thinking, readingNovember 27, 2008 11:23 am

"I was standing today in a dark toolshed.  The sun was shinning outside and through the crack at the top of the door there came a sunbeam.  From where I stood that beam of light, with the specks of dust floating in it, was the most striking thing in the place.  Everything else was almost pitch-black.  I was seeing the beam, not seeing things by it.  Then I moved so that the beam fell on my eyes.  Instantly the whole previous picture was vanished.  I saw no toolshed, and (above all) no beam.  Instead I saw, framed in the irregular cranny at the top of the door, green leaves moving on the branches of a tree outside and beyond that, 90 odd million miles away, the sun.  Looking along the beam, and looking at the beam are very different experiences."  -CS Lewis

"Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever."  Psalm 106:1

"What is most significant about this link is that our gratitude is ultimately rooted in what God is, not in what he gives.  The sensation of pleasure runs up the beam of God’s generosity until it stops in the goodness of God himself."  -John Piper 

 

Praying that we would all look along the beam and not just at the beam today.  Happy Thanksgiving!  

friendsNovember 26, 2008 10:13 am

can’t you tell?

familyNovember 24, 2008 5:35 pm

This will never get old.
Lil’ bit country…



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Lil bit rock n….disco.



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cakesNovember 23, 2008 6:30 pm

I’m ready to play…today

look at me

I can be

centerfield. 

thinkingNovember 21, 2008 12:18 pm

Remember when we talked about a more meaningful way to celebrate Christmas and give gifts?  Well I did some research and found some interesting stuff I thought yall might like.

Ten Thousand Villages has all kinds of cool stuff from all around the world.  They are committed to fair trade and buying one of their products helps bring dignity and a life of quality to someone a world away. 

WorldCrafts doesn’t have as diverse of a selection as some of the others, but still some good stuff.  Shopping with them allows us to "Assist more than 60 artisan groups (women and men) around the world who live in poverty in providing for their families."

Friends of the Third World not only provide job training for needy people in Indiana, but they are also committed to fair trade and "true charity" to people around the world.  This site has coffee, tea, flour, etc that has been fairly traded.  In my research I came to understand that a lot of grocery stores now have fairly traded products stocked…you just might have to look a little harder.

Go Fish is my favorite site that I found.  I like what the founder had to say…"What I saw were people from other nations…people who would never know what it would be like to go to sleep hungry…arguing the prices with these poor. What I saw were men and women who had nothing, being forced to sell what they had made for just a fraction of what it was worth in order to put food in the mouths of their children. It was then that I felt God tell me that I was never to take advantage of His poor. It was at that moment that I felt as if God was giving me a vision of a business that would glorify Him and impact the lives of many."  I found some super cute stuff on this site that I’ll be asking for:)  

I set out to try and find a way to spend my money that would impact someone else’s life and not just add to the clutter of mine and my families lives.  Pretty much everything I found was connected to fair trade.  I’ve heard this term plenty of times, but never really given it much thought.  I’m still not fully educated on the matter and would love yall’s input. 

 

Oh and Chapter 4 is up.  If you’re just joining us you can catch up on the whole story here.  I’ll start putting all the chapters under the Lou Ella link so she doesn’t completely monopolize my blog:)

readingNovember 18, 2008 11:13 pm


Just a week later the whole town came out for the wedding of the couple that the infamous shower had been for.  Lou and Cici were catering the reception and had been up since the crack of dawn making food.  Luckily they both had time to go home and get ready before the ceremony began.  Lou rode with Layla and Jack and when they walked into the church they saw Cici and Brad in a pew towards the back.  They all three slipped in next to them.  Cici leaned over and apologized for being so far back.

“We wanted to save yall seats so we sat back here.”

Lou didn’t care where they sat.  She was just glad she didn’t have to sit by herself.  She had been foolish enough to go to a wedding by herself once and quickly decided that she would never do it again. 

