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Monday, October 10

Sharing My Youth Ministry Ideas!

Did you know that I was a youth minister? Yes indeed!

I've been involved in youth ministry for over 17 years. I love ministering to the young people of the Church. I do have a big heart for all ministry and have spent time in children's ministry, adult ministry, and young adult ministry.

Going forward, I'd like to share with you some of the biggest successes, failures, and tips for youth ministry that have helped me.

Today I would like to share the one game that has helped me break the ice, get the kids laughing, and have them begging for more opportunities to play. It's the NOODLE GAME!

I learned this game when I was in high school and I still have friends who remember playing it back then. If it was memorable then and it's a blast now, you don't want to miss this crazy game!

You can play this with 10+ players, and if more than 20, split into two circles. Or play the version at the end of this post!

You'll need
Pool Noodle (or another long narrow object)
*I have found that blow up baseball bats work well too, just make sure it is soft and not hard like a real baseball bat! Child protection violation right there!

How To Play
Have players sit in a circle (use chairs or everyone can stand too). Have everyone go around and introduce themselves. One player should be standing in the middle holding a pool noodle. A player sitting in the circle calls out their name and someone else's name who is also sitting in the circle.

The player with the pool noodle tries to hit (gently) the player who's name has been called. The player who has their name called must call out their name and someone else's name before they are hit with the pool noodle. The pool noodle holder then goes after the person they called.

If a player who's name is called gets hit before they can call out their name and another player's name, the hit player then goes in the middle and has the pool noodle and the prior middle person takes their spot in the circle. If the player accidentally says the name of the person in the middle with the pool noodle, then they are automatically in the middle. A helpful, but not required rule is to not allow players to call out the names of the people sitting next to them.

Example: I would call out "Randi Ben" and then Ben would have to call out "Ben Sally" before getting hit with the pool noodle, and so on.

If you've run the course with just using names, you can have everyone assume a new identity with animals, vegetables, fruit, book characters, etc. The options are endless!

If you have more than 30 in your group or you want to spice things up, you can play:
POOL NOODLE EXTREME!

Spread your players out randomly around a room after having everyone introduce themselves. Then have 2 players with pool noodles roaming around the room, as 1 or 2 sets of name calling is going on. Just increase how many pool noodle holding players you have for the size of your group. It's sure to be a blast!

Saturday, October 8

No Time

Some days I feel like I am too busy for Jesus, like I don't have time for Him or anything else in my life. My time for family and friends seems kind of small because I'm going to work 8 hours a day, then to work at church, then to choir practice, then home to clean, and finally collapse into bed at midnight. I start all over again at 5:30am when my alarm blares at me. 

I'm exhausted Jesus! How could I have time for You? You're not making my life any better right now or easing my load. Things are just getting crazier!

Has your life ever been like that? Relief or Jesus' attempt to give it to me comes, but it's just a whisper. He says, "Slow down and sit with me." Even when I'm at church working, I'm like, "Jesus, I'm just too tired to walk upstairs and across the whole church to get to You. I just want to go home!" But he again calls me and I relent. I walk into the chapel and collapse on the floor and beg Him to take everything.

Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for yourselves. For my yoke is easy, and my burden light. - Matthew 11:28-30




This is my real life right now. In reality, I know I'm not really too busy for Jesus, but I need to carve out some time for Him. Sometimes that means letting go of some things so I can focus on my relationship with Him first. I used to feel like this in high school and I was constantly busy. Then someone introduced me to Eucharistic Adoration and I cleared my schedule Friday nights to go spend an hour with Him. While everyone was at the game for the final quarter, I was at church turning my week over to God. I thank God every time I think about those times in prayer that kept me from feeling too overwhelmed by all of the to-dos of high school life. Now as an adult I only wish that my life was so simple and that I didn't have to work to make a living. I would have so much more time to pray! But I think God isn't looking for lots of time like spending all day at church, but rather us stopping and taking time out to be with Him in the midst of it all. To realize that we can't hold it together without Him.

And when you think you can't hold it together anymore, that's a pretty good indicator that you need more Jesus in your life. So think about where you're at right now. Are you too busy for Jesus? If so, you need to make some adjustments in your life to make room for Jesus. Don't be afraid, do it! I swear it will be a game changer.

