Story time with Debby

Sweet, Sweet Blessings

2011-11-28T14:21:00.000-05:00

I lost my job on Monday -- it's a business decision and not based on my work. It'll be ok. In the midst there have been plenty of mixed blessings: I had all of my Christmas shopping completed. I only have to get 1 allergy shot vs. 4 per month - I can afford that. Our show opens in 2 weeks - I now have time to work on items for the show. (Buy your tickets now - Dec 9-11 - www.chapelgate.org/iawl - no pressure!)

The biggest blessing is time to go thru my storage unit to get rid of things. This is so hard! I have already gone thru 22 boxes of books and am getting rid of at least 10. That's big for Debby!!

Today I was going thru a box of letters and cards I have kept over the years. And they make me cry just thinking about them. There are letters from my dad. There are letters from my brothers. There are letters from my mom. And they just make me cry. Seeing in writing that my dad was proud of me -- tears, even now. Seeing fun letters from my brother wondering why I would mail his letter in the same envelope with my mom's in hopes that she wouldn't read his letter. Silly Debby. Letters from my parents in the midst of a job loss for my dad and their constant faith and trust in our Living active God. Letters from another brother wondering where God will send him as he is looking to be a missionary. Sweet, sweet letters.

My mom loves to skype so she can see what I look like. (I told her to hold up and move around my most recent picture to get the same effect - doesn't work as well!) At the end of our conversation, she said, "Debby, I'm praying that God directs you in the means where you should go and that you get a great job... let's pray right now." Sweet, sweet blessings.

On thanksgiving, one brother called to let me know that my 2 year old niece has been praying for me in my job loss. That morning they had been reading the story about Jesus healing blind Bartimaeus. The little one said, "Jesus help Bartimaeus, Jesus help Aunt Debby!" Sweet, sweet moments.

What blessings in the midst of struggle to be reminded that God is in the midst, is at work, and loves his people - for they are his.

Living Right Now

2011-11-18T21:38:00.003-05:00

I know, I know, it's quite expected that I'd be keeping track of the Tim Tebow saga going on in Denver. Even though I'm a Gator fan and he may have graduated with my same exact major (bonded, I'm sure!), there are more than those reasons the whole situation has me intrigued. That which fascinates me the most is his desire to just try it out. He wants to do it his way, yet people just can't seem to be okay with it. And that part I get.

My mother calls me her bohemian flower child. I go where the wind takes me and really just let life happen. My life choices are not exactly what society would have expected. And, for the most part, I'm okay with that. But, I can't really seem to live in the moment. My "going where the wind takes me" mentality is partially to let life happen with the potential for something to hit right around the corner. I don't really like to take chances; I just don't think I have what it takes. But, I'm a sassy, bright, colorful woman who likes people but definitely needs down time. And being all of those makes me a bit unconventional - and sometimes I don't think it's good enough. And I don't like that.

Tim Tebow is unconventional. People don't always like it. They don't like how he throws, they don't like how he slips out of the pocket, they don't like how he risks his own body for a touchdown. And they really don't like how he lives ... with a purpose, with a focus, with a sense of calling. With that calling he lives with a clarity of who he is. He doesn't waver. And all he's asking for is a chance, even if no one likes it.

A pastor friend and I were talking a few months ago about how he doesn't quite fit into the picture of what the congregation feels he should be. His leadership is off, his presentation is quirky, his focus seems too driven. But, that's who he is, and God placed him there for a purpose. He is there to fulfill God's calling on his life, to complete the work that God has placed before him, no matter how long it takes, even if no one likes it.

I know a lot of high schoolers who are going to college soon, auditioning for programs this month, and are basically losing their minds in the weight that burdens their shoulders. And to each of them, I leave this message...

You are who God made you to be: creative, bookish, a thinker, a talker, a singer, an artist, math wizard, science investigator, gentle spirit, a feisty one, a parser, a patcher, a tender heart, a brave soul - some of all or just a touch of a few ... you are exactly as you were meant to be. And, you are right where God wanted you to be right now. Your job today is to live this life. You aren't making your life plans, you're living them. For the future that is in front of you is in the hands of a great, good, gracious God who knows your heart. He knows the fears, he knows the haters, he knows the amount of terror that sets in your soul. He knows. And he continues to love and hold you. So, Live. Right. Now.

When talking with my pastor friend the message was the same, people might not get it, they might not like it, you might not like it, but God put you there for a purpose. Live that purpose and do God's work. There's really no need to figure it all out, God has that down too. You just do what you're called to do and live it. Live it large.

That's what really intrigues me about Tim Tebow - he just wants a shot to use who he is in this moment. And he's living it. He is living right now. I don't know about you, but I want to live right now.

The future is already determined. What have we got to lose?

Joy, Joy, Joy

2011-08-08T07:27:00.000-04:00

The joy of the Lord is my strength
The joy of the Lord is my strength
The joy of the Lord is my strength
The jo-oy of the Lo-rd is my strength

You remember that song don't you?

I think when I was a little one, the concept was a little skewed. Something like - you gotta have joy all the time. And that joy is only from the Lord. Well, talk about one messed up girl when I got sad, or depressed, or frustrated. And then what if I was too happy!? Well, then it's not just the Lord at work over there.

As we were talking about abiding with Jesus from John 15 yesterday at church, I was struck by that one verse .... "I have told you these things so that you will be filled with my joy. Yes, your joy will overflow!" How is my joy overflowing when I'm hearing about being pruned back or disciplined? How am I to be filled with joy when I'm told to abide with Jesus even though I just can't do it all the time!?

Sounds just like the Israelites in Nehemiah, doesn't it? They had come back to Jerusalem, started to rebuild and they began to recount all God had done. Nehemiah began reading the covenant laws of God. And they started to wail. They had royally screwed it up. They hadn't followed, they hadn't obeyed, they had turned their backs on a loving, gracious, merciful, just God.

They acted like we act.

Yet, Nehemiah calls to them, "Don't be dejected and sad, for the joy of the Lord is your strength!"

It's not their joy. It's not their doing. It's not a perpetual happiness. It's not even their emotion. It's all God's. He has joy over us. He knows our name - joy. He remembers his promises for us - joy. He remains faithful even when we are faithless - joy. His joy over us which causes him to sing, sing, sing for you and me -- that is our strength.

The reality of his joy because of his work for his child in his timing with his Son and Spirit - that joy is our strength. Our strength when we don't want to (and just can't) love well. Our strength when we can't get up to face another day with that job. Our strength when our spouse, loved one, roommate, friend, brother, whomever is knocking us down so much that we just want to scream. The joy that God has for you and me is the strengthening factor with helps to know that we are loved by more than our circumstances and more than our possessions and more than our marketing value.

We, as Christ followers, are what causes the Creator of the universe to sing.

That's strengthening.

PROVE IT!!!

2011-07-21T07:11:00.000-04:00

editor's note: My adventuring days are at a end it seems. I'm working, rehearsing for productions and trying to stay slightly sane. However, my ability to go off and find new things is limited. And honestly, that kept me from blogging. What adventures do I have to write about? My last trip to the copier? Not too fun. So, the blog has officially changed -- to "Story time with Debby." Kids these days love it, so we're sticking with it!

I love reality television. Especially when it's everyday people doing amazing things: So You Think You Can Dance, Amazing Race, Survivor, and newly added, Master Chef. Mainly because I refuse to watch the Bachelorette and nothing else is on during the summer months on a Monday at 9pm. But, I digress.

This Monday on Master Chef they had a challenge of which Jennifer won... I'll be honest, I came in late to the show on Monday, so I can't even tell you what dish she made to win, but it doesn't matter for the story. As her reward for the challenge she got to pick out what the special ingredient for the next task was to be. She was also given the opportunity to either stay and cook during the next challenge or to take a glass of champagne, be safe from elimination, and watch her fellow contestants battle it out.

After much deliberation, Jennifer decided to stay and cook again. That means that after winning the last challenge with a great dish, she was going to put herself in potential jeopardy with a soon to be created dish. She said she wanted to make sure she got into the top 10 by cooking and not by just sliding into the spot because she got a free ride.

Well, guess what happened? Her dish was crap. She was in the bottom three and almost left the show. The judges were so shocked at her. Why did she give up the free ride when she had it in the bag? Why did she feel she had to go and prove herself all over again? Her proof was already displayed. Instead of being ok with what was already presented on her behalf, she decided to do it all over again.

And I do that same thing every day. As a follower of Jesus, my status is already proven. I don't have to do more, I don't have to defend myself, I don't have to make sure my point is taken or my stance is accepted. In Jesus all is done. I'm acknowledged as good, my security is found in him, my worth is already established. But, everyday I try to make sure I've done just a little more to get ... acknowledgement, recognition, acceptance, status.

We all do it don't we? We all want to make sure we are proven when as Christ followers we already are.

So, go.

Take a drink of champagne and realize your worth is already established and made possible by Jesus.

Praying for Baby Georgia - today and beyond

2011-06-30T08:05:00.000-04:00

Rally Around Dying MTW Missionary Child

(COLUMBIA, SC) - June 30, 2011 - In December 2010, Georgia Goodwin, infant daughter of MTW Missionaries to England, Sam and Elizabeth Goodwin, was diagnosed with leukemia. Earlier this month, Georgia underwent a bone marrow transplant at the Medical University of South Carolina in Charleston. This Tuesday, results from a blood test revealed that her diseased bone marrow with its several abnormalities was resistant to the pre-transplant chemo. Consequently, her transplanted bone marrow had no place to establish itself and thus engraftment did not happen. Additionally, her leukemia is now advancing rapidly.

Further chemotherapy options have been ruled out as they can only be started at a minimum of 100 days post-transplant. Georgia would not be able to survive the toxicity of these extremely aggressive medications. Doctors have concluded that, humanly speaking, there are no treatment options—proven or experimental—for her current condition.

Tomorrow, June 30th, Georgia will be released from her current doctors’ care upon which she will return home with her family to Columbia, South Carolina. An additional event is also scheduled for tomorrow as it relates to Georgia and her family: given the critical nature of her situation, Christians around the country are uniting for a day of prayer and fasting, asking the Lord to supernaturally intervene in Georgia’s life. This includes the staff of Mission to the World and some of the Goodwins’ supporting churches. The RTS family is encouraged to participate as well.

To learn more about Georgia, her family, and her journey through leukemia, visit www.caringbridge.org/visit/georgiasimigoodwin. The family may be reached care of Mission to the World.

The internet is back!

2011-02-26T16:11:00.000-05:00

Good afternoon, dear Readers,

Having gone for a long time (aka since my last blog post) without the internet at home, it's back. Amazing. And since I really can't blog at work - I know, trying to pretend I actually work there - we'll try again at blogging here at home.

And a brief update to the wonderful world of Debby -- maybe we need a blog name change! Will be thinking about it.

