The One Where We Moved to PA

Saying our ” see you later’s” to dear family & friends
 who have; spurred us on to travel & explore…
 to spend more time with family…
         to realize we have family in Christ wherever we go
& to kick back, & crack up.
 Thanks for being a part of these past four months
 by helping us keep our priorities & our sanity !
      so this one goes out to our cheerleaders
  – people who’ve loved  REALLY LOVED on us from near & far-
 for praying 
for waiting 
for packing
 for laughing
for eating
for dreaming
for realistic-ing
for hurting
for cleaning
for teaching
for living
for hoping
 for being
for running wild
 with us
            CHEERS TO YOU for your obvious & deeply appreciated love for this dreamer and realist,
    you make our hearts FULL !
So here’s a glimpse into the day we’ve been anticipating;
These upcoming photos fail to completely capture the 
coffee consumed,
sweat released,
the tetris-esque packing strategy of my husband & father in-love,
the chilling of our fingertips,noses,& toes, 
the lifting of boxes upon boxes, up &down flights of stairs,
the T I M E invested- minutes that became hours-
and the relief when we safely arrived 
to this state
to this place
we now call home.
Enjoy these snapshots of The One Where We Moved to PA
Had to start our day off right by getting breakfast at this gem!

As usual there was a line for these delicious fresh NY bagels

The in-love’s enticed by the yummy possibilities, decisions, decisions.

This bagel right here is everything ( haha no but really my favorite is the everything bagel)
Fueling ourselves up for the big day ahead.

Picking up our U-haul

Our Master Packer, & Master Pastor  just happens to be our Dad.

Father Son teamwork, makin the dream work !

Not many newlyweds are blessed to have had such a scenic view,but we were, & we’re so grateful

So thanks for the view you beautiful- yet polluted – Hudson River You.

The Strategizing was no joke,

& as you can see it was well worth it because we needed every inch.
The time came to hand over our key to the first place we’ve ever lived in as Mr. &Mrs.

crazy how fast these 4 months-ish came and went. Tchau Chave !

 Officially closing the door to this chapter of our lives.

Packed up & ready to hit the road.

Tchau Casa, thanks for the shelter, warmth,& memories !!!

Living here daily reminded us 2 crucial things: Our God as provider & wherever we reside we’re missionaries

Praying for traveling mercies,& thanking our Creator for our 1st home.

Only God knew this campus would be where we 1st met in 2009 & where we 1st lived as husband & wife in 2014.

” We launch our bark into the unknown waters of this move, with You, O Father as our harbor”

Tchau Nyack, Rockland County, e NY! Foi o nosso prazer!

So he drove…

…and drove

…and drove.

Typical annoyed face at NJ drivers

The most handsome gas pumper there is

Oh Pennsylvania be good to us. May we increasingly see your beauty, adventure, & value.

And sure enough…

as we prayed…

despite traffic…

Greg began to see…



… I .

The rustic beauty….

The prospect for endless adventure…

oh The breathtaking

value as

rich as a golden sunset.

Oh Pennsylvania if you’re trying to win us over,

you’re off to a great start.

And just as the night fell,

we approached our new home.
Exhausted after a long day of lifting,cleaning,carrying,driving,and unloading.
& though it’s wild to ask;
we’re at peace,
because it’s a pretty sweet thing to not know what will happen next,
 but to know that God leads us 
and with Him 
as we’re side by side as husband + wife
 we’ll forever be at home.
Rooted in Love,
Mrs. Dreamer Irving

We Don't Have To Wait

In January of 2005 I made a New Year’s Resolution to not drink soda for a year,
officially a decade later I’ve remained soda/pop-less.
( though I may miss you from time to time querido Guarana,
I prefer you in your natural fruit form anyway)

That was the last time I made any sort of New Year’s Resolution.
Knowing I was fully capable of self improvement & self control,
I didn’t find a need or any appeal to reserve the chance to begin anew to this one day.

For the most part I really enjoy the New Year’s Cliche’s.
The balldrop.
The fireworks.
The kiss.
The champagne.
The reflections.
The resolutions .
All well & good in moderation.

The brief second humanity pauses to reflect on their lives
– the good & the bad-
celebrating together,
 & ever so hopeful to begin anew.

But I intentionally am posting this 3 days after New year’s celebrations,
because of a quote I read from SheReadsTruth that inspires me to begin anew every day.

