Party Planning, Shmarty Planning: Continued

I wrote a few weeks ago about my party planning battle, and I am here to say: it’s over. Yesterday came and went, and it went beautifully. Here are a few pictures to prove it:

Table Centerpieces

Food Table #1

Food Table #1

Food Table #2

Food Table #2

Lemon Mousse & Chocolate Ganache Cupcakes

Lemon Mousse & Chocolate Ganache Cupcakes


Party Favors

Party Favors



Orange Gift-Opening Couch

Orange Gift-Opening Couch

  I honestly don’t know how everything came together. I overslept & woke up at 8 (it’s a sad day when waking up at 8 is considered oversleeping), and realized I forgot to buy napkins and thumb tacks, and the favor boxes were yet to be filled. The room where the party was being held was set up like a classroom, and it took me an unnecessary amount of time to move too many heavy tables in one very short stripy dress. Ultimately, the only reason why this day was a success is because finally, at 11 a.m., the bride’s family and one of the other bridesmaids swooped in and helped bring all the ideas that were floating inside my head to life. And that’s the key to planning: Help. I hate help. I hate relying on other people. I hate asking people to spend/donate money. But you know what? Today I am grateful that I was able to delegate, and trust that somehow, other people would be able to see my vision. I suppose that’s how it needs to be with most things. To celebrate this party planning victory, Caleb & I took a trip to H Mart, a Korean market that we have been wanting to explore. It was definitely worth the 40 minute drive, and we came home with these treasure finds: H MART Pajeon was also had, and there was great rejoicing in the Anderson household. If you’re wondering what Pajeon is, go HERE: (

Pajeon in the making

Pajeon in the making

Watch out, South Korea.



“I am learning …

“I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.” {Tracee Ellis Ross}

  Where I am // Where I want to be

I am going to live in Phoenixville, PA for another year or two // I want to live overseas

I am degree-less // I want a Master’s in Literacy

I can’t really cook & I once killed a cactus // I want to make my own pasta & grow my own vegetables  

The space between where I currently am and where I want to be is terrifying.

I am terrified that Baby Anderson will decide to make an early entrance, and I’ll have to drop out of school and become, *gulp,* a stay at home mom. I am terrified that I’ll miss the bus, and be stuck at the bus stop for another year…or two, or three. (For those that think I am talking about a literal bus, it is actually a metaphor for exciting opportunities) And I am terrified that I’ll never live up to my full potential, and instead see other people living out my dreams whilst eating homemade pasta. Give me back my dreams! You can’t have them!

But tonight, after almost six years, I registered for my last semester of undergrad classes before Student Teaching. I’m on my way, dreams. I’m on my way.




This is how I feel. I feel like this dog in a sombrero.

Today, for the first time in a long time, I cried happy tears. I cried happy tears because of warmth, because I finally know what topic I’m using for my first real unit plan, and because out of a passing thought, God is giving me one of my greatest desires.

A couple of days ago I posted about God’s leading in my life after spending three months in Lima, Peru. Since coming back to the States, I have wondered when God would send me back – I don’t know if this is where God wants me to be full-time, but how could He not want me to return to a country that has such a huge place in my heart? So I’ve waited…and waited. I even tried going back two years ago, but God closed the door and sent me to Asia instead. Yet, it was the trip I needed to be on at that point in time. I grew immensely, was constantly forced to step out of my comfort zone, and in the end, was given another puzzle piece of my calling. I’m going to teach English to middle/high school students? Really? Who knew I had it in me.

But now, it seems like God is telling me, “Kelly…guess what…it’s time!” And I am so ready.

Today I stepped into Caleb’s office to celebrate that things are falling into place, and I cried.

I cried because God is always so good to His children, and knows that I have been craving ceviche.

Milo eats a carrot

I asked myself today if I’ve taken on too much.

