Last of the Fold

I’ve been a little AWOL. In my defense, midterms. Moving on.

Jared! My lil’ bro. Jared is my last sibling. And our last name is Lamb (hence the title, I thought I  was being clever). Jared is 5 years younger than me and my only younger sibling. We were always the two little ones, the youngest siblings, little sister and little brother. I used to walk him to kindergarten and then I walked him to elementary school and then I was high school so school started at a different time so I wasn’t walking him anywhere. And now he’s in high school. My little brother can be the sweetest little thing ever. We would have talks late at night (when he should’ve been asleep) about anything from girls to video games to God. But he’s also a little terror. He gets into trouble in ways I could never have dreamed of (like stealing a soap dispenser from school. Just, why?) and he knows exactly which buttons to press to get on my nerves every time. But I love him and I am so thankful God decided that my parents needed one more child (they certainly didn’t plan that).

He's the little bro in the front

He’s the little bro in the front

obviously the middle one here
obviously the middle one here


Weekly Writing Challenge: Moved by Music

As a dancer deep down inside, I’ve always felt a wonderful connection to music. It makes me want to move and groove. I’ve always liked to try to pick out different beats in the song and think of how you could mix up the tempo of a dance to fit the different and less obvious beats and rhythms of a song. For this writing challenge though, instead of picking a song I would dance to, I decided to pick one that triggers an emotional memory for me.  Music can be so powerful, especially in relation to memory. Music is perfect for immortalizing the emotions of a moment, which, for those of you who know about the brain, is what really makes a memory stick. The song I’ve chosen is actually a hymn titled Be Still My Soul. I was originally planning on staying away from hymns and religious music for this challenge for various reasons but I just keep coming back to this one (don’t worry, this isn’t going to be an I Love Jesus and God lecture).


Back when I was in high school, my sister-in-law was pregnant. She was the first one of my siblings to be having a baby so it would be the first of my parents grandchildren and my first niece. It was definitely an emotional time for my family. During an ultrasound, the doctors discovered that the baby’s brain wasn’t developing. She would go full-term but likely only live for a few hours. After the initial shock and pain, we accepted this and were looking forward to being able to cherish the few hours we would have with her before she passed away. Then my sister-in-law got sick. The baby passed away before birth and those few precious hours were ripped away from us. For me, still a young girl trying to understand life, this rocked my world and shattered a little part of my heart. She was named Kymberly and we held a small funeral for her. To anyone who has attended a funeral for a child and seen a casket so small, you understand how heartbreaking this is. One of the hymns we sang (only one I remember from that day) was Be Still My Soul. It wasn’t even really singing, more like all of us pleading to ourselves and promising ourselves that it would be all right while tears streamed down our faces and our voices cracked. For a long time afterwards, I couldn’t hear this song without tears coming to my eyes. To me it is a personal comfort, a promise, and a small, intimate memorial to the beautiful niece that never got to see this world.



1) Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;

With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev’ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav’nly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2) Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake

To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
3) Be still, my soul: The hour is hast’ning on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.



Link for the Challenge:

Day Numero 5

My next “I’m thankful for” is Brandon. He is my third oldest brother and 4 years older than me. I’m thankful for Brandon because of the spiritual insight he brings. I’m very proud of my brother for serving his mission in Brazil (came home in August). This isn’t to say that my other siblings aren’t spiritual or that I’m not proud of them but that it’s something that I’m thankful for in Brandon. Brandon is a pretty funny guy too, always trying to make people laugh. I love that he tries to make people laugh. We chat. We’re buds.100_3558

He's the one standing

He’s the one standing


MATT! Matthew is my second oldest brother, 5 years older than me. I’m thankful for Matt because we’ve been through hard times together. We weren’t always close and our relationship was rocky for a while but now I couldn’t imagine what I’d do without him. We go to church together (when I’m home), go to events together, have some of the same friends (that we have dinner parties with), spend car rides together chatting about life, give each other advice, and are each other’s wingman/woman. All in all, much like best friends. And I’m glad for it.

Left: Matt Right: Brandon

Left: Matt
Right: Brandon

Next up…

My brothers and sister. I can’t decide if I want to do them all at once or in 5 separate posts (you read that right, I have 5 siblings). For now, I’ll just do one at a time. If I run out of days, I can smush them together. I’ll just do them in order of oldest to youngest (no need to play favorites here).

First up: Phillip

Phillip is 7 years older than me. I’m thankful for Phillip because he was always the comforting one. Compared to my other brothers he seemed more calm (probably because he was older) and more like the one that you would go to for a hug. He’s the brother that you just know he cares even if he doesn’t show it.

(left to right) Back: Matt, Phil, Brandon Front: Amanda, Me

(left to right)
Back: Matt, Phil, Brandon
Front: Amanda, Me