Saturday, September 24

Of all the crazy things...I wrote a new post!

Thanks for dealing with some of the "construction" around here. I did a re-branding of my blog to better reflect what I'm trying to pursue and accomplish. I had also thought about going to Wordpress, but I finally just decided to get writing and quit stalling. Did I mention I'm a procrastinator? Lol!

So here I am: Fiat to Love.
Yes to Love. Say YES to LOVE! Just like Mary did when the angel Gabriel came to her. SAY YES TO GOD! Cause you know, God is Love.

My name is Randi and I'm a youth minister. I also work at a library. I'm a wife to my loving husband Ben and we've been married for 8 1/2 years. We are crazy kids! We don't have any children, as we have suffered from infertility, but I am excited to share this journey with you. I love music, decorating, fashion, glam and simplicity. People tell me that I have a slow southern approach to life, but I swear I've lived in Ohio my whole life! I have tried to share the story of my life through writing and this blog was the beginning of such an endeavor.

You can find the beginning part of my story here:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7

Most days it just overwhelms me. I mean, how can I tell everything that has happened to me? How weird, crazy things only happen to me...how God has again and again held me from the worst, but hasn't spared me the overwhelming feelings that have come with it.

Well, up until know, I don't know if I have done a good job sharing my story. I kept taking breaks from blogging and have been caught up trying to make a living. But my hope is that this will change. I have so much more to tell. I haven't even begun to share my heart and how God has saved me, changed my heart, and is leading me closer to Him. I pray my journey inspires you and let's you know that not all hope is lost. If you're broken, feeling like "How could God love me?", or are hiding less than perfect things in your past, you are not alone!


Saturday, July 9

Please pardon the dust as I renovate my blog! I hope to have "Fiat to Love" up and ready to go soon. I can't wait to share my heart with all of you!  Blessings! ~Randi

Wednesday, April 6

Modesty is for Disciples

Hello all,
I started writing for a local youth ministry blog last month. You can read my first post here. Tonight I wrote my next post, and I've put it below. Whether this gets published there or not, I think this is an important read about my journey to modesty. Enjoy!
When I was in high school, I guess I was fairly pretty. I had a couple of boyfriends. I had some friends. I had my faith and went to youth group. I won’t brag, but I look back now and think that I was gorgeous!

However, I was super self-conscious back then. I thought I was fat and that my chest was too big. To me, I wasn’t like the thin, neat little popular girls. I was kind of a tomboy too. I usually wore jeans and t-shirts, cargo pants, spaghetti strap tops, etc. It was 1998-2001 and I went to a public high school, so there weren’t rules on what to where like there is now. I was also a Christian and everyone at school knew, but I wasn’t into being too modest and I always let things slide. This got me all the wrong attention from boys.

After high school, I realized that if my body got me attention, then I should flaunt what I have. Seriously probably the worst thing I could have done for my self-worth. I started wearing low cut shirts a lot. Even when I went away to Franciscan University for college, I didn’t catch on to modesty physically or spiritually. At that time, I had heard the term “Theology of the Body” only once in a random discussion and I didn’t know what it meant. I used immodesty to get guys to notice me. I met some of the sketchiest men and it always turned sexual and I felt used. So many times I cried because things didn’t turn out the way they did in the movies. I was broken.

I met my husband the summer before my senior year at Franciscan. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my holiness that initially caught his eye. I wore things that summer that were not appropriate for a woman of God to wear. However, he was enthralled by the fact I loved God too. When I went back to school, it was time to buckle down and get professional as I applied to jobs. I remember my roommate Mary dragging me around department stores looking for just the right thing for interviews and in the end I was forced to buy a pant suit, top, and heels. That year I started to be a little bit more grown-up in what I wore, but the rest of the time I was hiding in hoodies and jeans. Unless Ben came to visit. Then I wore things that were immodest.

After graduation and getting my first job as a youth minister (how ironic!), I started to be a little more modest. I was married now, but I still had major problems seeing the issues with what I wore. I remember one summer we had a pool party at the local pool to celebrate the end of a week of service. A mom came up to me and told me I looked inappropriate. While I had on a tankini (totally modest right?) my chest was just too out there. I put on my shirt and hid in the shaded area until the end of the afternoon. I was super embarrassed. Not what you want to happen when you’re the youth minister!

