying Story Part 5: First Lessons

“78Quebec” with the tow bar


I was very proud of myself the first time I pre-flighted the airplane and pulled it out of the hangar by myself.  You have to pull it out by hand with a tow bar, and when I do it by myself, I have to tug a few times to get it rolling 😀  You definitely don’t ‘drive’ it out of the hangar like you drive your car out of the garage.


I started keeping a journal specifically for my flying.  It started out as a notebook to write down things I needed to remember from each lesson, but it grew into a journal.  I know it’ll be fun to go back and read it someday :)


This most perfect journal was given to me by my friend Allison :)

My Flying Story Part 5: First Lessons


June 7th 2015

I’m ‘on top of the world’ right now 😀  I got to fly two days in a row.  I learned basic maneuvers (turns, descents, climbs, taxiing),  slow flight, takes offs and landings, and steep turns <<I like those!


June 13th, 2015

I had fun today :)  We did power-off stalls and power-on stalls.  It was weird to feel the plane buffet and shake :) The power-on stall was especially exciting-my left wing dropped and it seemed to be more shaky.

Today was the first time he didn’t say anything to me about pulling the nose up on takeoff.  I did it by myself!  That one time, that is! 😀


A stall is when the airplane doesn’t have enough air going over the wing properly to create lift.  First you hear this annoying sound which is the stall warning horn, then the airplane shakes a little, and if you would let it go long enough, it would start dropping.  To recover, the first thing you do is lower the nose. At about the same time you push in the throttle all of the way.  Ted told me that when he taught Daddy stalls, Daddy pushed the nose down a lot farther than he needed to, which made it rather exciting, and he said, “I don’t know if your dad remembers that, but I do!”

So when it was time for me to learn how to recover from a stall, Ted teased me and asked if I was going to do the same thing 😀  I didn’t, but later, I pulled the knob for the carburetor heat and it was stiff, so my hand slipped and jerked off of it.  Ted teased, “Don’t go pulling controls out of the plane or you really will freak me out!”  Lol!


I remember it was a struggle for a while to be able to ‘feel’ where I was in relation to the airport as we went around and around the pattern practicing take offs and landings.  I kept wanting to ‘hug’ the airport 😀


June 19th, 2015

Feel better about landings :) Have a better feel for where I am in relation to the airport :)


June 20th, 2015

Flares!  Knowing how close to the ground I am.  Need to look up and down runway, not just stare at one place.

He said that I did a couple of more landings by myself.

I bounced one landing 😛



Sometime in June we had an ‘airplane wash day’ to get the airplanes all cleaned up for our pancake breakfast fly-in.  My sisters teased when they saw I had written “airplane wash day” on the calendar, but then I pointed to the “llama wash day” just a few Saturdays before that, lol! 😀   It’s fun being with the club members whether we’re washing planes, flipping pancakes, or just together for the monthly meetings…they’re always having fun, teasing, and joking.  And they did plenty while we washed the airplanes.

I was sitting cross legged underneath the tail of one of the planes, washing the elevator, and someone started spraying the plane with the hose, which was starting to get me wet!  I looked behind me and saw Jim (my ground instructor) and Bob (the club secretary) laughing.  😀


The meeting that the club voted me in, they were especially ornery!  There were more members in attendance that night than usual, and there was a lot of teasing going on, from laughing about Bob’s reading glasses breaking in the middle of the meeting, to teasing people about going in the wrong door when someone went into the closet where we keep the chairs.  At one point Jim turned to me and said, “Are you sure you want to join this club?!”

I was sure!  It was just another version of the joking and teasing my sisters and I do to each other 😀


If learning how to fly isn’t fun enough, Ted’s sense of humor and teasing make it even more fun 😀  Like I said before, my sisters and I tease each other all of the time, plus we tease and joke around with our parents, too, so if there wasn’t any teasing going on, it would be kind of boring!


My Flying Story Part 5: First Lessons

Once another instructor, Tom, was teaching his student at the same time Ted was giving me a lesson.  We followed each other around the pattern several times, practicing take offs and landings :)   Tom was looking at the airspeeds in our airplane to compare them with the airplane they were using.  He was trying to write in a notebook, and it made me laugh when he suddenly said, “Here, let me go to my desk!”  and he walked to the back and set his notebook on the horizontal stabilizer (the flat horizontal part of the tail).  It’s perfect desk height when you’re standing 😀

I started my airplane just a few seconds before they started theirs, and Ted teased, “Your start was better than his!  I’m so proud of you!”  Lol!


I flew…no wait…I DO fly…every chance that I get!  After the club finished washing the airplanes, Ted asked if I wanted to go up for a lesson.  I think he knew the answer already, because when I said that I did, he laughed and replied, “Of course you do!”  That was a windy, cloudy day, and we literally went bumping around the pattern and just barely kept out of the clouds 😀  At one point it was so bumpy my head hit the ceiling of the airplane, lol!

One time a lady told me, “From someone who gets nervous when I hit the tiniest bit of turbulence in a big jet, what is it about flying that you enjoy so much?”  I thought a little bit and said, “Well, I like turbulence…”  Lol!   However, I have discovered that when I’m the one responsible for the airplane, I don’t like the turbulence quite as much as when I know there is another capable pilot in charge :)



My Flying Story Part 5: First Lessons


There were lots of times that all of the information that I was trying to assimilate seemed overwhelming, but never so much that I wasn’t still having fun!  I tried to remind myself, “You felt just like this when you started driving, and now you can drive almost without thinking.” :)  I also reminded myself to not worry too much about ‘everything I still had to learn’, but just focus on the ‘bite sized pieces’ that Ted was giving me at that time.


I really like Ted’s teaching style…he never lets me get by with just ‘good enough’, teaches me how to do it ‘like the professionals do’,  and is always encouraging (and teasing) me along the way :)


Learning how to fly has been SO. MUCH. FUN!


It has become so normal to go sailing through the sky twice or three times a week…seeing the fields and houses and roads from that perspective has become so regular.   Then every once in a while I stop and think, “Am I actually FLYING?! Is this really my life?!  Do I really get to do this?!!!”

Yes!  Yes I do!  And I am thoroughly enjoying it!





-to be continued!-


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June 14th the 7 of us left at 5am for Chicago O’Hare Airport!!!!!  All of our checked bags were supplies for the trip and our carry-ons had our personal stuff.  Somehow, although I really don’t know how, I fit everything I personally needed for two weeks (Space Compressible Bags are a wonderful invention!!!!).  I pretty much rotated 4 outfits the entire time…but it worked fine!!



