Author: Caitlin Snyder

Sunday evening sets in with some dread each week. Early alarm clocks and schedules are not my favorite. But… Monday morning brings routine, and I’m finding that if I prepare well enough, the routine isn’t to be feared, but to be embraced. Like what if I remember to put coffee in the coffee pot before I go to bed? It’s magical, I tell you, magical.

Sunday evening was the most exciting part of the weekend! My church, Harvest North Indy, is moving forward in faith to launch a campus in Anderson. Right now we’re gathering people who live in the area and inviting them to some vision nights and then last night was the first night of worship. I love the energy of starting something new! I also love more people being given the opportunity to say yes to Jesus and yes to church membership. I helped out in childcare for the evening, which is fun – lots of kiddos and chaos, but then I get to hand them back and come home to a quiet house.

This worship night followed an awesome sermon at church in the morning, which also served as a swift kick in the butt. Pastor Brian said from the pulpit, “We need to learn to love God and the things He cares about. His is not the natural inclination of our hearts.” True confession: I want to be about the things God cares about when they neatly fit into my schedule, and are convenient for me. But that is not the way of the Kingdom, if I’m an apprentice of King Jesus. My life can be so jam packed with stuff that I see the opportunities to serve as just another thing on my schedule. But, opportunities to serve, and other weekly obligations are worship – they’re WORSHIP – when done with the right heart and attitude.

Less you think I only did church related activities this weekend, I also played with make-up and drank margaritas.

My new friend Jill sells Younique Make-up and is throwing an online party for me right now to raise money for MLJ Adoptions. I went over to her house to try some of the products. Not only does Jill have the cutest kiddos, but she’s also a gracious host and the make-up is so much fun! My favorite products were the bronzer, the eyeliner, Younique’s famous mascara and the lip-gloss. If you’re looking to try some new make-up, I give you permission to spend some money on yourself – children with special needs will benefit, plus Younique has a product guarantee. I know shopping for new make-up online is a little bit scary, but if you don’t like the products, you can return them and get your money back.

Is there any better way to spend a Saturday night than with your besties drinking margaritas? What if I told you that my best friend made Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup dip, and doubled the recipe so we could take leftovers home? Oh man, the SnapChat filters that we were experimenting with were so fun, too. I love that my friends from college have turned into lifelong friends. We’ve transitioned from senior spring breaks and Bloomington bars to first apartments, first houses, graduate school and home-cooked meals. If you would have told me that three of us, who once crammed six girls into a hotel room for a whole week in Fort Lauderdale would sit around a beautiful kitchen table over four years later and spend fifteen minutes talking about the grocery stores we like best, I wouldn’t have believed you. But it’s so good, so good.

Just thinking through my weekend reminds me that I have so much to be thankful for. Hopefully I can focus on the gratitude and not the grind of getting back into my work week routine.

Happy Monday!

In case you missed it, Relevant published a piece I wrote about advocating for the orphan. I love writing, but what’s even better is being able to write about how others can be involved in caring for vulnerable people!

It was one of those weekends that was so full of my favorite thing – connecting with others – that I can hardly believe that it’s Monday already.

One of my favorite parts of living in Indianapolis, and I’ve said this over and over again, is that so many of my college friends ended up settling here, too. While some were best friends since the beginning of my college career, others were friends I met later on and post-college has strengthened our friendship. This weekend was a reminder of the sweetness of long-lasting, honest friendships.

Friday was pizza night, wine and time with one of my favorite families. Is there anything better than baby snuggles and giggles? Six hours of good questions, selfies and yummy treats was perfect! Fun fact: If you invite me over for pizza, or I offer to bring you food, I’ll likely show up with a Trader Joe’s paper bag with a frozen pizza, wine, and either a bag of lettuce or something sweet.

Saturday’s adventure was the Penrod Art Fair! The grass was squishy because of all the rain and it was muggy, but so fun. Artists amaze me. It takes guts to create something and then display it for all to see, and hopefully buy. The Penrod Art Fair is especially fun because of the diversity of the art on display – paintings, jewelry, pottery and even clothing. Local restaurants also set up booths. This city has stolen my heart, bit by bit.

This weekend, I did all my meal prep on Saturday. Spaghetti squash and green beans on
the grill and quinoa salad are all on the menu for meals this week. It takes time, but chopping vegetables has become a favorite task of mine.

