Because I’m Practically a Mechanic


In the English language there are many words that have more than one meaning; these words are called ‘homonyms’ (I had to google that *cough*). Some examples of homonyms: kind, can, mean, bark, current, tire, lie, rose, spring (I may have googled some of those too.)

Another example of a homonym is the word ‘strut’, though it’s probably not as well known.

If you are like me, when you hear the word ‘strut’, you think of walking really confidently perhaps with your hips swaying side to side. Used in a sentence: ‘Man, that girl really knows how to strut her stuff!’

But there is actually another meaning for the word. It’s a car part.

How does a young lady like myself have such great knowledge of car parts?

Well, perhaps it is because I’m practically a mechanic, OR perhaps I’ve had the delightful and memorable experience of my struts being out of commission.

If it weren’t such a frightening experience, it would be a very exhilarating one. Driving with non-functioning struts feels kind of like riding a Hawaiian rollercoaster ride. It’s a really good time, especially when you’re going over a speed bump or driving very fast around the Atlanta bypass! You will never be tempted to doze off on your morning drive to work, no sir!

Here I was going to take a moment to explain what a strut was… But I’ve realized I don’t have the technical knowledge to do that. My understanding is that they are like shock absorbers for cheaper cars. If you need further explanation you can follow this link – seemed legit to me.

Now just because having broken struts is kind of fun, doesn’t mean you should remove them from your car, or not get them fixed if they mess up. Evidently it’s very bad for your tires. Not saying I learned that from experience, but… you know…

They should be covered under a 3-year warranty; also something I may or may not have learned from experience.

We will refrain from getting into how my struts messed up in the first place – perhaps a story for another time 🙂






What All the Other Kids Missed Out On


As a kid, it’s easy to think that everyone has the same life-experiences, thoughts, and outlook as you do.

For instance, when I was a kid, I thought that everyone listened to the Beach Boys, memorized the Westminster Shorter Catechism in Sunday School, and went to their Grandma’s house every Thursday.

Thursday was Grandma day.

A holiday from homeschool.

I’d walk to my Grandma’s house around 10 or 11 am.

Grandma and Grandpa would load me and my cousins into their big white van that only had 2 bucket seats up front.

We’d go to the dump, all the while singing the ‘To The Dump’ song.

“To the dump

to the dump

to the dump dump dump

to the dump

to the dump

to the dump dump dump

to the dump

to the dump

to the dump dump dump

to the DUMP

to the dump dump dump”

Then we’d go to Mi Rancho for lunch (Mi Rancho is a Mexican restaurant in my home town). Karlee would get chicken tenders and fries. What a weirdo.

Then we’d go back to grandma and grandpa’s house to build really cool forts in the woods!

Somewhere in the day we’d always make a box cake.. no icing though. That’s too complicated.

We would usually also play our favorite game, which consisted of us all pelting Grandma’s beanie baby collection at each other.


Now that I’m a little more grown, I understand that everyone is different with different perspectives and life experiences… not everyone memorized that the chief end of man is to glorify God and to enjoy him forever. Some people don’t run around their living rooms yelling/singing & dancing to “Catch a Wave”… But I do find it kind of saddening that not everyone got to experience Grandma day. It was the best.

Maybe this gave you a little taste.

P.S. If you’re ever walking through the woods at my grandparents house, be very careful where you step. One of the forts we built was a biigg hole with a plywood trap door over top — it’s most likely rotten now and full of snakes & spiders 🙂

It’s the 25th, but I don’t know what to say


I promised my Grandma I’d write every 10th and every 25th.. But tonight I don’t know what to say.

To be honest, I’m tired. I’m confused about some things.  I wanted to write about my memories of my great Aunt Bobby. I wanted to write about Katelyn moving up  to Greenville and all of us visiting her..

But tonight I will instead write about how  I don’t feel like I can do any of this justice right now – and I want to talk to Katelyn on the phone.

So I’ll write 3  posts this month 🙂



What I’m Looking for In a Marriage


Looking for someone who can handle this.

As a 22 year old female, I can’t help but occasionally have the thought of marriage cross my mind.

Okay – that’s an unfair statement. I’m sure there are 22 year old females who do not think of marriage at all. But the thing is, I’m a 22 year old female who is ME. And I do have hopes to get married one day and have kids or something.