I am thinking about going back to school. And here's why: at the age of 35, I have at least 34 years until I could even think about retiring. Not that I'm the retiring type, but still. So, could I last at this job for 34 years? Doubtful. What else then? What would I like to pursue?

Now, this question really has never been one that has crossed my mind. What?! How can that be? Because I alway thought I'd be married with kids by now, and my career path would have been set ahead of me. But, alas, God has better plans and I'm holding onto that fact. Read previously posts, you'll get the picture. This whole time in Maryland, I believe, has been working me to this point -- to just let God do what he wants to do. And I'm willing to go along for the ride.

So, I'm going to try to go back to school for a doctorate in Psychology. Mind you, I'm currently taking the pre-req I missed at Florida. I still have to pass the GRE & Psych GRE. I still have to apply and be accepted. Then, if I get in, I won't start until Fall 2012. Then, I'd be in school for 5-6 years. Yeaaaa.

In the meantime, I'm still working. I'm in another production with our theatrical troupe ... May 6-8 Smokey Joe's Cafe - come see it! Young ones in my family are getting married. Trips are upcoming. And I've been hired at my church to be the Director of Hospitality (Part time for fun stuff - why not!?) Of which we are having a training class tomorrow so I should prepare. It should be an interesting year.

I hope you can see God working in my heart. To let him move and do as he chooses. For me to actually believe it. And to stop trying so hard. And to just get to living. I am bummed as my adventures are not as prevelant -- I don't have Friday's off anymore. But, will do what I can to provide you with aspects of the Debby World (please say that as you might hollar out "OUTDOOR WORLD!!!!!")

Oh, and some really cool books I've recently read:
The Help - I know, I'm behind, but it's good.
America, America - Ethan Canin - beautiful
Cutting for Stone - Abraham Verghese - I can't say enough about this book. So, so good.
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks - awesome non-fiction - Rebecca Skloot

Now reading Little Bee by Chris Cleve - will keep you posted.

With that I bid you farewell.

and glasses are back

2010-11-06T20:27:00.000-04:00

In 2007 I had lasik eye surgery. I was certain that I was done with glasses and it was good thing as in the middle of the night I had to put my clock about 1/2 inch from my eyes.

But, on Tuesday I heard new news. I had been experiencing horrid headaches, episodes of wooziness, and stuggles with my night time driving. I headed to the doctors to make sure it wasn't a tumor ... I can hear Ahnold now ... every body together, "It's not a tumor...."

And it wasn't. It's my ability to shift from long to short vision distances quickly. And it's some elevated levels of fluid in my ears. And it's the strain on my eyes.

As my doctor said, "when we get older we have to get glasses to help us see in short distances." Are you kidding me? So, the day before my 35th birthday, guess who got to go to the grocery store to purchase reading glasses for my computer work.

Back to glasses we go, and realizing that I could actually now purchase glasses for under $200. Bonus?

Are you happy?!?

2010-10-17T22:53:00.001-04:00

That's the question I got at church this morning. "Are you happy?" right after my new favorite answer to, "How are you?"

"I'm upright, moving, with clothes on -- things are going pretty well!"

My answer wasn't good enough. "No, no, I mean in your job? How is it? Are you happy now?"

Am I happy now? Well, I go to work, I work, I get paid, and I try my best. I'm doing all right.

"Well, do you think this job is part of God's will for you?"

Wait for it -- my head exploded. "I don't believe any of God's children can ever be out of God's will for their life, so yes, I believe this job is part of God's will for me. A long term career, not really sure about that. But it's where God has called me to at this point in my life. So, yes, I think it's part of God's will for my life."

"I suppose, but I really think his will for us is to be happy."

WHAT?!?!? "I find that he wants us to be content not really happy. And ps. your logic doesn't make any sense." (I did mention the logic thing.)

And here's my favorite part: "Well, if you're not happy then you're just miserable."

Can we take a moment to breathe thru the frustration? Ok, we can continue. "I'm sorry, but unhappy doesn't equal miserable."

"Ok, but that's not the way I see it."

With that I grabbed another half donut and went to Sunday School. And vowed to pray for my pastor more.

As I've been pondering this post, I realize I should give some history. My mom had these same statements for us while growing up. When I heard them again my brain started reeling.

And I should have pointed my friend at church to the cross: God's will for us is to realize our need of him and that he provides a way to know him thru Jesus. That need exists at the start, middle and end of our relationship with Jesus. In the frustration, confusion, uncertainty, excitement, pain, sorrow, and all other things that might make us question God's involvement in our lives.

It's true - I don't think we can ever be out of God's will as a Christ follower. Could it seem as though we are? Sure. But then we must see the whole picture as God does, and we realize we are right where He wants us to be. That's good news.

Next week, asking God to show up -- isn't he always showing up? And aren't our eyes often closed that we miss him?

Or am I just ....

2010-09-11T08:21:00.000-04:00

I think this has been a life long struggle --- trying to be connected to many people.

We all know I'm a bit of a Facebook junkie. Not in the games department, but in the posting area. Some of my friends post witty questions. Others post these inward examining quotes. Another proclaims their love for electric gardening tools. Each to their own. I like to make people laugh. So, I generally post something that has made me chuckle. And as Sutton form will have it, it's a little off the wall.

One friend asked me, "How often to do you post on Facebook?" -- a lot, my people need me!

But, the other day I realized that with my cell phone as my main FB interaction, I don't really see when people's birthdays are. I rarely give that shout of cheer to them (mind you, those who read my blog are often those who actually get a bday post - I feel I know you better!) And then I began to notice all the other things that I've been missing: weddings, babies, struggles, hardship. I have to wonder, am I losing my connectivity or am I just .....

What? what is it that drives me to "go away world" and hole up in my own little existence? What urge makes me put that one foot in front of the other almost with blinders on? I don't think it's survival. I think I'm just selfish. Grievously selfish. Selfish to the point where I wonder who I've missed in the jumble of my world. Wondering who's heart has been crushed because of my stupidity or inward focus.

As JPJ always says, "It's not about me, it's about Christ and His Kingdom." And I'm letting It down. My brother would always caution me -- "You don't need 100 friends, just a couple will do." True, but I love have my hand in these different pots of people. The FL's, the MD's, the Ministry, the UF's, the WA's, the RTS', all part of my world at some point in time. But, I'm not as connect to them as I could be. So again, am I just selfish? Am I hurting those who need more than just a hand in a pot? And how much do I need in the pot - from me and them?

ps. FYI - I and 2 sweet friends from my pot made about 20 batches of Rice Krispie treats to create Mickey Head lollipops to dip in chocolate last night. That's right - 194 of those little suckers are waiting for the ravenous masses to descend upon the 2nd Annual Sweets & Songs. They are gonna eat 'em and like it!

Just couldn't take it

2010-08-29T23:19:00.000-04:00

It's not often that I skip church... I even try to go while on vacation. One trip to Europe had Mom and I in Lucerne, Switzerland on a Sunday. We went to church. It was in German. All I heard was Die Got -- which kinda means "The Lord" and I just thought they wanted God to die. I know, dedicated.

But lately, Sundays have become those days. The ones where people look at you and say, "You're looking rough." "It's just one of those days."

Today was no different. It was one of those days. Missed Sunday School, came in time to sell the tickets for our show, sat thru 3 songs, and at the prayer got up and left. I couldn't take it any more. It didn't help that "Take it to the Lord in Prayer" was sung today.

Graciously, I was selling tickets when an announcement was made about the new Children's Ministry. I know I left that job because God wanted me to. I know I left it because my heart just wasn't in it any longer. I know. But, it's still painful to hear about what they are doing. It's hard to listen to the ideas that I might not agree with. It's still difficult to keep a stoic face during the announcements. Still. But that isn't why I left the service.

I just couldn't take it. I went to the fishbowl of our church office to sit and let the tears flow.

And to remind myself that even if I make a complete ass of myself, someone will find even those assinine moments enchanting. Die Got don't make no junk.

To blog or not to blog -- such a question

2010-08-27T23:19:00.000-04:00

It's obvious - my blogging days might be over. I don't really want that to be the case. But, my heart just isn't there. It's not found its full joy. It's not regained a real hope. It's just not in me.

I want to blog to tell you about my fun world -- and it is fun. From producing theatrical to hitting just about every sporting event in the past few week to finding a doctor with the name Mrs. Iwona Bangham (that name is real - honest!) all sorts of things should draw me out of this mud house I'm in. But nothing has cracked the walls. They are hard packed and thick. They loom above letting little light enter.

I'm still a bottom dweller - living in my generous friend's basement. I still like my adventures. I miss having Friday's off. I still hope to be married. I still hope to be a mom -- but so many are having such struggles with their pregnancies and their kids -- I don't know if I have it in me. The 8th grandchild of our world is to be born in December. The 1st is getting married in May.... *sigh*

And I miss my things -- which sit in storage.

I've finally admitted to God that I just really don't know what to say to Him -- at all. Not even heart cries come forth ... and that scares me to no end.

Take heart - I get up and work, I spend time with friends, I laugh a lot, I'm loving my co-workers, and in the midst of it all I hope they see Jesus, cause I've got nothing else to give them.

So, to blog or not to blog. I don't know. Of course, it might become my journal, so prepare yourself whichever end might occur. And why, though published to the entirety of the universe, do I think only 2 people can read this?

Contentment?

2010-02-16T20:14:00.000-05:00

I read the following today --

Morning and Evening - Spurgeon - Feb 16

“I have learned, in whatever state I am, therewith to be content.” -- Philippians 4:11

These words show us that contentment is not a natural propensity of man. “Ill weeds grow apace.” Covetousness, discontent, and murmuring are as natural to man as thorns are to the soil. We need not sow thistles and brambles; they come up naturally enough, because they are indigenous to earth: and so, we need not teach men to complain; they complain fast enough without any education. But the precious things of the earth must be cultivated. If we would have wheat, we must plough and sow; if we want flowers, there must be the garden, and all the gardener’s care. Now, contentment is one of the flowers of heaven, and if we would have it, it must be cultivated; it will not grow in us by nature; it is the new nature alone that can produce it, and even then we must be specially careful and watchful that we maintain and cultivate the grace which God has sown in us. Paul says, “I have learned ... to be content;” as much as to say, he did not know how at one time. It cost him some pains to attain to the mystery of that great truth. No doubt he sometimes thought he had learned, and then broke down. And when at last he had attained unto it, and could say, “I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content,” he was an old, grey-headed man, upon the borders of the grave—a poor prisoner shut up in Nero’s dungeon at Rome. We might well be willing to endure Paul’s infirmities, and share the cold dungeon with him, if we too might by any means attain unto his good degree. Do not indulge the notion that you can be contented with learning, or learn without discipline. It is not a power that may be exercised naturally, but a science to be acquired gradually. We know this from experience. Brother, hush that murmur, natural though it be, and continue a diligent pupil in the College of Content.