A pretty low key day and evening was necessary for Saturday because Sunday was FULL. Church, the MLJ Adoptions’ picnic and then Harvest’s Social at the Silo made for lots of connecting, but also one tired extrovert. I think that the MLJ Adoptions’ picnic has always been a highlight of my job and this year was no different. So many smiling kiddos, watching families connect and picture-perfect weather made my heart almost explode. It’s truly a privilege to have my life intersect with so many amazing families’ stories.

Harvest North Indy celebrated its NINE YEAR anniversary this weekend! Wow! Our pastor kicked off our tenth ministry year with a message, the first of four, called “Be The Church.” He exhorted us to “not just attend church, but BE the church.” I’m excited to see that unpacked in the next three weeks.

I set two goals at the beginning of September:

1. Run 40 miles throughout the month
2. Do yoga three times a week

Saturday morning started with four miles on the treadmill (I died) and Sunday evening ended with some yoga. I’m also trying to write more this fall, so be on the lookout for some new blogs!

Other favorites of the weekend: the book, What’s Best Next and Indian food from Indian Garden in Broad Ripple.

Happy Monday!

Today’s blog is the last of a couple about singleness. You may want to start with the first and work your way here. Today’s words feel the most important to me, but there would be no way to get to the hope and the practical without walking through the painful and cynical words that I’ve already written. 

Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier to be single outside the church. I can’t give you an answer because I love the church too much to ever leave. But, I do think there’s a lot we can all learn from each other. Marrieds from singles and singles from marrieds, and the church is a great place to learn.

Here’s also what I want you to know: just like I’m glad to celebrate your milestones – marriage, babies, new jobs – I long to have people celebrate mine. I don’t have a spouse to treat me when I’ve achieved something or the constant encouragement when the hits just keep coming. I have a longing deep within my heart to feel celebrated and known on the deepest level. (See first post about what not to tell single people if your response to this last sentence is, “Well, you’ll be single until you can learn to be content without the desire to be celebrated and known.”)

Singles as a whole are not always good for asking for things. The very same things that I’m thankful that singleness has cultivated in me – self-reliance, values and making my own decisions – also make it harder to reach out when I feel in over my head or the wrestling is taking it out of me.

It’s hard to be in an environment dominated by married couples and families, but I think it’s even harder when I share about the struggles and people want to fix me. Truly, it feeds into the lies that Satan says everyday.

“If only you were quieter, you’d be married.”

“If only you were 10 pounds skinnier, someone would want to marry you.”

“Maybe you need to have less opinions, then you wouldn’t scare guys off.”

But, sometimes it’s hard to know what to say when someone is walking through something you haven’t experienced. I know that in my own life with friends who are in seasons ahead of me, or because that’s not been a battle I’ve had to fight.

I can’t speak for every single person, but most I’ve talked to would love to hear these words:

You have value.

You’re doing better than you think you are.

There’s nothing wrong with you that Jesus hasn’t already paid in full.

God has good things in store for your life.

You have so much to offer the world.

The way you’re creating a life you love is so very brave.

God is doing good things with your life right now.

Your life has already started; keep living it.

If you can lift our chins, wipe the tears and look us in the eyes when you say it, even better. Just like Satan attacks you in motherhood and dares to tell you that you’re not a good mom or that your husband doesn’t want to be bothered by your insecurities, he attacks me too, in my deepest most vulnerable places.

Can we speak truth to one another? Can we go to war for one another? I need friends from all seasons of life fighting along with me, and if I had to guess, so do you.

I think we can get better at this, friends, but we can’t do it without one another.

I need to hear about the difficulties in your marriage, not just that it’s hard, but why, and how it’s worth fighting for.  And I think that you need to see the ways that God is moving in my life day in and day out. We need to break past the surface level crap and Facebook versions of our lives that allow us to covet the lives of others because we don’t know the everyday struggles and the unfulfilled longings deep in each other’s hearts. Yes, I went to Africa on a less than a week’s notice, but the pictures you keep posting of your kids sometimes lead me to fear that that motherhood will be a season I never experience.

When Jesus called us to live in community with one another and when we look at how the Early Church lived, it’s clear they didn’t segregate themselves by season of life.

So where do we start?