“At least from back here we can see everyone walk in” whispered Cici with a smile.

Lou surveyed the room.  It was a nice turnout with both the bride’s and groom’s sides almost full.  About the time the couple moved to light the unity candle Lou noticed Mark toward the front of the church.  She had secretly been looking forward to this wedding hoping that she would encounter him again.  She smiled to herself and looked back to the happy couple as they stared at the lit candle and waited for the solo to be over.  She always thought this was the dumbest part of weddings. 

 

The ceremony came to an end and everyone stood up to make their way to the reception.  Will was seated next to his sister and her friend Angela.  Neither he nor his sister had been invited to this wedding, but Angela insisted that they both come and that the bride and groom wouldn’t mind.  He knew she was used to getting what she wanted and his sister wanted to go so he reluctantly agreed to go with them.  He and his sister had been staying with Angela and her husband for almost a week.  The house was big enough for him to have nearly an entire wing to himself and Tom, Angela’s husband, stayed busy enough to make his presence in the house a rarity. 

Will had woken that morning with intentions of telling his sister and Angela that he had changed his mind about going to the wedding, but when he walked downstairs and overheard Angela and her husband arguing about his attendance to the event he knew Angela would have to go alone.  Although he wasn’t particularly found of Angela he decided he would go after all.

Now that he was at the wedding he was regretting that decision.  He didn’t know a single soul outside of the two ladies standing next to him and he had never been very good at social gatherings.  He wasn’t unsure of himself; just uninterested in everyone else. The truth was he had been in this town a week and hadn’t met anyone very appealing.

He turned to watch the couple walk out of the church and someone caught his eye.  Someone he recognized.  The woman he had met at lunch.  “What was her name” he thought to himself. “Lou.  Yes, that was it.  Strange name for a woman.”  He had gotten the same impression of her as he had from the rest of the town.  Although, he did recall Angela saying that she had lived and worked in Atlanta for a while.  “Why on earth would anyone come back to this place after they had gotten out?” he thought.  He watched Lou as she and her friend rushed out of the church.

 

Lou and Cici had hired a couple of girls to help them at the reception so they could go to the actual wedding, but they hurried out of the church to make sure everything was just the way they wanted it.  With business still touch and go they couldn’t afford for anyone to be displeased.  Word of mouth was all the advertising they had the budget for and they needed those words to be kind.  Lou ran to one end of the reception hall as Cici ran to the other.  They made their way through the entire room and met in the middle.

“Everything looks good” remarked Cici.

“Why am I so nervous?” Lou said…mostly to herself.

“The whole town of Ocilla is at this wedding.  That’s our entire cliental base.  If we screw this up we’ll never get another customer in this town again” Cici replied with a sarcastic smile.

“Thanks Ci.  That makes me feel much better.” 

Lou could handle being nervous about the food, but she was afraid the nerves were about something else altogether….or someone else.  They both walked toward the back corner of the room and waited for the wolves to arrive.  

reading 10:41 am

Again, let me say that none of the characters in this story are based on real life people…I promise…so you can all relax. 
Also, I fear that I’ve created a monster.  I posted the first chapter on a whim and now I see that this could go on forever.  So it’s up to yall…you can settle in and we can go the long haul with the entire story…or I can give you the abridged version and bring this bad boy to end sooner rather than later.  You tell me. 
Oh, and I know my grammar is outta control in this thing…you can thank CGHS for that.   

Chapter Two:

Monday morning Lou Ella drug herself into work bright and early.  Although she loved her job, she had never been a morning person.  She and Cici had opened a sandwich shop together about a year ago when a prime spot in the town square came available.  Layla’s grandfather was a pretty big deal in their hometown of Ocilla and had pulled some strings for the girls to get the property at a very good price.  It was a big risk, but Lou quit her job in Atlanta and moved back home to start a business with her best friend. 

“Mornin’” said Cici. 

“Hey” Lou grumbled back in reply.  Cici knew Lou well enough to know that she was going to be in a foul mood first thing in the morning. 