Glimpses of God's grace have been invading my soul as of late. The desire to know Jesus to really be the name that holds more than anything, the reality that my place is where the Gospel will be found ... these have been bouncing around as this contentment talk comes up. I've realized lately that I have been living in a "what if" mentality rather than an "Ok, what's now" thought.

Contentment -- not just of being satisfied. But, being willing to accept - to acquiesce.

Today I got to learn some contentment. I got an email from a boss that stated I shouldn't have done one thing until another was fully completed. Stupid pointless story for the focus of learning. We've all been there -- certain we've been "unfairly" corrected. Wanting to correct those who are teaching us. Desiring to respond in the like: "I was gonna do that next ..."; "This was a different situation than normal ... "; "You never told me about this ... " You get the picture. The desire to right the wrong that's been put to us.

And just as my little fingers got to moving on the keyboard, the Spirit graciously stepped in and reminded me of a few things -- Remember Jesus? They won't even really let him be the King he said he was. They mocked, taunted and scorned him for the things he did and said. They hit him, spit on him and pulled out his beard. And he didn't do anything. He didn't fight back, he didn't talk back, he didn't defend himself. He acquiesced. He was willing to accept that which was given to him. More unfair than my email, more unjust than my correction, more difficult to accept than one sentence of text. Beautiful.

I didn't email anything back. I made a note to do better next time. I moved on. The Spirit was at work. Beautiful.

I'm learning contentment.

Promises

2010-01-18T17:13:00.004-05:00

On my mirror I've got a saying written with dry erase marker: "Never make God's promises into hopes or dreams -- know them as reality!" I resigned from my job in October. I knew it was what God wanted me to do. I knew it was the right decision -- so much so that when asked at an interview what major accomplishment I had done in the past 6 months I noted this decision as my piece to brag about. I really had huge amounts of peace in the midst of major uncertainty. My peace I will leave with you.

But, then I couldn't find a job. I sent out resume upon resume. People told me, "There are positions at my work - give me your resume, and I'll get you in." I gave my resume, but still nothing. No calls, no responses, no interviews, nothing. And I started to spiral. I know that the only reason I didn't go crazy was because of God's goodness. Cast all your cares upon me for I care for you. I told my small group that I felt I was in the mishmangle of redirection. I couldn't find a place to live, I couldn't figure out what I was going to do about my computer situation, I couldn't figure out how I was going to survive. Oh, and then I got a call that my back up plan of returning to Orlando was bust -- the condo was rented! The sparrows don't reap or sow, but God watches over them -- how much more does he care for you!?

So, I packed my office, I moved it all out, I resigned myself to the notion that I wouldn't have any work. And finally, during my last 2 days of work - I got an interview call. And during that meeting when asked about my weaknesses I said, "I have a problem keeping my mouth shut." Seriously, that's what I said. Let your yes be yes and your no be no. And then I waited. My job finished yet, I was back at the church finishing up some projects. That's right I went to work -getting frustrated and sad and discouraged. It was the first time throughout this whole process that I was sinking and sinking fast. Just at that moment a call came.

They called me with an offer! I started today. Never will I leave you, nor forsake you. As my sweet friend Christina said, "You were out of work for 6 days. That is amazing!" I'm working in corporate customer service. How perfect does that fit my skills?!? So, I'm packing my house -- need to downsize in many areas. Having to learn new ways to get to work. And being reminded that God was in the midst. For you Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you. Even those who don't always seek -- his promises are a reality.

Whiter than the snow

2010-01-01T11:04:00.003-05:00

I love the imagery of the Psalms. Often it was the only poetry that I actually got with regards to imagery. When I see a Shakespeare movie I always pray beforehand, "God, please open my ears and mind to make sense of what they are saying. I just don't get it most of the time, and I need your help." That's truth! So it's not terribly surprising that as a Florida girl, I've never really understood what David meant when he said, "...wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." A few weeks ago it came into focus as I looked at the 20 inches of snow we got.

Winters here are gloomy. The leaves are gone. The grass is brown. The flowers are non-existent. You might see a pop of color from a bird, but most have moved southward. Brown is the predominant color. People wear dark clothes, clouds are covering more often than not, and heads are down to the ground to keep the wind off faces. There is a perpetual longing in the air for change and a hope for new growth. All wait for spring to arrive and know that they must toil through about 3 months of dreariness to get to the end. And then, a sweet surprise comes when snow falls.

Snow has this ability to cover everything. In its quiet falling it blankets the ground, the trees, the roads, the homes, the dirt, the mud, the garbage, the pain, the hurt of this world. You look out into the yard and all you see is white. Where there was once a pile of crap you see a beautiful mound of happiness. Where there was once brown grass mile after mile of new running space exist without the hassles of old messes. The gleam from the sunlight makes everything sparkle like new. And the people feel the excitement. Like kids on Christmas, the doors crack open, the sleds come out, the parents make hot cocoa, and the joy begins.

As with us and our sin -- Isaiah shares, "Though your sins are like scarlet, they will be as white as snow..." It makes sense now -- all the mess is covered. It isn't seen any longer, it doesn't create a putrid stench, it doesn't create an eyesore for all of the neighbors to see, it no longer blocks your sight with the mountain you have to climb. Instead those stains are covered in a freshness that rejuvenates us while drawing us back to the foot of the cross and reminding us of our need of a Savior for we can't make the snow fall, nor can we make ourselves clean.

I wonder if that's where I've been sitting? Trying to make the snow fall.... and falling for a false joy?

Changes

2009-11-11T16:45:00.002-05:00

Dear Sweet friends,

I know I've not shared a whole lot in the last few months. I've been thinking about a load of things and have reached some resolution.

Don't freak out - I'm resigning from my job at Chapelgate. It's not a bad thing. I'm still hoping to stay here in Maryland, be part of this community, and to be involved in the ministry here. I just need to remove myself from ministry at this capacity.

For the past 15 years, really since my dad died, I've been trying to rediscover the joy of knowing God. Part of me died that day my dad died. The reality that my life wasn't how I thought it was to be started to crumble. I've tried to pick up the pieces - find a job with meaning, go to seminary for a ministerial job, find God in the midst of service and giving of myself. You how I do it!

I took this job here in Maryland hoping I'd realize a true joy in the midst of it all. And again, it wasn't there.

I've seen your lives and have long desired to find that inexplicable joy and peace for myself. But, it never was really there.

About a month ago, my bosses sat me down to talk about deficiencies they've seen in the ministry. And after a litany of things, they mentioned that they thought this was just a job for me and not a passion. And it's true. All of the complaints, frustrations, concerns pale in comparison of my non-passion and drive for this job. And the lack of passion/drive really comes from trying to know God in means that just don't work. For my own benefit, I really need to remove myself from "in-church" ministry.

While this is hard to write to you all -- I hate admitting to people I've got real issues -- I'm worn out from fighting against really knowing God and letting himself be known to me. The next few months, years, etc will be a challenge. Trying to find a new job, convincing people that this is the right thing to do, letting God truly invade this life he's provided - it's gonna be long. Am praying that God will just be clear. That if I'm to stay in MD I get a job here.

People here at Chapelgate have been nothing but gracious -- supportive, walking with me in the midst of it, hopeful for me and my story. Am I'm really at peace in the midst of it. I was asked to share, and did, during worship a few weeks ago. And with tears in my eyes I put it out there for the whole congregation to see this worn out soul give it up. I've have had more than a few come and say they see a lightness back in my step and a hope returning to my face.

I'm on staff until the end of the year or until I find a job - whichever comes first. I hate job searching. What an annoying task. But, God has been evident - much more than I've given him credit for in the last few years.

It's all hard, but good.

... every hour

2009-10-14T10:52:00.003-04:00

 I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord;   
no tender voice like thine can peace afford.
I need thee every hour; stay thou nearby;   
temptations lose their power when thou art nigh.
I need thee, O I need thee, O I need thee; 
every hour I need thee, Lord; 
O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.

I need thee every hour, in joy or pain;   
come quickly and abide, or life is vain.     

I need thee every hour; teach me thy will;    
and thy rich promises in me fulfill.  

I need thee, O I need thee, O I need thee; 
every hour I need thee, Lord; 
O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee. 

I need thee every hour, most Holy One; 
O make me thine indeed, thou blessed Son.

I need thee, O I need thee, O I need thee; 
every hour I need thee, Lord; 
O bless me now, my Savior, I come to thee.

Lucky Dad

2009-10-11T14:50:00.005-04:00

My dad died 15 years ago Saturday. It was hard. I cried a lot. I don't normally react that way, but subsequent blogs will let you know what's going on in my world to cause such emotions. Today I wanted to share some memories I have of my dad with all of you ....

When I was 3 or 4, my dad would have to trek less than a mile to get the milk at Cumberland Farms. I guess Publix wasn't always open and the Circle K wasn't there yet. So, he'd take his moped over to the store. And sometimes, he'd take me along -- standing between his legs on the platform of the moped. Driving to get the milk. Sweet! I know!

Then, as I got just a bit bigger, the moped didn't fit the fun any longer. Dad had gotten a Toyota Celica with a sunroof. To keep the fun of getting the milk, I got to ride along, standing in the front passenger seat, with my head out of the roof!!! Our very own extreme adventures. But, we got pulled over one day and that had to stop. But not the extreme stuff.

My grandparents lived 3 hours away and 30 minutes from Disney. We'd travel there to visit quite often. Once we went to visit the Magic Kingdom when the tickets were cheap and you had to purchase books of A, B, C, & D tickets. Since Dad was, how shall we say, a tightwad, he didn't want to pay for parking. Instead we parked at the Contemporary, coming in from the workers entrance (Dad helped program the Hall of Presidents at Disney in the 70s), traipsing over the sand dunes from the construction in making the walkway from the Contemporary to the park. Nothing like learning from a young age how to cut corners.

One summer we took a trip to Yellowstone National Park. We travelled via the rust colored Datsun 210 hatchback, affectionately called "The Pumpkin". Dad had set up a "luggage area" with a piece of plywood just under the lip of the backseat over the hatch. On the plywood, David or I could lay down with our pillow and blanket. On one stretch, Mom was driving, I was sleeping on the plywood and Dad was resting in the backseat. All of a sudden the trunk popped open, my pillow flew out the back and Dad had to quickly restrain me as Mom pulled over. They were a bit freaked, but I thought it was awesome! We did have to go back to get my pillow.

My dad had a wicked sense of humor. He liked puns, he liked thinking laterally, and he liked to laugh. He loved model airplanes. He would spend hours in the garage making models to fly whenever he got a chance. He loved classical music; he loved playing it really loud coming down the street home. He gave of himself by getting a job where ever he could -- Erie, PA; Plainsboro, NJ; St. Paul, MN; Jupiter, FL. He would transplant himself and let us stay in Florida while he worked elsewhere. And during the summers, we would join him.