“Because we believe God’s word is true
the fresh start we’re aching for isn’t determined by the date.
Jesus is the beginning of things good,& we’re found in Him.
Since He is the life that is the light of humanity,
we don’t have to wait for the calendar to turn, to begin anew.
The fresh grace & mercy we’re looking for is ours every time the sunrises

May this simple & relatively short blog post,
from a relatively short & loquacious writer,
remind you that
we don’t have to wait for a new year,
to begin anew.

Cliche 2015 selfie, w/some people who love life & the Privilege to Serve

Irresistible photo op with Ollie
The guys…

…with a splash of me

& ladies who we celebrated the end of 2014 & beginning of 2015 with !

Got Beef?

Eu e o meu amor, depois do nosso primeiro beijo em 2015 !!!

August 9th marriage twins; who just happen to be our role models

People who’ve taught me we’re no better than anyone & we all are loved by God.

Two young ladies who are all about spontaneity,down to earth conversations & making Jesus famous.

My answer to prayer .

The ISTJ to my ENFP

Feliz Ano Novo

Rooted in Love,
Mr.Realist & Mrs.Dreamer Irving

Why Bother?

Dear Friend,

Let’s get real.
Because life is too short to be anything less than raw.

To whom it may concern;

This is for you.
this is for me
a letter.
a letter written to remind us
when we are at our ugliest.

If you’ve never been at this point
Congratulations! I genuinely applaud & respect you.
truly <3

But for those of us who struggle,
This ones for us.

Often I compare.
It’s quite an ugly habit.


It’s not a constant, but rather it happens in ebs & flows.

This strange mix of ungratefulness& comparison.

Sad but true, these thoughts invade my mind:

She’s more  rich.
She’s more famous.
She’s more successful.
She’s better at this then me.
She’s more ________.

So why bother?
Why bother cooking?
Why bother writing?
Why bother taking pictures?
Why bother _____.

It’s a miserable thought process,
a yucky down word spiral,
that I’m not proud of,
because I know better.

But it happens.

 So this entry is an attempt,
  at a counterattack if you will.
To confront the UGLY & knock some sense into this mind of mine,& maybe yours
for times when its marinating in insecurity & defeat.

For you
for me
 for us
who have so many blessings
& too often finds ourselves comparing.

I’m trying to really convey the depth of this ugly attitude.

Wondering why does this person get a, b, & c & not me
I’m just as kind
I’m just as lovely 
I’m just as compassionate

But really the yuckiest part about it
is  when I am so disoriented in the deceitful lies
that I have the nerve to say

” Well what is it God?
Do you love this person more than me?
Why do they get all that?”

I told you it gets pretty ugly

& thats when I realized God saying,
“My love for you isn’t based on what I give you
& how DARE you think I love you less than your sister
 just because I bless them differently”

This is a beautiful truth to face,

 I am loved on the basis of WHO GOD IS, not what He gives to me,
yet  having Him is more than enough.

A much needed wake up call, only scratching the surface of this issue.
So I continued to dig…

” Comparison is the Thief of Joy”- Theodore Roosevelt

I’ve known that quote for a while
& completely agree with it
So surely, according to this quote,
 once I was grateful & content this whole internal struggle of mine, would no longer be an issue.

But yet the issue remained.

You see for myself I’ve found…
A huge portion of resolving this internal struggle is absolutely found in gratefulness.
but it also consists of the need to keep in perspective why I live.
Because by keeping in perspective why I live  I have an answer to why bother?

When did the notion of needing to be the best at something in order to do it become a necessity?

I will never be the best writer, photographer, or chef.
But I will write, I will capture, I will cook.

What’s the point then, if not to be the best?

At first,I thought I do these things because I enjoy them & they enrich my quality of life.
To create is one of the best gifts man kind has been given.

But the truth is, that  reasoning is only a perk not a purpose.

I will write.
I will cook.
I will capture images.

Not to be the best but so that I may boast.
 That I would boast in the Lord and make his name known.

That when people -if anyone- should read, see or taste my creations
they would in actuality be reading,seeing, and tasting the goodness of my Lord.

Because though I’d like to think so
” because it makes me happy” isn’t a sufficient reason to keep doing what I love
because I could easily chicken out of doing those things
sadly out of fear of not being the best or being made famous.

BUT when it becomes about “making His name known”,
I do what I enjoy wholeheartedly because my perspective is off of me.
When I redirect the why bother to the why I live,
I do what I enjoy – cook,write,photograph,etc. – knowing full well I’m not the best

BUT I choose to not coward out of using my gifts
 because it would be a complete disservice to making Jesus known,if I were to not do them.