They spent the morning, as they did every Monday, planning out their week.  They had two big weddings to cater for the coming weekend and several other jobs lined up.  It would be a pretty busy week for them.  The first six months of business had been really slow and Lou had often wondered if she’d made the right decision.  Cici wondered the same thing more than once herself.  She had given up a lot for this venture as well.  But neither girl ever expressed their fear of failure to each other; thinking that if they said it out loud they might jinx themselves.

Around eleven o’clock the lunch crowd would start to come in.  They had a small menu of sandwiches and salads and managed to do pretty well at lunch time. 

“So” started Cici while she made a sandwich “you sure were talking to Mark a lot at the shower.”

Lou paused from making some pasta salad and just gave her a look.

“What?  I’m just saying…he seems like a nice guy.”

“He is a nice guy” said Lou.

The bell out on the counter rang to let them know someone needed assistance.  

“Can you get that?” asked Cici.

“Sure” Lou said as she put down her bowl and walked out to the counter. 

Cici smiled as she watched her friend walk to the counter and paused to wait for Lou’s reaction.

Lou was shocked when she came out from the kitchen and saw Angela Decker standing at the counter with two other people.  She glanced back to the kitchen and saw Cici watching and quickly realized that she was in on this. 

“Hey there!” shouted Angela.  Lou was convinced that the woman didn’t know how to speak in a normal tone of voice.

“Hey Angela.  Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.” replied Lou.

“I’ve just heard so much about your little place down here I had to come and check it out.  It’s so precious!” 

Lou knew that what Angela really meant was that it was precious that they were making a measly amount of money in this hair-brained scheme.  Angela came from old money.  Everyone in her family was a lawyer and she made her daddy real proud by marrying the top lawyer at his firm.  Angela had never worked a day in her life and had a habit of looking down her nose at everyone around her.  All the while calling them precious.  Lou officially hated that word.  

“Well I’m glad you finally made it by.” said Lou with all the niceness she could muster up.

“This is Catherine” Angela said motioning to the woman beside her “and her brother Will.  He’s lives in Atlanta and works for the AJC.”  Angela turned her attention to Will, “You know Lou Ella used to work in Atlanta too.  What was it you did again?”  Without even pausing for Lou to answer Angela continued with on. “Then she just up and quit and moved back home to open this precious little place.  It really is so precious Lou.  Don’t you think it’s just precious?”

“It’s a very nice place.” Will responded dryly.

“Well yall have a seat” said Lou “anywhere’s fine.  I’ll be out to get your order in just a sec.”

Lou walked back into the kitchen and straight for Cici.

“Did you know they were coming in here today?” Lou asked accusingly.

“I didn’t know it was going to be today,” replied Cici with a smile “but she mentioned at the shower that she might come by and bring some friends with her.”

“Well you’ll be happy to know that she thinks our place is just precious” remarked Lou.

Cici just laughed as she finished making her sandwiches.  “You better get out there and take their order before she throws a precious fit for having to wait too long.”

Lou grabbed her order pad and walked out to the table where the group was seated.  There was no doubt in her mind that Will was the guy Angela had described at the shower.  He was good-looking enough, but there was something about him that put her off.  She couldn’t decide what it was, but she didn’t think she liked him.

“Have yall had a chance to decide or do you need another minute?” asked Lou.

Angela began ordering without even consulting the other guests, “I’ll have the chicken salad sandwich.  Do you put nuts in your chicken salad?”

“Nope, there’s no nuts” replied Lou.

“Cause I’m allergic to nuts.  If I have even a piece of one I’ll blow up like a balloon.”

The thought of Angela swollen beyond recognition made Lou laugh out loud.

Clearly offended Angela snapped, “It’s a very serious condition!”

“I wasn’t laughing at that.” Lou said trying to recover. “There aren’t any nuts in it…you’ll be fine.”

