This week is Taylor’s birthday. And one of the big gifts she got was an interior decorator(thanks Deb!).
Why is this so important?
We have been working through some to-dos in our house. Things that we want to do because when we moved into the house:
We were house poor.
We were about to have a baby.
There was a pandemic, and no one was coming over.
Fast forward 2 years, and now we are ready to have people over. Also, we have been locked down and looking at our house and creating a wish list. My list included re finishing the deck, a tv for the garage/studio outside, pressure washing everything, laying a gas line for the grill, etc. One of the big things for Taylor’s list was to buy a couch. As a male, there were many things I didn’t understand, but have since come to my attention: one does not simply “buy a couch”. One must consider the past, present, and essence of the couch. The color schemes (what?) the purpose of the room (huh?) what it will match wish (wtf?). And it can “feel so overwhelming” (just go buy a couch!). So, Deborah (my MIL) gifted Taylor some time with an interior decorator, and some of our “couch” budget was expanded to include….a lot more than a couch. Whatever it is, Taylor is SO happy, and the couch that we DID settle with, it is a dream. It is SO comfortable, and very easy to fall asleep on.
Closing summer.
For the end of summer, Rosie and I will be going camping for our first overnight camping trip in Boone- stay tuned!
Taylor and I celebrated our 11 year anniversary this weekend by going to 1618 Seafood. Deborah took BOTH girls for the night, marking Taylor’s FIRST night away from Mercy.
Several times during the night, the silence was perfect. There was no one begging for our attention, no one trying to be convinced to do something, or whining, or tv noise- just sitting with Taylor at a table with a drink was so….. nice.
I can’t believe its been 11 years. And I love her so much. We keep getting better, and with her hair done straight and wearing earrings, she looked like a total hottie (we didn’t get any pictures from our date night- this is a sign that things have changed since our early years, when she would never let a night go without a couple pics to mark the occasion). Covid, working from home, and nursing a baby have all combined for very few days of getting to dress up, so seeing her all fancy made me feel pretty special. I am a lucky guy.
Us on a family trip last month
Taylor and I at prom with Jimmy
wedding day w Jimmy
This picture I have always loved
Since there were no pics of our date night, I wanted to share pics from our engagement night at the same restaurant 11 years ago- on 12/23/09 (I almost ordered the same thing- tuna with wasabi mashed potatoes). There are a few other pictures here that I wanted to include- it is awesome that most of these people are still in my life today.
1618 engagement dinner
1618 engagement dinner
I proposed at our church youth room, setting up pictures and candles of us together over 9 years at that point
And summer is coming to a close, sad. This has been a great summer, filled with:
Family trip to Charlotte to visit the whitewater center
Many camps for Rosie, including spy camp, Vacation Bible School, Tennis, Muirs Chapel, first year of Swim Team, dance camp (starts today)
Emily Hawkins babysitting 2-3x per week.
A lot of time with Rosies friend.our neighbor Sydney.
A lot of time at Hamilton Lakes pool
Rosies first car camping trip
Watching mercy “scoot” (she doesn’t crawl).
Family beach week, a great success!
And excitement for our upcoming trip to MEXICO in November!
Ok, gotta go, Mercy is waking up (at 6:43, at 10 months old, another great success!)
This is a short post, not lengthy by any means, because Rosie, who is 6, might wake up at any moment.
However, I just got back from Grammy’s funeral, and it was nice.
The first time I saw Jake, this deer was with him.
Never thought Id live to see the day
Times Square
Love this pic
Me, Jake, Matt, and Dad
Grammy and Grandpa Gordon
Grammy throwing Bouquet at her wedding.
Grammy and her twin, Beatrice
Cousin Ken
Where grammy grew up
Kiyoe cleaning tombstone of Beatrice
Taiyo and Hiro
Tombstone of Beatrice
After the graveside
Dad-5 Gordy-3 Liz-3 Steve-3. That is a total of 14 grandkids, and 12 great-grandkids (and counting, I am looking at you Richardson fam!). The awesome part, is that ALL grandkids show up. The preacher told us how rare that really is.
