It’s a Love Story: Part III

Dr. Wile E. Coyote and I lived nine hours apart when we started dating. Keep in mind, that I had one semester of school left. I was student teaching. We recognized the importance of dates, but how could we go on an actual date when we were so far away? So, Dr. Coyote planned out this Skype date date. It was kind of lame, when I think about it now, but it was really sweet, because we were trying so hard. We had already decided that we were in this for the long haul (and I had…hoped when he told me that he wanted to pursue me that I was going to marry him someday). We did think we were going to get married. Or did we know? Either way, the Lord made it possible. And he was central to our relationship. We could not have a conversation without talking about God, the Bible, or something that the Lord had been teaching us lately. Anyway. Our date. We had agreed that we would have a decent background, we’d dress up, and drink from fancy glasses (we always had a cup of water nearby when we Skyped, anyway). I remember that I wore a dress (even though he could only see me from the waist up) and faced the computer toward the wall, with enough room between me and the “desk” I was using (aka, two boxes stacked on top of each other). I had just moved in to my new apartment in Sioux Falls, SD. We were still nine hours apart, ‘cuz you could take the interstate to Sioux Falls, whereas you had to take slower highways and country roads to get to Cottonwood. Dr. Wile E. Coyote wore a light green or blue polo. He also had set up a curtain behind him, and on the curtain, he had taped my most recent letter, a green music note he’d cut out, and a purple heart. And we did make our conversation more special that evening (although I couldn’t remember what we talked about at all). Can I remember things or what? (But oh yeah…it was, like, a year ago.)

Dr. Wile E. Coyote walking with me during our first Rochester visit together!
Dr. Wile E. Coyote walking with me during our first Rochester visit together!

And then we decided to meet up in person—I was having a neurologist appointment at the Mayo Clinic at the end of the month. It just so turned out that Rochester, MN, was close to the halfway point between our homes.   So Doug stayed in La Crosse the night before, and my mom and I drove up morning of. I was so excited. It was two days of appointments, and my mom paid for Dr. Wile E. Coyote to have his own separate hotel room (‘cuz otherwise he would have booked a room in a different hotel, and besides, my mother was getting Farm Bureau discounts). The anticipation was crazy! And Dr. Coyote totally beat us there. We found out where he was (because while he was lost at the Mayo, we had been there enough to know exactly where he was) and headed that way. I was walking on my mom’s arm, because I like having someone who I can hold onto as I walk so I don’t fall or something. Anyway, Dr. Coyote had no clue which direction we were coming from (as he parked in a different parking ramp than us), so I saw him first. He was looking around. And when he spotted me? Goodness. My mom dumped me off her arm and told Doug, “Here. You walk with her,” and so he did. I taught him how to “walk with me.” Dr. Coyote told me later that he felt like a prince. (Smiley face.) Because we were walking together, we could talk easier. I don’t even remember what we talked about. Both of us really had been worried that we would have nothing to talk about, but we’d realized that sometimes just being together was enough—no talking needed! Dr. Coyote came with to most of my appointments—there were a few neither came with, but they got along very well, my mother and Dr. Wile E. Coyote.

Dr. Wile E. Coyote and I before our first real date!
Dr. Wile E. Coyote and I before our first real date!

That night, we went on a date. Dr. Coyote had looked up a good restaurant in Rochester, Minnesota, with live music and a romantic atmosphere. He brought me there. It was so sweet! Our first date. There was conversation, live music, supper, and of course, looking into each other’s eyes. We came back to the hotel room and watched “The Amazing Spiderman,” because we had made a list of things we wanted to do together, and that was on our list. J We cuddled. Anyhoo, the next morning, we read the Word together and discussed it. And then it was time for day two of appointments. (I think I only had like, two this day.) We showed Doug where we’d go when we’d go to the Mayo Clinic (there is a whole subway level beneath the roads and sidewalks, connected to the Clinic). And then, Dr. Wile E. Coyote had to leave. (Sad face.) But first, we went to a Carribou Coffee—we got coffee, mom went to her own little corner and ignored us like she is so good at doing when we’re having a “moment,” and Dr. Coyote and I drank coffee and looked into each other’s eyes. We did that a lot. When we brought him to his car after, our first kiss was behind a light pole that was kind of behind the minivan. (Mom didn’t see us, but she knew. Moms do that kind of thing.) She told me on the way home that she knew that Dr. Coyote would marry me one day. I don’t know how, but moms just sort of know. It’s kind of weird.