“I think I’ll try the grilled cheese” said Catherine.

“And for you?” Lou said to Will.

“I’d like the BLT” Will replied in his dry demeanor, “no lettuce and no tomato.”

“So you just want a bacon sandwich?” Lou asked with a perplexed look on her face.

He just looked at her. 

“Ok….I’ll bring this out in just a little bit!”  Lou walked away happy to be done with that.  She hoped Cici would offer to take their food out so she could avoid anymore contact with them.

The group ate and was gone soon enough.  Lou had waved good-bye from the kitchen.  She was genuinely busy serving the rest of the lunch crowd and she hoped Angela wouldn’t go around telling people she was rude or even worse that their food was bad.  As much as she hated to admit it people listened when Angela talked.  She should have been nicer…for the restaurants sake.  But it was too late now and she hardly had time to worry about it.  There was a line of people out the door waiting to be seated. 

randomNovember 17, 2008 12:32 pm

There’s a nice mental picture for ya!  Here’s a bunch of useless information about my weekend… 

I went shopping for jeans on Saturday.  This activity is on my list of things I hate with a passion.  I can never find a pair that fits right.  The shorts are too short and the regulars are too long.  It’s a crap shoot cause I know they’re going to shrink some when I wash them.  So the trick is trying to guess how much they’re going to draw-up and then try to compensate accordingly.  Turns out I’m not a very good guesser…which leaves me with several pairs of jeans that I’m not going to wear unless I have nothing else clean.  I wish I could think of something crafty to do with those so they don’t just sit in my closet.  Any ideas?     

Georgia, could you stress me out anymore?!  I don’t know why I let myself get so worked up about things that have absolutely nothing to do with me, but I do.  I tried to take a nap during the second half and act like I didn’t care about the game.  That lasted all of 5 minutes.  And when I opened my eyes we had just scored and I was pissed that I’d missed it.  gah!  

I feel the need to clarify something about Lou Ella.  Mainly that she’s not me.  I know we have a lot of similarities, but she’s really not me.  And yall aren’t Layla or Cici or anybody else.  And I promise yall aren’t Angela….but yall are really paranoid:)  

The guy that spoke at church yesterday was so good.  I don’t even remember his name…I’m a genius.  He’s been a missionary to the Muslim world for something like 20 years.  Before that he was a cop in Washington D.C.  Talk about someone with some good stories.  I didn’t want him to stop talking.

What about a for sale sign makes people think they can come look in your windows?  Just because I’m selling my house doesn’t mean that I don’t still LIVE HERE!  Yesterday some people started walking around my house and looking in every open window they could find.  And this isn’t the first time that’s happened.  One time the people rang the door bell and when I opened the door they were like "Oh we’re sorry.  We didn’t think anyone lived here."  Then why the hey did you ring the door bell?!  

I just realized that there’s a lot of aggresion in this post.  Sorry:)  Does that smiley face make it better?

readingNovember 16, 2008 11:13 pm

is…a dull, stupid state of existence"

-William Law
 
dang it.  
readingNovember 13, 2008 10:31 pm

This is only slightly based on my life:) 

Chapter One: 

She walked into the house and felt every eye in the room on her.  It was like a scene from a movie where the music stops and everyone abruptly turns and looks at you.  Except there was no music playing…and it wasn’t so much of an abrupt look as it was a sideways glance.  Ok, so maybe no one even noticed her entrance, but it felt like they did.  Lou Ella quickly scanned the room until she spotted her friends and then made a b-line for them.  She was not an old black woman as her name might suggest, but a 25 year old white girl from Georgia who, as the story goes, was named after a rich Aunt who didn’t leave ‘em the farm after all. 

“Lou!” shouted Cici from across the room.  “Where’ve you been?!  We thought you were gonna bail on us.” 

“No”, replied Lou Ella “I just got a little lost”. 