About a year later one of my friends told me I needed to dress more grown-up and stop wearing jeans and flip-flops. I also needed to be more modest she said. I finally started looking at how I dressed and began researching what was becoming of a true woman of God.

I discovered that modesty was an attitude of the heart as well as a manner of dress (1 Timothy 2:9). Modesty considers how we think about ourselves in relation to God, which is then reflected in the way we dress. When I was younger, my heart wanted love and attention. I thought the only way to get it was by dressing immodestly. My actions revealed that I was broken inside. When I shifted my focus to Christ and I realized that He could give me all the love I ever needed, I no longer sought out the attention of others by dressing immodestly. Now I know that my heart has been made whole.

As Catholics, we are representatives of Christ and His Church, so we need to be mindful of modesty. As a disciple of Christ, modesty realizes our relationship with Him, in that we do not need to gain attention through boastful or revealing clothing. This was something I was really struggling with myself, and it really hit home. Modesty considers the weaknesses of our other brothers and sisters in Christ, and helps us strive to not contribute to their spiritual downfall. This also means that modesty is not just for women, but also for men, as we need them to be accountable as well. I felt terrible for the way that I had dressed in the past due to this. I felt bad that I led other girls to model my example thinking that I was being a woman of God when I dressed immodestly and I knew that my actions had not gone unnoticed by the guys, even if it was to pray for my soul. I think a couple of priests came out of all of this, LOL!

So now when I think about what I’m wearing, I look at it from a different angle. When it comes to clothes (for girls and guys), these are some things I learned:

1. Make sure the fit is just right, not tight. You also don’t want to wear it too big. 
 Stay away from pants that:
- sag in all the wrong places. Guys, we don’t want to see your underwear!
- show off every curve and bump like too tight skinny jeans or leggings (which are not pants by the way!).

2. Make sure your shirts/shorts/skirts/dresses fit comfortably and you aren’t always trying to tug at them. If you’re trying to tug them down, then they are usually too short or you can’t move in them like you need to. This just makes you look uncomfortable.

3. Make sure that you’re not advertising what you don’t intend to.
 Remember that you don’t have to show off your arms, legs, abs, etc. to get attention. Most people just want to get to know the real you!
- Keep your necklines up.
- Don’t wear racy slogans on your shirts or behinds.

4. When swimming, it’s always good to cover up. You don’t want to get skin cancer! (You can thank my sister for this safety alert!)

5. Dressing modestly doesn’t mean dressing like a nun, a priest, or your grandparents (Not that they are bad styles! I seriously wish for a habit somedays!). You can have fun with what you wear by exploring different colors, patterns, fabrics, and styles. Be fashionable and modest while also being YOU!


So, in closing, make sure to always look presentable and modest. A little care can go a long way to making you a credible witness! Modesty is one way we can “Preach the Gospel at all times.”

Thursday, February 18

Lifestyles of the Facebookless and Famous

For Lent this year, I decided to give up Facebook.

Because, you know it's like the typical thing everyone gives up...at least if you were a college student between 2003-2008+. Anywho, I put up my status saying I was giving it up for Lent, but told my friends to text me. I also messaged some important people and told them I would be off of Facebook, so here was my phone number and email. My brother thought he was hilarious when he commented to compare me to a smoker who just couldn't kick the habit. See, I've been talking about giving up Facebook for over a year. The only thing is, I really only keep Facebook to keep up with college friends and my family (some of which need to use a phone).

I just got mad and said, "That's it, I'm deleting it tonight!" and did it right then. A week later, I had to tell my mom and my grandma that I had deleted it. They hadn't noticed I was gone. My brother still thinks I'll go back. And my husband is convinced that deleting his Facebook is the way to peace after enduring everyone's posts on Trump and the Pope today. Not having Facebook has saved me a lot of drama.

So, don't just give up Facebook, delete it! Find the freedom you've always been looking for!