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A group “selfie” (or is that called a “groupie”?) at the airport in Florida :)


We arrived in Port au Prince, Haiti late afternoon.  It was mighty warm!!!! Ok, it was hot.  After unsuccessfully waving off any help to carry our bags (you must tip if they help so we were going to just try to carry all the bags on our own….but they wouldn’t listen) we got to our bus that would take us to the town we were staying at.


I guess you could say I had a little bit of culture shock.  Seeing the real thing. Not pictures from somebody else’s trip, but I was ACTUALLY THERE!!!!  It was kind of a deep down heart wrenching feeling that people really do live like this.  It isn’t some fiction story someone told….it’s real.  It’s something I couldn’t really understand until I saw it in person.  Pictures just don’t do it justice.


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I was also quite shocked amused astonished at the way people drive down there! They sure do use their car horns!  If you see somebody you know, you honk. If you are going around a corner, you honk.  If somebody is in your way, you honk. If you see somebody who might be in your way, you honk. If you see somebody who probably won’t be in your way, you honk. :)  Several times I caught myself gripping the seat because we almost ran into another vehicle (or they almost ran into us)….relax!!!! I kept trying to remind myself.  By the time it was time to come home, I was used to it. You know that you probably maybe won’t actually hit someone….maybe.


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That white “box” is a chest freezer (not plugged in…no electricity). Those are common to see. They put ice in them to keep the drinks cold to sell.


After the bus broke down for an hour, and driving on extremely bumpy rocky roads, we arrived at Dèsarmes (the town that we were staying at) at about 11pm.  We were so tired and I could barely think about where we were…I just wanted to go to bed!!!!   But the introduction to the bathroom quickly woke me up.  I mean, how could it not?



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Yes. That was our bathroom. You go in through the curtain (right behind the tree) and behind another curtain is the toilet:


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After the first several times of using it, it almost seemed like old hat. Just get used to it and move on.  I mean, you don’t really have any other options!!  (but make sure you remember to always carry toilet paper with you!)

That’s the same shed we took showers washed off ourselves in too.  There is a bucket with a scoop just inside the door.  It’s almost bath temperature if you take your bath at the right time of the day from the sun warming it :)  We would just use the scoop to pour water over ourselves to wash up.  Our hair was a different story. Three of us girls would help each other wash our hair (I especially needed help with my hair length!).  We would sit in a chair and lean back giving tips on how we wash our own hair and hand the shampoo back when they were ready for it. :)


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We set up our beds and found places for our bags by flashlight (no electricity….but they did have one bulb in that house that was solar powered….and attracted all the bugs from a mile around :)  ) and they had supper waiting for us.  I honestly can’t remembered what I ate. I think I might have slept-ate. Is there such a thing?

We got some much needed rest that night (I actually woke up cold at one point in the night) and the next day, Monday,  was day 1 of our medical clinic!!


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We had the medical clinic 2 days in a row.  And we saw about 250 people!!  We spent some time setting up, figuring out who was going to do what, and splitting up vitamins and medicines into one or two dose baggies.

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Two nurses came with us to help with the medical clinic.  Three of us girls (Jamie, Heidi and I) manned the “pharmacy”, as we called it, and Heidi was the main prayer-person. We prayed with everybody after their check up and before we handed them their vitamins.


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Our “pharmacy” :)



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Those chickens? I think they thought their home was right there at the church.  They were pretty much always there :)

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I hung out with the kids for awhile.  Someone from the team brought a coloring book. Those kids LOVED coloring!!! As soon as I pulled it out kids came out of the woodwork wanting to color!!! And they colored every single page!! :)

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I had fun trying to communicate with them….which was actually next to impossible.  It’s amazing how much you can “talk” with facial expressions and hand motions!!

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They loved getting their pictures taken!! I showed them how to take pictures…so then I came home with 600 pictures on my camera 😀  Oh well!!  They got lots of good candid photos for me :)

They loved looking at my watch, bracelet, touching my hair and skin :)


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Oh yes, and I got to hold babies.  One of the absolute best things in life in my opinion :)


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We finished up at 3:30ish that afternoon.  We had our only meal of that day then. Chicken, rice, fried plantain, fresh bananas, potatoes and eggs. It. Was. Delicious!!  I love bananas!!!!  And those bananas were really good!!!!!

That was the only day we only had one meal.  The rest of the time we were there we had two meals a day. Breakfast and “lunch” (between 12 and 2).


We pretty much relaxed for the rest of the day, and enjoyed the rain in the late afternoon which cooled it off a bit.






–to be continued–

My Flying Story Part 4: When My Feet Stopped Touching the Ground

Read Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Read Part 3 here.


Guess what?!  I just went on my second solo cross country yesterday…and I flew into Class C airspace by myself!  I flew into Fort Wayne, International (FWA), and landed on their 11,000+ foot runway, behind a regional jet….ohhhh that was exciting 😀  I just had to take a picture of my little Cessna parked near a big jet!   Lots of fun stories…but I’ll tell those in a later post 😉

My Flying Story Part 4: When My Feet Stopped Touching the Ground



After passing my written test, I became an owner-member of the Mentone Flying Club, which meant that I would become part-owner of the club planes and therefore be able to fly them :).  The club has to do a background check on you, then they vote you in at one of the meetings.  I remember at the April meeting, Dave Lattimer came downstairs and shook my hand and told me that they had voted me in 😀  Yay!!!


After that meeting, I emailed Ted:

I’ve gotten my medical, passed my Written, saved some money, and now I’m ready to go  flying! 😀  Are you available to teach me? :)

He was in the UK that week  (he flies jets for a living…to Cancun, Aspen, the UK, and lots of other places…how cool is that?)  so we had to wait until May 8th for my first lesson.

I wrote in my diary that night,

“I had my FIRST flying lesson 😀  Only we couldn’t fly because the weather was bad–but it was fun anyhow :)”



That evening he showed me how to preflight the airplane,  which is where you check to make sure the fuel, hinges, oil, tires…everything…is in order.  He also gave me ‘hangar orientation’…and showed me where everything was.  He told me that these were my airplanes, my documents, and my hangars now as well :)  I remember the first few times I came to the hangars when no one else was there, I felt like I was trespassing, lol!   Now I tease (and my sisters tease!) that it is my second home.



My very first actually flying-in-the-sky lesson was on May 29th.   I remember that the first few times of taxiing I could NOT stay on the center line!   It probably looked like a drunken pilot 😛 :)   It didn’t help that we have a zero-turn mower, (and I do a lot of the mowing because I like it so much!).   On one of those mowers, if you want to turn left, you push on the right joy-stick.  And if you want to turn right, you push on the left.  In the airplane, if you want to go left, you push on the left rudder pedal and I kept thinking I needed to push on the right one 😀  Eventually, it became easier and easier, and now it’s almost second nature.