She hadn’t gotten lost, but no one would doubt her story.  She was known for having a bad sense of direction and she wasn’t about to tell even her closest friends that she had sat in her car down the street for 15 minutes working up the courage to come in.  Lou was apart of what she liked to refer to as a dying breed.  She was over 20 years old and hadn’t managed to get herself married off or knocked up.  As a matter of fact, she was no where near walking down the isle.  She had worked in a big skyscraper in Atlanta for a while and didn’t feel so much like a member of the afore mentioned breed then.  But since coming home to the small town where she had grown up she quickly realized that she was indeed…different.  And here she was at yet another wedding shower where she would have to hear the whispers of all the married people she had gone to school with as they speculated on the reason for her not being married yet.  Truth be told she could handle the whispers.  It was the brave ones she hated.  They just had to come up and ask when her “lucky” day was or reassure her that she was next or throw-out the ever-popular “it’ll happen when you least expect it”.  To which she would fake her best smile trying with all her might to keep the eat crap look underneath from showing through.  Judging from the way they usually walked off she didn’t think she was doing a very good job of that.  At least she had a group of people she felt completely comfortable around.  She had known Cici and Layla for as long as she could remember.  They were both married but Lou had known their husbands, Brad and Jack respectively, for just as long.  She never felt like an outsider with them…even if she was always the fifth wheel.

“You didn’t drive all the way to South Carolina again did you?” said Brad.

“No, I kept it in the state this time.  How long have yall been here?”

“Not long”, said Layla “you haven’t missed anything”.

Then they all noticed something at the same time.  Everyone froze trying to decide what to do.  They all scattered.  The guys got away while the girls just bumped into each other.  By the time they regained composure it was too late.  Angela Decker was upon them. 

“Heeeeyyyy yall!” shouted Angela. 

They all three chimed in with feigned enthusiasm, “Hey Angela.”

“How are yall?!” Angela exclaimed.  “It has been way too long”.

“Didn’t we just see you at Brett’s wedding last month?” remarked Lou.  Layla shot her a glare to plead with her to be nice.  Lou picked up on it and quickly recovered with “but you’re right…it has been too long.”

“I guess I did see yall at the wedding…that thing was a disaster right from the start wasn’t it?  And that dress…good night!”

Lou just stared at Angela as she put in her two cents about everyone in the room.  She nodded every now and again to act like she was listening.  Right behind Angela’s head she saw a group of people walk in the door.  A couple of guys and a few girls.  She didn’t recognize any of them and assumed they were friends of the future bride…who wasn’t from around there.  Suffering from the plague of the dying breed she had to take inventory of every guy in the room.  It was unintentional and something she stopped fighting a long time ago.  Both of the strangers that had just walked in were good looking.  One was tall and had dark hair.  The other a little shorter with blonde hair.  She couldn’t tell from across the room if they had wedding rings on, but she was sure they were either married to or dating one of the girls in the group they had walked in with.  Just as she was about to look away she made eye contact with the dark headed one.  He smiled and she was so surprised that he had noticed her she didn’t even hear Angela say her name. 

“Lou Ella!” Layla said as she elbowed her.

“What?  I’m sorry Angela…I thought I saw someone I knew over there.”

“You know everyone in the room” Angela pointed out.  “Anyway, I was saying that I met this great guy the other day!”

Here it comes Lou thought to herself. 

Angela went on to describe this man in his entire splendor.  Apparently he was the brother of someone she knew and Angela made him sound like a Greek god.

Lou had been set up more times than she cared to recall.  Most people were under the impression that she should be more than happy to go out with anything that was male and breathing.  She had told herself that she wasn’t going to go on anymore blind dates, but try as she might she just couldn’t tell people no.  And at this point she was just ready to get rid of Angela Decker.  And she could tell by the looks on their faces that Cici and Layla were ready to see her go as well.  So when Angela volunteered to be the matchmaker Lou regretfully said yes. 

As soon as Angela was gone Lou looked around the room for the dark headed man who had smiled at her, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Expecting someone” asked Jack as he and Brad made their way back over to the girls. 