I have a part-time job. I go to school full-time. I have two babysitting gigs, and just took on another. I’m going to be a bridesmaid (x3) this summer, and I’m planning a Bridal Shower that is supposed to take place next weekend. I volunteer on Monday nights for a local ESL class as well as for an inclusion program through the YMCA. I am trying to plan a missions trip to Peru. On top of that, I’m a wife, and I have a cat. Milo definitely makes things stressful. Just kidding…he’s a joy!

Just look at this picture of him eating a carrot:

milo eating a carrot

He didn’t really eat it, but it’s still cute.

A tiny part of me felt super overwhelmed after writing that paragraph. A huge part of me felt incredibly proud that I am 22, and have a good work ethic (thanks, mom & dad). Overall, I just feel really blessed that I have the time and energy and support to accomplish all of these things.

Because of this plethora of responsibility, I have a legitimate reason to forgo cooking fancy meals, and to forget our laundry for just another week.

It gives me the ability to use the excuse “I’m too busy,” with pride & honesty.

“I just don’t have time for you. I really don’t.”

And then I realize this isn’t the way things should be.

I realize I am addicted to applying for jobs.

I realize if I am not constantly “busy,” I adopt a state of laziness that would make even the fattest sloth shake its head in embarrassment.

I realize I need to learn how to say “no” to people and things that want to impose on my time.

I realize it’s okay to take a day off…and that there is a significant difference between being busy and being productive.

Maybe…just maybe…I’ll remember this tomorrow.


we used to think five years was an eternity.

1826 days. 

43829 hours.

and a handful of minutes.

“we have so much time,” we said.

time to finish a degree, travel, make love, be free.

and then we’ll start our family.

settle down. in a house, with a yard. but that’s just not us. we’ve never been yard people.

five years to some is too much. but look at how this year is running. escaping. disappearing.

we’ve been married nine months, but it feels like three.

five. i’m not ready for five. let’s try fifteen.

“When it is time to wait, you must wait”

“Where are you leading me? What the heck do you want me to do?”

I wrote this on March 15, 2011 in the margin of my worn out copy of My Utmost for His Highest.

At this point in my life, I had withdrawn from college, was unsure of what direction I should take major-wise, and had moved to Lima, Peru for a three-month-long missions trip. I was in a relationship with someone that had met all of the important requirements I had set in my mind & heart for a boyfriend/future husband, and even then, I felt something lacking. Where was God taking me? Had He spoken, and I had somehow missed it? Was I just not listening carefully enough?

During this three month stay, I was given the opportunity to stay in Peru as a full-time missionary, to spend a year in China, to either continue my studies at Elim Bible Institute or return to Elmira College, or to find a completely new university and start fresh. Yet, I was still not completely satisfied, because I had no real idea which opportunity I was supposed to choose. As someone who is cripplingly indecisive, my soul dies a little when I am given more than two choices. How could I make a final decision when every option seemed to be “right”?

When I finally realized that I needed to go back to school to get my degree in Education, I was disappointed. I came home from Peru and felt discouraged because I felt like God was forcing me to give up the adventurous and exciting life I had just begun to live. When I started attending Valley Forge Christian College, and explained to new friends that I was a transfer student, I spoke with negativity, and resented the choices I knew God had called me to make.

I was so wrong.

Because of this decision, my life is so much better than I could ever have imagined or planned. My stay in Peru only provided me with a small glimpse of the calling God had placed upon my life, but through continuing my studies, and simply waiting, I am a hundred times more prepared for where God is going to send me next. I have found a man that I can love and share my life with, without having to forfeit my own goals, dreams, and desires. I was able to travel to South Korea, and now plan to teach there after graduation, and together, Caleb and I have found a church and pastor that have helped our faith grow in tremendous ways. For all of this, I am grateful.

Even when I know where God is leading me, I don’t always understand why He is sending me. But that’s okay. And even when His voice is telling me to “wait,” I must wait, for in the waiting He is saving for me the very best.