So when I  or you or we find ourselves buying into the why bother?
I shouldn’t cook or write or photograph or ___________because someone else is better
You don’t have to be the Top Chef, Maya Angelou, or _____________

You just have to bother to dare to create,
even if we’re not the best
 because you matter.
& we matter to boast in Him.

Because we must not define ourselves by
who does what better
who has more
who is more .

Because we are worth somuch more than we could ever imagine,
& to not use the gifts we we were given would be doing a huge disservice to the true BEST there is.

” Watch Out ! Be on your guard against wantingto have more & more things.
 Life is not made up of how much a person has”- Luke 12:15

“Let he who boasts boast in the Lord”

So please my friend DON’T LOSE FOCUS & get distracted with the enemy’s nonsense.
DON’T let Him trip you up comparing yourself to the lives of others.
FOCUS ON WHAT YOU HAVE& not what you don’t or didn’t have.
REVEL in that.
It is your greatest romance, accomplishment, & adventure; BEING LOVED BY HIM.
May you find your identitiy & BOAST in his love all the days of your life.
Don’t allow the lies of insufficiency & ingratitude contaminate your thinking & motives.
” Guard your heart with all diligence for it determines the course of your life” Proverbs 4:23

Why bother ? Why bother trying if theres always someone “more” or “better”?
When you find yourself lost as I did, flip your perspective from why bother to why do I live?
& here it is;
I live
You live
We live  
not to be the best
 but to use our life 
to BOAST of Christ.

& that has been and forever will be more than enough
Rooted in Love,
Mrs.Dreamer Irving

107 days

As the years of spending Christmas’ together go by,
        I like to the think back to the Christmas of 2012.
        If you know anything about our relationship,
        your probably familiar with the fact that  2012 was a big year for us, for several reasons.
    For starters that’s when we reconnected,
     when I called him on February 23rd to confess my sudden epiphany that I liked him,
    when we had our 1st date all around the stunning capital that is Washington D.C.,
    when he asked me to be his girlfriend on April 10th 2014 
    (thus doing long distance for he was still in Nyack,NY),
    when we spent the entire summer together in Bushkill, PA
     (through the privilege it is to serve Jesus through loving the kids at Mont Lawn Camp),
    & when we were stripped from one another for a solid 107days.
    Everything was reevaluated for me.
    Everything I ever wanted at my finger tips available;
    education, travel, exposure to different lives, serving those in need…
    it was all provided for on a silver platter.
    In 3 words : Semester at Sea.
    It was an extraordinary experience
    to which I am forever grateful, & oh how I grew.
     But this is article is about life,love & Christmas 
    and if you’re patient enough to read through to the end you’ll see how.
    Many people know my cliche stories of Belgian Chocolate consumed on Belgian Waffles,
     or the delicious Greek Gyros devoured  in Santorini after a stereotypical donkey ride
     or the Tapas I shamelessly indulged in after watching a Bull Fight in Cordoba,Spain.
    The experiences were incredible,
    the sunsets on the ship over the ocean breathtaking,
    the countless interactions from different people from different walks of life priceless,
    but what I learned of life and love on that trip were unparalleled.

          Somewhere in the middle of the ocean, on the way back from Africa to South America,
           we encountered a major storm.
           Not a physically , but relationally.
           In this sudden storm that swept in the seas got rough & the waves high,
           neither of us had any assurance of what was to come ,
          nor did we know if our relationship would be able to make it through this transatlantic storm.

          That’s when I knew; I loved this man.

           Despite the exposure to travel, serving ,education, and exposure to different peoples
           the reality of doing life beside him serving Jesus was exponentially sweeter.
           And as heartbreaking as it was, if I had to surrender this man forever,
           for him to have a better life, I would.
          So in the middle of that night, I cried out to God,
          shifting my focus back and forth between the roaring ocean & starry sky.
          I sat out that night for hours realizing that this silver platter,
          without the right people & without the right setting
           wasn’t so silver after all.

          I had yearned,wanted, COVETED desperately for this platter of silver, 
          when all along – if I had opened my eyes -, I would’ve seen I had a platter of gold.

         We learned, Greg & I, a lesson in waiting, in not knowing, in abiding to our words.
         We learned about the beauty of surrender, honesty and trusting God through the storm.
         Separately, worlds apart, we learned the deep lesson of what mattered most in life
         But again this is a story of life , love , and Christmas.
           That Christmas morning at his parents house,
          after Christmas Eve with my family as our tradition holds,
          I decided to go all out.