• Reach out to someone who is in a different season of life as you. Maybe before you reach out to them, say a prayer and ask God to share with you some truth about them that you can pass on. Maybe it sounds like this, “God put you on my heart this morning, and whatever you’re walking through, remember, He hasn’t forgotten you. He sees you, knows you and loves you.”
• Enter into the celebration and the mourning. It feels like a no brainer that when a spouse is out of town the other spouse needs help with the kids and may need help with meals. But traveling is hard on singles, too. So is loss. Remember birthdays and anniversaries, if you can remember to send a card, even better. Celebrate promotions and steps of faith.Keep showing up.
• When you ask questions of someone, ask about them as an individual. Don’t ask first about their kids or their spouse, begin with them. How are they doing? What are they feeling? How can you being praying for them?
• Start by being vulnerable in your own responses. If the real answer to the question of how you’re doing is lonely, say it. I think you’ll find that your vulnerability, however painful, gives someone else the gift of being vulnerable. And STOP apologizing for your emotions.
• Be unafraid of the awkwardness. I’d rather be a fifth wheel a hundred times that not be invited because of how it may make me feel. And I think my married friends would say that they’d rather be the only married couple in the room than be excluded because they’re married. Keep inviting the new parents; let them decide for themselves if they can come.

I’d love to hear your suggestions. Maybe you’re not single, but you’re the first married couple in your friend group, how do you feel cared for and included? Maybe you have been well cared for by friends in a different season of life. What has that looked like?

The stakes are too high for us to keep getting this wrong. Let’s lean in, friends. Let’s shoulder this kingdom responsibility side by side regardless of if there’s a ring on your left hand.

Today’s blog a continuation of things I wrote last week. You may want to start there so you get some back-story.

I’m quick to hear about the surface level benefits of singleness. Christian blogs talk a lot about these benefits and it seems like almost every married person has some benefits of singleness to share with me. Usually the lists include one of the following: spending money how I want to, eating popcorn for dinner, and having more time to invest in younger people. These are good things. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like to buy clothes instead of paying off a husband’s student loan or that I didn’t sometimes eat popcorn for dinner (and red wine of course). And, I do get to make decisions about my time on my own. But there’s more to this singleness thing. More benefits than the surface level stuff.

Less you think I’ve sat around for the past three years throwing a pity party, I have used this season of singleness to learn. And the learning curve has been steep.

Since graduating college, I’ve been forced to learn self-reliance. Not because I don’t have good friends, I’m confident I have some of the BEST friends and roommates, but even friends aren’t there all the time. They don’t see every area of my life. So I’ve learned that I need to rely on myself to determine if I’m living with integrity, if I’m the same person around my college friends that I am church and work. There’s no one who follows me into each of the areas of my life like a spouse does. I’ve been forced to become someone able to evaluate if I’m being my truest self everywhere I go, even if no one would know any differently.

I’ve developed my own values. Yes, those values have been deeply influenced by the Bible, my family and my friends, and I’ve had trusted people to have conversations about what I believe and why. But, I’m the final decision. I’ve made the calls on which missionaries I support, what church I attend, what food I eat, what car I drive, what job I work and who I spend my time with. All of those decisions indicate what I value.

Speaking of making decisions, I’ve had to become a decider. Which for an indecisive, wants to ask everyone for input, tends towards people-pleasing woman, that’s been a HUGE area of growth. We’re talking the big decisions – do I stay at my job or leave? But also the small decisions – what do I do with my free time this week? No one is around to make those decisions for me. And believe me, there have been seasons of my life that I’ve begged people to make these small and big decisions for me; seasons when I’ve wished the Bible was black and white. With each decision – big or small – that I’ve made, I’ve become a bit more confident of my own abilities.

Especially within the church, and I include myself in this statement, we’re quick to celebrate the lessons learned in marriage and parenthood. But I often forget that God is teaching me, too. I have milestones to celebrate, too. When we don’t celebrate the milestones of singles, there’s space to wonder if they, as individuals are worth celebrating, if they have value.

While marriage and parenthood are decisions people make, and worth of celebration, singleness has its place, too. Jesus was single. Paul was single. Several of the disciples were single.