I also gave up make-up for Lent. This one has been pretty humbling, as my face gets super red and blotchy. I swear I have rosacea...and my face shows everything I'm allergic to as well. I look at my face and think to myself, "Maybe I should start a skincare regimen...." Then I don't. So far, a lady at Goodwill thought I could qualify for the senior discount (50+ babes).

Now for some BIG NEWS: Starting in March, I will be writing for the Encounter blog! I'm super flattered that I was asked, I mean, they really want people teens to read my posts about the faith?! Of course, I owe it all to my first teen readers! And most importantly God, because I wouldn't have this awesome keyboard talent if it wasn't for Him.

Take my advice though: delete your Facebook. You will become such a Catholic hipster, you won't know what to do with yourself. No one will even know that you're gone. You can write some poetic song about not being missed. Plus it will be epic to hear their response when you tell them you don't have a Facebook. It has been for me. No one knows I'm gone. It makes me feel like a million bucks *sarcasm*! However, it does keep me more focused on God and not the drama, and that translates into more time discerning the next steps in ministry. Woot woot!

Praise the Lord!

Sunday, February 14

There is a healer...

It's been awhile since I've blogged: 4 months and 2 days to be exact.

It took awhile because I had gone through so much the last 5 years, especially in the last year and a half, and I needed to think about where I had been and where I wanted to go. I was also plagued by the fact that my blog name just didn't fit who I was. "Hustle and Grace" Frankly the only hustle there was was getting to the couch after work. I wasn't working out and up until December 2015, I didn't even have a side hustle. I felt like a fraud. Grace I did have, but only by God's great love. So I thought today, St. Valentine's Day, would be a great day to share the reasons for my long hiatus.

I was in need of a change. So I prayed. And I Pinterested. I talked with my family. I obsessed over finding just the right blog name...because I thought maybe I could become famous LOL! And during this time, my father-in-law Bill passed away. He was a strong man of God and his reading of scripture always brought me to tears. And he was gone, safe with our Father in Heaven. It was a chance to be there for my mother-in-law and my husband, to be quietly present in overwhelming grief. During his funeral service, I really looked at my life as I heard his family recount the ways he had remained faithful to God over the many years he had lived. Did I live like he did? Was I immersed in scripture, going to my room for quiet prayer, and reaching out to those around me for the Kingdom of God?

One day I was listening to the radio, 104.3 K-LOVE, and a song called "I Lift My Hands" by Chris Tomlin came on. I felt release and let go of everything swimming in my head.

Be still, there is a healer
His love is deeper than the sea
His mercy, it is unfailing
His arms are a fortress for the weak

Let faith arise
Let faith arise

I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart, these things I remember
You are faithful, God, forever

Be still, there is a river
That flows from Calvary's tree
A fountain for the thirsty
Pure grace that washes over me

So let faith arise
Let faith arise
Open my eyes
Open my eyes

I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart, these things I remember
You are faithful, God
You are faithful, God, forever

I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart
These things, I remember
You are faithful, God, forever

Let faith arise, let faith arise
Open my eyes, open my eyes
Let faith arise, let faith arise
Open my eyes, open my eyes

I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart
These things, I remember
You are faithful, God, forever

And I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart
These things, I remember
You are faithful, God
You are faithful, God, forever

Let faith arise
Let faith arise

I felt like it spoke to my soul, to where I have been in life and all my struggles. It was what I needed to hear and how my heart prays. After the song finished playing, I could think of nothing else but the word "faithful". I knew my God was faithful, as He's shown many times in my life. I have been everything but faithful, although I desired to be close to His Heart. So I leaned in and went towards what I desired for my life to be: faithfully following the Lord of my life. Shortly after, Faithful and Freckled was born. This chapter of my life is probably going to be the most raw, God honoring story I have written yet.

When I did my Marian Consecration this past summer, the day I went to do my Consecration in the Eucharistic Chapel at St. Gertrude, I heard the words, "Nothing will ever be the same." Honestly, nothing has been. It's been good, with some struggle, but I've seen changes in my life and some things that I have prayed for come to pass. I know that God has a great plan for my life and I have been fairly content to just let it happen. Lately though, I have just wanted to run to Him and let Him hold me. He knows me and I'm happy to say I know Him.

Sacred Heart of Jesus, pray for us!