Seeing all of the family was amazing. Uncle Steve keeps getting cooler and cooler the older he gets. As a kid I was a bit intimidated by him. Now I love his punny sense of humor. And his marriage w Aunt Chris is something anyone should strive for.
Taiyo and Hiro are getting tall. All the cousins are getting older and seem to be doing great career-wise, and this was such a cool site to see.
Jake is an amazing human being. His heart for others is something I strive for. I always say to myself that relationships are the most important thing- and they are. But Jake lives it out better than I ever could.
The part that tore my heart out was this: seeing the tombstone of Beatrice Wilcox Roome, Grammy’s twin. She died of pneumonia at two years old. Aunt Liz relayed that during Grammy’s last couple years, she would frequently ask, “When I see Beatrice, will she be an adult? Will I be a kid? Will she remember me?”
Grammy probably thought of her almost every day of her life. And that left me with something: Grammy’s life was tougher than I ever realized. She had hurdles in her life, but didn’t draw attention to them. She was tough, and looked upwards for strength. I think she found that strength.
She prayed in tongues. And, according to cousin Suzie, a dove landed on her chair one time when she was praying.
Ok, Mercy is waking up now. Attached are some pictures. Next up Ill add some more picture of my trip to Manhattan.
So here is my site, and it is rarely used. I want to use it as an alternative to Facebook.
And here is why.
Last year when it was revealed that certain types of posts, especially as they relate to politics, are filtered, it just seemed like a good time to take a break. No matter what your thoughts, I like to read them, and if a friend got too carried away (no matter what their leanings), I would mute/unfriend/ignore, whatever. I haven’t gone so far as to delete my account.
This week, I downloaded Facebook onto my phone, and out of curiosity did some exploring in the settings. It turns out, after installing, it immediately stole all the info from my budgeting app. Without asking me.
That was another impetus for not returning to Facebook regularly any time soon.
Taylor and I love being part of our church, Church of the Redeemer in Greensboro, NC. They use the Church Calendar, and now we are in the “Season of Epiphany”, a time in which we share what the Lord has done. They asked us to do a blog post for the church blog about how the Lord has worked in our lives in the year 2020, and I wanted to put it here as well. Enjoy!
Images selected by Taylor to be added to our church blog post.
2020 was an exceptional year for everyone. As of this moment, not enough time has passed to truly allow us to step back and take stock of the year. However, I wanted to share a little bit about how God moved in our family in 2020, and the blessings that came.
2020 didn’t happen in a vacuum- but it was a continuation of a larger thread of God’s hand moving in some ways we prayed for, and also in a few ways we were NOT praying for as well. God started answering our prayers when we spiritually (and financially) let go of OUR plans, and gave them to the Lord, way back in early 2019. Allow me to explain.
In the summer of 2019, we were tired of battling our familial battle of infertility through the 4 years up to that point. We were tired emotionally from the tears that had been shed through an adoption that fell through. Our journey through an adoption service matched us with a birth mom, and we were so excited. We did the home-study, met with a social worker, filled out countless pages of forms, did background checks, and wrote checks. Lots of checks. Large checks. Yet, at the last minute, the birth mom changed her mind. Our hearts dropped. The Lord tells us to take care of the orphans, and that is what we were trying to do, so why did He not allow it to happen? It just didn’t make sense.
Before the adoption, we tried some less-invasive fertility treatments. The doctor in the area is an extremely successful one, and said Taylor is perfectly healthy, and everything medical says that the procedure should be successful. The pregnancy took. The heartbeat shows on the ultrasound. And then it was taken away. As I write, the lump appears in my throat and my eyes fill- what is this precious life that we want and pray for- and why do you take it away oh Lord? Why does Taylor have to suffer? How am I to comfort her? These were questions I just couldn’t find peace about.