Singleness is hard and it’s lonely, but it’s impossible to walk through it without learning something. There are soul level benefits to singleness that are often ignored. Just like there are hardships to singleness that are often overlooked. This season is very worthy of walking through. I share the lessons that I’ve learned because they’re worth sharing, and because it’s important for those who haven’t walked through it to better understand my experience and the experiences of others in the church.

There are a lot of things I like about working in international adoption.

I like the families who I am able to work with.

I like the complexities, that no two days are exactly the same.

I like the challenge of never knowing exactly how something will work out.

I like that I am able to advocate for vulnerable children.

I like that I’m able to be part of a story much bigger than my own.

But my favorite thing about my job is that every day I’m reminded of the Gospel, the good news that God sought me out, paid my debt, welcomed me into His family and that He loves me. Perfectly.

In April, I traveled to Congo on an escort trip. So what does that mean? An escort trip is when members of our staff travel to the country on the family’s behalf to bring the children home.

There are some important things you need to know about adoptions from the Congo.

Starting in September 2013, children, even children who have been legally adopted have been stuck in the Congo. For over two years, they’ve remained in orphanages or foster homes because the Congolese immigration authority would not issue these children exit permits to leave the country.

So for over two years, our Congo Program families have been paying a monthly fee (kind of like a day care fee, but for diapers, food, and care) for their adopted children, waiting for the Congolese immigration authority to let them come home.

Since Congo is a very impoverished country in Africa, these sweet children were daily susceptible to malaria and other diseases. In addition to the financial burden, these families have suffered the emotional burden of knowing their children, seeing their photos, but being unable to raise them, in the family’s home. Families in our Congo Program have demonstrated to me over the past two years what it means for love to suffer long.

When the opportunity to travel to Congo presented itself, I wasted no time in saying, “Um, OF COURSE I’ll go.” The country itself has been a mystery to me, and the entire continent of Africa has long been on my bucket list. What I didn’t realize in volunteering for the trip is how God was going to give me the clearest picture of the Gospel I’ve ever experienced.

I could say a million things about traveling with two toddlers who didn’t speak English, who had never seen escalators before and who really had no idea what they were about to experience, but those are stories for another day.

At the end of our thirty-six hour trip, we passed through customs and immigration and took the airport monorail to the baggage claim area in the Cincinnati airport. I walked hand in hand with my two little friends as their parents came into my sight. I’d like to be able to say that the tears running down my face were relief that we had made it or joy that I could see my own mom who came to greet me at the airport, but truly, the tears were because these children were now home.

After thousands of dollars on top of an already expensive process.

After months of update photos instead of seeing their faces each morning.

After uncertainty of when this ridiculousness would finally end.

After knowing another woman was wiping the tears and calming the fears.

They were now home in their parents’ arms.

I quickly stepped aside to hug my own mom and give the families time to celebrate their special moments, so I don’t know exactly what was said in each hug huddle. But, if I had to imagine, it was probably something like this: I love you, welcome home.

And that right there is the Gospel. It is God saying to each of His beloved: There is no distance too far, no time too long, no cost too great to separate you from my enduring, everlasting, all powerful love. Here with me is where you’re meant to be.

I imagine that when the Lord greets us in heaven, we will hear from Him, “I love you, welcome home.”

Earlier in the year, I posted some articles and blogs that I’d been reading, but I realized that even though I’ve spent a lot of this year with my nose in books, I haven’t shared them. Shame on me! Twenty sixteen will probably go down in history as the most books I’ve ever read in a year — I’m at 32 and I’ve got several on my nightstand right now. I’ve read some VERY GOOD books this year and I’m excited to share them. If you have book suggestions, I’ve LOVE to hear them!

Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: I don’t read fiction frequently, but when I do, and it’s good, I can’t shut up about it (case in point: all of my roommates and a lot of close friends have now read Me Before You). Americanah was one of those books. It told a deeply moving story of the African experience on America. The language was near perfect, especially on such a complex issue such as race. It’s had me rushing out to buy the author’s other books. She’s a brilliant storyteller!

The Real Thing: Lessons on Love from a Wedding Reporter’s Notebook, by Ellen McCarthy: Written by the Washington Post’s wedding writer, this book is the perfect beach read or book for a girls’ weekend. It’s a great blend of light-hearted and deep. I took a chance when ordering this book at the beginning of the year, and I definitely don’t regret it.