Through my minimal experience of living life, dating, making friends, and talking to people, I’ve come up with a nice long mental list of qualities I am not looking for in a marriage partnership and a nice short list of things I am.  Call me jaded if you’d like – you wouldn’t be far off. I’m not about to type out that mental list for you, because that would be embarrassing, and honestly probably some of it is prideful and wrong and unrealistic and isn’t deserving of being typed out in real words to be remembered forever.

But the other day, I did see something that captured what I’m looking for should I ever get married. Captured the good and true and honest of what I’m looking for. And I’d like to share it with you.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was up in Greenville visiting my wonderful friend Hosanna. She had recently started going to a new church, and we were invited to go to lunch at a sweet older lady’s house.

We went. It was nice. The food was good. There were multiple older people, 60+, and then me and Hosanna. Everyone was very sweet. We talked of chickens and coops, how college campuses seem so dangerous these days, and of various Bible studies in the church.

The conversations kept going on, and somehow the topic came up of how a certain couple in the group had met. The husband was a tall sweet white-haired man with light blue eyes. He was a retired Doctor, wheelchair bound in his older age.

“It really is a great story I think. If you don’t mind me sharing it,” said the Husband.

“Oh yes, please do,” said the rest of us.

And so he began to tell us a story of when he was in medical school in Charleston. He was dating a girl and she broke up with him, because she felt convicted that she was a Christian and he was not and they were unequally yoked. She threw a bunch of Bible verses at him. His pride was hurt, because he went to church on occasion as a kid, he wasn’t any other religion so he must be a Christian, and because he didn’t know if any of the Bible verses she was spewing at him were really in the Bible. So he went home and searched for his old, rarely looked at Bible, and he read multiple verses and chapters and started to feel convicted. And then months later he went to his parents house, and he went upstairs to where he knew his dad had a shelf of Christian books, and he began reading one by Billy Graham. And he thought to himself ‘this is so dumb’, but he couldn’t stop reading. And then the last chapter talked about the Roman’s road and had a little sinners prayer. And he believed. And he felt like all the weight of the world came off his shoulders. And he realized that though he thought he was the smartest most brilliant med student in the world, he was really just a sinner who needed Jesus.

“I was so prideful, and thought I was so smart.. But God saved me,” said the Husband.

“And here I was thinking you were going to tell the story of how we met,” said his wife with tears in her eyes.

And then he proceeded to tell a brief, but cute, story about how he and his wife met at a campus ministry event at med school.

And that is a little picture of the spirit of the marriage I can only hope to have one day.



The Best Things in Life are a Million Dollars and I Can’t Have Them!!… Oh, Wait…


At times I fall into the trap that you must do something fancy to make a good memory.

I’m sure this is true for you as well, especially you parents out there.

There are no little Ruthies running around this world; however, I do have two nephews of the proper age for spoiling. It’s so easy to feel like I need to buy them things for them to have a good time.

But the truth is, I can’t afford to buy them a pack of Pokemon cards everytime we hang out. And I can’t afford to get them frozen yogurt covered in M&Ms every week. And I can’t afford the cool  StarWars Lego thing.

Thinking about those things makes me sorry for myself for just a minute.

And then I remember what my favorite childhood memories were: making 97 cent box cakes with the cousins at Grandma’s house, building forts in the woods, running around in the sprinklers, washing the car with my older sisters, getting piggy back rides from my cousin Hunter, Mom feeding me grapefruit like I was a bird (not in the she chews it up and spits it in my mouth sort of way, but in the me going ‘tweet tweet tweet’ and her spooning it in sort of way)…

It was really about the people and the love, not about the expense of what we were doing…

So while my nephews love Pokemon cards and would certainly love if I purchased them the gigantic Yoda from the Books’a’Million, I like to think they have the most fun and will have the most memories from all the little fun things we do together – no matter how simple they are.

And if you feel pressured to spend more than you have in order to give the best to your kids or your friends or yourself, just remember the best thing you can do is to enjoy life no matter where you are, love everyone, be a good example, and live within your means. This way, you won’t help continue the cycle of people thinking they have to live large to live well. This way your kids can look back at how you chose to live life and have genuine respect for it.

Go for a walk, pack a picnic lunch, dance barefoot on the beach, read an entire book at the library, do side-walk chalk, shop for groceries together, sing really loud in the car.