He always protected, always made things work, always directed us to be respectful and always wanted to know God more. He provided for us, cared for us, defended us, and at times, like a good dad, embarrassed us. He had a gentle hand that would kindly pat our heads to remind us of his love. Mind you, he was firm, a disciplinarian, and someone who pushed us to reach our potential. Oh, and he loved his grandkids. They could call him Poppy, sit with him while he was reading and could get anything out of him -- even more than me being the baby and only girl.

He was a good dad. I liked him. I do miss him, but I am glad I could call him Dad. And as a sweet friend reminded, "He's up in heaven partying with the rest of them." Lucky.

There's a change in the air ....

2009-08-31T15:25:00.003-04:00

Summer is ending. School starts in the building tomorrow. I will again hear a daily stampede of elephants about 7 times a day as students rush up and down the steps to class. I will have to close my door at 3pm just to think. I will listen in on conversations that have code words for trouble. I will stick my head into situations because someone is crying their eyes out -- there's a change in the air when the summer is over. And that change shows up in more ways than one.

Rehearsals for Christmas shows kick into gear. Can hardly believe it, but it's happening again. This weekend we had a killer show to raise money for our theatrical program. Our revue of songs were accompanied by a sucre torte, fresh fruit tartletts, assorted cookies, pound cake with fresh fruit, and chocolate cups with melba cream. It was so good. Our play list:

Magic to Do - from Pippin
Hola Lola - from Dear Edwina
Pick-a-Little/Good Night Ladies - from Music Man
What is this Feeling - from Wicked
My Philosophy - from You're a Good Man Charlie Brown
Solla Sollew - from Suessical the Musical
We Beseech Thee - from Godspell
Matchmaker - from Fiddler on the Roof
Stranger to the Rain - from Children of Eden
I'm a Woman - from Smokey Joe's Cafe
Sit Down, You're rockin' the Boat - from Guys and Dolls
Saved - from Smokey Joe's Cafe
Happiness - from You're a Good Man Charlie Brown.

It was awesome! We rocked it out. But now, we've got to change our mindset to Christmas music. Change is in the air.

It was 60 degrees this morning. I'm heading up into the attic to start pulling down my scarves. Everyone keeps telling me it's going to be a hard winter. Nuts. Gratefully, even in the harshness, it won't be lonely. Friends and family are coming to visit. I'm hoping to get to O-town for a b-day visit. Mom and I are heading out on a cruise. And then to sit in the house waiting for the snow to hit. Change is in the air.

Babies are being born like weeds. The 7th grandchild in our family was born last weekend. She was born just as the 1st grandchild was starting graduate school. How crazy is that?! I was 11 when #1 was born. And here I am, 33 years old and #7 comes around. Change is in the air.

And when it comes to me -- I'm seeing definite signs of change. I'm not remembering things as well. I'm not metabolizing foods as well. I'm exercising just to have more energy! But, I'm also seeing God work in my heart more too. His grace is exuding in ways I never would have guessed. He's helping me to love, be patient, be gracious, be forgiving in areas I wouldn't imagine possible.

Change is in the air. Not so bad all the time!

Win the Jesus Storybook Bible audio

2009-08-05T10:29:00.004-04:00

Ok, I'm a groupie.

I love Sally Lloyd-Jones' stuff. I love the Jesus Storybook Bible. I give her book as gifts. I follow her random blog. I actually have email conversations with her. And I use her book all the time with my Toddler and Preschool classes. And her Old MacNoah had an Ark is darn right funny ... "and a poopoo here and a poopoo there..." Seriously funny stuff!

Any who.... they are giving away an audio copy of the Jesus Storybook Bible! It's for bloggers to win. So, as my dear readers are often bloggers themselves, go for it!

Click here for the survey to enter.

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Hope you win!

Christmas in July/August

2009-08-03T11:15:00.002-04:00

Dear Friends,

While you have been away, I have been very busy. So busy in fact, that I've already been preparing for Christmas. Over the next few blog posts should you see any item that has been canned -- know it might be coming to your home during the holidays.

I have made:

6 jars of bread and butter pickle slices
7 jars of sweet pickle spears
7 jars of raspberry preserves
1 Halloween themed table runner

I might make:

blueberry preserves
peach pie filling
Quilted Christmas ornaments
Homemade bread

I will become:

sick of canning
certain I can never fully clean my kitchen
the maker of gifts extraordinaire!

Oh, and in the midst of all the above fun, I have:

fogged my house for all things disgusting and gross
had very weird dreams, one which included an actual beetle in my bed
started rehearsals for an August 29th performance, see previous posts

Nothing going on here -- just a development of slight insanity!

Merry Christmas!

2009-07-30T22:32:00.002-04:00

At the end of August, I get to be in "Sweets & Songs," our theatre program fundraiser. And here is one of the songs I get to participate in... I get to sing a couple of the lines -- can you guess which ones?

"I'm a Woman," from Smokey Joe's Cafe

I can wash out forty-four pairs of socks
And have them hangin out on the line
I can starch and iron two dozen shirts
Before you can count from one to nine
I can scoop up a great big dipper
Full of lard from the drippin's can
Throw it in the skillet, go out and do my
Shopping and be back before it melts in the pan
'Cause I'm a woman
Double U O M A N
I'll say it again

I can rub and scrub till this old house
Is shinin like a dime
Feed the baby, grease the car and
Powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing
Till four a.m. and then
Lay down at five, jump up at six
And start all over again
'Cause I'm a woman
Double U O M A N
I'll say it again

If you come to me sickly, you know
I'm gonna make you well
If you come to me hexed up,
You know I'm gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry,
You know I'm gonna fill you full o' grits
If it's lovin' you're lackin', I'll kiss you
And give you the shiverin' fits
'Cause I'm a woman
Double U O M A N
I'll say it again

I can stretch a greenback dollar bill
From here to kingdom come
I can play the numbers, pay my bills
And still end up with some
I got a twenty dollar gold piece says
There ain't nothin I can't do
I can make a dress out of a feed bag
And I can make a man out of you
'Cause I'm a woman
Double U O M A N
I'll say it again
'Cause I'm a woman
Double U O M A N
And that's all

Recovery

2009-07-21T12:10:00.006-04:00

Camp has finished - with 320 kids, 120 volunteers, 15 Sequoia trees in the hallway, 8 good sam's meals, and 1 super pooped Children's Ministry Director. I was sick all week, so no chance of up to date posting during the long haul of fun. But, we had a great time. One kid mentioned to his mother, "All they talk about is Jesus, Jesus, Jesus." At least we're doing our job!

I started this blog last week. So, don't let the date fool you into thinking this has been here all the while. I just couldn't think of what to write. Whenever I finish a big event - a missions trip, VBS, vacation, it's often difficult for me to put into words what exactly I'm thinking about it. As time progresses I'm able to note more of what I did or didn't liked, what worked, if it was beneficial, etc. So, camp -- it was good. We had fun, we talked about Jesus' journey from the manger to the tomb -- it don't end at the cross -- it's all the way back to heaven when his journey is complete! We had 5 different folks being our story tellers -- the kids loved it and had no idea who some of them were. Even some of the adults were hoodwinked!

Oh, so I've got a new movie to tell you about -- Young@Heart -- it's a documentary about a 70+ year-olds chorus. They sing rock and roll songs. That's right - the Ramones, the Clash, RadioHead, James Brown -- all are covered by this chorus. Go out and rent the movie -- I got it at the library (good to use if you don't have any fines!) It made me laugh and cry all the way through. I even made my new small group watch it that evening instead of doing any "studying." But, we did study -- we study lives being well lived. People enjoying what they love and doing what keeps them alive.

My mom turned 70 this year. It boggles my brain that she might actually be getting old. And as a 70 year old, she really is quite active. She crochets like a mad woman -- all so she can give the blankets away to those in need. She plays her flute -- it's her act of worship. She drives a blind 90 year old to church each week -- because she can. She excercises each day -- lifting weights, swimming and walking. She does these things to keep active, to keep her mind sharp, to live life. So, in September, we are going on a cruise to Alaska. And what does she really want to do while there -- go Kayaking!!! Yup! She told me that's really on her heart to go kayaking! We'll see how that goes!

Living life -- how's it going for you?

Sweet Summer

2009-07-06T16:34:00.005-04:00

Summer is upon us. I do enjoy summer for many reasons.

1. I love that I actually read books in the summer. TV is the pits all summer long. So, I get to read books. Just finished listening to "To Kill a Mockingbird." Loved it! And yes, when you listen to it, you've read it!

2. I love venturing out and visiting new places. A few weeks ago we wanted to hit the falls, but the weather didn't seem to allow it. So, we went to Union Bridge's Train Expo. Of course, we really went so we could see the Lehigh Cement Facility. We were denied in the Cement Facility ambitions, however they are paying us back with our own personal tour. Will keep you posted. But, we did hit the train depot, the train gardens, and the town square. FUN! Here's me at the depot!

3. I love the Farmer's Market! It just makes me happy! I have missed it the last 2 weeks in hopes of being frugal. But, that market just rocks. Last time I enjoyed some Basil-Lime Shortbread. Delish. What I really enjoy is the people, the produce and the crafts. It does my heart well. Here is a peach pie I baked for July 4th -- a former farmer's market purchase -- had made and frozen the pie filling last summer. Still good!

4. I love exploding things! What?! I mean, the fireworks. I love fireworks. This year for July 4th, I headed to Catonsville to see the local parade. And I mean local. Here is a view of the street. It really was a treat to see all the hometown folks get into it. They put their chairs out 3 days in advance. Amazing.

5. Finding new things is always a treat. Check out this loaf of bread we found at Wegmans -- 10 pounds of Rye Bread!! Talk about a sandwich!

And Summer brings Camp - it's coming, next Monday. We've got our helpers! Thanks for praying. We have 136+ helpers. We have 320+ campers. We have the building being transformed into a forest of fun. Praying that I can keep my sanity, strength and spirits up!

Ah, Summer. What sweet things you bring! And perfectly timed pictures!

Perils of Clubbing

2009-06-24T11:50:00.002-04:00

Let me just say, this is not about me. But, it made me laugh so hard that I had to let the poor souls involved that it would be posted! Here goes....

A sweet girl of 19 has recently returned to Orlando from her first year of college. As most soon to be college sophomores like to do, she and her friends decided to hit a club on ladies night! Woooooweeee, nothing but fun happens at a club on ladies night. NOTHING.

So, Sally heads to the club. She's dancing with the girls and hangin' out. You know how it goes. And some guys start hitting on them. No big deal, innocent flirting going on. Then it got a little weird.

This guy comes up to her and starts telling her all about his life. He's just moved back home to be with his big family. He can't wait to spend more time with his nephews and nieces. He is looking for a job -- can't really find one, but it'll come. Yada, yada, yada.

And all the while Sally is thinking, "This guy looks just like Dr. John. How is this possible? My mom is going to laugh like there is no tomorrow when I tell her this guy hitting on me looks like Dr. John." It's like a clone is talking to her. And as that creeped her out more and more, something hit her.

