Apr 12, 2016


It's been a while....a long time actually.  I don't live in Colorado anymore.  That's how long it's been.  I now live in Bentonville, AR.  Yep, back to my old stompin' grounds.  What is up with that expression?  Why "stomping grounds"?  I did not do any literal "stomping" while in Northwest Arkansas.  Well, I may have if I was throwing a fit, but otherwise no stomping.  I did watch "Stomp the Yard", but that was actually when I was in Conway...so we're back again to no actual stomping in NWA.  hmmm  Something to think about. 

That is all. 

On another note, here are my sweet sweet loves:

Dec 20, 2014


Dee, let's talk about animals, Dee.
What abou...t elephants?  Oh, I like elephants, Ben!  You like elephants, Dee?  Oh yes, Ben.
What abou...t zrebas?  Do you like zrebas, Ben?  I like zrebas too!
What abou...t giraffes?  And lions, and hippos, and peacocks, and monkeys....

This can last for quite a while.  This boy LOVES his animals, and I am the privileged one who he wants to lay in bed with and chat about them.  I LOVE being his Dee, so very very much.

Brooke somehow snuck in and captured this moment.  This particular time we were telling these animals to "Get Up!" because he didn't want it to be time to go to sleep.  

Dec 17, 2014


Before I moved to Ukraine, I had to attend a month-long missionary training.  Half was about language acquisition and the other half about life acquisition.  How do you adapt, how do you survive, how do you thrive in this new culture, this new life you now have?  During this training we were put through a hostage simulation.  Let's be honest, I was skeptical about it feeling real and not cheesey.  Oh man, was I wrong!  It quickly became real and scary as my group was thrust into a harsh, scary, life-threatening hostage situation.  The cardboard box we were shoved in turned into a metal bunker in the middle of nowhere.  The darkness was overwhelming; almost squelching our spirit.  The voices in the background were no longer our trainers and teachers but dangerous enemies who threatened our lives.  When the "terrorists" demanded sacrifices, people I barely knew became those who I loved and couldn't bear to see "die."  We had to choose people to sacrifice, who then had to choose their freedom, their life or their God.  It was intense...so very real.  Much more real than I ever thought possible.

I'm not a foreign missionary anymore.  I'm not in the field fighting for the lives of the Ukrainians no matter the odds.  I'm just a "normal" person now.  Working a "normal" job.  There are no terrorists around demanding a sacrifice, demanding I give up my friends, my life, my God.  For some reason I was thinking about this today.  Sometimes, even though I'm in the "normal" world, I am put right in the middle of a hostage situation.  I fight an enemy who is asking me to give up, to sacrifice my attitude or morals, or just my mood or work ethic.  Every day I fight.  Every day we are in a hostage situation; some days are more hostile than others.  We may not realize it, but we are there and we do fight. 

Some days I give in to the enemy.  Instead of choosing Joy, choosing Light, choosing Excellence, I choose a bad mood, easily angered.  I choose making fun of the person who may be a little different, griping about the person who may be a little difficult.  I choose slacking off, waiting until the last minute to actually do my job.  I choose the enemy instead of the God who chose me, and chooses me every day.  God chose me to go to Ukraine; He chose me to move back to Arkansas; He chose me to move to Colorado; He chose me to work in Financial Aid when I wanted to do anything but; He chose my life instead of the life of His son.  The least I can do is chose him.  In my every day hostage situations, my every day that the enemy tries to get me to choose him.  I fight to choose to be a light in the darkness of the "normal" every day life.  


I know what you're thinking...yes, Garth Brooks is awesome.  BUT, unfortunately (or fortunately if you're one of THOSE people who don't like Sir Garth) this post isn't about my love for the soothing sounds of Garth.  I had a student come in my office today (btw, I work in financial aid again...sigh...but in Colorado, so it's at least pretty!) not only to ask about her aid for the Spring semester but also to try and sell me her book.



I was shocked.  At first I thought she just wanted to share some fun news about an accomplishment, but then the sales pitch came.  "Are you interested in my book?  It's only $20!  Such a good deal!"  Not lying.  This actually happened.  In an office of student financial aid...where money from the government is given to aid in achieving higher education.  *another sigh

1)  That's not a good deal.
B)  I can't believe you're trying to sell me something...in the financial aid office...of a college.
3)  No, I'm not interested.

Congrats, though, on the accomplishment.


Dec 15, 2014


I can't believe I live here.

P.S.  I'm helping do some social media/graphic design with a church in Boulder.  This is one of the posts you'll see coming.  This is the view off HWY 287 in Berthoud, CO facing West.  Gorgeous.

Dec 6, 2014


Christmas tree shopping and Hobby Lobby.  What a great time with my little man!

Dec 3, 2014


Do you ever have those days, or just those moments, when you so very much miss the life you used to live?  The "you" you used to be?  That time when?  

Today I really missed Ukraine.  Living there, the people, the language, the food.  I don't so much miss the "me" I was while I was there.  If you know my story,  you'd know I got pretty messed up, but

there was an aspect of my life there that I desperately miss.  I know I've written about this before, so humor me here.  These things come in waves for me.  Today could be a result of a weird dream I had last night about a friend of mine and his moving to Ukraine.  I digress.

I miss walking to the market to buy fresh produce.  I miss going to Puzata Hata to eat varenyky, not-so-fresh cabbage salad, and skillet potatoes.  I miss the exhilaration and the utter privilege of the realization that I, Brittney Boatman, lived in Europe.  I miss walking around the souvenir market and buying cheap jewelry and art.  I miss how delicious McDonalds tasted.  I miss going to a cafe, ordering a fine cappuccino and tasty pastry and just sitting...because that's what you do.  I miss every other day being a holiday.  I miss Beer Mix and Desperado.  I even, for some reason, miss struggling through the no-electricity or no-water days. 

MOST of ALL I miss going to Christ Fellowship Church and seeing true, passionate worship.  I miss knowing the "American" worship songs in Ukrainian or Russian.  I miss serving because you want to, because it's part of life, because "why wouldn't you"...not just because you should, are supposed, or are trying to meet a quota.  I miss my friend Tanya and Yulia who just want to hang out and be with me even if that means we do nothing.  I miss being a part of something so small yet so big, so authentic, so powerful that I didn't even realize how big, authentic, and powerful it was until I left.  

I don't miss the programs or the events or the plans.  I miss just living life and seeing what happens.  I miss that kind of ministry...the kind that is real and impactful and changes lives forever.  Mine has been changed because of Tanya, Yulia, Igor, Elina, Sophia, Solomia, Dima, Max, Artyom, Nadia, Yulya, Mariana, Syava...and so many more.  It's  not because we did English camp together, which we did, or because we did youth group together, which we also did.  It's because we lived life together; we laughed, we cried, we ate, we talked, we listened, we were.  

I miss Ukraine today.