Your Calling will not be Comfortable

It’s okay to be scared. That means you’re about to do something really brave.

“Are you sure?” I asked my husband with a fear in my eyes. Then he said something I’ll never forget. “We have always said we felt the Lord calling us to this. And we will always be able to find excuses for why the time isn’t right.” I nodded as he wrapped me into a hug. I returned the phone call I had received and told them “Okay. We’ll do it. We’ll take him.”

One week later, right after our daughter’s first birthday, our new 15-year-old son moved in. Gianssen is from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic and had come to the States to try for better educational opportunities. His parents run a non-profit ministry in the Dominican and had sent his older brother to do the same 6 years prior. Now his brother was starting his junior year at Stetson University in Orlando, Florida playing basketball and Gianssen’s hopes were to follow in his footsteps, earning a basketball scholarship. We committed to a minimum of 3 years (the rest of high school) as his American guardians with the hope of him continuing to college here in the U.S. as well. We voiced that we were not in a financial situation to be able to afford taking him in and all the expenses that come with that; but we were assured financial partners and support would be provided if we would be willing to handle the physical and emotional aspects.

The first few weeks were an adjustment…for everyone. We had to adjust to having a teenage boy in the house. Typical day to day things shifted, not in a bad way just in a different way. Electric and water bills increased and our grocery bill…well it skyrocketed to say the least. It was a transition period for Gianssen too. He went from a home with electricity just a few hours a day to remembering to turn off light switches. From getting cold water 2 days a week to an endless stream of hot water that seemed like it went for days. We had to have conversations like 40 minute showers are too long and lights get turned off when we leave a room. As we all tried to get to know one another better, the days turned to weeks, which turned into months. He was great right from the start; he was respectful, an amazing big brother to Mila, and a hard worker in school and basketball. As time wore on he started to open up more and feel more comfortable. It wasn’t long before he affectionately became “G” to everyone and it was hard to remember what life was like before him.

As people in our community began to meet him and be around him, we would get the same question pretty consistently:

How’s it going with him? What’s it like to have him with Mila being so young?

And we would look at each other and smile because we could honestly answer it’s going great! We love him and he’s such a good kid. The Lord really knew what he was doing when he put us together. But we always had this underlying issue that was pulling at us. We never received the financial partners we were promised. We had individuals donate to us and that was a huge blessing to us. We are so grateful we had so many give in so many ways. But it wasn’t near enough to sustain us moving forward. And we knew eventually, we would have to dip into our own savings account that we had been trying to build up. That is exactly what happened. Fast forward even more and our savings are almost completely gone. We are so far in the hole without having that steady support we were told we would have. We continue to pray and reach out, trying to do whatever we feel is right in asking for help, something I am not great at doing. But we believe the Lord is going to provide like He always has. He will provide ways we can stay together as a family.

Because that is what we are. Gianssen truly has become a part of our family. He has his American parents, sister, grandparents, and the rest of our family. His love for his biological family is still strong–I love that they Facetime every day. We have grown to love his parents and siblings like family as our own. We are so blessed by our Dominican extended family through this son we share. Mila truly adores him and to watch their relationship grow brings tears to my eyes. It is a true mother’s dream to bring a teenage boy in when your first and only baby girl is so little and for him to just overwhelm her in the best way. We see him as our own and truly don’t know what life would be like without him as our bonus boy. We are continuing to pray that the Lord shows His favor on our family and that we seek Him above everything as we grow as individuals and as a unit.

“May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus, that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God.” Romans 15: 5-7

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3 Lessons from a First-Year Teacher


I actually wrote this piece almost 6 years ago now but I felt the need to re-share it because I found it so valuable! And I hope other young teachers, or even veteran teachers, can relate and learn from it. I have always wanted to become a teacher and a coach; and finally after 25 years on the planet, I finally got to live out that dream. People always tell me that the older I get, the faster life goes. I think I’m starting to believe them. I can’t believe that my first year teaching was 6 years ago and so much has happened in my teacher life since then. Even more, the top 3 lessons I thought I was going to teach my students that first year, I ended up relearning the lessons for myself. And guess what…those lessons still remain true to this day.


Lesson #1: Stay passionate.

 I heard the following quote when I was 17-years-old and it has been my favorite ever since: “Passion makes suffering look like entertainment.” I often use this quote as motivation to my players when coaching, using the hard preparation yet game entertainment as the perfect example. However, teaching high school students has reminded me just how important passion is in your every day life. I have seen people in every career that have lost their passion and in turn, lost their joy. I believe that my passion comes from my students, my players and the relationships I build with them. So after constant reminders, I have vowed to continuously strengthen my relationships with my students. Decades in the same job will not change my passion; it will not take my joy. I will always find passion in teaching and coaching because I will remember what it is truly about: the next generation finding their own passion and for the cycle to continue.

Lesson #2Grow Old, Not Up.

The lyrics to this song (click the link and listen…no right now. Do it!) give us our Lesson #2. My dad and I have a lot of shared interests but our top one would probably have to be the artist of this song. If you know anything about JB fans (not to be mistaken for Justin Bieber…ever) we call ourselves “parrotheads” or as small children, “parakeets.” Above almost all else, we love to have fun! Returning to my inner child happened often in my classroom this year. Because I teach Spanish, simple activities are an easy way to interact and help the students memorize. Realizing that you’re only as old as you feel allowed me to understand that even as an adult, silliness and laughter will often times teach your students the most; and a teacher who can play with her students (even if they are 17-years-old) will reach them more than one who just lectures them. Receiving this feedback from my own students pushed me into my second vow: “Grow Old, Not Up.”

Lesson #3: Never Stop Learning.

As an undergraduate student, I remember my professors always telling me that as “teachers we never stop learning.” Most teachers think it is their number one job to teach. Pretty standard opinion and I can’t say that I blame them. Fortunately, I have been blessed with phenomenal former teachers and coaches that have instilled a different mindset in me. My number one job is to learn. If I teach the same stuff over and over again, I’m going to eventually run out of things to teach and on top of that ways to teach them. However, if I continue to learn more and more about my content, about my sport, about life in general I will always be able to keep my students’ attention. Isn’t that what teaching is all about in the first place…the students. So we have arrived at my final vow which is to

Never.

Stop.

Learning.


These three lessons are few of many but in my opinion, the most important. My first year teaching was unbelievable. The constant reassurance that this is what I was born to do encouraged me daily. What I love about the world of education is the lessons you learn are not just for those involved in this occupation, but they are applicable to any profession. I love what I do because I learn something different every day, usually from my kids, which makes me love them that much more. Sure…I could strangle them all at least 10 times a day…but because I am intentional about my relationships with them these life lessons we share makes it all worth it. So no matter what stage you are at in life, no matter what you do day in and day out, remember my first written lesson: stay passionate, never grow up, and never stop learning.