"You're a Gammichia, aren't you?" she blurts out having put 2 and 2 together: the large Italian family, the growing up in AltSpgs, the brother moving back into town.

"What? Did I say my last name?" he ponders.

"I babysit your niece and nephews. I know your family."

And then the kicker -- "Oh, yeah," he realizes, "I've seen your picture on John's refrigerator!"

SWEET!!!! That makes me laugh every time!

So, he asks her to dance, and she leaves out the back door.

Priceless. I love it!

The Johnston Invasion

2009-06-17T11:42:00.002-04:00

An invasion. I'm sorry, but there really isn't any other way to describe what happened to my world 2 Thursdays ago. Back in January, while K was beginning to dream up summer plans, J had queried that perhaps they could come stay on the property where I live with an RV. I talked with my people and they offered their vacant home for 2 weeks in June. Well, jumping on an offer like that is the only way to do it. So, the Johnstons came up for 10 days in June. And it was quite a trip.

On Friday, we went to Baltimore. Saw Babe Ruth's house, some ate soft-shelled crab sandwiches (should have taken a photo), drove through town and experienced many cultural interchanges. From shouting, "fried CHICKEN" around town, to being vindicated on poor landmark visitations, we made it home. And none too early, for Saturday held a big day in DC. My last post is about that experience -- it was a good day.

Sunday led the Johnstons back to DC as I had to work. Then came Monday. We went to Philadelphia to see the historical sites. We had a Philly Cheesesteak -- yum. We saw Betsy Ross' house, the Liberty Bell, Edgar Allen Poe's residence and every one way street in the historical area. Can I just tell you that finding parking there is a pain in the ___ . Yeah, I said it!

Heading home late, we got ready for the big trip to NYC! We arrived in Hoboken, NJ around 12p, headed into town on the PATH train. Please note, I am now a Subway expert! You want an elevator in the station? I'll find it! We were lazy! We saw Ground Zero, Wall Street, Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, and more Starbucks than I think ever have existed. I know they say that sometimes NYC smells bad (because of New Jersey!!!). I really think that might be why they brought in so many Starbucks. Because now it just smells like coffee.

We dropped our bags at our residence for the evening, and headed back out to Times Square and Broadway. We saw Lynda Carter (Wonder Woman!) singing at the Lincoln Center Barnes and Noble. We had dinner at a restaurant with singing waiters/waitresses. Let me just note, that they were fantastic performers. They probably were the stars in High School and perhaps college. They probably had every single lead in the plays. They came to NYC to make it big and now they are singing at Ellen's Stardust Diner. All in hopes that one day they might hit an audition and get out of there. Amazing dedication.

I digress. We ventured to Time Square where they have set up lawn chairs in the street to just let people hang out! Not kidding! It was so cool. And because we hadn't eaten enough, we went for dessert at Juniors. It was good. But what was awesome is that the host was a theatre guru who gave us all the scoop on what to see. And that next door, Angela Lansbury was performing in Blithe Spirit. Guess who we saw once she came out afterwards!?!? That's right!! Angela Lansbury! Cool!

Next AM, we tried to get on the Today Show -- didn't happen. Found another elevator though! We did see Matt, Al, Erin & Natalie under the umbrellas on that drizzly morning. Some of us head over to get tickets for Shrek. We got them! And saw the show! It was such fun. What a hoot and full of great performances. We went to Central Station, Tiffany & Co, Anthropologie, Trump Towers, Central Park, and Levain Bakery (2 blocks from where we stayed). It was recommended by a college friend and it was awesome!!!

Headed home and crashed on the floor all day Thursday. Man, were we beat! Friday, as I worked, they headed back to DC. Then came Saturday. We headed north to Lancaster County. Or as we called, Amish-ville. The Amish are interesting people. They love to quilt - got some great fabrics. They plow, irrigate, harvest things with their team of 3-4 mules. They love their Shoefly pie. And they have the oddest town names ever. For example: Bird-in-Hand. Not too bad. But just to the east is Intercourse. To the west - Fertility. Close by: Virginville. And then Paradise. Let's not get started on what jokes may or may not have been mentioned while traipsing through Amish-ville!

We made it over to Hersey, PA and hit Chocolate World. Might be a close second to my favorite world: OUTDOOR WORLD! (Please read that in a very booming voice!) Oh, and I don't really like Hersey Chocolate anymore. It's true, I'm a food snob!

My dear friends headed home Sunday PM. It was super fun, full of adventure and many laughs. And the Mid-Atlantic states are still intact, as far as we know. If they can handle the Johnstons +1, they can handle anything!

D-Day in the flesh

2009-06-07T13:28:00.002-04:00

My friends are here in town -- for 10 days, I get to play with a family of 6 who are up from Orlando! We ventured into Baltimore on Friday. Let's just say, we're done with Baltimore. I do enjoy it, but parking is frustrating, it was raining and we drove around and around. We went to a market in town that provided 2-3 different drug exchanges. Good times! It was great to see the history and the years of impact through the streets. We saw the poverty, the glamour, the people. It was great. Not sure we're going to hit it another day!

Yesterday, we went to Washington DC. My friends wanted to see the monuments and some museums. So, we ventured to Lincoln, the Korean War and the Vietnam War Memorials. I really hate going by the Vietnam Memorial -- I cry every time. We headed East towards the Washington Monument. The WWII memorial was before us, so we decided to stop.

As we were getting into town, there were way too many cars in the Metro lot that I like to frequent. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Well, there was a Race for the Cure Event, the first weekend of summer, and some other things. When we got to the WWII fountains, we saw a large group of people coming down the ramps towards us. Why were all these people here. And man, they were old. DUH!! It was June 6, the anniversary of D-Day. And here in front of us were busloads of men who fought in those battles.

Countless men took pictures in front of their state's pillar and in front of the quotes which talked about their service. They looked at the bronze reliefs of different WWII scenes. They talked about the memories with each other. Their friends and family laughed and photographed them. The families were so proud of their own personal heros. These men were standing with pride and seeing what they had done.

And it was so moving when my friends were trying to get a better glance at something in the memorial. Upon seeing a Veteran coming, they stopped the family's procession to let this hero walk ahead first. That simple gesture, perhaps unnoticed by the Vet or his family, it spoke volumes to me. That was D-Day, in the flesh - remembered, honored, experienced.

Summer Fun has Begun!

2009-05-28T10:25:00.003-04:00

Last week, at 10am we got a call that friends had tickets to an Orioles game. Who doesn't turn down free tickets?!?! Me, that's who!!! Remember the last time I went? We paid $1.50, had nosebleeds, talked with Wojo, got behind the O's dugout! Sweet!

This time - 12 rows behind homeplate -- yea, baby!

Look at me! Before my sunburn. Note to self: keep sunscreen at the office for last minute calls to fun.

It was amazing how many fans (though not the entire park) actually came for a 1:30p Wednesday game. Do these people work?!? Who knows. But, it was great. It was especially exciting because the O's were down at 8-3 in the 6th or so. They hit like crazy to tie the game. It went into extra innings, yada, yada, yada - they won!! It was really cool because the game winning 3 run homer was hit by a newly brought up player. He had struck out his first at bat of the game. Poor kid was so dejected and the fans were booing him. It broke my heart. And then he nailed it!! Here are same said fans cheering on the victory.

We stayed to the very end, had fun, got burned, and even made it home in time for Bunco. It was AWESOME!!!

This week - only 6 more weeks until camp. We've got a good number of our Sunday School teachers - thanks for praying - keep at it! Still needing volunteers for camp, have more kids signing up! Have signed up to be a recipe tester for America's Test Kitchen (Robin, you might need to check it out!) And the Johnstons are coming into town this Thursday! Wooooweeee! Sure to be one whole week of fun. Oh, and my nephew graduates from High School. One already graduated from College last month. Must write about that soon.

Walking the Graves

2009-05-26T14:04:00.005-04:00

For the past 5-6 years, I've made it a point to go beyond myself each Memorial Day. Setting aside time to watch the PBS Memorial Day Concert - upon each viewing blubbering like a baby - I find a patriotic spirit that wells up in my heart. With the American spirit's echoing pulse in my ears, I've made my way to a local Veteran's Cemetery to walk the graves each Memorial Day. Awaking around 6:45a, I don a baseball cap (which only happens on this day and a few Farmer's Market treks) and brew my beverage of choice. Map in hand, I venture out to walk the graves.

This year, I made it to the cemetery in Ownings Mills. Lined with small waving flags, I drove the fields of reminders. Grave sites sorted according to the time of death, there were markers for service men and women from WWI, WWII, Korea, and Veitnam. There were wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, loved ones buried there. I walked the graves. I prayed. I pray for those who served, thanking God for their service. I pray for the spouses, that these days alone won't seem so long. I pray for their kids and loved ones to know the service by the soldier wasn't in vain nor was their own sacrifice to support their loved one out on the field.

This year, I saw a man standing for about 20 minutes over a gravestone. As I approached, I asked about his loved one. His wife had died about a year ago. There was her grave. And he was there. Remembering.

Every year as I leave the cemeteries, I vow that if I see someone who has served I'll stop and say thank you. I'm getting better, but I forget way too often. And worse than forgetting, I think they don't want to hear my meager words of gratitude. But, I remember the look on this man's face. As he was mourning his wife, I said thank you for his service. It moves people to realize that their sacrifice isn't in forgotten. That they are recognized for their giving -- that their work isn't lost on the rest of us. It really is the least I can do for those who have truly given the most.

By the numbers

2009-05-18T15:01:00.004-04:00

I need prayer, friends. It's all numerical, so we'll make it easy:

400 -- how many sponsors we need for Camp. If 400 people donate $40 towards camp - our entire budget is covered.

375 -- about how many campers we had last year - and want to have again - if not more!

100 -- helpers it takes to run camp. They haven't all signed up yet, especially needing a gym specialist to run game time.

11 -- my Summer Sunday School teachers needed -- to start in 2 weeks!!! I have only 1 teacher so far. This is stressing me out.

9 -- number of duckies we saw at the Arboretum. Ok, not a request, but how cute!!!

8 -- Family Fun trips planned to generate family & community unity in the church.

2 -- weeks of Service Camp - a new camp to teach about service to 3rd-5th graders. Reaching for the stars, praying it works.

1 -- Summer Camp - with all those kids needing sponsors. Have you noticed it's huge?

2,392,867 -- prayers needed. HELP!

Missions Festival

2009-05-05T15:18:00.005-04:00

We held our annual Missions Festival last week. A few months ago I had requested photos of foreign market places from my well traveled friends. They supplied -- we produced. Check them out!

The Market -- without kids. The theme for the festival was "Proclaiming Peace". So, to be a friend with another, you've got to get to know who they are. What they like to do. Where they enjoy doing it. And in getting to know someone - you proclaim peace to them. We wanted to invite our kids into another cultural feel by creating a market where they could learn new things about other places. For instance - you see the table with white plates on it? That was our Turkish spice market. The kids saw, sniffed and felt about 15 different spices -- yum!

