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Please:)  As you may or may not know I’m going to Guatemala on a mission trip in May.  I’m going with Church of the Apostles (and KQ’s hubby, Russ).  Little nervous.  Super excited.  But that’s all beside the point.  I need shoes and lots of ‘em!  Each of us that are going on the trip are going to fill up one suitcase full of shoes to take down to the people of Guatemala.  Here’s what we need…

children’s shoes in all sizes

adult shoes, but nothing larger than a men’s size 10 (don’t ask me why…people in Guatemala have little feet?)

Tennis shoes, sandals, flip flops (no dress shoes) (I guess people in Guatemala don’t dress up.)

They don’t need to be new shoes….but I’m sure they would appreciate a little discretion:)   

Email me at morgancollins@hotmail.com if you’re interested in helping.  I can come get the shoes…I mean, unless you’re in California or something…but I’m pretty sure no one in California reads this so we should be good.

Thanks yall!

I’ve been doing this devotional with my friend Rebecca lately and to be honest it’s really starting to frustrate me.  The book is real big on sitting and listening to God.  Now, I’m not saying that God doesn’t speak to us.  I’m not even saying that some people don’t hear him in an audible voice.  I’m just saying that I’ve never experienced that.  The only way I’ve ever known God to speak to me is through Scripture and through the opening and closing of doors.  Not wanting to put God in a box, I’ve been trying to do what this book is telling me to do.  Sit quietly for extended periods of time.  Empty your thoughts and let God bring something to your mind.  Honestly, the only thing I’ve gotten out of this is feeling like a spiritual moron.  Am I supposed to be hearing something?  Is something profound and life altering supposed to pop into my mind?  I don’t get it.  I gave it another try last night and the thing that kept popping into my head was ghostbusters.  You know the scene at the end of the first movie where the crazy woman tells them destruction will come in the form of whatever they think of…or something like that.  So they’re all yelling at each other to empty their heads…don’t think of anything.  Well next thing they know the stay puft marshmallow man is destroying the city.

I’m trying so hard to empty my mind so that God can speak, but all I can think about is the stay puft marshmallow man.  Maybe God’s telling me to eat a smore?

If you don’t know what I’m talking about then you can watch the clip below.  And if you know how to listen to God then please share.       

I have been acutely aware of my paper towel use today.  We went to go visit my grandmother yesterday and my dad pointed out the fact that she had torn a paper towel in half to use and then saved the other half.  She responded with "well, I didn’t need the whole thing".  Makes sense.  I’ve heard similar stories about different people’s grandparents being like that.  Rinsing off tinfoil so it can be used again…ironing tissue paper so it can live to see another present….you know, stuff like that.  Just makes me think of how wasteful I am.  I accidentally tore off way more paper towels than I needed this morning and instead of trying to save them for something else I just dried my hands with 5 paper towels and tossed them in the trash can.  How did we…scratch that…how did I get to be so wasteful?  Probably because, unlike my grandparents who lived through a depression, I’ve never really fallen on "hard times".  Maybe a recession is just what I need…I’m just sayin’.  

Hope yall have an awesome weekend of celebrating what He did for us.  I mean seriously….it still blows my mind! 

does anyone know what I do for a living?

Or am I Chandler Bing?

I’m not going to turn this into a blog about Merrit…but she’s just so darn cute!  I went over to "help" Tanaya last night since she hasn’t been feeling very well…which is code for I played with Merrit all night…tough job:)  She was eating a sucker at one point and of course her sticky drool got all over the place!  Later on she realized that her hands were sticking to her face….precious!

for those of you who haven’t heard…Tanaya is preggo again!!!!!  yay!!!!!!!  I’ve been dying to blog about it, but she made me wait:)  And to honor her request I had to tell a little fib in one of my posts.  I believe I told you all that I was recruited to the reconsignment sale to look for clothes…that’s not true.  Tanaya called me and asked me if I would go with her to help look for a double stroller.  To which I replied "why the h*** do you need a double stroller?!" and that’s when she sprung it on me….baby #2…on the way!

Tanaya is such a good mom and Merrit is the most precious creature I’ve ever seen….I wonder if the new baby will look like her:)  This is Merrit at 2 months old…look at those cheeks! 