When you’re on the ground, you use the rudder pedals to steer the airplane.  You don’t turn the yoke like a steering wheel.  I’ve tried and it doesn’t work.  And my instructor keeps telling me it doesn’t work…and lo and behold, he’s right.  It has never worked. But it’s hard to retrain those muscles!


Once when I was driving home from my lessons, I had a split-second thought that the centerline was supposed to be going through the middle of the car, since that’s what you do on runways and taxiways 😀  I laughed when I saw this picture on Pinterest.


My Flying Story Part 4: When My Feet Stopped Touching the Groundphoto via Pinterest

Another time after driving home from a lesson, I had another split-second thought, that I could steer the car with the gas and brake pedals, lol!!!   That works with an airplane, but in a car…no way!



My home airport isn’t a tower controlled airport, so the pilots landing there announce where they are in the traffic pattern, what runway they’re planning on using, etc.  Ted did all of the talking on the radio the first time, but he said I was going to do it at the next lesson.  I remember thinking, “What?!  That’s scary!”  I also remember that it was overwhelming divide my attention between looking out the windshield, and the seemingly million dials and gadgets on the inside!



The ‘one million dials’

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I forget which lesson it was, but I remember when I actually looked outside the plane just to see what was going on down on the ground, because it was becoming more comfortable to fly the plane and easier to pay attention to everything at once. I had time to look outside, just for the fun of it.

It amazed me how Ted would look out his side window while I went around and around the traffic pattern.  He never acted like he was nervous and has always been calm :)  If it were me, I’d probably be watching my student’s every move. He might have been nervous, but he never showed it, and  I’m sure I have done/do some scary things sometimes!  I remember once when we were coming in for a landing, he calmly stated, “We’re actually starting to get dangerously slow…”  but he didn’t quickly push in the throttle, he waited for me to do it.


It reminded me of when Daddy taught me how to drive.  He was always calm, too, even though I was almost hanging off the side of the road about to hit mailboxes because I was so afraid of going over the centerline.


True to his word, Ted made me talk on the radio on the next lesson.   It was so hard to remember what to say, and what order to say it in, but Ted helped me out when I couldn’t remember.   Crop dusters fly in and out of my home airport a lot during the summer, and once when we were practicing take offs and landings, either they asked us a question or started talking to us.  I looked at Ted like, “Help!  He talked to me…now what do I do?”   I forget if Ted answered him for me, or if he told me what to say, but either way…I didn’t die from talking on the radio!

An example of a traffic pattern.  Each part has a name so that when you announce on the radio where you are, other pilots know where to look for you.


My Flying Story Part 4: When My Feet Stopped Touching the Groundimage via Wikipedia


Here’s another interesting thing about runways that I learned.  One runway is actually two different runways, and a runway is named by what heading it is directed.   So if a runway lays north and south, and you land on it headed north, you are landing on Runway 36 (360° – they drop off the zero).   And you say, “Three-six”…not “thirty-six” :)   If you land on it the other way, headed south, you’re landing on Runway 18 “One-eight” (180°).



In this picture, the runway has a magnetic heading of 260°…this side is Runway 26.  If they landed on it coming the other way, it’d be Runway 8 (80°).

My Flying Story Part 4: When My Feet Stopped Touching the Groundimage via Wikimedia Commons



So when I enter the traffic pattern, I usually say, “Rochester traffic (to let anyone in the Rochester airport area know I’m in the area), Cessna 12874 (my airplane type and tail number) is entering downwind for Runway two-nine.”


One time after I soloed, another airplane entered the traffic pattern while I was on downwind, about to turn to base.   I got so flustered about having to talk to another pilot on the radio, that I reported that I was about to turn onto crosswind.  As you can see from the picture, crosswind and base are on totally opposite sides of the pattern, but then I corrected myself and once again, I didn’t die from talking on the radio.   I told my sisters about it later, and I joked that I felt like telling the other pilot, “Don’t get in my airspace!  I’m trying to fly here!”, haha!


It’s so easy now, it’s hard to believe that it used to be difficult!  Now whenever I have something else that seems too hard to remember how to do in my flight training, I just remind myself of the string of things that used to be hard but now are normal and easy :)


12874 is my favorite airplane, but I like 4378Q’s name, because when you talk on the radio, letters have special names. “E” and “3” and “P” could all sound the same, as well as “M” and “N”.   So “4378Q” is “Four-Three-Seven-Eight-Quebec”.  Doesn’t that sound cool?!  Haha!



Aviation Alphabet


My Flying Story Part 4: When My Feet Stopped Touching the Groundimage via AddisonAndLake on Etsy


It took a while for me to be able to make the pattern look like it was supposed to.  Especially when turning onto Final.  It looked more like this:  :)


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I remember Ted telling me that I was consistently overshooting final, so I needed to figure out what to do differently.  Now that’s an idea…something isn’t working here, so maybe I need to change it, lol!  I guess I was so focused on carburetor heat, wing flaps, airspeed, throttle, etc. that I wasn’t thinking that maybe there might be a reason I was overshooting final 😀   It was also difficult to judge where I needed to be in relation to the airport.  I wanted to ‘hug’ the airport, but then I was too close to set up for a good landing :)


Eventually I learned to control the airplane, instead of letting it control me…Ted told me once, “Pretend like it’s one of your little brothers and you’re going to make it do what you want it to do!”  Lol!


When you are turning an airplane, you step on the rudder pedal at the same time that you turn the yoke.  That took a lot of concentration at first.  A few weeks ago when I was flying I realized, “Hey!  I didn’t even have to think about the rudder pedals…I just did it!”  😀



(Juliet Echo Sierra Sierra India Charlie Alpha)


…to be continued :)



My Flying Story Part 3: Ground School & The Written Test

My Flying Story Part 3: Ground School & The Written TestRead Part 1 here.

Read Part 2 here.

Having Jim as a ground school instructor was a lot of fun :)  He’s flown in the Marines, corporate jets, the airlines, and at one of the classes he mentioned flying for President Johnson. At first I thought maybe it was a president Johnson of some company…then he mentioned Lady Bird and I thought, “Wait! You mean THE President-of-the-United-States Johnson!!!”

