Filed under: Web/Tech
Ok so my 8 year old, JD, who is my creative child and likes to draw and write, has started a blog. His poem made me laugh. Y’all check him and leave him a comment.
Filed under: Life
If you are a young mom standing in front of a big wooden box draped with flowers, in a room full of flowers where everyone is crying, mourning the tragic loss of your son, you can be ASSURED that I will hug you with everything I have in my body. I might even kiss your cheek and tell you I love you.
Filed under: Life
I just thought you all should know, I don’t like to be hugged. People who know me well know this. (Right Katie? Right Caroline?)
I had the unique priviledge of accompanying the aforementioned Caroline on her very first Starbucks visit tonite with another friend Gayle and we were talking the usual girl-talk and discussing the tragedy in our church family this week and I don’t know how it happened but Gayle didn’t know this about me.
Oh yes, yes, I remember. We were talking about how Friday at school Jojo’s very sweet and emotionally sensitive teacher ran up to our pastor (who is not HER pastor but she knows him) and gave him a big ol’ bone-crushin’, Southern girl, "Praise God, I love ya!" hug. Now anyone that knows our wonderful pastor knows… He doesn’t hug. Especially women. And it’s for good reason… I’m sure he hugs his wife and daughter but not other women. But she gave him NO OPTION! And I just happened to be there and see it and she just didn’t know, bless her heart. I had to giggle, frankly. Kinda glad I got to see it. Pastor Jeff, I’ve got your back… you had no say in the matter. You looked kind of scared actually. 😀
Because I’m not a hugger either. I don’t like people touching me, and to be honest I know that sounds a little weird comin’ from a girl who’s been pregnant 7 times. I’m good with the Mister huggin’ on me, if you must know, but even with my kids who I love to pieces I have to do a mental, "Hmmm Have I hugged Sugie today? What about JD?" etc. It feels very un-natural for whatever reason. Weird, huh?
Caroline recalled the time she accompanied me when I was in the ER for the zillionth time with kidney stones. If you have ever had those little pieces of hell in your ureters you know you writhe and can’t keep still. So I’m in a backless gown writing and moaning and hollerin’ and scarin’ folks and she’s sitting there and I can now look back and see the thoughts running through her mind like a stock-ticker running across her forehead. "I think I should go hug her. Or comfort her. No, wait, she’s already in pain. Do I make it awkward too? Would I be hugging her to make her feel better or because I just feel so bad for her??" I’m sure she was in pain too. Seems like she patted me on the arm, like "There, there." Yeah, that’ll do.
I am a true Southern girl. A child of the South. But I’m not ever in my life going to come runnin’ up to you and give you a big ol’ squeeze like all the stereotypes about us. If you come up and hug me I’m likely to do a "Pastor Jeff" and stiffen like a board and pat you on the back.
Don’t take it personally. I’m just not wired that way.
You have been warned.
Filed under: Life
I will be taking a short break. We received word last night that some friends’ of ours (from church) son was killed last night in a firearm accident. He was 11 or 12 and in Jojo’s class at school. We’re just going to take some time to be together with our church family and with our very-shaken and upset son. Please pray for these precious people.
Filed under: Limerick Thursday
There once was a boy who played soccer
Long hair made him look like a rocker.
His mom had him shorn
His face grew forlorn
And dad said, "Look! Eyes! What a shocker!"
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At nighttime we must watch tv
I sit there and nurse baby Bee
American Idol
Makes me suicidal
These people sing way off of key.
Have a great day yall! Haircuts at the house (hence the first one) and I’m trying to get a bit organized. Going to see some unexpected out of town guests tonite at the inlaws so I’m running a bit.
Filed under: All things Scottish
We had our monthly "We’re going to Scotland!" meeting. I say it like that because that’s kind of what we sit in a room and do. We haven’t made any real plans yet for what we are going to actually do in the time we’ve been given.
Now, that’s not exactly true. We do have our weekly schedule laid out for us of all the events and activities we are doing. For instance we will be leading a Holiday Bible Club there (think "VBS.") We have to do all the curriculum and planning for that, including stories, crafts, music, and activities. I’m ready to get some things planned and on paper so that we can dole out the work and get busy! Last time our story, craft, and music time took about, oh, 45 minutes total. That left 1 hr and 15 minutes for the teenagers to try to play games with the kids outside! You can only do so much Red Rover, ya know? But then we really didn’t know what to expect either so who can blame us?