My mom gave me these pictures and instructed me to put them on my blog to prove to you all that I had rhythm at one point in my life.  However, the only things these pictures prove is that Tanaya has always been tall and skinny (I’ll let you infer what I’ve always been:) and that our moms REALLY like the blush and lipstick…to this day my mom still tells me that I need to wear more of both.

..are from the devil.  I’m just sayin’.

…I definitely didn’t come outta that class dancing like the girls in that video.  I’m not even sure you could call what I was doing dancing at all.  It probably would’ve been a good work out if I hadn’t spent 90% of the class walking in circles trying to figure out what the hey I was supposed to be doing.  You see, I have a confession to make.  I’ve always thought that I could hold my own on the dance floor.  I didn’t think I was Brittney Spears or anything, but I thought I had enough rhythm to get by.  I’ve fallen victim to this lie once before.  In college Katie and I went to a free dance class at Ramsey and ending up sneaking out the back door.  You think that I would’ve learned my lesson, but I admit I fell into that ol’ trap again last night.  It all made perfect sense in my head!  I cheered my whole life and half of being a cheerleader is dancing…right?  NO!  Fellow former cheerleaders let me be your warning…we can not dance!  But don’t worry we bought a package of classes so we get the immense pleasure of feeling like tards at least three more times:) 

Sadly, I didn’t have my camera with me last night…but just watch the video below for a good idea of how things played out.   

yeeeeeaaaah.  McCall and I are going to a dance class tonight.  The website promised we would burn 500 calories….I’m starting to wonder if those calories are worth the embarrassment that is sure to come with them.  In the mean time I’ll be watching this to get ready.  (Warning: this is a 2 live crew video…if you’re easily offended…don’t watch it)  geez…I thought I was such a hood rat in high school. 

Watch both of these.  Maybe things aren’t always as cut and dry as I would like them to be. 

I know you all are just dying to hear about my weekend:)  Two things worth mentioning.  One, I went to a reconsignment sale with Tanaya and Kary on Saturday morning.  Apparently every year a bunch of mothers of multiples put on this huge sale at the salvation army.  I was recruited to help pick-out clothes.  I meant to take my camera so I could document the chaos, but seeing as how we left at 7:30 am on a Saturday, my brain wasn’t functioning at full capacity.  The three of us piled into Tanaya’s car and met my mom, my preggo sister-in-law, my niece and our friend Lindsay there.  Everyone else was already in line when we got there…we were a little late since we stopped to get a biscuit from the Grayson Cafe:)  Did I mention that it was pouring down snow that morning…awesome.  Tanaya had already prepped me about what I was supposed to be looking for and she warned me of the aggressive (I just did a cheer in my head to remember how to spell aggressive) mother’s and their strategic use of strollers…so I was ready to go into battle.  Surprisingly, everyone was really nice.  No one mowed me down with their stroller and there were no elbows thrown.  After I went through my assigned section of clothing and picked up anything that had even a semblance of cuteness I took over the role of "holder of everyone’s crap so they can go look at other stuff".  I must tell you that as a single mother of zero I wasn’t exactly pumped about this thing….but actually it was fun getting to spend time with everyone…and we got some super cute stuff which is always exciting…even if it’s for someone else’s kids:)    

Second thing worth mentioning…a group of us went to eat at Cracker Barrel after church on Sunday.  I got Grandpa’s Country Fried Breakfast with country fried steak.  Do I really need to say anything else?

I’ve been on a self-imposed book restriction for a while now.  I have a problem…I LOVE books!  Don’t misunderstand me though.  While I love reading books….I am more obsessed with having them.  KQ wrote a post about this.  I have a pretty sizeable stack of books that I’m trying to read.  But every time I get done with one I buy three more.  Desiring God had a book sale a few months back where everything was super cheap.  We all know that John Piper is my fav so of course I had to buy a ton of books….I mean, they were on sale!  After that I told myself that I was not allowed to buy anymore books until I read all of the ones I already had.  That hasn’t really worked very well…I’ve been sneaking books one at a time here and there.  And my list of books that I want continues to grow. 

Here are just a few that I’m buying if I ever let myself off restriction.  

what are yall reading right now?  anything good?  there’s always room on the list:)

I think I’ve run outta things to talk about.  Any requests:)

…when all we knew how to do was keep and break a bunch of rules.  Amena Brown