My sisters teased me that I was just going to ground school for all of the stories that he told about his flying adventures.  He is a great teacher and helped me out with several different things in ground school.  When I was having trouble understanding parts of it, he’d take the time to go over it with me before or after class.
By the way, if you ever visit the air museum in Dayton, Ohio, the King Air and the Sabreliner that Jim flew for President Johnson are there :)  I haven’t gotten to visit that museum…yet!  I’m going to someday :)

We learned about airspace, how to use a flight computer (the wheel in the picture above),  plotting a course on a map, light gun signals, airport signs and taxiway markings and so much more.  We also heard about a coyote who used to race the airplanes on the runway, how the air traffic controllers at O’Hare like to put on an accent for the country the pilot is flying from, a couple of pilots who ran out of fuel and landed their plane in a tree, only for one of them to die from trying to climb out of the tree, and a deer than ran into a plane while the plane was taxiing!  I also found out that all of the planes coming up from Florida to O’Hare fly through an area called ‘The Cleft’ (part of an ‘air highway intersection’) which is only a few miles from me :)




From January to about March, I went every Tuesday night for ground school (and stories!).  Then I’d come home and tell Daddy about what I’d learned.  He likes to go to bed on the earlier side, but he usually waited up on me and I’d tell him some of the interesting things (or stories!) I had learned…it’s fun having another pilot in the house :)

There was one other lady who took the classes at the same time I did.  By now I was getting more and more used to being ‘outnumbered’ by guys at the meetings, but it was nice having Kristina there doing it at the same time as me :)  Don’t laugh…I’m used to be surrounded by GIRLS not guys!  I have SIX SISTERS peoples! :) Hehe!




I knew that March was when Women in Aviation awarded the scholarships…so I was wondering (and hoping!) that perhaps my name was on the list of those being awarded.

But alas! No scholarships came my way.  I was somewhat disappointed, but by this time He had shown that He was well able to provide, and He kept encouraging me to go forward.  Like I said before, I often asked Him,  “Are You SURE that I should be doing this?”  and in one way or another, sometimes in multiple ways He kept telling me, “Yes!  THIS is where I want you to be right now.  Keep going!”

Remember how in my previous post He had so clearly told me to ‘Be still’?  This was just as clear, only He was telling me, “Move forward now!”



Moving forward has been so much fun for me…learning and trying new things I didn’t think were possible.  It’s exhilarating.  And scary sometimes…pushing me out of my comfort zone, but moving outside of that zone is freeing :)

I did ask Him one day, “Why did I go to all of that work of submitting the applications if I wasn’t going to win anything?”  That was a silly question, and I knew it, but I love how He doesn’t mind my silly questions :)  Hardly had I gotten that question out before He quickly told me, “Because you wouldn’t have come this far if you hadn’t have heard about them! It put you on the ‘road’ to flying.”


Which is so true! By the time I found out that I hadn’t received a scholarship I had:

1. Gotten my medical and student pilot certificate
2. Went through Ground School
3. Met a whole group of pilots, who are so good at encouraging and cheering you on :)
4. Had a pretty good idea who I wanted to be my instructor
5. Become a member of the Mentone Flying Club
6. Discovered WAI, a great organization that encourages women to fly!
7. Saved almost half the money I needed for lessons ( I probably wouldn’t have had the motivation to save like I did if I didn’t have the possibility of flying)


photo via Sporty’s

My Flying Story Part 3: Ground School & The Written Test


I was sad when Ground School was over…I missed my Tuesday night ‘airplane study/story time’ 😀    I kept trying to study parts of what Jim had taught us, to get ready for the test, and did a few practice tests on Sporty’s  ‘Study Buddy’   (There’s also an app for that 😉 ).  Finally I decided that I wasn’t going to be any more ready than I already was.  And if worse came to worse…I’d just have to pay and take it again.  I might lose some money, but I wouldn’t die! 😀


So I scheduled my test for April 10th of this year.  I was pretty nervous, and I think I took the whole 2 1/2 hours they give you to do the sixty-question test…because I SO wanted to make sure I got the answers right!   Much to my relief, I PASSED the test the first time! 😀  When I clicked the last button on the screen and the message popped up saying I had passed,  I collapsed into the back of my chair and said something like, “Yay!!!  Whew!”.  The lady who was there to get the printout for me said, “Were you worried?!”  YES I was! And I was sooooooo happy!



A couple of weeks before my test I was feeling really discouraged, about almost everything (you know those days?!), but especially because I hadn’t really ‘heard’ anything from God for a while, about anything, and it was miserable.  Nothing was standing out to me in my reading, he hadn’t spoken to my heart very recently…nothing.


Whenever I’m discouraged my favorite thing to do is to listen to an encouraging sermon or message, and just let my mind soak in truth :)   I was on my way home from Fort Wayne that weekend, and decided to listen to a message while I was driving.


I started listening, and in the message there were ten people who prayed and spoke words of encouragement over this business lady.  But what they were praying and speaking could have been for me about flying!  One man told this lady, “You’re struggling with lies that you’re not smart enough, but you are…you’re intelligent, you’re smart, you can do this!”. My Flying Story Part 3: Ground School & The Written Test

How did they know that?! I don’t often think of myself as a ‘dumb’ person, but neither have I considered myself as especially ‘intelligent’ :)  And my upcoming test was intimidating me.

Another person prayed that this lady would have peace ‘flowing from her belly’…and I don’t know about you, but whenever I get anxious, I feel it in my stomach! I am such a careful, cautious person when it comes to doing things that I’ve never done before, going places I’ve never gone before…anything unknown…so God’s been stretching me a lot, and I tend to get anxious with anything unknown :)


Someone else said, “God wants you to go forward!  Don’t worry about the pressure you feel, God is using it like water in a dam to produce great things in you.”  And another one spoke of a wall that God was building, and to not look at the rubble from the walls that God was taking down, but to focus on what God is building (like in Nehemiah).  I feel like God has been taking down and rebuilding my thoughts in so many different ways over the past few years, in several areas.  And he gave me that story of Nehemiah last year, so that was like an extra confirmation. Another person spoke of God moving obstacles out of the way.


There were so many things that they said that just kept reassuring me, “Go forward!  God will provide!  You’re supposed to be here!  Keep going!  Don’t be afraid!”


The Holy Spirit was so clearly speaking to me through this message. I cried because I was so happy to be hearing him again. I cried because I was realizing (again) how much He cares about the details in my life. He doesn’t say, “I want you to do this, now go’, and leave us to figure things out on our own. He loves being involved in our lives. He loves giving good gifts to His children :)




I also asked Him, “What lie am I believing?” and he answered, “You don’t believe that I’m going to come through on My promises.”
I’d never actually say that, but I realized that it was true…I had this subconscious attitude of, “I know You said that you’re going to provide, but I’ll just wait and see how you’re gonna do it first before I really believe you.”

“And what is the truth to replace that lie?” I asked.

He replied, “I am with you, I will NEVER leave you or forsake you. I will finish what I start!”


