It has occurred to me, that we have not updated our web-site for quite a while, so I thought that I would take it upon myself to remedy this.

Okay, so last you heard, Kirk and Sarah were engaged. They have now proceeded past this point, and were happily married on September 23, 2006. The new Mr. and Mrs. Kirk Hartstrom are now renting a house by the lake in Bridgeport. Kirk still has his job playing with computers for the county; and Sarah is playing with everything at home. They are expecting the first addition to their household to arrive on July 2.

Okay, that’s enough about our married boy. Hmm, now what should I tell you? Let’s see… Melissa went to Australia and New Zealand for a month during Oct. and Nov. She learned a few new words that we don’t use over here in America. She didn’t really eat anything too weird, at least, she didn’t die from anything that I know of, so that is good (come to think of it, she didn’t die at all). Oh, and most important, she learned the Australian bush dance. :-)

Dad is planning to retire from work in August. He has been working for the county for over thirty years now, and figures it’s about time to do something else besides work for them.

Nathan is growing up fast, he is going to be ten this year. Wow, that’s hard to believe. When he was born, I couldn’t quite picture the day when he would be that old. But, now that it’s almost here, it isn’t so difficult. Nathan just got his first dog. The dog's name is Duke, and so far, life was easier without having to look after two little rascals. Duke is definitely Nathan’s dog, he was eating butter yesterday (Butter is Nathan’s favorite thing to sneak when he can get away with it).

Well, I think that ought to do for now, at least there is something new for ya’ll to read. May the Lord bless you today, and may you see His glory around you.

Beulah means "married" and that is exactally what Kirk David Hartstrom and Sarah Fayrene Dickey will become September 23rd. On June 17th 2006, I asked Sarah if she would become my wife, and she joyfully consented. We are both looking forward to establishing a new home in Bridgeport, and a family dedicated to serving the Lord.

Kirk, probably the most flamboyant member of our household, can often be found whistling, but now there seems something more to it. He goes to work promptly at 8 and leaves right at 5 rather than going in early and leaving late. What is going on?

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so the picture to the right should explain things pretty well. Her name is Sarah, and she is a very nice young lady. (I don’t know why people keep asking me if she is a nice girl, I guess they just want to hear my very biased answer that, yes she is.) She lives in a little town called Browns Valley, about 40 minutes from Grass Valley. She and I met in 2001 while doing a Christian children’s program. About 4.5 years later in December 2005 I asked her father for permission to court his daughter, and in March he granted his permission and we began the courtship process.

Courtship, what’s that?
Well it depends who you ask, it’s basically a term that we have adopted to mean that we are going to try and follow principles from God’s word the Bible in romantic relationships. For us it translates into two major principles: parents authority, and preparedness for marriage. We are committed to looking to our parents for guidance, counsel, and instruction in the process. Scripture clearly teaches that we are to honor and obey our parents, and I know that mine certainly have more experience and expertise about relationships of this type than I do. The second thing that courtship means to us, is that we began this relationship with the idea of a possible marriage at the end. We both chose not to seek pleasure in temporary dating relationships during our youth; rather we chose to save romantic relationships until we were ready for marriage.

How it happened
Well because of our previous commitment to courtship even though I first became interested in Sarah in 2001 (and just recently found out that she became interested in me at the same time), nothing happened until very late in 2005. I wasn’t ready for marriage four and a half years ago, and I knew it. Because I waited, I now have my parents’ wholehearted approval, her parents’ wholehearted approval, and even my grandparents blessing in this relationship (well, blessing might be putting it mildly, lets just say that Grandma would probably shoot me herself if I backed out of this thing). The Lord used those years to teach me some maturity and responsibility, and draw me closer to himself. In fact, it’s been neat to see all the lessons the Lord taught both Sarah and I through during that time of waiting. I was also able to do some practical stuff like get a good job, save some money, and make progress on a college degree. The Lord brought us to the point where this is no longer just my idea, or Sarah’s idea, but God seems to be blessing it and confirming that it is His idea. I started out by asking her father for permission to court his daughter. He had some questions for me, and we ended up corresponding for about three months. Then the day arrived; he gave me his permission and blessing to court Sarah. So I asked her if she would allow me to court her, and she graciously replied that she would.

The Juicy details
OK, admit it, you skipped all the other stuff and went for this section first. It’s actually kind of boring to tell, thought I’m enjoying the process. She thinks I’m great, and I think she is great. We are talking about topics like our relationship with the Lord, family harmony, finances, having, raising, and educating children, roles of husbands and wives, and other important, but not real juicy topics. We are mostly communicating by e-mail, but we call and visit each other too. (Ok, by my best count we sent close to 93 e-mails to each other in the last 45 days, plus 14 chat sessions, and I’m not sure how many phone calls). We are saving our first kiss for marriage. Neither of us has courted anyone else before, and if I get my way never will, so it’s full of the excitement of something new, and the hard work of digging ditches to lay a firm foundation for our future together. Our families have decided that we are both twitterpated (it’s a term from the movie Bambi – don’t worry about it, I didn’t know what it meant until I looked it up either.) I think it means we are starting to daydream and spend more time thinking about each other than the tasks at hand.

