Category: Sundays with Stassi
Sundays With Stassi: Haikus in Paradise – Part 1
Sundays with Stassi: A Different Kinda Love Letter…
ToMy Love,
On this day, theeve of your 4th birth day, we celebrate 16 sweet years of your presence on earth. I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday…It was Tuesday, February 29, 2000 and I was a junior in high school. School was over for the day. I’m not sure if there was cheerleading practice, but I remember being at home that afternoon. Your mom had a doctor’s appointment and apparently her and one of our aunt’s decided to walk around the mall and she started having contractions. Well baby girl, your mother is hard headed, so what did she do?…come all the way back home while in labor, only for us to have to turn around and drive her all the way back up to the hospital! I remember my mom getting “the phone call” and we dropped everything we were doing to make that…
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Sundays with Stassi: Church FAMILY
I took my seat in the middle of the 3rd pew in the center aisle as usual this Sunday morning. It had been 2 weeks since my last time in church, but I made them aware of my impending disappearances before I left island. I saw the Pastor’s wife when she took her position in front and when she turned and spotted me in my usual spot. She smiled and said, “Well, hello stranger! Welcome back to St. Thomas!” Then she told me that the pastor had asked where I was. He acknowledged that he had not seen me and wanted to speak with me about something…
This simple acknowledgement of my absence and delight in my presence is something that has been a long time coming. My heart rejoices to know that although I’m far away from my family and friends, God has led me to a church filled…
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Sundays with Stassi: My Valentine…
Dear Valentine,
The anticipation of spending time with you is hard to take at times. When I’m at work, all I do is think of you and how my heart skips a beat when my eyes fall upon your beauty. Unfortunately, we are always apart from each other. I only see you on special occasions because you are just so bad for me…but you’re so good. Your sweet smell catches me off guard every time I catch a whiff, making it so hard for me to resist you.
You are love. You bring out the best in me. When we’re together, I am filled with such joy and happiness that I feel like a whole new person. All stress just melts away as I get lost in your world. Even afterwards you push me to be a better person because you make me exercise more. The more we are together…
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Sundays with Stassi: When you see me swimming…
Apparently being a non swimmer on an island is frowned upon…
Apparently the “must be able to swim” portion of preferred qualifications was left off of my job description…
Apparently a lifetime of being landlocked doesn’t matter to these people…
Apparently swimming is sorta like riding a bike so if you learned the basics before, then your body just kinda know what to do later…
Apparently snorkeling is a totally different beast…
After close to 6 months in this new job, I can’t count how many people have asked me how often I go to the beach. I mean I drive by a beach (that is actually on campus) everyday to and from work, but honestly I am not on the beach as often as I would like. Mostly because a solo beach trip gets boring pretty quickly. However, in an effort to awaken my swimming skills and learn so…
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Sundays with Stassi: A lesson in Trust
trust in HIM
I received a text message from my walk/run group coordinator 3 days ago. It simply gave a location & time to meet for our Saturday morning run, and informed us that this location on another island would be our spot every other week for the next month. She then asked for us to respond whether we were in. I read the message and simply responded, “I’m in.” It took another day before I asked about the ferry ticket price, but as you can see I didn’t ask any other questions. I showed up early and still had no idea about the route or mileage or if I needed to bring anything with me. I had on my running clothes/shoes, a 20oz water bottle, car keys, ID & cash for ferry ticket. However, most endurance runners know that you need a water refill plan, possibly Gatorade, and a source to replenish…
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Sundays with Stassi: Forbidden LOVE -The Friend pt.2
The story continues…part 2 of The Friend
For years prior I had been praying with my prayer partners about various life issues: finishing graduate school, finding a career, relocating to a nice, safe city (specifically a city with tall buildings and an airport LBVS), finding a church home, and characteristics of my husband. Those traits were very specific spiritual characteristics of a Godly Man. On the night of the dream I went to bed with a heavy heart about my relationship. While I was sleeping I began to have a dream. In that dream a voice called out each characteristic that I had previously prayed about. Every time a different characteristic was called out, the same name and face appeared…but it was NOT my current boyfriend. That was the moment I knew the answer to my prayers. That was the moment that I knew it wouldn’t work anymore. I woke up in tears because I knew that…
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Sundays with Stassi: Forbidden LOVE -The Friend pt.1
A solid friendship is how it all started more than 10 years ago. Nothing more. He had a girl. I had a guy. But there was an instant connection. He walked around portraying himself as this big, bad wolf, but anyone who really knew him knew that he was just a soft, caring teddy bear. The kind of bear that always magically appears in your view just when you need it. Remember when you thought you were a big girl and put all of your stuff animals away, but then when got your first dose of grown up realities you run to the toss away bin to grab it, cuddly up on your bed, and cry into it until the tears would come no more. Yeah, that kind of friend. The one who always wishes the best for you. The one who would always give you healthy dose of reality…
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Sundays with Stassi: A St. Johnian Christmas…but more of a brief history lesson
Part 3 of an island Christmas experience…
The 3rd installment of my island Christmas experience was supposed to start off with my account of Christmas caroling on St. Thomas that ends in Emancipation Gardens with some sort of challenge at 6AM…but the way my life with family in town was set up, being a tour guide and taxi driver is exhausting so I slept right through the caroling experience! I was looking forward to it but my futon held me hostage that morning…
Yes, I have family in town because mom said she’s never ever spent a Christmas without me (y’all know I’m the baby girl 😃) so I have had several #islandadventures with them. We’ve done all sorts of Christmas sightseeing but the highlight has been the continuation of Christmas parties, which are still going on even today. The other day, we drove onto the car ferry to cruise on over to St. John, the smallest…
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