During these times, the really hard times, I like to dig my heels in by going to a place of solitude and just talk to God. Sometimes I scream during these prayers, and the place I like to do this is one of Greensboro’s many hiking trails off of north Church Street, on a rainy day, to guarantee that no one will spot me on the trail and label me as a crazy person.
There were many hikes like this- and many prayers- and a few “words” from the Lord that didn’t make sense. Some of those words include:
“You will have a child, but it will not be in the way that you expect”. This was in the midst of the adoption process.
“I never move the same way twice.”
“You are not broken Luke. I made you this way.”
I didn’t know what those words meant at the time, but they make sense now.
Infertility is expensive. Between the medical expenses and the adoption fees from 2016-2019, “uncertain” was the best way to describe our situation. Because there was so much uncertainty about what we would do next, we were in a state of paralysis- unable to make any of the big life decisions we needed to make. Would we move? Would we try to adopt again? Could we go on a big family trip? Could we get a new car? No, no, no- we could not do anything because of the uncertainty hanging over our heads. Can I really trust the Lord with these things as well? Neither me, nor Taylor, could find an answer to these questions.
In that state of exhaustion in the summer of 2019, my sister-in-law took notice. She had a long conversation with Taylor, and said “You aren’t being yourself”. And Taylor Agreed. One thing I like about Taylor is her ability to take time and process her thoughts before verbalizing them- and this moment was no exception. Taylor prayed on these words she heard during that conversation, asking the Lord why this was? Why was she not able to be herself?
Taylor and I spoke after that conversation, and decided that we needed to stop putting our life on hold. We cannot be held captive to our fears. Trusting the Lord is what we need to do, and we need to stop delaying. We put our house for sale, and it sold in 3 days, and decided to trust the Lord with everything else going forward.
We were doing the Life in the Spirit class at the time with David and Sally Miller, and Taylor was pregnant through IVF. The Doctor pointed out that the heartbeat was lower than normal, so we asked our group to pray for us. In Spirit and in Truth, they laid hands on us to pray. This was no ordinary prayer, and it was NOT how I expected the Lord to move. There were tears, tongues, sweat, and the ground seemed to physically shake beneath me. This prayer called on the Lord in a way that was far different than anything I had ever been a part of. On the way home, the words were hard to come by, but Taylor and I both knew that something was different in that prayer- something happened. And a peace fell onto our house for weeks following that prayer.
Then she lost the baby. 2019 was another horrible, horrible year. This too, was not how we expected the Lord to move, and affirmed the Word from the Lord many months before.
After healing, both physically and spiritually, we were ready to try again in January of 2020. This time, the embryo took, and Taylor was pregnant. The heartbeat was healthy, and we were in tears.
6lb 6oz Mercy Ren Logan was born, on September 24th, 2020, named after the man that mentored me since the age of 12, moved me into college, baptized me, married me, and baptized Rosie- Jimmy Renslow.
The year was incredible, but the Lord wasn’t done- and this could fill up another complete epiphany story. After getting laid off in May, 2020, as a result of Covid-19, the temporary stress during Taylor’s pregnancy opened the door to a job that is a much better fit working remote out of a company in Charlotte. The salary came in higher as well. Personally, I think this part was just the Lord showing off what He can do.
2020 was great. After the trials infertility handed us in 2019, 2018, 2017, and even 2016, quarantining with this newborn was a delight. Having a few more square feet in our new home made it easier to quarantine- through a pregnancy, and remote work. Though 2020 was a nightmare for most, I can’t help but look at the ways the Lord showed up in our family.
Lamentations 3:22-23: His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning;
Hi there! My name is Luke and I am so glad you came by! This is a new blog, and was created as a way to share about our family in a different format than the traditional social media options out there today.
So if we haven’t met yet, we are the Logan Family! Meet Taylor, Luke, Rosie, and Mercy!