In LaCrosse, WI at Grandad's Bluff
In LaCrosse, WI at Grandad’s Bluff

We tried to get together in person close to once a month. We met in La Crosse one weekend, which is his college town, so he showed me his favorite spots. He stayed at the apartment with some of his friends, and I stayed at the house of some of their girlfriends. We went on a Saturday-Sunday so he could bring me to the church he loved so much while he was in college. And Fayze’s. AKA the best place to get breakfast in town. 😉

He came to Thanksgiving at my house. My mother invited BOTH SIDES of the family so that they could meet him. J My favorite moments of that weekend was slow dancing in a bedroom and then laying on the floor, holding hands, praying. It was really great. He hung out by himself with some of my family, and he remembered everyone’s names! If he would have been tested on that, he would have gotten an “A”! Christina had told me months earlier, that if I was bringing my boyfriend for Thanksgiving, I had to bring one for everybody. (Lol.) I remember one night when I was doing homework that Doug spent a few hours with my dad, helping him out with a project and just talking. Neither would relay what they talked about, but both enjoyed it. (Hmmm…?) My birthday was ON Thanksgiving that year. I don’t know about your family, but in my family, when everyone is together, we all celebrate birthdays. Birthdays are kind of a big deal. Dr. Wile E. Coyote got me a birthday present, too, and he gave me my Christmas present, because we weren’t positive when we’d get together next. One of the items, he had buried in another item—it was a ring. I knew that it was coming, because we had talked about it. Dr. Coyote had found this female ring once and tried to return it. When nobody came looking for it, he kept it. It has a purple heart on it and a gold band. He had it resized and cleaned for me. After I got it, I had to tell my family (all the extended family was like, “What!?”) that it was NOT an engagement ring. 😉

D and I playing piano while standing up, because the bench was at the Thanksgiving table!
D and I playing piano while standing up, because the bench was at the Thanksgiving table!
The YA table :)  The few adults had to sit on the end.  :)
The YA table 🙂 The few adults had to sit on the end. 🙂

That trip was really great. Every time Dr. Coyote and I got together, we grew more and more close. We’d been talking about getting married from the start, as I said, but many lies were broken down that weekend. I don’t even remember what they were, I just knew that they were there. We also had to be more careful when we were kissing, honestly. It was getting harder! I think that the person Dr. Coyote didn’t trust the most was himself, even though all the rest of us trusted him. I think it was after this trip when Dr. Coyote first told me that he loved me. I didn’t say anything, because I wanted him to say it first. But I think I’d let myself love him from that first Rochester trip. And Doug, who’s reading this blogpost and finding this out for the first time…..I think you loved me a lot longer, too. 😉


After I spent Christmas with my mom’s side of the family, I headed up to Peshtigo, Wisconsin to spend until a few days after New Year’s with Dr. Wile E. Coyote and his family. Before Christmas, I had officially GRADUATED! With a Bachelor of Liberal Arts degree, an instrumental music ed major. Anyway, I got to meet his parents and sister, to see the “sights” of Peshtigo, go to church with him, and meet his friends. One of his (now our) friends actually had her baby while I was there! I had seen her the day before in church, and she’d looked great. We went to go visit her in the hospital and see her new little baby and everything! Then the next day was New Year’s Eve. I bet you can guess what happened on that day, because I’m going to wait to tell you until Monday! 🙂


Have a great weekend!


Blessings and Thanksgiving with a high degree of cuteness factor

24 Now Thomas (also known as Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. 25 So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!”

But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”

26 A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” 27 Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”

28 Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”

29 Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” John 20:24-29

I feel like Thomas sometimes.  I think specifically about my relationship with Dr. Wile E. Coyote.  “No way this is happening, Lord.  Too good to be true!”  And then Dr. C and I pray together and read the word together.  “He’s just a good guy, with a pretty great faith life.”  We go deep (we’re way past favorite colors by now), and we talk about what God has been teaching us.  I pray that God would love him through me, and then God answers me.  “Seriously, God?”  Boom.  A family from his little town in northern Wisconsin was headed to my little town in eastern South Dakota for Thanksgiving.  He got Wednesday through Tuesday off, and even though he could only spend Wednesday through Sunday with me, HE SPENT WEDNESDAY THROUGH SUNDAY WITH ME.  “For real?” I ask in wonder.  God shakes his head and rolls his eyes.  “I got this.  Duh.”  The whole time we worry and make excuses, God is holding out his word and his promises.