So, What Happens Next?
I really don’t know the answer to that question. In general the process goes something like, courtship to engagement to marriage. Basically our goal in this courtship is to determine beyond a shadow of a doubt if this is the Lords will for us. What the timeframe is for the whole process, I don’t know, but based on the typical efficiency with which I try to get things done, I’m not imagining the process taking too long.

Well, I thought that it might be about time that I should contribute to this web site and figure out how to work it, so, here it goes.

I have had a desire to go into the nursing field for quite some time now, and have been working on getting into it a little bit. About six weeks ago now, I had an opportunity to attend a CNA class in Indianapolis, IN. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I went; I didn’t really know what a CNA did. I had very great visions of rapture of scurrying around an emergency room in my white uniform, at the beck and call an important doctor, and just in general being very needed. As you can imagine by now, it didn’t quite happen that way.

We spent the whole first week in class learning about important stuff to know if you need to pass a test, and pretty much not important after that. We had a very nice teacher however, Mrs. Pat Turner, and she took a lot of time explaining everything so that everyone could understand, and get a good hold of it. Which was a good thing since I was a little rusty on math, and she helped me figure out what I needed to know about it one evening after supper.

Oh, I should mention, there were nine of us in the class, and naturally, working together under a lot of pressure and stress, most of us got to be pretty close. Pressure can turn out a pretty tight group, and I don’t think that there isn’t one of us who wouldn’t stand up for each other.

Anyway to get on with it, after our week of classes, we had eight days of clinical practice in a nursing home. For the first time I think I figured out why they call what doctors do, practice. The first day was a little scary, you know, everyone was afraid that they might sleep past the four in the morning alarm clock, and not have any time to get out of bed, not to mention missing breakfast. It really was scary to get left alone with a resident for the first time, and be expected to care for them. I was shaking in my boots when I realize that I would have to shave my resident. Now, being a girl, I don’t shave my face every day, and I wasn’t all that sure that I could shave someone else’s without cutting them. I started in on him, and realized that the razor was probably about ten years old, and as dull as a fuzz ball. Then came the challenge of getting a new one, which took me a while, but I finally got one. I announced to one of the instructors that I got a new razor, and was going to go finish off my resident. I just about finished her off she laughed so hard.

I came to love all those old people in that nursing home, the little old lady who still wore her red lipstick and was the sweetest thing ever, my little old man who couldn’t do much of anything for himself, the feisty lady upstairs who swore at everyone, and made, um, interesting but not very appropriate comments at lunch, and everyone else there. It struck me one day that you cannot take care of someone, even for a short time, and not love them. When they look up at you with their helpless eyes, you know that they are relying on you, and the only thing you can do, is give them Christ’s love, and care for them as you would for the Savior himself.

My time at this class has taught me so many lessons; it is simply amazing how many things God can teach you in one short month. The biggest lesson that He taught me was to rely on Him and trust Him. I can be very independent sometimes, and think that I can do things on my own, but, the truth is, I cannot do anything except through Christ who strengthens me. Through that month, I had to depend on Christ from the moment I got up, to the moment I fell asleep. I don’t think that I have mastered that lesson yet, but I think that I got a good way into it.

So, to sum it up, now I have a piece of paper that doesn’t really look important that says that I passed a test. I also have lessons in my heart that I learned, and won’t ever get a piece of paper for, but is even more important.

Mr. Bob Norcross was the director of the program, and he encouraged me all the time. For one thing, he is very funny, and gave us all something to laugh about, but he also made sure that we learned everything we needed, not only to pass the test, but also to be the best CNA’s that we could be. Although, I came into his office and cried enough that he did decide that he needed to get a box of Kleenexes to keep in his office.

Well, that just about does it, and maybe, I will write again when I have something worth writing about. :-)

-Carissa Hartstrom

I don't know about Jack, but I get to be a dull boy with all work and no play. I recently decided that I needed to complete a degree program for a BA in Christian Communications that I enrolled in over two years ago. My goal is to finish by April 14th, and to meet that goal I've spent just about all my spare time studying hard. I've completed a course on the four gospels, a course on scientific creationism, and a basic English test so far, and I have about 8 more courses and four more tests to go.

However, a fellow has to take a break sometime. So pictured is me, sledding on a warm sunny day in shorts and short sleeves. I don't normally wear my hat backwards, but it added to the effect of the picture. I admit that snow boots look dorky with shorts, but have you ever tried to wear flip flops in the snow?