“No.” Lou mumbled to herself.

“Thanks for running off and leaving us here with Angela by ourselves.”  Layla said to her husband.

“Hey, when the town gossip is headed your way it’s every man for himself.” replied Jack. 

“Are we staying at this thing for much longer?  If we are I need another drink.” said Brad.

“I’ll go get you one.” said Lou.  She grabbed his glass and headed for the kitchen.  She could use a drink herself.

When Lou walked into the kitchen she was grateful to find it empty.  Finally a second to relax.  She made Brad another drink and was pouring herself one when she heard “rough day?”  She turned around and saw the dark headed man standing in front of her. 

“What was that?” she managed to get out.

“Well judging by the two drinks you just poured I thought maybe you were having a rough day.”  He replied.

“Oh, no…these aren’t both for me.  Somebody would have to carry me to the car if I drank both of these.” she said as she laughed nervously. 

“Is that an invitation?” He said with a smile as he walked out of the kitchen.

Lou was surprised at what an effect he had on her.  She could feel herself still blushing, but she forced any hopeful thoughts out of her head, grabbed the drinks and headed back to her friends. 

As she got closer to the group she realized that the dark headed man and the group he entered with were talking to her friends.  She briefly thought about turning around and going back to the kitchen, but it was too late.  Cici saw her.

“Lou!  Come over here and meet our new friends!” called Cici. 

Lou walked over and handed Brad his drink as Cici introduced everyone.  The girls were Caroline, Mandy, Lindsey and Katie.  She shook hands with all of them trying not to look over at the dark headed man.  Then Cici began introducing the guys.  Keith was the blonde headed one and Mark was the infamous dark headed one.  She shook their hands as well withdrawing her hand from Mark’s grip as quickly as possible.  Lou had been right about them being friends of the bride.  Cici explained that they had all gone to college together.  Cici was cut off in her explanation by the host of the shower announcing that the happy couple were about to start opening presents.  Everyone made their way into the living room and gathered around the couple to watch.  All Lou could think about was how they were never going to be able to sneak out early now.  It would cause a scene and everyone would notice.  She was too busy making another plan of escape to notice that Mark had made his way over to stand right beside her.  She wasn’t even aware of his presence until he lightly put his hand on her back and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.  She was so startled that she turned suddenly and accidentally elbowed him in the stomach.  All the commotion made everyone in the room give them the evil eye.  Lou covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.  When she regained her composure she leaned over to him. 

“I’m so sorry” she whispered.  She was mortified.  She’d never been good at first impressions, but she’d outdone herself this time.

“Don’t worry about it.  But you might have to carry me out to the car now” he whispered back. 

They spent the rest of the time talking instead of watching the couple open their presents.  Every once in a while someone would give them a look as if to say, be quiet, but she didn’t care.  She had seen a million couples open a million presents and Mark was far more interesting than them all.    

thinking, singleness:)November 12, 2008 10:22 pm

I just got done yelling at the TV….and, no, there wasn’t a football game on.  Somehow I started watching the atrocity that is known as The Pickup Artist.  Has anyone else seen this show?  According to the website this show is a "tale of transformation".  It goes on to explain that "desperate times call for desperate measures.  Enter Mystery, best-selling author and ultimate pickup artist-a former nerd from the Great White North who has discovered the secret to wooing women.  Under his tutelage, he’ll guide this group of hapless horndogs through the rough waters of romance and help them find the courage to overcome their biggest fear-talking to women."

Seriously?  Have you seen this guy?  Apparently his name is Mystery and apparently he really knows how to woo women.

Ummm…ok.  I mean I’m not trying to completely bag on the guy and I must confess I only watched about 10 minutes of the show.  I’m sure he’s really a lovely person, but I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.  On next week’s episode the guys are given an assignment to make out with a girl they meet in a club.  Direct quote from one of the guys…"I feel like I’m finally entering manhood."