We had international foods - scones from England, Perogies for Eastern Europe, Spring rolls from China, hummus and Tsatziki with pita chips from our Middle Eastern friends. Oh, and Daim candy from Sweden. With an exception for Sweden, we have missionaries serving in all of those areas. Pretty Cool. Oh, and look who was eating our food!!!

The Stewarts from Japan!!! Gosh it was fun to have them around for the week!

Above is a station where the kids made their own money.

At the green covered table they made fashion plates out of an assortment of fabric to bring to mind all the different types of clothing people wear.

In Mexico, they got to shape tortillas out of tortilla dough. Thanks, MM for the great recipe. It was a huge hit!!

In Japan, they made some killer Origami.

Oh, and then in China we got to do some watercolors like we've seen of the Chinese landscape. That's me being so helpful! We also had a station where they created mosaics for Turkey. And I checked out 53 books from the local library of all different countries (mainly those in which we have missionaries) that the kids could look at. We had a rug and pillows set up for that area. All the while they got to listen to a slew of international music.

It was great. Made out of bamboo (from a friend's yard), pull ties and cement block weights, it looked awesome. The Art classes at the school here painted my muslin backdrops. And the church brought together all their international gear. It was such fun. Loads of work, but worth it.

Before the market was "opened", we watched a video of the ministry to street children in Acapulco. And when they started to talk about someone who worked there, we had the worker here! She came and shared with the kids about loving others through Jesus. It was truly a great night. To top it off -- our kids raised $401 for Casa Hogar in their Pennies for Peace campaign. It was great to see families come together to raise money by having a bake sale in their neighborhood, cleaning out their sibling's cars, and collecting their Easter Egg Hunt winnings and bringing them in. Definitely Proclaiming Peace to all nations!

long roads

2009-04-23T17:45:00.003-04:00

Recently, I've been having to do a project for which I procrastinated for about 2 months. It got so bad, that having it due on Wednesday I did it on Tuesday. I just didn't want to do it. But, it needed to be completed. I called some prayer people and got them churning. They pulled on up to the throne of grace and pour my burdens there. As I finished my task, I realized that I've been blessed with a great many people who would go to bat for me.

People are always asking me if I've found my place here in Maryland. I'm not sure. I answer them that I feel it sometimes. Sometimes I feel that I've gotten to a zone in which I can be myself. Sometimes I've hit a stride that takes me further. Sometimes I find a nitch that pulls me along. Sometimes I feel as if I've hit a rock. And in those times I need those go to bat people.

And I'm finding them -- oddly enough, you are one of them. Knowing certain people read my blog when I get to posting keeps me going. It keeps me accountable to deal with what I'm feeling. And yes, Facebook is another place I find my batty people. heehee - that made me laugh. You know, getting to read these notes about people's worlds, their observations, their quirks keeps me from going crazy. And they like to read mine! Being a non-mold fitter, I don't exactly fit everyone's plans for what I should be. But, somehow those who have know me a long time get that quirky, non-fitted essence of me. And when I post odd things or put up pictures of my toes in orange and lemon slice sandals - they get it.

Today, I read about a friend's father who died yesterday. I get it. When my dad died almost 15 years ago, it was hard to understand that others knew what I was feeling. Oh, but I get it. The pain is brutal. The tears are endless. The emotions are numbing. I get it. The loss seems as if it outnumbers what was had. The emptiness expands until there is no way anything could ever replace it. The why's ring out in that cavernous void of the heart. I get it.

I finished that blasted project and was complimented on it. They were impressed with the work I had done. I knew I could do the thing, I just didn't want to. I think I just didn't want to feel as if I was really having to do this job on my own. I need my people. I need people here and elsewhere. We all need it. To be heard, to be known, to be remembered.

Psalm 116:15 "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints."

Help needed

2009-04-16T21:48:00.002-04:00

Ok, I need help. Would you please answer these questions for me? Most of you are not at my current church, so your ideas will be fresh for us here. Even if you're here in MD feel free to share!

1. What do you hope your kid gets out of being at church?
2. What kind of program/ activity would you like to see in place to reach that?
3. Other than Sunday School, what are somethings you'd be willing to let your 5th grade and under kid participate in ... whatever the age? With or without parents present.

Even if you don't have kids, lend me your ideas. Ask your kids if you've got some!

It's all in the name of research!! Seriously!

Cherry Blossoms

2009-04-08T18:06:00.003-04:00

I think I'm starting to get this Spring thing .... trees are starting to just explode with color. One day the tree is bare and the very next AM -- Bam! Stocked full with flowers! It's amazing. I'll admit, while waiting for the green is the hardest, the flowers are quite delightful!

Last Friday I headed to DC - which I love! - to see the cherry blossoms. In 1912 the Japanese gave the US over 3,000 cherry trees as a gift. Why thank you very much, kind sirs. And now, they bloom like crazy and send the town into hysterics. And I can understand why. My co-workers and took off a day and headed into town. We hiked all around town -- from Teaism - a favorite spot, to the Mall, to the Basin, to Jefferson, to FDR, to Lincoln, and then booked it uptown for lunch at the Breadline. Quite a nice lunch, if I do say so myself. I found the place and we tried it. Enjoyed a fried cod sandwich with coleslaw and spicy mayo on the bun. Yum! We then trekked back to the Metro by way of the Renwick Museum (another new find) and the White House. We plopped on the Metro seats and about fell asleep on the way home.

It was beautiful -- check it out yourself!

Me and the blossoms - at the start of our long trek around the basin!

One of the many trees drapping over the side of the basin.

The Jefferson Memorial

If you look closely, you'll see the White House on the left and of course, the Washington Monument. This was taken from the Jefferson.

The Basin -- breathtaking!

Back on the Saddle

2009-04-02T18:51:00.003-04:00

Ok, so I've been out of pocket ... really I've been in Florida, seeing the new flowers, going to the dermatologist, pulling out my back and trying to keep my head above the work waters.

Tomorrow, I'm off to DC to see the Cherry Blossoms -- all of you please be jealous. If you can't wait, check out my pics from last year on Facebook. If you aren't on facebook, ahem KS! Get on the ball!

Will post on Monday. Promise.

S.A.D.

2009-03-12T17:56:00.004-04:00

I've got it -- SAD - Seasonal Affective Disorder -- I'm not getting enough sunlight, vitamin D, good laughs, whatever can fit into that category.

I'm not motivated to work, to interact with people, to get off my rear and get in gear. Let me tell you, I'm not being very affective -- but the seasons are doing a number on me.

But, sweet Lori came and pondered with me for a bit yesterday. It helped me to process what was going on in my head. And last night I played some cards - sorry, Sundee, we cleaned your clock!

And now, I'm listening to the high school's rendition of Les Mis in the hallway. Life's good. I feel like I can breath again. There is hope.

This pic is from a little town near me. MK & I went to a tea room and then wandered the streets. So quaint. As I travel home each night, when it's still light out, I can turn my head at just the right time and see this little hamlet of a place over the edge of the bridge. It makes me smile.

Victory is Mine!

2009-03-04T17:04:00.004-05:00

Here's what happens when you actually wear your PJs inside out!!!

We got about 6 inches. I went sledding, built a semi-snowman, threw some snowballs and had the perfunctory grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. That's right, grilled cheese!!! 3 cheeses to be exact! Might not be a big deal to you, but I'm allergic to cheese and yeast. And boy did I like it!

Snow is still on the ground. It's still cold, but I do enjoy seeing the white stuff. Oh, and everyone up here is very excited that it's getting to 70 on Sunday, only to dip back to the 40's on Monday. Please people, give us 80s all week long, then we can start rejoicing!

Creating havoc

2009-03-01T18:22:00.002-05:00

It snowed again last night. And there is a valid chance of snow tonight. I'm a bit concerned that these chances are similar to the afternoon summer storms promised in Central Florida. It often smells like rain, but does it happen? Well, it all depends on your immediate access to your one umbrella. I always kept mine in the car. Logical, I know. Except when in the house and it's pouring outside and you need to get a couple of eggs to finish the brownies you already started. Not bitter. Promise.

Well, we want snow. We want those 5-6 inches that are being promised. We want them bad. So, I'm calling on you, sweet readers. I've learned of a means to make it happen. Tonight wear you pjs inside out. It's almost as sure to bring snow as washing your car is to bring those summer storms.

Please help a girl out. Wear your pjs a little differently tonight. Just for me. Oh, and all the other people here in Maryland. We'll love you for it!!

Drooling permitted

2009-02-24T15:46:00.003-05:00

Last week, some co-workers and I ventured to Little It'ly. Please, do not attempt to say that word unless you plan to leave out the "a". Seriously, you must know how to say it correctly here in Bal'more. I know, no "ti" there either! With all those adjustments to the vernacular, can't you imagine the reaction when I throw a "ya'll" out there every once in a while!? Chaos!!!

While in the heavily Italian area of town, we hit 2 fab restuarants - Amicci's - for their $10 entree night. It was quite fun with good food, great conversation and quite tasty Meatballs and Linguini. That was my delicious choice. Upon the completion of our meal we trekked 1.5 blocks to Vacarros. If I visit a city, and am able to get around, I always go online to find out where people recommend as eateries. Correction, I always find cheap and good places to eat. Back in September, I found a Southern Living article that talked about Vacarros -- an Italian Bakery in the heart of, say it with me now, Little It'ly. Vacarros offers a Monday night special - for just $15.50 you can indulge yourself in the ALL YOU CAN EAT & drink desserts!!! OMG! I was salivating just thinking about it.

So, we hiked over just to take a look, but the sweet toasty smell of coffee lured us to have a seat. And sit we did! While we didn't indulge in the AYCE heavenly delights, we did have a few yummy treats:

Here is "Cream Puff Heaven" - 5 cream puffs (each the size of a baseball) with hot fudge sauce and real whipped cream. Now, their eclairs were about 9" long and 4" wide -- the baseball sized cream puff sufficed!

This is a quarter of a Belgain waffle with vanilla gelato, wet walnuts, strawberries and real whipped cream. That thing didn't really start to melt until we were leaving about 1 hour later!

Awww, the cannolis - I'll be honest, I'm not a cannoli fan. They just taste funny. But these were AWESOME!!! They put just a smidgen of cinnamon in the filling. Now there were 3 mini's -- one with a plain shell, one with the chocolate filling, and one shell dipped in chocolate. YUMMO!

Now I just had a cup of coffee with my sweet treats, but Erin lived on the diabetic edge with the Hot Chocolate. TO Die FOR!!! That is real whipped cream, people. I know, I keep noting it, but you don't understand. It wasn't just some fluff from the can with Uncle Hershel going crazy. No, no. It was full, thick, heavy cream -- swirled -- on top -- again and again. DELISH! And it just melted into the Hot Chocolate for a delightful treat!