I know what to expect a little more this time so I want to be ready. Not just for the sake of doing it but for the sake of meeting our mission… to share God’s love with those whom He puts in our path those 10 days in July. I want to be purposeful. I want to be driven! For 10 days I won’t be distracted by "Mom! He’s touching me!" "Mom, she has my Polly Pocket!" I want to make the most of it knowing that the precious ones God has given me will be happily tucked away with their loving and wonderful grandparents so that I can think outside the little box that contains me and my "little" family for just a short while.
Pray for me and for the ones I will be going with. That we will be given a message to share with the ones we meet. That their hearts will be soft toward His gospel. That God will make a way. I can’t wait to meet Him there.
Filed under: Weblogs
I’m so excited! Hope is not lost! You have to go see these CUTE aprons over at Smockity Frocks! She is hosting a contest to win an apron and I almost said it was CUTE again. But I won’t. Say it’s CUTE I mean. I’ll just say I love it and if you win from linking to it from me I will be happy for you. But I will be happier for ME if I win it. Did I mention I’ve been a LOSER lately? She draws on January 26 so get ’em in early!
Filed under: Faith
I have what generations of Southern mamas before me have referred to as "the creepin’ crud." This is our way of saying what I could pay a $20 to hear in technical terms from my doctor. "It’s a virus." Sore throat, congestion, and a cough that sounds like that dog, Snotz, under the table in "Christmas Vacation." (You remember, "He’s just coughin’ on a bone he dug outta the trash or somethin’…") This reason, coupled with the fact that Jojo has it too and Mr. Grits was leading worship at early and late services we stayed home from church this morning, which I don’t like to do. But it was the right thing to do, especially since I had nursery duty with the babies. You are welcome for not spreading my cooties to your precious little ones.
So I did what I always like to do when I have to miss… I watched the live webcast on our church’s website. Our pastor gave what-for to all of us in hearing range on the subject of worship through giving… I hope he stomped on many toes in our congregaton just as we had ours stomped on by him years ago when another time he preached on this subject. He didn’t pull punches on it but faithfully preached the Word. Even though it was painful, it was a subject that Mr. Grits and I had to submit to and have been blessed many-fold for our obedience. We always have said that every time we were able to substantially increase our worship through giving we were blessed… with another child. Now I’m not saying if you are infertile you should increase your giving– We’ve been blessed in a plethora of ways. We have felt blessing financially… in our relationship with each other and others… we have been blessed through a season of suffering… etc., etc.
Making a commitment to give IS painful at first. All you can think about is, "That’s a car payment!" or "That would sure make a nice vacation!" but after a while you will reap the benefits. I don’t necessarily mean you are going to get mysterious checks in the mail that make all your worldly dreams come true. I suppose what I mean is that your heart will change. We reap spiritual blessing that knows no bounds. We will see Him meet our needs materially, spiritually, emotionally, and every-which-way when we take that step of faith to trust Him with our finances. This is how we worship him… through active acts of faith that show we trust Him. He glorifies and magnifies Himself through our cheerful, sacrificial gifts that result in the spreading of His gospel, the work of His Kingdom, and boundless fruit in our hearts and lives.
"I will not sacrifice to the Lord my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing." (2 Samuel 24:24)
What is the chief end of man? (What is the reason for man’s being?)
To glorify God and enjoy Him forever. Westminister Catechism Question 1
Filed under: Uncategorized
I think you all missed the intended humor in the Loser post… I’m laughing at myself and hoping you all would laugh with me….
But thanks for all yalls kinds emails… and comments… and flowers… and gifts… and cards… (kidding…)
It was meant to be funny! Laugh with me! "I’m a loser bay-bay…" 😀
And L isn’t even my middle name–lately it’s my first.
I lost the chili contest at the school last night.
We lost at the Pinewood Derby (no, we actually got 3rd in his den. But that’s out of 3. Actually, JD thought there were only 2 in his den today so he couldn’t figure out how he got 3rd if there were 2. I didn’t want to tell him it was just because he was my child…)
And I just found out I didn’t even get in the top 10 here.
I have a big ol’ L on my head.
Ooo but I just realized… I’m not "losing weight" so that means I’m not a loser at EVERYTHING!! (Or does it?)
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Reformed Grits 