He won’t lead me down a dead end. He won’t get me lost. He will provide for everything he is asking me to do. It most likely will not look like I think it will look like, but it will be better than what I thought it would be!






boldmethodP.s.  If you like airplanes, and you want to see pictures, watch videos, and take quizzes…visit!   And if you’re a student pilot…they have three courses that are extremely helpful, too, if you’re trying to study airspace, VFR charts, or weather reports :)  Jim got me hooked on this site…then I got Daddy hooked on it, lol!  I told him about it one evening, then later he came to me and teased, “You are bad!”  “What?!  What’d I do?” I asked.  “That Boldmethod site…do you know how long I’ve been on it this evening when I was supposed to be working in my office?” he replied  😀 😀 😀


Read Part 4


My Flying Story Part 2: Medicals & Flying Clubs



A few weeks after the retreat (read Part 1 here), I got a package from Lisa! She got our address from Mommy, of course, being in contact with her with T-Tapp :)  She not only sent me four of the magazines from Women in Aviation, she also sent me a note with money to join WAI if I wanted to. And a CD with a song based off of the verse, “Be still and know that I am God”.


I was so excited! I read all of the magazines, looked up the website, and found out that actually, they DO have scholarships for people who want to fly, ‘just for fun’! It was too late to send in an application for the scholarships for 2014, so I knew I would have to wait until November of 2014 to apply for the 2015 scholarships. And oh it seemed SO far away!


My first three magazines :)



It started becoming a countdown….

…to April when I would send in the membership money (they require you to be a member through March of the year of the scholarship you’re applying for, so I wanted to make sure my membership was current when I applied).  It was a happy day when I got the little packet and membership card in the mail from them!

…then a countdown for my first magazine to come!

…then for the second magazine to come that would list all of the scholarships available for 2015.
I picked two scholarships I wanted to apply for and started reading up on what they required. One required that I get my third class medical and student pilot certificate. What was that?! I emailed Lisa several times, asking her questions :)

The student pilot certificate is sort of like a driving permit.  The 3rd class medical was basically a physical, only I had to find an ‘AME’…aeronautical medical examiner…to do it.  That was another happy day when I held that piece of paper that said I was physically fit to fly. It was starting to feel a bit more real!


I started writing the essays and putting the scholarship requirements together, and saw that they wanted to see what kind of involvement I’ve had with aviation. Ummm. None. Other than dashing out of the house when I heard a low-flying plane, or waving at a nearby crop duster as he looped over our house. So I asked Lisa again…what do I do?  I remember one of her suggestions was to visit a local flying club.


One of the many crop dusters we’ve seen this year :)

crop duster


That intimidated me a little bit…you mean go to a meeting where I don’t know ANYBODY?!  Yikes! 😀


It turned out that the Warsaw Flying Club was getting a new hangar, and they needed help remodeling and painting the lobby area. Cassia and I went one evening and had a blast helping peel off old wallpaper, and visiting with some of the moms who had kids in the ‘Young Guns’ flying program .  We made new friends, and it was fun to be able to help out that way :)


I also visited the Mentone Flying Club during a meeting where they had a cookout. I asked Cassia if she wanted to come with me, because I was so nervous about going into a group where I knew NOBODY 😀  Especially since I was pretty sure there weren’t going to be very many other ladies, lol! She was interested in coming, so the two of us went together. I met the same instructor that taught Daddy how to fly, and also several other people. They were ALL so nice and very helpful, and I kept hearing good things about Ted Cox, Daddy’s instructor.  I asked Ted a few of my questions (if only he knew it was the beginning of many questions, haha!), including whether I should do ground school before, during, or after flight training.  Ted told me about Jim Ewen, who teaches ground school for free every January!


We also talked to another pilot named Brent.  When I asked him if he flew for the airlines he said, “No, I’m a crop duster.” Kind of like, “No big deal…I’m a crop duster.” Cassia and I lit up and started asking him lots of questions about that…we love watching the crop dusters around us! We also talked to a helicopter ambulance  pilot, and several other people. I realized during that club meeting that I REALLY enjoyed talking to pilots. I also became a ‘social’ member of the club that night :)  I found out that I didn’t really need to be nervous…they were all very welcoming and a lot of fun!  Cassia and I really enjoyed coming that night, and I started attending the club meetings whenever I could.


At this point I hadn’t told a lot of people yet about the possibility of flying.  I guess unconsciously I had this idea that I wanted to see if it would work out before I said anything about it.  The problem with that idea is that you miss out on a lot of help and encouragement from others in your journey…whatever it may be.  People aren’t waiting to see if you’ll succeed, they’re wanting to help you succeed!  I’ve seen that to especially be true in the aviation community.  I LOVE my flying club!  It’s like having a lot of uncles and grandpas cheering you on :)



At some point in time, I started realizing that God had bigger plans than for me to just ‘fly for fun’.  I’m still not sure what that is, or what that looks like…but I think God takes dreams that He’s placed within us, and then gives us ways to bless others with the things we love doing most!


Always, always there was the thought that maybe this is a silly thing to be pursuing. Maybe I shouldn’t be spending all of this money on it. Maybe this is frivolous …maybe it’s irresponsible…maybe.

It’s NOT that I haven’t enjoyed it!  I have enjoyed every.single.minute of my flight training :)    God gently kept nudging me forward, through encouragement from someone, or something I read that day, He kept (and keeps) telling me again, “THIS is where I want you to be! Keep moving forward!”


A big hurdle for me was/has been the cost of flying, which is why the scholarships appealed to me so much. When I first started applying for them, I also began saving whatever money I could, but I was pretty sure that if I didn’t get the scholarship, I wasn’t going to be flying. There was just no way.
Well, God is way, way bigger than my box! Thank goodness! And he keeps nudging me out of my box, too, which is rather frightening and exhilarating at the same time.  He is also a very good Father with all the resources of the world at His disposal…and He loves to give good gifts to His children :)


My next thing I looked forward to was ground school.  You have to take a few tests to get your Private Certificate, and one of them is the Written, or ‘Knowledge’ test.  I didn’t have the money to fly yet, but I could get the book work part out of the way plus it was going to be fun to at least learn more about flying :)  Ground school started on January 6th of this year…I wrote in my journal that night, “Tonight I had my first night of ground school-YAY!”





to be continued 😉


My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened

I’ve always wanted to learn how to fly an airplane…and this year that dream has become a reality!

Last Saturday was my first solo ‘cross country’!!!  I talked on the radios and landed at a towered airport…by myself! 😀

But let me start at the beginning…


First solo cross country – September 6, 2015

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


I’ve been wanting to share this story for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to start.   I finally decided the best way to start was…well…to start!

My first experience with flying was before I was born :)  Daddy got his license the year Mommy was expecting me, and he took her up a few times before I was born, so I guess you could say that my first flight was in utero!  

