This is a busy season for my family. For the next couple of weeks, things will be pretty quiet around JeffRandleman.com. There are a couple of reasons for this. First of all, this weekend is packed with lots of activities. My oldest daughter turns 18 today, we are holding a graduation reception for her tomorrow, and she graduates from high school on Sunday. The last few days have been hectic, and the next few will be even more so.
Second, the following Sunday is Mother’s Day. Our school district typically holds graduation on Mother’s Day, but this year they separated the two. We have plans to make Mother’s Day special, both at church for all of the mothers represented there, and for my wife, in our own family.
Because of those major events, I will have very little time to write much at all. Things will pick back up after these couple of weeks wind down. Thanks for your understanding. I appreciate each of you who are a part of my little community here.
I hope you are having a great spring! See you in a few days!
Just a quick reminder….
I’ve started a new site for the Randleman family. I’ve been trying to refine the scope and direction of my writing, and determined that family updates really fall outside of my purpose for this site. So I’ve developed another site that is completely dedicated to the Randleman family news and events.
If you are interested in keeping up with the news in our little corner of the world, or seeing photos and videos of the kids, then check it out at family.jeffrandleman.com.
Did you ever see the movie The Goonies? Goonies tells the story of several misfit kids who are convinced a pirate, named One-Eyed Willie, buried a treasure near their town decades before. The movie details their adventures as they strive to prove themselves to a town who laughingly disbelieves the stories, and a gang of crooks who know that they are on to something.
And in the end, they find the pirate ship, complete with treasure, and even One-Eyed Willie himself.
I enjoy movies that tell the story of someone finding a treasure worth millions. What a happy ending.
You may know that I enjoy the hobby of numismatics, coin collecting.
After we moved from Branson West to Mountain View a couple of weeks ago, we needed to go back to clean up the house and make sure it was ready to be shown to potential buyers.
God has shone light on our path. We are finally able to see a few steps farther in the direction that he is leading us.
After our upcoming position with Creation Truth Foundation disappeared, we were at a complete loss as to where God was leading, or even what God was doing. But that confusion has finally passed.
Several weeks ago, while we were still trying to raise support for CTF, I decided to send out a few resumes… just in case our support needs didn’t reach the level we needed by the time we needed that support in place. It was a moment of incredible foresight, which I’m not sure I can really take credit for.
I sent resumes to about fifteen different churches, from California to Ohio to Florida, and several places in between.
It’s time. We have officially started packing up the house. And as we pack and clean, we are trying to eliminate as much stuff as we can possibly live without. That requires sorting through and looking at everything as we pack it up. I’m the kind of person who would rather throw it all into a box, and deal with it as we unpack it. Heather is of the opposing mindset: Why move it when you can throw it away here? I guess she has a point. But I would rather not deal with some of the baggage attached to some of that stuff…
It’s going to be tough to leave First Christian Church. We came here after a bad ministry experience. And shortly after we got here, my brother, Mike, passed away. FCC has truly been a place of healing for us, in numerous ways. This body has become family. So much so, in fact, that I have about a half a dozen “Moms” here. Not to mention sisters, brothers, and close friends.
And while we are feeling sadness, there’s also an exhileration. We know that God has great things in store for our future. So that leaves us with a bitter sweet taste in our mouths.
And so we are packing up the house. We don’t know where we are going to put it all until we find another place to live. Right now, it’s going into a storage unit owned by a family here in the church. They donated a storage unit to us until June. But they received word recently that they are losing that property, and will have to find another source of income. I wonder if their bank will continue to donate a unit to us… Probably not. So, either we have to fit that expense into our budget, or we will have to find another location to stash all of our stuff. And both of those options are pale in comparison to the change that family is going to have to make as they find work. My prayer are with them…
And so, June 1 approaches. And with it, our sanity disappears…
Jadon Philip Randleman is here! Jadon was born on November 21st. He weighed in at 7 pounds, 14 ounces, and was 21 inches long. Both Jadon and Heather are doing great. Since he was three weeks early, there was a little concern that his lungs weren’t strong enough to expel all of the fluid in them, but he did just fine. Thanks to all the fine staff at Skaggs Hospital for all they did to help Heather through the delivery.
But, as usual, Jadon’s birth didn’t happen without the crazy Randleman drama that is so typical of our family. Here’s the story.
Since Heather was still three weeks away from her due date, and since none of the rest of our kids came earlier than the projected due date, I assumed that it was safe for me to take a weekend trip to Tulsa, OK. The National Missionary Convention was going on that weekend, and Creation Truth Foundation had a booth there. Dr. Sharp was teaching a couple of classes, and I was to be there to help out, since we will be joining the staff at CTF in June. You can read all about that here.
So, Thursday morning, November 20, I got up around 4:00 am, showered and got dressed and packed and headed for Tulsa. I arrived at the Convention Center around 9:00 am. I hadn’t been there for more than an hour when Heather called me, letting me know that her water had just broken, although she didn’t loose all of the fluid until about 3:00 that afternoon.
I left Tulsa before 10:00 am and headed home. I stopped in Joplin for gas, and since the gas station had a Wendy’s inside, I ran in for a burger to eat in the car. I reached the beginning of the line at the same moment as another family reached it. And, being the nice guy that I am, I allowed them to go before me. They really took their time deciding what to order, to my frustration and impatience. But finally, I had my bacon cheeseburger, and was out the door.