          I had spoken with my mentor about how I felt towards Greg
           and  regardless of whether or not his love for me was reciprocated,
          I had decided to expose myself, & bravely take the step to say I Love you.
         Now its essential to note we had previously referred to liking each other as little l .
         It was more for me than for Greg,  ” I l you ” meant I liked you.
         We texted it , spoke it , wrote in in letters, I like you or I little l word you.
         Cheesy I know but the intent of course was saving,
           I big L you ,
         the obvious & ever so scary I Love you.

        This is it. I thought to myself.
        I had known since the storm on Semester At Sea, 
        but knew I had to wait for a less tumultuous moment.
        As 2012 was a white Christmas, I took advantage of the pure peaceful white snow.
        My polish-less, glove-less index finger began imprinting in the snow
       ” I L you” encompassed by a big fingerimprinted heart.
        Of course, I brought Greg outside eager to share, utterly terrified of a new level of vulnerability,
        but pretty confident and expectant that he would return the sentiment.
         ” Greg your gift is outside” I said to him , 
          he was puzzled but followed me without hesitation as he does to this day, 
         knowing full well he often wont understand everything I do.
        So I ask him to close his eyes & then open his eyes to look at the snow.
        I’m utterly nerve racked but eagerly anticipating to hear, on this peaceful white Christmas morn.
        “I love you too ”
        He looked at it, he looked at me, he looked at it and then hugged me.
        HUGGED ME. HUGGEDME?!?! What ?
        I released myself from the hug, grinned,  and swallowed my tears.
        I retreated to my phone to tell my mentor how it didnt go as plan, it totally backfired.
        I was holding back tears as she reassured me
        that I said it because it was true for me & not just so I could hear it back.
        As I thanked her for her encouragement, 
        Greg looked over my shoulder, rolled his eyes,and brought me rightback outside.
         ” Thressa how was I supposed to know you were saying I love you?!?!”-Greg
         ” Because I used the big L & we only ever say like using little L”- Thressa
          ” THRESSA! How was I supposed to know that? I didn’t know what you were doing “- Greg
         ” It’s fine okay because I didn’t say it to hear it ba-” – Thressa
          ” Thressa STOP of course I love you ” -Greg
          ” wait what you love me tooo =) ?” -Thressa
          “No I LOVE YOU & you love me too” -Greg
          ” nu-uh I said it first” -Thressa
          ” No you wrote it first & I had no idea what your plan was”-Greg
        “But I wanted to be brave & say it 1st to you! Can we rewind& replay the whole thing” -Thressa
         Why this long winded story? 
         Why an account of life lessons, & our 1st “I love you” experience?
         Because I was thinking about this Christmas with Greg.
         Our first Christmas as husband & wife.
         So naturally my mind wandered and I thought about Christmas’ past,
         and our comical confusing I love you experience on our first Christmas together ever.

        Looking back 107 days isn’t that much at all.
        Yet that one experience,changed my life in so many more ways then I could have ever expected.

          Just thinking about our 1st Christmas as husband and wife
         my memory lets me not forget of our 1st Christmas,
        our 1st storm,  and our 1st I love you.
          As promised this is story of life, love, and Christmas
        Technically separate yet altogether intertwined.
        Jesus is life.
        Jesus is love.
        Jesus is Christmas. 
        For even when its not Christmas, 
        Christ finds ways in everything 
        that I may see, that we may see
        that HE is life & HE is love 
        Filling our 107 days , our messy, our confusing,
        our insightful excursions around the world to capture our attention.

         In 107 days,he exposed me to my nothingness & meaninglessness without him.
         I hope it takes you less than 107 days to get to that point.
         To revel in the wonder, the history, and the joy of it all.
          That our attention may be so abnormally fixed on him,
          that in simply trying to contemplate on the past few days your mind wanders
          and cant help but say;

Thank You for all that you’ve taught me, 
all that you’ve brought me through.
Thank you for enabling me to see the supernatural,
 through the natural act of remembering.”

          This is a portion of our story
          because our story
          is to always point back to His story.
          Because his story is life, his story is love, his story is Christmas.

     Rooted in Love ,
     Mrs. Dreamer Irving

P.S. enjoy these series of ordinary photos from yet another extraordinary Christmas

Look at these dapper young men
Christmas Eve Dinner: Arroz, Paella, Bacalhau, & Frango
Bubu wrapped in his gift!
To the King !
Dunkin run before our 3 hour road trip to Christmas part II in PA.

