Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
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
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I wrote last week that my husband was taking me out Friday night. Well, Friday night turned out to be a really messy night and we had to alter our plans. We didn't get to go Downtown but he did take me to see Bride Wars at the Value Cinema. The tickets are only $2 and the movies are pretty new, we had a great time! Bride Wars was a great movie, even my husband liked it. After the movie, we went to a tavern called The Blind Pig. The make THE BEST hamburgers. Yum, Yum, Yum. Saturday, my church was hosting a viewing of Fireproof. I hadn't seen it before and was not looking forward to it. I'm so glad we went! It was a wonderful movie and it really got to my husband. Woo Hoo!
Sunday, we had a breakfast at church cooked by the youth. It was fabulous! Then my Wednesday night boys sang "Strong Tower" during the service. I was so proud of them. The congregation gave them a standing ovation! On the way out of the church it started sleeting really hard. You should have seen all the blue haired ladies trying to get out to their cars. The men were very chivalrous and walked them out with umbrellas, it was so very Southern Gentlemen like. We had to go to the grocery store after church and before we could get back out to the car it had started snowing. Did I mention, it SNOWED!
I know this has turned out to be a rather long post but please indulge me just one story further. Today would have been my Granddaddy's 92nd birthday. My grandaddy was a truly unique personality! One of my favorite stories about him took place when he was probably 13 or 14 years old. Grandaddy owned a car, yep he had a Ford Model A with an oogie horn at the age of 13. During the Depression he charged the boys in his town a dime a week for rides into town and back from work, but on the weekend my entrepreneurial Granddaddy charged them a quarter to take them to the "Cat House". He would sit in the kitchen with the cook while the older guys had their good time. I giggle every time I think about the stories people tell on him. My granddaddy's pet name for me was Meanie (I don't have a clue why ha ha). He died a couple of years ago and I miss him dearly, but I can honestly say he lived his life exactly the way he wanted to. Happy Birthday Granddaddy!
I hope you all have a very wonderful Tuesday!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Do you remember Valentine's Day when you were in school? When you are in Elementary school it is all so innocent. You just can't wait to go and buy your favorite cartoon character Valentine cards. When I was in school, Snoopy and Ziggy were big. You make your Valentine bag for your friends to put your Valentine's in and you give one out to everyone in class. It doesn't matter if you like them or not. I remember reading every single one I got over and over again. I just loved Valentine's Day! When you get to middle school, which for me was fifth grade, you start to have crushes and you hope and pray your crush will send you a Valentine. Sometimes they did and sometimes they didn't and Valentine's Day was not as much fun anymore. When I got to high school they had this horrible tradition of buying carnations for people of Valentine's Day. One of the clubs sold them and it was a contest to see how many carnations you got that day. If you happened to be dating somebody at the time, you really hoped that they would send you flowers to school. That was the ultimate, to be called to the office to pick up the bouquet your boyfriend sent. I never really had a boyfriend during Valentine's Day. I don't know why, I guess my timing was just off. One Valentine's Day, however, I had a secret admirer! A For Real Secret Admirer! He sent me a dozen red roses, a teddy bear, and a balloon. To top it all off, there was a note attached that said, "I Love You," and was signed, "Your Secret Admirer." I was floored! I still remember it like it was yesterday. Unfortunately, my Secret Admirer was a very good friend of mine that had developed a crush on me. I had absolutely no romantic feelings for him, but it was the sweetest thing! My most memorable Valentine's Day came when I was dating my husband. We had been dating for several months but still had not said the "L" word. He walked in my apartment with a bouquet of red roses, three balloons, and a little box. The balloons said "I Love You" and there was a gold heart pendant in the box. He took me out to eat and I spent the whole evening wondering if he was going to say the "L" word. He finally said, "You know, I meant what the balloon said." I had to control myself from laughing out loud, it was so cute and innocent and he was so shy. I will never forget that for as long as I live! I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day and remember that chocolate is good for the soul!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I literally feel like a new woman. Oh, and my crazy funky purple toes have been caused by blood pressure medicine. Who would of thought?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
My sweet baby boy turns 7 on Sunday. It is so hard to believe that it has been 7 years since the day he was born. My little girl was so excited when she found out that she was going to get a baby brother, until he actually arrived. She was not happy with him or me. E went to pre-school the next Monday told everyone, "Momma had a baby and now she's in jail." I have no idea where that came from. R's birth compared to E's was a breeze. R was a scheduled c-section and I got to pick the day. The only real surprise was his size. They measured his head a week before delivery and the doctor predicted that he would weigh about 14 lbs.! (no kidding) When he was born he only weighed 7lb.6oz. but had the biggest head you have ever seen! I do not exaggerate when I say that he looked like a bobble head doll. Poor baby, it took him 6 years to grow into his head. Big sister finally forgave me for having baby brother and they get along wonderfully (except for the occasional knock-down-drag-out). God has blessed me with two wonderful children and I pray that they will live long, happy lives for the Lord. I hope you all have a very wonderful weekend and remember that birthday cake is good for the soul!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
This picture is of my daughter E. She is sitting in a hum-v (that is probably not correct) that the Army National Guard brought out for our September 11 Remembrance Ceremony in 2008.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I'm being completely random now (just a friendly warning that I'm jumping tracks). My digital camera is not working well. I think my rechargeable batteries are recharged out. Anyway, I have not been able to post the pictures of my cute little finds nor do I have a recent picture of myself posted. The one on here now is from September. So stay tuned, I plan on changing the batteries tonight. At any rate I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the day, and remember to keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you're up to! :)
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
1. I have actually wet my pants from laughing as an adult.
2. I giggle when people cuss.
3. I love Willy Nelson, Bon Jovi, Beyonce, and Taylor Swift.
4. I have blown Sprite out of my nose laughing, also as an adult. Here is the short version of the story. I was sitting at lunch beside one of my students and somehow we got on the subject of "Jack and the Beanstalk". I said, "Fee fi fo fum," and the kid beside me finishes it with, "I smell the butt of an Englishman." The Sprite then spewed.
5. I like brownies and barbecue sauce.
6. I inadvertently say inappropriate things. Such as, at choir practice one night, I was asked if I minded singing with the sopranos instead of the altos to which I replied, "No, I'm easy."
7. I'm a shopaholic.
8. I love spicy food. The hotter the better.
9. I love to play Mario Kart and Guitar Hero on the Wii.
10. I love big men. Over 6 foot and over 200 pounds usually. My husband is 6'3" 240 lbs. and I am 5'2" 128 lbs.