So, with great pleasure and sacrifice, I am willing, that should you come and visit, I will take you to Vacarros. I know, I'm giving. Giving of my time, my tastes, my waistline. What can I say? I'm that kind of girl!!!

US Botanical Gardens

2009-02-12T22:23:00.002-05:00

This little known "attraction" in the US Capital provided great memories while living in DC during college. I had an internship one summer. While working in hose, pumps and business wear during the week, I got to explore the city each weekend. I found so many things that made me just fall in love with the city. The US Botanical Garden was one of my favorite finds.

Last Saturday, I took 2 pre-teens with me to the DC. I wanted to waste some time before heading to the Capitol for our tour. I hoped they weren't going to hate it ... they loved it! Both have recently received cameras and they went crazy. I lent mine out to one who had forgotten theirs. Here are the pictures he took in the garden.

And We're Back

2009-02-10T16:29:00.004-05:00

I'm not really enjoying this Winter stuff anymore.

I mean, could we have just 1 week of sunshine one of these days? Last week we had 3 days, it was glorious! Sadly, it's back to cloudy now. And the groundhog has pronounced 6 more weeks of winter. In Florida, I couldn't care less .... up here? I'm crying myself to sleep on my huge pillow. See, here's my car, the ice-cube. Which took 1 hour to recover.

In the midst of the sunshine I ventured to DC on Saturday -- it was awesome! I took some kids I know and we had a great time. N took loads of pics on my camera, but I've left it at home today. Pictures will be posted ASAP.

The big news up here is that we have a new library. Oooooo -- new books, videos, checkout system. All kinds of fun stuff. As I looking for a cool book on tape (trying to find something other than my Jane Austen standards) I saw a CD available .....

I know -- "Al Gore, the Ass" -- It makes me laugh every time!!!

Speaking of making me laugh.... is this not the ugliest doll you've ever seen? A little friend of mine -- Julianna, calls it "boy". She lovingly plays with it and enjoys dressing it up, but c'mon! I do mimic the look with my crazy hair and bugeyed look. It's quite fashionable!

I'm becoming more and more aware of the need for grace in my world -- with myself and others -- whether I need to apologize or to just admit I need help. To acknowledge my need for Christ in each and every aspect of my life ... it's a hard claim to make in the midst of our world. Oh, but so true. But, God is good and sticks to his promises, and even when I'm not faithful, he so graciously is.

Have a very Happy Valentine's Day!

Young Explorers

2009-02-03T12:18:00.005-05:00

For my younger readers.... it's been snowing lately, and as I was leaving my house the other day I spotted evidence of visitors. Not the ones who might bring flowers or chocolates but other types of surprises.

But, I need help. I'm not sure what kind of animals they were. Could my young readers help me out by determining what animals were at my house?

Now, the big ones are my feet -- but those other ones were not there when I got home at night. The next morning they appeared!

What do you think they were? Let me know!

My Xmas Trip

2009-01-26T17:06:00.005-05:00

My Christmas trip was full of fun and extra surprises!

First, I flew into Orlando and was picked up by D and K. My sis-in-law was in search of a toy for Christmas, so we headed to Downtown Disney. Such fun! Even at 50 degrees -- for Florida, chilly! Here's K in the Village! We had a blast together.

We headed to G-ville for fun, movies, shopping, dinner, shopping, colds, and sleep. Christmas was super, fun gifts, blessed times and a great deal of shorts and flipflops! Too many got sick, you might have been one yourself. But, with a ride from my mom to Orlando, I got to stop and see my sweet friend, Karen at her work. It was such fun to see her. It was short, but good.

I headed to the G's. We partied, shopped, laughed, played the card game and just spent time together. Tried to post a good photo, but it won't load. It was so great to see them and spend time at Owood for church on Sunday. Loved it! It's been hard up here, the worship isn't the same, the styles are different, and it makes me miss OPC alot each Sunday. And to be there and worship - for real, for the first time in a long while was sweet beyond words.

From there had lunch with my bro and wife - D & M. Got a nice wind chime from them. Am afraid the wind will take it down, but am ambitious to have it up longer than 3 days! Headed for a few days with the J's. Delivered cookies, went shopping (4 times at Publix in 8 days -- nice!!!), laughed, talked, watched movies, ate yummo food - thanks KJ!! And had a great restful time. And let's just say that when people are off, they don't want to be seen where they work, thus explaining those who picked me up one day!

I had one last lunch with the M's. They did vow to disown me if I didn't visit while in town. Next time, staying at their house! Promise. And with a swift DM ride to the airport, I was gone out of the land of shorts and sandals.

Here's a picture of my friend A and her 2 kids. T was taking the picture. A & I have been friends for over 30 years. What is up with that?!?!

Phew, I feel like I've stormed through a whole month of excitement. Well, not a whole month, but loads. Will get back into the groove of things soon.

But, for my celeb gossip friends: get ready for Dr. Carter to return to ER; can't believe Katarina and Maksim are engaged (DWTS); and am really excited to see the new Nathan Fillion series on ABC. Oh, and if you haven't seen Slumdog Millionaire -- go see it. It is worth it and it is awesome. It called to my heart to go to India and love on some kids. Powerful. Oh, and by the way, if I see another Hallmark commercial and it makes me cry, why I oughta! D - it made me think of you!! You know who you are, crying cryerson!

Big Day. Big DAY!

2009-01-19T11:50:00.004-05:00

Only have 10 minutes to type as we are getting out early today. That's because it's snowing!!! I know, how terribly exciting!

So, there is so much to be said. I've been in a bit of a funk lately. I think I always get this way after the holidays and the New Year. I can't make resolutions with the fear of failure. But, I do think about what resolutions I'd make. Also, I come to grips with the reality that it's another year and I'm still single. Most days I don't mind, but every now and then it creeps up on me and I ponder what is going on. I'm doing alright at the moment and constantly remind myself that I'm right where God wants me to be. And am learning to be OK where he wants me to be!

Tomorrow is the Inauguration of our 44th President. It's big -- especially up here. Had thought about going, but it's going to be crazy. Loads of people, way too much traffic and lots of chaos. Oh, and it's cold. On Saturday it was 3 degrees in the morning. Yeowzers! I went to IKEA anyways. I'm that dedicated. I'll be honest, regarding Obama, I'm a bit scared. I don't know where our country will go, I don't know what plans he really has for change. I hope my fears are unfounded and don't actualize. I am praying for God's continual leadership and protection for our by Tuesday, Jan 20, 12pm President. And again, I'm reminded that he's just where God wants him, and our country, to be.

My job is going along smoothly, but I think I need to shake it up a bit. Try some new things, take some risks, enact more change. It is scary, and I don't like doing it, but I must. I must put myself out there and really have some confidence that I can take chances. I can provide opportunities for the kids to do big things and make a difference in our world. Will keep you posted on those plans.

Did I mention it's snowing?!?! Next time, will give a shout out to my Xmas fun. I haven't reported on it, but it was great!

2009 -- what a way to start a year!

2009-01-09T14:44:00.002-05:00

Here goes -- the first post of 2009 ---

GOOOOOOOOO GATORS!!!

How cool was that game last night!?! I'm so excited and am trying to keep my obnoxious "booya's!" to a minimum. I almost went into the office today just to taunt people. But, I'll refrain my eagerness and keep the celebration to a minimum .... all building up for Sunday when I kick open the door at church and taunt all the Ravens fans who might or might not win tomorrow.

This past week I was in Nashville for a Children's Pastors Conference. It was our first real break from ministry since the Summer. Mind you, we continued taking emails, writing curriculum, planning activies, but it was an overall beneficial time. Did get to learn a great bit about writing curriculum and story telling for kiddos. I have to remind myself that I don't have to implement all the ideas right away, but can slowly begin to incorporate them into my plans.

I also learned some stuff about kids and service projects. Our church's motto is "Healing, Renewal and Peace." So, we can realize that we've obtained healing and renewal from Jesus and that he provides peace. But, our peace isn't complete unless all around us are in peace with God, the world and others. My question has been, "How do our kids project and create situations of healing, renewal and peace?" Hopefully these lessons learned will provide guidance for the ministry.

But, the super fun of the week long adventure was getting to see my old friends A & T with their little ones. A and I were little ones together in the nursery down in South Fl. We then went through all grades at the same school. T came to our school in Middle School and we've all grown up together. It's so odd to see friends from so long ago here with their own 3 and almost 2 year old. We all "wandered" - the kids ran - around the Gaylord Opryland Resort -- in which each room has their own zip code. It was just a thrill to see them. Will post pictures ASAP!

Alright, dear reader, I'm off to Costco. I've not been for about 2 months -- I know, tragedy in its own merit. But, a sale is to be had. Oh, other sale news -- check this one out for envy value:

From Talbots outlet for a total of $67
4 Merino Wood layering sweaters -- they can be washed in the machine!!!
1 Pima Cotton Pink longsleeve shirt
1 Red silk cardigan with lace at the bottom
1 Royal blue with sequins and beading cocktail dress -- HELLO!! Orginially $200 got it for $15!!!

Yowzers! Top that!

Oh, GOOOOOO GATORS!!! Gator Nation!

Parties waiting to happen

2008-12-31T17:49:00.002-05:00

I'm a bit distracted today. A new year is starting tomorrow. I've just returned from a week away. I'm supposed to be writing lessons. All I can think about is a party.

A dear man from OPC has gone home. Ken Bradley has been in a cancer struggle for over 7 years. He's been fighting and suffering as his body has deteriorated. His family has been with him praying and waiting. And now, he's restored. He's walking with a healed body. He's breathing with healthy clear lungs. He's in a state of no pain. He's looking into the eyes of his Savior and seeing the depth of love held for him there.

And in heaven Ken is partying like never before. What a way to start a new year -- walking streets of gold, seeing the saints who have gone before, knowing that it was real and worth it. And being completely convinced of God's faithfulness.

We're not alone. That sweet Savior has left his best friend to abide with us; and the Holy Spirit is willing to comfort, assure and provide us with hope.

Dear Bradley family -- take heart. God is near. Heaven is rejoicing and crying at the same time for you.

"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." Psalm 116:15. That's a party I'd like to see.

Sunny Florida

2008-12-23T23:05:00.003-05:00

I'm here, and I'm lovin' every minute of it!!!

Florida has welcomed me with open arms, friends. Mind you it was about 55 when I got here and we had to wear our scarves to Downtown Disney. But, I'm able to overlook that as I wore my shorts and flipflops today.