Daddy, myself, and Leah

June 1994

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened

By the time I was old enough to remember anything, Daddy was no longer current (he had us cute little girls to take care of, haha!),  but first time I remember flying I was about seven years old when Daddy took Leah and I up with his friend as the pilot (since Daddy’s license wasn’t current). I remember that we flew over the water of Michigan Lake with the sun shining on it. I remember flying over our house and waving at Mommy, Susannah, and Cassia. And I remember that the earmuffs/headphones were tight on my head and gave me a headache, but I still liked the flight. I also remember that Leah fell asleep :)  Leah now says, “WHY did I fall asleep and waste a good airplane ride?!”


As I got older, I always liked airplanes, and I used to joke that I didn’t want a driving license, I wanted a pilot’s license!!!  But alas…you can’t run errands or go to the grocery store in an airplane, so I got my driving license first :)


Off and on through the years, I’d feel that little tug in my heart whenever I got around airplanes or heard or read about flying. There’s just something in an airplane…the wings, the tail…it’s so beautiful!
I so wanted to do it, but I would just not think about it too often because, I thought, it wasn’t practical. If I didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t tug at me as often. What would I do with flying anyway besides just fly for fun? And there was no way in a million years (it seemed) that I could save enough money to do it. And why pour the time and money into it when, again, I didn’t have a ‘good reason’ to?


Then Jesus took me through a time of resting and being still with Him. I struggled for a few years, wondering if I was supposed to be ‘doing more’. I loved my life and it was very comfortable, but I’d wonder often if I wasn’t supposed to be ‘out there doing something’. Whatever ‘out there doing something’ was! Especially as Cassia and Susannah started pursuing their callings in EMS and midwifery.  I often asked God, “What is my calling? Shouldn’t I be doing something?” And every time I asked Him, He always gently and clearly told me, “You are right where I want you to be, doing exactly what I want you to do.” He taught me to be still with Him, and showed me so much more of how much He loves me. SO MUCH of what I read and heard during that time was, “I love you so much! Rest on Me, and be still. I’m taking care of you.”


When we saw the caption, we thought, ‘No YOU guys are the legendary ones! You fly airplanes!’

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


All of us like airplanes in this family, so when Disney came out with the movie Planes, ALL of us ‘kids’ went to see it 😀  On the way in to the theater, the Warsaw Flying Club had their trainer plane out there with info on Discovery Flights.  We had liked their Facebook page, so when we walked up, Jon Fussle said, “Your’re the Seven Sisters!” and we thought, “How did you know who we are?!”  Lol!   We got our picture taken by the plane, and he posted it on Facebook. :)     We ended up buying Discovery Flights when they had a special in December, and then we spread out all of our flights over the next year (2014). It was SO much fun! And I ended up going up in the plane three times, once up front, twice riding along with siblings.


June 12, 2014 – my first ‘discovery flight’

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


Cherokee Cove

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


In November of 2013, Mommy was getting ready to go do a T-Tapp retreat in Tennessee. I was feeling especially stressed during that time because I wanted to go (I love traveling with her to her clinics!), but I had lots to catch up on at home, and wasn’t sure if I should spend a long weekend relaxing when I could be working and catching up on some things at home. I debated and debated. Finally, I decided to go, and Leah did, too. I was glad I was going, but I still had a nagging feeling all the way to Tennessee that maybe I should be home, working on stuff.


Cherokee Cove in September (when we went back in 2014)

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


Then we started coming into the mountains! We saw this ‘logging trail’ on the side of one and commented that it looked a bit daunting. “Can you imagine driving up that?!” We drove through the pretty valley for a while until the road went straight to that ‘logging trail’. It wasn’t any wider than our driveway in some places, it turned into gravel part of the way up, had hairpin turns, and there was NO guard rail! At that point I started really getting excited…this was exhilarating!


My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


As soon as we arrived at the Christian retreat center, I was amazed by the peace that I felt in that place! And everywhere I looked I saw the verse, “Be still and know that I am God!” (it happens to be this retreat’s ‘theme verse’). And when we went into the ‘bunk room’ where we were going to sleep, verses of God’s love for us were painted over the beds. And several of them were ones that God had given to me as ‘my’ verses! I loved this place already! I met a lady there named Lisa, who had come for the retreat, and she commented on the verses, too, and I remember she said that she picked her bed underneath her favorite verse 😀


One of the verses painted over the beds

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened

Everyone in the South is so warm and friendly, even if they’ve never seen you before in their life, and on top of that was their Christian love…it shone out everywhere and made me feel so safe and warm and loved :)  I was SO glad I had come along! Stewart and Samantha are the couple who own and run the retreat center, and Stewart, we discovered was a super good cook! No…a gourmet chef! Every meal we had, he would come out and describe the menu to us, just like you see the chefs on cooking shows describe the food they’ve prepared, and we found out that the blueberries were picked off of the mountain, the potatoes were grown in their garden, and the beef came from a nearby farm. SUCH. GOOD. FOOD!
The whole place oozed peace and goodness :)

Yummy food at Cherokee Cove

My Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened


One of the evenings that we were there, I got to talk to Lisa some more, and I asked her what she did for a job. When she told me that she was aMy Flying Story Part 1: A Dream Awakened pilot for Delta airlines I was like, “WHAT?! Tell me more!!!!” I didn’t say exactly that, but I’m sure my face did! I asked her a few more questions, I think, and told her how I’ve always like airplanes and wanted to fly, but it just wasn’t practical because I didn’t have a specific goal to use it for. She then told me about an organization called Women in Aviation that awarded scholarships every year. That interested me!

I remember she said something about she could send me some of her magazines, but I didn’t want to be greedy and be like, “Yes please do! Here’s my address!” So since she didn’t have my address, I didn’t expect her to actually send them to me. Besides, I was guessing they didn’t have scholarships for people to learn how to fly just for fun! They probably wanted you to use it toward a career.


I went home refreshed and so blessed…and there was a teeny tiny awakening of that dream to fly.  I just didn’t quite realize it yet :)








Haiti (part one)

I. LOVE. Haiti!!  Looking back, I can’t even remember when it started, but that was a long time ago, so we’ll just leave it at that.

Haiti has always (as long as I can remember) had a special place in my heart.  I knew, if I ever went on a mission trip, it would be Haiti.  But I never thought it would happen. I mean, none of us kids have been out of the country (until last year when Anna went to Guatemala), I didn’t have my passport, and haven’t came across an organization that I would want to go with. Oh, and money. That always is a problem.   I had prayed about it on and off, here and there…and forgot about it.