“May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you though and through.  May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.  The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it.”  1 Thessalonians 5:23-24

On Friday night, Dr. Wile E. Coyote and I danced.  Just music playing on an iPhone and dancing.  After dancing, I flopped on the floor because I was tired.  Dr. C joined me, and then we just held hands and thanked the Lord for all the things he has done and still is doing in our lives and the lives of others around us.  I think that was one of my favorite moments, and it’s making it into my blog not because I want to display my personal life (trust me, you won’t get a lot of that here), but because it was meaningful to me.  It was to Dr. C, as well.  Dancing was like a dream come true for him, and everything was just great.  God is so faithful, and he hears his children and answers them.

God’s faithfulness is so like wow.  Not only in my relationship with Dr. Wile E. Coyote, but in so much of life.  I feel so gosh darn blessed when I look around at my stellar family and when I hear the soft guitar playing of my roommate and the opportunities I’ve had the last few years and just all sorts of things.  (There was a little moge poge of scenes going through my head, and accompanied with Kate’s beautiful guitar playing, it was like a movie.  Just telling you all.  I’m also in kind of a sappy mood lately, but ya’ll can blame that on the holder of my heart.)  Also, my roommates keep upping mine and Dr. C’s cuteness factor, cuz we’re seriously adorable.  And he can be such a romantic and I love it (which totally encourages it, too).  I am SO full of smiles this week.

Also, Thanksgiving Day was my birthday, and my mom wrote this post about me in her “30 Days of Thankfulness” month of November blog series.  I’m kind of a lover of words, and this was an awesome birthday present.  Also as a lover of words, I pretty much love encouraging things from the Word and things that Dr. Wile E. Coyote tells me and anything encouraging at all.  My love language is words of affirmation, you see.  Wow.  This blog post began with a verse and just took off.  Thanks for sticking with me.

“Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:11


Pushing It…Let’s Not

I had my wisdom teeth out on Friday.  “Be a bum,” they told me, and at first, I was.  Then, I kinda got bored with the whole “bum” thing.  I wanted to DO something.  I wanted to be productive.  So, I started packing.  On Sunday, I came back to school.  Mom drove me here and helped me bring my stuff up to my room because I wasn’t allowed to lift anything over 10 lbs or blood clots could come out and I could get dry socket.  Only 10 pounds?  That’s crazy!  “Don’t push it,” my mother warned me, and in all reality, that is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced.  It’s not just this weekend that I’ve been told that, either.  Having multiple sclerosis, “pushing it” means wearing myself out way too much for the day, causing my walking to become…not good.  “Pushing it” has meant bringing myself to a point of exhaustion physically (most often), emotionally, and mentally.  This dang disease kind of accelerates the others, as in, when I reach exhaustion in one of these areas, the rest are soon to follow.  But, honestly?  In the past, I have plowed right through anyway.  By testing my limits, I learn them.  I need to try things and experience them for myself before I can decide anything about them.  But this month, testing the limits brings the threat of dry sockets and more hassle than I need right now.  I don’t know how to not push it.  I’ve been through ONE day.  ONE.  And getting back in a routine makes me want to, well, you know (push it).

Now is the point where I would add scripture to support or not support the subject of this post.  However, I can’t think of any.  BUT, because I’ve been worrying about this whole thing, I DID look up Matthew 6:25-34 last night before I turned in.  My favorite verses out of that passage are 33 and 34:

33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Also good for the occasion is 1 Peter 5:7: “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”  Why do I worry I’ll push myself too hard?  Because I don’t need to.  I had a nice long talk with the Lord this morning, and I was assured that he’d help me out.  And seriously, I have been more aware today of pushing myself than in the past.  Before I lift something, I think about if it’s gonna be heavier than something I can’t tell on my own.  After band today, I worried that I played with a force that would match that ten pounds during the three pages of double forte.  However, I’m not gonna worry about it.  Know why?  Because I’ve cast my anxiety on Him.

