Thursday, April 30, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOO!


I would like to wish my Baby Girl E a VERY HAPPY 11th BIRTHDAY! I still can't believe she is 11, or for that matter that I am old enough to have an 11 year old. Time sure does fly! But today is Woo's birthday and I get a little nostalgic when I think about the day she was born. I was 24 and my husband was 28, we had been married for 2 years. I went into labor in the wee hours of the morning on April 29 (that's right the 29th). Erin was finally born by C-section at 10 am April 30th and weighed 9lbs. 1 1/2 oz. and was 23 1/2 inches long. She was a BIG BABY!


She is now 11, and quite hilarious. She has a rather dry sense of humor and is a huge tomboy. She is a phenomenal ball player, and is a very good big sister. I am so proud of her and consider her and her brother as my two greatest accomplishments.
Her favorite movie is Nacho Libre and here she is making her best Nacho face. (There is never a dull moment at our house!)
So Happy Birthday, Woo, I love you!





Monday, April 27, 2009

HELP!!!!!

Happy Monday all!

I am in desperate need!

I am the music director at my church and I am currently without a church pianist. If you know anyone in the Athens area that would be interested please message me. I've been looking now for over a month and have only hit dead ends.

To give you a little info: It is a small Baptist church right on the outskirts of Athens. The pianist will need to be at church Sunday morning and Sunday night and it pays $111.00 a week (strange amount-long story). It is a great church with very loving people and both of the previous pianists that I have worked with only left because they moved away.

Thanks for reading this post and for any responses. I'll be back later with a real post. See ya!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Lizards, Snakes, and Gators, Oh My!






















On Thursday, I took my class to South Georgia to the Okefenokee Swamp and on Friday we went to the Georgia Agrirama in Tifton. We had an absolute ball! We took the train ride and boat ride at the Okefenokee and went to the nature show. We saw some huge alligators at the swamp! In case you didn't know, they roam free all over and don't pay any attention to the people. We went on to Tifton after the swamp and spent the night then went to the Agrirama on Friday. The Agrirama is one of my all-time favorite places and I was thrilled to be able to take my class and be their tour guide for the trip. The Agrirama is a living history museum. It is literally a town right out of the 1890's complete with Grist Mill (working), doctor's office, pharmacy, church, school, several homes and farms, and a ton more. I've put up a few pictures of both the Okefenokee and the Agrirama. By the way, those are actually alligators, roaming free, and close enough to bite your hand off.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Happy Birthday, Nisey!!!


Today is my big sister's birthday. She's only 20 months older than me but I tease her a lot about getting old. Here name is not Nisey either, it is Denise, but of course we call her Nisey. I even taught my children to call her Aunt Nisey when they were little bitty and they still call her that. I love my sisters and Nisey and I were especially close being so close in age. My mom has tons of pictures of us in matching outfits that she, of course, made herself. I wish I had some to share but, alas, I do not.


Even though I'm the younger one, I tormented her. She was insanely OCD about her bedroom and I just loved to mess it up any chance I got. One of my favorite games was to lay across her bed and wrinkle the covers. She hated that! She would always grab me by the feet and drag me off the bed and out the door. It was great fun! One day, I got the bright idea that when she grabbed my feet, I would grab all the covers and sheets and pull them off the bed with me. So, of course, when I laid across the bed she took hold of my feet and commenced to pulling. I grabbed a huge wad of bedspread and sheets and she drug me and the bed clothes right out her door. She pitched a fit, and I laughed so hard! Those were the days!


Anyway, we've grown up and I don't torment her so much anymore, except with frogs (she's insanely afraid of frogs, especially rain frogs).


So Nisey I wish you a very Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

An Unexpected Blessing

I received this in an email this morning. It truly moved me and I wanted to share. Be sure to read the whole story because the last line is awesome. I think it just may become my new mantra.

For those of you who do not know Beth Moore, she is an outstanding Bible teacher, writer of Bible studies, and is a married mother of two daughters. This is one of her experiences: April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.
Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons, not the least of which is your ego. I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man. I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera
on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep
from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair
only a few seats from me. All the while, my heart was growing more and more
overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now.Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please,Lord!' There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard it...'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.' The words were so clear, my heart leaped into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life.What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man.' Again, as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.' I looked up at God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?' God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?' He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?' 'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?' To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.' At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place
darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar
than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat,
I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you
really want to.' Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush.' 'I have one in my bag,' he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed
and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's.His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.I slipped the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knee and said, 'Sir, do you know my Jesus?'He said, 'Yes, I do' Well, that figures, I thought. He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride.' Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that?What made you do that?' I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!' And we got to share. I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted,you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual.Tell Him your need! I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way... all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.Please share this wonderful story.

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Depression Is So Depressing!

Ok, so if you haven't noticed, I have been MIA for about a month now. Well, the truth is I have been battling depression. No fun! I was diagnosed Oct. of '07 and have been doing very well until recently. About a month ago, I felt myself slipping back into the "dark place". I was busy and just blamed it on stress. I knew something was very wrong about 2 weeks ago and had waited too long to catch it before it got bad. I literally have never felt that awful in my life! My wonderful husband has been so understanding and patient as well as my friends and family, but poor hubby has taken the brunt of it. I was literally crying on his shoulder for hours every night. The cloud has lifted and my new meds are taking effect. Hallelujah! I won't lie, it was rough! Rough! I pray that I never go through that again.

So, on to happier things! Thanks to Amanda from The Sweet Life for the blog award she gave me last month. I promise I will get it up and posted!

Also, thanks to my little sister over at The Pink Chick for coming over yesterday and turning my Crappy Easter into a Happy Easter!

I have to tell ya'll a funny thing that happened at Lowe's in Athens the other day. To give you some background, my husband is only 4 years older than me, but has grayed early and has thinning hair so he looks a little older than he really is. Anyway, he has been building a step-down addition to our deck (he is very handy) and we have made several trips to pick up supplies at Lowe's. We always check out back in the lumber department and have gotten the same cashier guy several visits in a row. Well, we were checking out last week and the cashier dude looks at me and then at my husband and proceeds to tell him, "Your oldest daughter is really pretty." I thought I was going to pee on myself. Hubby just looked at him and said in a very low, irritated voice, "She's not quite my daughter." Poor thing, the little cashier dude turned four shades of red! It was a great self-esteem booster for me.

I hope you all had a very Happy Easter and hope that your Monday was great too!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Happy, Happy Birthday ,Baby!


Happy Birthday, Honey. My hubby turns 39 today. Aww!
I know he looks a little bit older than 39 (he started graying at 12, no kidding).
His family didn't really make a big deal out of birthdays while he was growing up, but I, on the other hand, grew up in a family that makes a very big deal out of every one's birthday. I always try and make a big deal out of his because I feel like he missed out. I can't resist doing his birthday up big even if I'm mad at him. I think it is sad when people don't get fussed over on their big day. He claims that he hates the attention, but he really gets emotional and doesn't like for anyone to see. He's really a big softy whether he wants to admit it or not. He actually gets teary eyed when we sing "Happy Birthday." So, to my Big Ole Softy, I wish a Big Ole Happy Birthday!
I hope everyone has a great Monday!