Last November I was successfully wasting time on Facebook browsing, and saw that someone had invited us to like a page of this organization called “Breath of Life Haiti”. That immediately caught my attention!!  I read everything I could on that page and liked what I saw.  The organization is focused on women and babies (my cup of tea!!!!! Since I am going into midwifery!). They go to Haiti several times a year and teach a prenatal class to about 25 women.  They had a trip coming up January 2015 and were asking for sponsors for these women.  It is a one time $80 sponsorship so a pregnant woman can attend the two day class, receive water, a meal, vitamins and a baby outfit/blanket etc. You can write her a note and send a picture too.

I had decided to sponsor, and hadn’t really even thought about the fact that I might be able to go to Haiti with this organization. I was just super excited that I could do something to help and personally write a Haitian a note!

After a month-ish, corresponding with Ashley (the mission trip leader/organization president), she had emailed me and said she noticed that we sew and crochet (she clicked on the link to our Etsy shop that is in the signature of my email). Would I be interested in going on a future trip to teach the women there?


Months went by. I prayed about it (a lot), talked to my parents (sure I can decide for myself, but it is wise to listen to the counsel of parents!!) and kept in touch with Ashley.

One other problem that was miraculously solved….getting the time off of work.

I got my passport, church family had generously donated to help out with my trip expenses, lists were made of what to bring, we brain stormed on what to teach them to sew, sewing kits were put together, someone had generously donated over 175 yards of fabric and patterns were made.


Haiti 2015


People. I was going to Haiti!!!!!






—to be continued—

What Not To Do When Driving An Ambulance & First Night of Class


We had just gotten back from a call, I pulled up  by the station and saw a piece of something on the side of the road. I thought to myself “that doesn’t look like a good thing to run over, I’ll pick it up later so no one runs over it”, so I went around it with the front wheel best as I could, but when I swung out in the street to back in I ran over it with the back tire.

Get backed in, open the door and was greeted with a not so lovely sound, “SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”…you could hear a big air leak.

I looked at my partner and said “do you hear that?”

He went to go check it out, and I went to go pick up that piece of trash,or whatever it was, because I knew exactly what had happened. I have no idea what it was other then a mixture of plastic and metal.

We have a second ambulance but it was currently out of service. 😛 Called the maintenance guy, couldn’t get a hold of him, and it was getting late…

Thankfully he got back to us within 10 minutes, and was able to come down to the station to put on one of the spare tires. Yay!

Word of advice: Don’t slice ambulance tires. 😛


You can’t really tell in the picture, but it did loose a lot of air.




Last night was first my very first class…it went exceptionally well and I’m looking forward to the next one! :)


And so it begins!



Thank you so much for your prayers…I appreciate them so much!!! :)


How EMS saved my life!

I’m not exactly sure when it all started…I was 17ish…I was a horribly miserable person.

I hated life…

I hated myself…

I hated God (to a point)…

Believing lies about myself, about God, and about my family…in all I wanted to disappear, wanted a way out from the horrible, miserable mess that I was in.

I thought about killing myself on multiple occasions because if you’re dead all your problems are solved right? WRONG!

I thought about jumping the train to run away from home, not because my family was so horrible, far from it! But because I “thought” I couldn’t take life anymore, and if I hopped the train and ran away, I could run away from all my troubles.

There was one big problem though, it is illegal to hop the trains (yeah I looked it up back when I was considering it),  if I got caught I’d be in trouble with the law…and since I really, really, really, really liked all things fire/police/ems…well I wanted to remain “friends” with them!


A place I have come to love!

I use to talk non-stop (true story…just ask my family! :) ), about anything to do with the emergency services, to a point that looking back I can say that I had to be terribly annoying! Lol!  Around the age of 17 I also decided that I wanted to go into EMS and be an EMT…but it was for all the wrong reasons…the glory of it all and how it would make me look good…that’s just embarrassing!

Over the course of several years I prayed about it to see if that was God’s will for me…funny how I could practically almost not believe in God but I remained firm that if this wasn’t where God wanted me then I would not go into EMS. I wanted God’s blessing on it…yet, I still wasn’t sure if I really believed in God.


I believe that God planted in my heart the desire to go into EMS, and with that desire He grew me in so so so many ways and continues to do so. But with that desire He gave me, He used it to save my life.


As much as I hated life and wanted to kill myself, there was one thing that kept coming back to me…I really wanted to be an EMT, and as we all know, dead people just really don’t make good EMTs. 😛


So even though my motives were wrong at the time, God used it to save my life..and then! Fall of 2011 I said, “Okay God…I’m tired with all this junk that I have acquired, I’m not saying I believe in You, but I’ll at least start on the path that leads back to You.”


January 2012 I surrendered my life back to Christ and really owned my faith as my very own! Can I just tell you…OH. MY. GOODNESS!  It’s a very amazing thing to go about your day and think of something besides hate, lies and death!  You have such a better outlook on life (imagine that). The peace and joy that I had was such a HUGE contrast to way I had previously been.

As God changed my heart towards Him, He also changed my heart for EMS. I will be the first one to tell you that the lights, siren and excitement of it all is amazing!  But that’s not my reason for wanting to be in EMS, my core reason is because I love people and want to be a blessing to them, I want God to be able to love them through me! Building on that foundation I have a huge passion for EMS! :)


Having fun with the marker board. :)


Days turned into months, and months into years as I waited for an answer from God…I still wanted His blessing on it.

The reason? EMS  is not an easy field, you experience things that can really affect you in a negative way if not dealt with. I knew there would be the happy times, the sad times, and the times that make me want to quit…I believe God is with us where ever we go, but when we walk in His perfect will for us that there is an added blessing. I want to be so in the center of God’s will that when those times come, I don’t doubt myself if I choose the right path…I can know in my knower that I am right where I’m supposed to be and God will help me through whatever I am facing.


Two years after I had first asked God about EMS, I attended a conference for people in the medical field. (you may recall a post I did about this conference last year.)

Through the seminars I sat in on and then talking to my parents when I came home…God showed me EMS was a yes!!!

I…was elated! And had an amazing peace!

But I still had a lot more waiting to do! Waiting is SO hard…but SO SO SO  worth it!




Next was “When do I start classes?”

Again, I could rush out and find every class in the state, pick one and go with it. But for me, I wanted to wait on God’s timing.

Last year during elections, us four older girls and Mommy helped out at the polls.  It makes for a really long tiring day but a fun one as well! :)  Mommy was helping out at our local polling location that was at the fire station.  At one point she took a break and went to the EMS lounge area to get some lunch.

A friend of ours was just coming off shift so they struck up a conversation, and through the course of that conversation Mommy mentioned that I was interested in EMS.  The friend then suggested that I come drive for Mentone EMS…get my feet wet and see how I like it.