Bread & Wine, by Shauna Niequist: Shauna Niequist is my favorite writer. There are only a couple other authors that even come close, and I read A LOT. Bread & Wine is the kind of book you want to cozy up with, light a yummy smelling candle, and make a cup of tea. You may also find yourself wanting to make some of the recipes that she includes in the book.

The Residence, by Kate Andersen Brower : I’ll admit that this one isn’t for everyone. The book shares real-life stories of the First Families who have lived in the White House since the Kennedys. I loved reading about behind the scenes stories of life in the White House.

UnChristian, by David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons: I was late to the game with this book and this research. So late that more than five years later, the authors have already written another book. Don’t worry, it’s on my summer reading list. It’s a data heavy nonfiction book worth reading for all Christians. David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons put data and words to a lot of the millennial Christian experience. It’s fantastic!

Celebration of Discipline, by Richard Foster: This book was borrowed from my sister’s bookshelf and it was a surprise. I’ve heard good things over the past couple years, but I didn’t know if it could live up to the hype. I was wrong. It was a perfectly executed book on the importance of spiritual disciplines in living the Christian life. It challenged the way I experience God, and how I think the Christian life should be lived.

Good Faith, by David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons: This summer on my Friendcation, we read Good Faith as a group. It was one of the best decisions we made in the month leading up to our trip. It gave us common group and similar language to use as we talked about what it looks like for us to be Christians in a changing culture. Good Faith may be the most important book I read this year.

Present Over Perfect, by Shauna Niequist: Shauna Niequist’s newly released book is one of her best! The message that she shares about slowing down, healing from the inside out, and focusing on living as one who is loved, is one that each person needs. While her words are applicable to everyone, her words are imperative for any one who feels like their life is living them, and not them living their life.

I never intended to be a world traveler. Growing up overseas I was exposed to a lot at a young age. Four day weekend? How about a trip to China. Spring break? Let’s spend it in Malaysia. Three weeks for Christmas and New Years? Let’s road trip in New Zealand. I saw more before I turned ten than most people see in their lifetimes.

And yet when it was my turn to decide how I wanted to live my life and what I wanted it to be about, I wasn’t quite sure the role traveling could or would play.

As I sit in the airport headed home from my third continent and new country in six months, my mind is still trying to understand how I became a world traveler as an adult.

I’m thinking it may have something to do with surrender.

After I graduated from college and moved home, I felt so lost. I would go to job interviews and they would ask me what my long term goals were and all I could think about was how short term I really, really wanted a job. Wouldn’t you hire me? And I would come home and cry out to the Lord asking for direction, to know what He wanted to do with my small life and big heart ready to go where and when He called.

Halfway through the summer, working in retail, my mindset shifted. How could I expect God to do big things with my life if I wasn’t willing to be faithful in the small things He had called me to in this season? The short answer: I couldn’t.

God wasn’t asking me to prove my faithfulness, but He was starting here, in small ordinary moments, to show me how to be a good steward of the opportunities He was creating. I wish I could say I was excited about these small ordinary moments, that I bounced out of bed ready to go fold clothes for the glory of God, but I didn’t quite do that right away. It’s been a journey, of recognizing the responsibility I have everyday to build the Kingdom of God wherever I am, in whatever I do.

That’s what surrender has come to mean to me. It’s not so much these grand prayers on worn knees, but a belief in a plan bigger than mine and a realization of my responsibility in that plan. It’s a daily, “Your way, not my own, Lord,” even when I can’t say it without crying.

It was a big week. I saw things in Congo that I’ve never seen before and I may never see again. I found myself trying to answer, “Why me? Why has this experience been given to me?” I know people a million times better at writing about their experiences, some much more skilled at raising money, others with gifting to take photos and share the experiences, all better than me.

And yet it was me. I traveled. I’ve now seen even more. It’s a privilege I don’t want to take lightly. It would be easy to claim I’ve earned it, but I haven’t.

It started with surrender. Surrender in the small moments has led to these bigger experiences. And hasn’t quite ended yet.

So what now? All I know is that I don’t want to rush the process. I want to sit in it. I want to let what I’ve seen change me. I want the experiences to make me a more vivid storyteller, a more passionate advocate and a better steward.

It may also be fun to read this blog that was posted on my old blog in June 2013: Here