Set your tivos…and say a prayer for us TSGs.  If this is who the single guys of the world are taking pointers from we’re all up a crap creek.      

singleness:)November 11, 2008 5:30 pm

Let’s not.  One of my TSG friends got set-up recently and ended up meeting the guy for coffee.  I myself have experienced this particular form of blind date several times.  The following are my top 3 reasons why I don’t want to meet a blind date for coffee.

1.  I don’t like coffee.  Therefore, it stresses me out standing in line trying to figure out something to order that won’t make me hurl on my potential future husband. 

2.  There’s nothing to do, but drink coffee.  I know that seems obvious…and if you’re meeting a friend then it’s perfect because you can focus on talking to each other.  But if you’re meeting a complete stranger with only the little bit of vague information that the seter-uper has given you to make conversation off of…trust me you need more to do than just drink coffee.  I realize to some dinner seems like a bigger time commitment than coffee.  However, in my opinion, the longer time requirement is worth the lull insurance that it gives you.  Let’s set the stage shall we….
Blind date:  Blah, blah, blah?
Morgan: Blah, blah, blah, blah…
Enter lull numero uno. If we are at dinner I have several options.  I can take a bite of food…assuming I’ve used my honed TSG skills and ordered something that I can eat without making an ace out of myself.  Or I could take a sip of coke.  I could chew my food.  I could wipe my mouth with my napkin.  And if the lull persists I can always take another bite of food.  This gives me enough ammo to make it through several lulls. 

Now let’s pick up that scene in the coffee shop…
Blind date:  Blah, blah, blah?
Morgan: Blah, blah, blah, blah…
Enter lull numero uno.  At this point I only have one option….take a sip of my coffee.  And that coffee’s only gonna last so long (remember I had to get a small cause I don’t like coffee) so you better hope this guy is feelin’ chatty.  

3.  There’s not a natural end to the date.  You could potentially sit there talking all night long….which could be good or bad.  If you’re at dinner the date is over when the meal is over.  If you want to hang out more then you go get coffee.  If not…you’re done.  With coffee you both have to sit there until someone finally gets up the nerve to say "Well, you bout ready to go?"  You can’t see inside the person’s cup so you have no idea when they’re done with their coffee and you don’t want to be a jerk and shut the date down 30 minutes after you get there.  I’m telling you there is no good way to end the coffee blind date.

In case you’re wondering there’s no point to this post.  Just thought I would share my wealth of wisdom in the area of blind dates.  Now go forth and date.   

And don’t forget to get your shoes! :)        

friends, familyNovember 10, 2008 10:09 am

Today marks the launch of a campaign that I’m really excited to be apart of!  And since last time I asked yall for shoes you responded far beyond what I could’ve ever imagined, I thought yall might be interested in this.  

The goal: 50,000 pairs of shoes in 50 days.  Five dollars buys TWO pairs of shoes!  And it takes less than five minutes to purchase them. 

Your role: Go to the website http://www.50000shoes.com/ and donate as many shoes as you like.  Then spread the word!  Blog about it, use facebook, use twitter…any social media that you might be apart of. 

Nashville-based Soles4Souls will be facilitating the donations…something they have been doing for the past four years.  Since its inception, Soles4Souls has distributed more than 3.5 million pairs of shoes (or one pair every 23 seconds) to people in 61 countries including Honduras, Romania, Thailand and the Sudan.  

The 50,000 pairs in 50 days challenge is an effort to use the blogging world to accomplish something greater than just…blogging.  I don’t presume to think that all of us have five dollars to spare…especially with the way the economy is right now.  But in light of our recent conversation it seems like we’re all looking for a more meaningful way to spend our money this Christmas.  This is a way to do that. 

I just bought my shoes!  Go buy yours…and be sure to leave me a comment letting us know you got them!  I’ll allow you to toot your own horn just this once:)   

thinkingNovember 7, 2008 12:30 pm

I read this passage a while ago and have been thinking about it for the past month…I can’t even remember where I read it now.