At the end of the day we all came home from the various polling locations we had been working at…there’s always stories to tell so as we sat around laughing and catching up, Mommy shared with me about the ambulance driving opportunity.


Whenever I would hear of “EMS opportunities”, I’d start to get scared, doubtful and want to run the other way…As Mommy shared I started to feel that familiar turning in my stomach…but then I had peace, His peace.

I prayed about it and told God to remember that I promised Him I would not go until He said go!  He reminded me of a verse He gave to me back in 2012 for EMS. It says: “You shall go forth with joy and BE LED FORTH WITH PEACE!” Isaiah 55:12


Stopped in my tracks I was like: “Oh wow! This is you God!”  The next Monday I went to the station to meet and talk things over with the training officer about what it all entails.

Needless to say I walked away with an application to be an ambulance driver. :) And on October 21st I was voted in as a member of Mentone EMS.


Trauma training 2
Trauma Training


From my journal:

November 29th, 2014

My very first day on call! Was on call from 9 a.m.-6 p.m. and nothing happend. I won’t lie, I was a little disappointed…but it’s okay. :) This morning while trying (note trying), to eat breakfast I said “I’m just going to scream and get it all out, all the pent up emotion!” Leah, Bekah and Anna, the ones that were around, were like uh…and prepared for impact…I screamed  then ended up laughing. :) 😛


Here’s what I wrote 9 days later on December 8th.

I GOT MY VERY 1ST CALL!!!!!!!!!!! So very, very, very exciting! I got to the station (note: it’s a volunteer service and since I live close enough to the station, I can be on call from home).

Bobby (one of my instructors),  says: “I’m going to let you drive”

Me: Okay…and nervously gets in.

Him: Do you know where you’re going?

Me: Uh, no…I was so focused on just getting here.

He walked me through every step (thank goodness!), I tell dispatch that “Medic 98 is en route” pull half way out, turn on lights, make sure the road is clear and away we went. Traffic comes to a stand still for me…weird…cool! :) A couple of turns later and we’re there.

“County dispatch, Medic 98″…”on scene.”

Walk in and an elderly gentleman had fallen and needed help getting back up. He checked out fine and didn’t want to go to the hospital.

We helped him over to his chair and as I worked on getting some information, Bobby finished getting the gentleman his lunch (he had fallen while trying to get it).

Made sure he was good to go and walked out.

Back in the ambulance “County dispatch, Medic 98…we are 10/8 (back in service) on a signed refusal.” Drove back to the station and backed in perfectly (the very first time I backed in during some training, I did a terrible job and held up traffic on main street while trying to get lined up with the door…it was embarrassing. :P) Finished up on some paperwork…high-fived on my first call and giddy me left the station.


Eight months later…I have so so so very  much enjoyed being a driver, learned a ton and still have a ton more to learn! :)

There’s been good calls, funny calls, bad calls…something I’ve learned is that God’s grace is there when you need it, I’ve come to appreciate it in a whole new way, and the phrase “amazing grace,” means so much more to me then it did in the past!


This year  I’ve turned down three opportunities for an EMT class…it might seem like a dumb thing to do when this is where I want to go in life… but they were either not a good fit with my work, or the timing was bad. Like the one that was from June-August and was 4 days a week.  That’s right over the fair and as you know from our previous “Fair posts”…that is no time to do such things! :)


Via my EMS people :)  I was given information for a class that starts in August.  I took everything into consideration, distance, cost, timing, choice of instructor…prayed about it and found the familiar peace that I had been given in previous EMS decisions. Let me tell you…that “joy and peace”…I definitely have it!!!

I’m so excited, beyond excited to tell you that in August, I will be starting EMT classes!!!! I dropped off my application yesterday, met my instructor, and became familiar with the location (didn’t want to do that on my first night of class!)


…One chapter of life has came to an end…another one is being written…


My favorite vehicles ever!!! :)



As I sit here sharing my story with you I want to laugh, cry and scream!

Laugh because as I reflect on how I use to be…it seems so ridiculous! Kill myself? Seriously?  Yes, seriously…one time while cleaning up my room I found a paper with this number on it: 1-800-273-Talk. “What’s this?” I thought, then “Oh man, I know what this is.” At one point I had written down the number for the suicide prevention lifeline. So I laugh because it’s hard to believe I use to be that way…but it was all very real!

Cry because God is so so so SO good! His faithfulness and love to me over that time is amazing, and still is! :) My parents, my family, my adopted 2nd mom and some mentors who helped me through that time, and still remain my friends after everything that I put them through! :) (and it was a lot!) I am who I am today because of them! So many people, the friend who was coming off shift, a dear friend of mine, my EMS family, my two main current instructors and many more…they all have helped me to get to this point in EMS and I am forever grateful! God is good and He is faithful!

Scream because I can hardly contain my excitement for the joy that is set before me!


I sing because I’m happy!!!



4H Fair Week: Day 6


4H Fair Week: Day 6

Today was the last day of the fair…the day of the 4H auction.  The picture above is of all of the kids lining up to sell their ‘chickens’…or rather their goodie baskets (since they couldn’t actually sell the chickens this year due to the avian flu quarantine).


The also sell ‘milk baskets’ for the goat project.  We used to sell goat wethers, but it is pretty hard for us to get a wether up to the weight minimum, and baskets, or buckets in our case, are more fun!


Noah with his bucket

4H Fair Week: Day 6



4H Fair Week: Day 6



4H Fair Week: Day 6



4H Fair Week: Day 6


The empty goat barn…all of the goats except the wethers went home last night.

4H Fair Week: Day 6


The sale order list…

4H Fair Week: Day 6


Standing in line in the swine barn while waiting to sell their ‘chickens’

4H Fair Week: Day 6


The auction barn

4H Fair Week: Day 6


Our friend, Asha from India, is visiting for the weekend!  So she got a full fair experience :)  We hung out in the goat barn while waiting until the girls were ready to sell.

4H Fair Week: Day 6




Cassia slept in the goat barn last night with a friend…and the two of them did not sleep much at all 😀  So Cassia was tired, even after having a cup of coffee!

4H Fair Week: Day 6



About ready to sell their chicken goodie bags :)

4H Fair Week: Day 6



Our milkshake count right now is 110!

The girls have to go to the fair to help take down and load up the llama gates, so the count may go up :)  The Leesburg Dairy Bar (the ice cream stand we get all of our milkshakes from) bought one of the girl’s goat buckets, so that more than made up for what we spent there 😉


We are so thankful for all of the people and businesses who come together to buy the animals and buckets and encourage these 4Hers!  Thank you Kosciusko!


And thank you to all of you wonderful blog readers for following our fair adventures!  It’s been fun writing them for you, and fun to read your comments both here and on Facebook :) :)