I don’t know how much better I’ll be at not pushing myself once I don’t have to worry about the whole mouth thing, but I do believe I’m taking a step in the right direction.  Baby steps.  That’s what counts.

Almost everyone at least knows someone that’s had their wisdom teeth out.  Getting them out this close to school wasn’t supposed to happen (see my previous post), but it did.  I keep looking for the silver lining here.  The thing I’ve been doing most though, is pray.  (Seriously, what else do you do when preoccupied with holding ice to your face?)  This post really isn’t what I had wanted to write, but I still wanted to write something.  Do you know any verses that talk about what I did in my first paragraph?

“Smiling” with a still-swollen face, Anna ((o_o))

Morning Coffee with Jesus

I get up in the morning and start some coffee.  Here at home, my mom has an espresso machine, so it’s a mocha.  =)  I gather my journal, Bible, pen, pencil, and Zune.  I sit down with my filled-up mug nearby, and place the earbuds in my ears as I hit “play” on my favorite playlist.  I open my journal.  “Good morning, Lord!”  I start.  I chat with him and tell him what’s going on today, even though he already knows.  I tell him what’s on my mind, and ask him for advice as I place my troubles in his hands.  It is my time to write and reflect on the Lord and what he’s telling me.  I’m not a very good listener, but God talks to me through my pen as I journal, at times.  (Still not a good listener, but I’m a good talker!)  I’ve spent many-a mornings in this routine, and it helps keep me focused on the Important One throughout my day.  It’s not a formula to having a good day or the only formula that lets me connect with God; I’ve learned that this summer.  But it makes me feel better; it is my most comfortable way to study the Word and chat with the Lord.  Sometimes I’ll be reading some hard truths or about the prophesized destruction of Egypt, but other times, I’ll be reading about God’s awesomeness and just re-read it again and again.  God gives me hugs and shows me things and even if I don’t FEEL like anything is happening if I read a boring passage, he’s always up to something.  =)

Sometimes, I write poetry to God.  Many of my poems appear here, on this blog, but not all of them.  I write them before I fall asleep at night or during the day when I feel like it.  I wrote a lot of “psalms” (as I dub them) in the month of June.  I felt like David, pouring out my heart and laying down my troubles, but always seeing God’s face before I conclude.  Sometimes I would write praises and just sit in awe of my Lord.  He is worthy of that awe, you know?

Sometimes, when I’m suffering from boredom or writer’s block I’ll come here and randomly click on blogs to read under the category “Christianity.”  And that’s funny, too, because God always seems to lead me to a few that fall under the same type of theme.  He talks to me through you other bloggers!  I also read books like “Radical Disciple” by John Stott, ”Grace Walk” by Steve McVey or “”Generous Justice” by Tim Keller.  Right now, I am reading “Radical” by David Platt.  God totally uses these writings about himself to point out truths or to just tell me stuff.  I usually read this type of thing again, before I fall asleep at night or when I feel like doing something else but don’t have a brain to think of it.

Throughout my day, I talk to God.  As I said earlier, I’m not a very good listener.  But even just talking to him allows me to see his hand at work and to see his face in the middle of a day that may not be going so well.  God always makes it better.  And sometimes he does tell me things.  But I usually can’t tell unless he hits me in the face with a two-by-four.  Luckily, he’s all for that kind of thing.  Or just telling me subtly again and again.

And sometimes, in the middle of the day, I make myself another mocha and curl up with the Word.  It’s like habit now.  Whenever I drink coffee, mocha or not, I at least talk to God if I don’t write to him or read of him or his Word.  I tried giving up coffee altogether because I was thinking about it first thing when I woke up in the morning, and that wasn’t good.  But now I think about God and the wonderfulness of the day to come.


During the school year, I’d go to a coffee shop on Saturdays and spend my morning there.  There were even a few days this summer when I could hang out at a coffee shop with my Bible and a mocha.  Extended dates with Jesus are always refreshing to my spirit, especially if something is heavy on my mind or on my heart.  What do you do to spend some time with God?  What are some of your routines or habits in doing so? 


Smiling LOTS, Anna =)^2