Bringers of Good News Are Precious and Beautiful

First, preachers of the gospel – bringers of God’s good news – are so precious that we see even their soiled and bloody feet as beautiful. Beautiful feet are not soft, manicured, painted, well-tanned feet. Beautiful feet are like the dirty, worn, wrinkled, leathery, scarred feet from many miles of trekking into remote places with good news that could not be heard any other way. So the first point of quoting Isaiah 52:7 is this: bringers of good news are precious people – people of whom the world is not worthy – beautiful for their worn out bodies in the service of king Jesus. Paul Brand, the medical missionary to India, said that his missionary mother took all the mirrors out of her house when he told her at about age 70 she had aged; and for the last 20 years of her missionary life (into her nineties) she never had a mirror in the house in the mountains of India. When she died villages gathered from all through the mountains to bury a beautiful woman.

That last part really stood out to me.  My first reaction was "I could never do that!  How would I pluck my eyebrows?!":)  But then I started to think about how messed up my idea of beauty is.  I guess I already knew that, but my efforts had been toward fighting my desire to be beautiful instead of correctly redefining what beauty is. 

I remember when I started to learn what beauty was (or what I thought it was).  All of a sudden I felt the need to wear make-up.  To get my hair done.  To wear "cute" clothes.  I even remember when I decided it was necessary to go buy a padded bra.  I’m sure I got the idea that these things were beautiful from a million different places, but I can’t in good conscience blame it on the media or modern culture.  Because the truth is I’m just as guilty of telling people that these things equal beauty….and that beauty equals worth.  How many times have I looked at someone and thought "what the hey are they wearing?" or "good grief look at that hair."

So my question is how do we teach our daughters…and ourselves…what beauty really is?  Do we forsake the braiding of our hair and the putting on of gold jewelry? Do we refuse to let our daughters wear make-up?  Pretty clothes?  What happens when they ask why Mommy gets to wear those things?  So do we refuse to wear make-up ourselves?  I’ll go ahead and say I do not want to do that.  I’d like to say that I can keep all the bells and whistles and still find my beauty and my identity in Christ.  And I’m not saying that’s impossible…I’m just saying it hasn’t happened like that for me.  I know who I am in Christ, but when that familiar desire to feel beautiful comes up again I don’t run to my Bible…I run to my closet.     

Redefining beauty is a nice theory, but I don’t know how to put into action.  I don’t know the answer to any of my questions.  I do know that I want to be beautiful.  I do know that all woman have that in common.  And I know that I don’t want my little girl to think that her beauty and worth comes from her face.  I want to teach her that beauty is a body worn out and completely spent in service to King Jesus.  Maybe the only way to teach her that is to be that kind of beautiful….I long to be that kind of beautiful.       

thinkingNovember 6, 2008 10:46 am

the political commentary you’ll get from me. 



 

He’s trying so hard!

randomNovember 5, 2008 11:14 am

I friggin hate ironing.  No matter how many times I go over you, shirt, you never let go of all your wrinkles. 

Sorry, I needed to get that off my chest.  Anyone else feel my pain on this or do I just have an exceptionally crappy iron? 

randomNovember 4, 2008 12:57 pm

I’m worthless at updating my links…I admit it!  So in an effort to try and spread the link love I’ve organized all of them in one place.  I’m not sure if I got everyone, though.  I read a ton of different blogs and I know not everyone likes to be linked.  So if I linked you and you don’t want to be linked OR if I didn’t link you and you DO want to be linked…leave a comment or send me an email and let me know. 

I mean it’s not like you’re gonna get a whole lotta traffic coming from my blog anyway, but my mom might come see you:)  

thinkingNovember 3, 2008 3:58 pm

I’ve been trying to figure out how to do this without coming off like a holier than thou a-hole.  Any ideas? Thoughts?


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