Monkey Bread & Mimosa Breakfast
The Punjammies that support freedom that Greg got me that brought tears to my eyes.
Sister. Sister
We love our Grandma!

She blessed me by blessing others, with TOMS & to the Dressember Foundation  !

    The MOST Wonderful Time of the Year

    *A post in tribute to the many recent suffering’s nation & worldwide, that have been brought to light.

    The MOST wonderful time of the year? Where did that come from?
    A little bit of  marshmallows for toasting & carolers out in the snow,
     and suddenly Christmas is the MOST wonderful time of the year?
    Why not Thanksgiving or Valentines day ?
    Let me tell you, if Christmas were a sibling,
    all his/her brothers/sisters holidays ( as well as days other days of the week)
     would be real upset they were getting overshadowed.

    Don’t get it twisted, I am all about:
     relishing in the love of family,
     Being thankful that Jesus was born,
    enjoying people,
    being kind & charitable

    But WHY?
    Why is this seasonal?
    Why only this time of the year do we give lavishly, gift creatively, gather with loved ones intentionally, taking time to be and laugh heartily .

    A bit of a thanksgiving tradition that has begun with my family
    is singing the lyrics to point of grace’s how you live

    “Wake up to the sunlight with your windows open
    don’t hold in your anger or leave things unspoken
    wear your red dress, use your good dishes
    make a big mess and make lots of wishes
    and have what you want but want what you have
    and don’t spend your life looking back
    Turn up the music
    Turn it up loud
    Take a few chances
    Let it all out
    ’cause you won’t regret it
    Looking back from where you have been
    ’cause it’s not who you knew
    And it’s not what you did
    it’s how you live
    So go to the ball games and go to the ballet
    go see your folks more than just on the holidays
    kiss all your children, dance with your wife
    tell your husband you love him every night
    don’t run from the truth, ’cause you can’t get away
    just face it and you’ll be ok”
    We sing this song & my prayer is to live it out.
     In the words of MaryJean Irion, “Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are”.
    It’s not a new notion,
    to not wait for Friday or to not despise Monday’s
    yet we do.
    NEWSFLASH if we continue with that thought cycle, we will only add to our misery & discontent.
    The beauty of this most wonderful time of the year
    is the giving, the singing, the creating, the resting, the loving, the enjoying, the celebrating.
    Our MOST wonderful time of the year should not be limited to Christmas.
    Snow,hot cocoa, and presents have a VERY special place in my heart
    but they don’t make life wonderful.
    For even in my comfort in my moments of joy,
    someone else is suffering or struggling,someone is in despair.
    That’s not to take away from our ability to love our circumstances,
    but to maximize our appreciation for them
    and perhaps ignite us into serving, loving, acting and praying for the suffering.
    Maybe humanity truly having the most wonderful time of the year
     is thinking of how to make someone else’s miserable, desperate, and painful just a little better.
    No more lives torn apart
    That wars would never start,
    And time would heal all hearts
    And everyone would have a friend
    And right would always win
    And love would never end
    This is my grown-up Christmas list
    Revel in your wonderful time of the year
     but PLEASE extend the mentality you have this season all year . 
    THE WORLD IS IN DESPERATE NEED of W O N D E R F U L  year round<3
    wonderful giving
    wonderful celebrating
    wonderful advocating
    wonderful creating
    wonderful praying
    wonderful gratitude
    wonderful conviction to care about those suffering & acting to alleviate the pain
    Please note I am not making light of the day to day struggles we all face,
    we’re all just learning how to live this life as best we can.
    I am saying that life is far to big a gift to only attribute the MOST WONDERFUL to one season a year.
    May the MOST wonderful time of the year,
    be every moment you’re alive,
    every moment love is being spread & the enhancing of someones quality of life, achieved.
    Because of a dreamers love for words, a realists love for music, 
    and our love for each other…
    we’ve decided to sing this aforementioned song, as holiday treat.
    We’re no sonny & Cher, or insert awesome singing couple here _________
    We’re just a dreamer and a realist,
    seeking to make known the atrocious load of those in suffering,
    and our part in alleviating that pain.
    May this video break you heart for those in pain & compel you 
    to not just be in the most wonderful time of the year when it’s Christmas but in every moment your alive.

    Our prayer is that you would thrive in serving others.
    Seek,with all that you can, to provide healing to another human soul
    and doing so, realize each day, that
    It’s a wonderful life.