These are just little Ruthie suggestions though 🙂 Live how you’d like of course! If you’re reading this and are a family member – know that I loved all the spoiling you did for me, and all the money you put into me (ice-skating, eating out, getting chai lattes – you know who you are), but what I appreciated MOST was YOU.




Because Highschoolers Don’t Budget (Unless You’re The One and Only Josh)



You are not the same Ruth from high school,” says Katelyn after I explain my very detailed budget to her.

That got me thinking.

True, Ruth from high school was quite a care-free sort. She didn’t care about money. She didn’t care about school. She just cared about her friends, hanging out at Dunkin’ Donuts, ballet, and Jesus. Evidently people thought she was high all the time. That wasn’t the case; she was just very happy.


Me in highschool

I’m glad that I’m a wiser person now. Being smart with your finances, knowing your reasons for thinking certain things, and communicating effectively are qualities that are very important to me now that may not have mattered to me very much 7 years ago.

But there are some things I really admire about myself from highschool – some characteristics I would really like to not lose, but I can feel ebbing away as I become a slightly jaded adult.

Love and excitedness about everyone

Joy and thankfulness for all the little things (Sunsets. The Beach. Sleepovers. Sitting by friends at church)

Trust in the Lord to take care of my future, instead of myself

No huge desire to seek out the American dream – wanting to be a hippie on the beach for the rest of  all days


Now granted, I am definitely seeing my past self through some tainted lenses. I had my struggles then as well – quite a needy, selfish, self-conscience individual I was (and still am). But who I am now and what I face are quite different  from back then – and what I face is the potential for luke-warmness and apatheticness with a career through which I can live very comfortably.

Not saying that careers are bad. Not saying that money is bad. Not saying that I am not grateful for these things.

But I am saying that I want to observe the beautiful sunrises on my way to work and say “Thank you God for your beautiful creation”. I want to love everyone I meet. I want to spread the gospel. I want to keep trying new things. And I want to be willing to give up anything I gain for the furthering of the kingdom.

The only way is to pray, stay in the word, and seek His face.

Let’s all stay childlike amd joyful (but not childish. Keep your budget. Listen to Dave Ramsey.)


Camp is About…



Camp is a little bit about singing “Tarzan”, “Mmm-AH Went The Little Green Frog”, and “Under The Bamboo Tree”. It’s a little bit about swimming, bowling, and pontoon boat picnics – a little bit about creating a glittery rainbow dinosoar with angel wings named Remcckjjtfr (Remcajiffer) who breathes fire, hearts and flowers. It’s a little bit about jumping up and down and celebrating even when your arrow lands 10 feet away from the target. Camp is a little bit about waking up to green tea left by your bedside when you have a cold. Camp is a little bit about being a groovy green bean. It’s a little bit about going to QT at 11 pm wearing a little boys spiderman shirt and painted up face from capture the flag, hearing “looks like you’ve had a fun night” and very genuinely responding “yes. yes I have”. Camp is a little bit about realizing the best way to make sure others have fun is for you to make sure you’re having the best time ever yourself. Camp is a little bit about Space Jam, Tune Squad Tuesday, and alien antennae made of pipe-cleaners . It’s a little bit about sweet notes of encouragement left anywhere and everywhere. It’s a little bit about doing things you could’ve never imagined yourself doing. It’s a little bit about organization and responsibility and a little bit about being the dorkiest and most energetic human being you can possibly be. Camp is a little bit about hugs, hand holding, and shoulders to cry on. It’s a little bit about a game show called The Shower Is Always Right and a little bit about your campers hiding your megaphone from you. It’s a little bit about tearing up during the song Jesus Lover of My Soul, because you now know what it is to ‘lead the blind’ . Camp is a little bit about rain dances, cooking dinner over pinestraw, and painting up with coals.  It’s a little bit about dead phones and a little bit about snail mail. Camp is a little bit about spray paint, wood burning kits, and cutting cardboard. It’s a little bit about Nanny McPhee’s mom. Camp is a little bit about thinking how you have got to figure out how you will come back next year, because once you’ve come you cannot stop going back.

Camp is a lot about faith, hope, love, selflessness, patience, and genuineness – a lot about growth, unity, and making best friends. It’s a lot about seeing a glimpse of how the world is meant to be. It’s a lot about living bright and loving better.