Semester Wrap Up

Christ Party

Tacky Sweater Party – Final Cru meeting at CofC 2012

The last Cru weekly meeting of the semester is always a little bittersweet.  It represents the end of a long fall, and a little change of pace, but also a time to reflect on how God has worked in the lives of the students pictured.  The sweetness represented in this picture is not only the awesome tackiness of the sweaters, but the fact that we had 62 students at our LAST meeting of the semester!  If you follow patterns of any organization on campus, the November/December months are notoriously know for a drop in attendance and participation.  Thankfully, we’ve seen quite the opposite this year and we hope to carry that momentum into the spring.

About 15 students from cofc have placed their faith in Christ this fall!  I believe it has a lot to do with this picture above.  These students are loving each other well, serving one another – and not just the people involved in cru, but even more so the ones that are not involved.

That same night I spoke to our students about their upcoming time at home with their families.  I encouraged them to consider the different ways that the celebrate this time of year, and challenged them to make them more than most of us usually do – consume.  I encouraged things like: serving at a shelter together as a family, intentionally talking about what it means to you that Jesus was born or sponsoring a family overseas through a Christian ministry by buying livestock or providing funds for them to dig a well for clean water.

Our hope is that we/they don’t get to January with regret.  Regret that too much money was spent on us and too little good for the gospel of Jesus was accomplished.  I pray that you too would hope for this.


B Speaking at CofC

B Speaking at CofC


Our last day as a family of 3

I (Ansley) had been having contractions (but really far apart) all day on Friday.  At my 40 week appointment I was 3cm dilated.

Friday night we decided to have a family date in downtown Charleston on Saturday.  I sensed I would be a mom of two by Monday.  Along with having fun and making memories I wanted to do some things that would bring my contractions closer together.

So we walked and walked and walked.

I wanted to do sets of stairs, so where better to go than the Customs House?  Myra Grace had lots of fun practicing her stair walking skills.

Our last family portrait before Mackey arrived the next morning.

Then we walked to Waterfront Park where Myra Grace ran around and played airplane with daddy.  The F16s were in town doing trial runs all week and Myra Grace has perfected her imitation of them.

We went to eat seafood at one of our favorite restaurants: Fleet Landing.  On our way driving home we rode down Chalmers Street (the bumpiest cobblestone street in all of downtown) twice.  Then we headed home.  We played outside and then ate dinner together.  A friend of ours was having a birthday party so I decided to go instead of sitting at home and twiddling my thumbs.  During dinner my contractions were getting closer together (maybe it was the yummy Mediterranean food). On the way home I stopped at Target and bought soy milk and apple juice (staples for Myra Grace just in case we weren’t at the hospital the next day).  At that point the contractions were 15 minutes apart.

When I got home I told Brandon I didn’t think we would make it through the night so we decided to try to get a nap in.  I slept off and on in between contractions until 2:45 when they became close enough to start timing (at this point they were 5 minutes apart).  I woke Brandon up at 3:15 because the contractions quickly changed to 3 minutes apart and we called the doctor.  Then we called my mom to come sit at the apartment while Myra Grace slept.

We left the apartment at 3:50 and arrived at the hospital 7 minutes later.  The walk from the apartment door, down some stairs and to the car apparantly had Mackey ready to come because I was pushing on the way to the hospital.  Once we got there we were rushed into a room and the nurses woke up the midwife, realizing Mackey was not going to wait for the doctor.  Three pushes later Mackey was born.  4:29am our little boy was here!