Hanging out with my nephews - 21 & 17 and my niece - 8 has been a hoot. The boys were about the girl's age when I was last living here. It's hilarious to find them enjoying time with Aunt Debby even though they block me on Facebook. Whatever. I'm not bitter. Well, I think I've mentioned it before on previous posts ... perhaps I am bitter! What's even more interesting is seeing the little one's new found intrigue in Aunt Debby. She's started to communicate beautifully after years of struggle and it's awesome. We went shopping today for family Christmas gifts. At the end of our adventures (you always know one is going to happen!) she says to me, "You're more fun than mom. You do fun stuff!" I did remind her of a mother's unending love, so the correct perspective was set in place. And then the boys and I giggled our way through "Napoleon Dynamite!!"

I'll be at OPC (yeah you know me) on the 28th. It's strange being back at a place where you know you're loved and your heart feels safe. The other day S asked me if I finally felt like I've gotten connected in Maryland and if this is where I'm supposed to be. I told her I just wanted to be where God sends me. My mom doesn't call me her bohemian flower child for nothing. Besides, it took me 3 years to feel I was supposed to be in Orlando. Truth be told, I'm missing Maryland. Maybe it's the adventure that calls to my heart to be where God takes me.

Total side note -- the other day we were traveling to Valley View Farms where a fantastic store of Christmas decor can be found. Along the country roads and tiny towns we were looking at Christmas lights. I gazed into one house and saw just a pole with lights on it.... it was a FESTIVUS pole!!! Festivus - for the rest of us! Anyone up for the feats of strength? Anyone?

Things not found in Florida

2008-12-16T14:36:00.003-05:00

As I was driving to work this morning, I realized I was seeing something I never saw in the Sunshine State. Freezing rain was coming down. I could hear it hitting the ground and window sills as I was getting ready today, but when I walked outside it was a new sensation. See, the ice, as small bits of rain, dropped on my head. I didn't get wet, but it landed, melted and made the roads slick. I walked across the street for my mail and didn't have a bit of water on me. It was amazing!!!

In that vain, I wanted to bring to your attention some other things I've never seen in Florida. It's quite interesting if I do say so myself.

The grocery store which is the easiest to get to is called Martin's. It's alright. It ain't Publix by a long shot. But, they do have a fun feature which draws me in:

The hand-held scanner is super cool. It's like registering for wedding presents but getting them instantly! And you have to pay for them, but it's so cool! If I work it right, I remember to bring my reusable Publix bags to add into the fun. You simply shop, scan it all in, bag it in your cart, and then you check out at an "easy scan" lane and get out of there in a jiffy! Of course, it never is a jiffy when I shop because I find too many interesting items. Like this one:

A new meaning behind crabcakes!!! Marylanders are very proud of their crabs and crab cakes. This just isn't the type that everyone is so eager to make sure I try and enjoy. I've had the real ones. They're alright. This just made me laugh.

My final observation really sent me over the edge. Just before Thanksgiving I found the sculpted Turkey. And to carry on the tradition, here's the tree:

Exactly. Sculpted out of BUTTER!!! I thought that only happened in Wisconson - the dairy capital. But, you can find your very own Christmas tree ... in the dairy aisle of your local grocer.

Next week, I'll be in Florida, going to Publix at least 4 times!!! And oddly, that's almost as exciting as presents. Strange.

If I don't post before -- Have a very Merry Christmas. Remember the sweet, dear love that God has for you and shows to us in the birth of his precious son. He's here to be an tangible representation of that unending, never changing love for you. That's some Good News!

For your enjoyment ....

2008-12-11T14:50:00.004-05:00

So, I was in a bit of a mood yesterday. Two 3-year-olds asked me to put my hair in pig-tails -- how can one say no to that?!!? And, it was TJ2's b-day. In Orlando, there were some families where the kids became my "nieces and nephews." And in the process of being family over the past 9 years, I got to spread some cheer in a special way each birthday.

This was for TJ2's b-day. You know you're special when you get a video like this. It's the same from Facebook, but not all of my cool friends are on FB, so here's a special viewing just for you....

Enjoy:

Welcome to the 2000's, Mr. Banks

2008-12-05T13:15:00.004-05:00

Living in the country is fun until it comes to the Internet. Every company I've called has said I'm too far from the server station. Grrrrrrrrr

Today, I have ventured into a new era by having an iPhone to use!! That is correct... This is being written by my thumbs and pointer finger on a touch pad. Not too shabby. So, I have a new cell number 410-292-3336.

I have been setting up my Christmas décor today. As I put up my 3 different nativities, all I can do is wonder at this little baby coming to be a king and Savior for his people. We are so blessed and loved to have been given such a sweet gift. Even looking at my 1.5" plastic nativity brings tears to my eyes.

On my kitchen window sill -- the angel is balancing on my screen's rim! This was my grandma's.

My latest addition, sitting on my desk. That is one big sheep!

We serve a good God.

He sends us Jesus and Internet service. What more could we ask for?

Down for the count

2008-12-02T13:30:00.003-05:00

I've been sick. I know, I'm a bit of a hypochondriac. But, I'm really sick this time. I've got the cold of death. The congestion, the sneezing, the aches, the pains, the need for more sleep and lack thereof, and the reality that I have too much to do is settling in for the winter!!!

Last week, while off for Thanksgiving, I got to orchestrate the Christmas Decorating at CPC. I know, I should have been sleeping. But, I was here, at work, not off, during my vacation!!! ARGH. It does look nice. But, after decorating 7 trees, I don't think I'm going to do my own. And I love my ornament vomited Christmas tree. It is pretty and festive. And sometimes, just to be happy, I bring down my ornament box early just to look at all my pretty ones. I know, it is a little bit odd... but those little things are often needed to put the smile on your face.

On Thanksgiving, my co-worker/friend Erin and I headed on a tour de force of Thanksgiving dinners. I started at my friend Sundee's house, eating b-fast and helping cut up the crudites. (I'm in an odd/big word mood, use a dictionary if needed!) As they began to eat at 1:45, I was waiting for Erin to arrive for our next stop. But, I got really sleepy and the cold started to take a drowsy grip on my body. I headed home for a nap -- before any turkey was consummed! Erin came to my house as I napped and did my dishes. She needed some cathartic therapy and doing the dishes helps. HELLO!!!! Any time anyone needs to relieve stress by doing dishes -- you call me up and I will help you with that!!!

We headed to house #2 and enjoyed homemade Kahlua -- getting that recipe to share! They were so kind and graciuos to hear our silly stories and feed us delish food. Off to house #3 by 5pm. At AM's house, we enjoyed the spread of spreads - for 8 of us, there was enough food for 15 -- at least! I had made Sweet Potato Casserole (Senator Russells for those in the know) and sweet potatoes with marshmallows. The one with the pecans won out! It was all so good, but having eaten at 3:30 at #2, eating at 5:30 at #3 was a bit much. Howdy, heartburn! Pleased to meet you! To fill out the evening, we headed back to Sundee's for the post indulgence drink and dessert. It was such fun.

Now, I'm in death throws concerning this cold and our upcoming play. We're performing the Christmas Schooner -- a musical about the tradition of Christmas trees coming to America. It's really fun, really good, but really hard work. I totally forgot how much work goes into these productions. But, I get to get a bamboozler, so what more in life is there? I asked the director, "Am I basically the 'Master of House' character for the play?" Yes I am!!!! How cool is that!?!?

Alright -- off to have the school nurse take my temperture -- too concerned it's turning for the worse.

Under Pressure

2008-11-18T16:29:00.002-05:00

I have a problem.

You all know that I really like who God has made me to be. I love what he has done in my world, through my world, for my world. I love that this laughter factor is part of what he envisioned for me to be. I love how I think about things, how he shows up in random places, how Jesus whispers in his father's ear over and over, "She's one to love! I died for her, she's my sister." I love that he's used me in so many ways and not just by my actions, but who I am affects people -- for good things!

And yet, even when I know I am exactly who God wants me to be -- all the while molding me to be more like Jesus -- I doubt that and act otherwise. Some friends up here are trying to set me up with men they know. And having given them the permission to pass along the info on my blog, my awareness that they might be reading this is causing me to act differently. I'm fearful to be as funny. I'm cautious to not be edgy. I'm not acting like the Debby I was made to be. Really, I don't trust what God has done is a good thing. I'm more willing to listen to Satan's lies that God isn't really interested in making me something that brings him glory -- so I have to change in order to make me "better." As Mr. Proko used to say, "That's a lie from the pit of hell!" Everybody, now, let's say it together! Straight from the pit of hell!

In the same nature, this past weekend I realized another lie I tell myself. While attending the PCA's CE&P conference in Hotlanta - yes I was there, no I didn't call my dear Smith friends, yes I'm terribly sorry - we heard Anthony Bradley rock it out in a talk about teens and the church. One major point of his talk is the pressure that we place on teens: to be the best in their class (only one person can be the best), to have a certain job/major (wouldn't it be more honoring to God to let the kid pick the job/degree that best suits what God has made them to be), to demand so much of a child that they lose a kingdom perspective (you must do sports, you must do extra-curricular, you must be with the rights kids, you really have no time to engage with kids who need Jesus). It dawned on me: do I have this idea that I must have my house to look a certain way before I can have people over? Do I put such unneccessary pressure on myself that I cease from letting people come over to be loved? Is my pride really the limitation of my kingdom impact? It is.

We all want to be accepted by others. Jesus spoke to this in John 5:43-44 "For I have come to you in my Father’s name, and you have rejected me. Yet if others come in their own name, you gladly welcome them. No wonder you can’t believe! For you gladly honor each other, but you don’t care about the honor that comes from the one who alone is God." -- We want the praise from others rather than the praise from the One who made us exactly how he wants us to be. And we limit ourselves to reach out to others because of our desire for their approval.

I'm sorry, dear readers, for limiting the fun, the joy, the entertainment of what God has given me.

I'm sorry, newly found Maryland friends, for not letting you just come on over into my world simply because I got junk laying around.

I'm sorry, possibly potential dates, for not being real or all that God has made me to be. Perhaps you should disregard the last few posts -- they were written with hesitation. I will make every attempt to impress. Who am I kidding!??! I can't make it happen...it just does.

PS -- it snowed yesterday as I was driving home! It snowed in a place where I live!!! It was awesome!!! Not so awesome was having to scrap the ice off my window after DWTS. Off to purchase a real scrapper so I don't have to rely on my driver's license to handle the job each time!

Henry

2008-11-17T14:10:00.002-05:00

Ok, you tell me -- is he cute or is he cute?!!?

The Fairy Godmother -- finding new meaning

2008-11-09T19:46:00.003-05:00

When I was in high school, we performed Cinderella and I got to play the Fairy Godmother. I wore this 20 pound dress with glitter in my hair. I started the show and scared some people right out of their chairs. I got to live a dream of "creating" special moments for people. It was awesome!!

On Sunday, I was privileged to "sponsor" my godson, Henry. His baptism, or paptism as the bulletin called it, was scheduled this week because I was able to be here. So, I'm in Hot-lanta watching a precious baby be loved on by 2 grandmas, 1 step-grandma, and 1 90-year-old great grandma. Let me tell you, the fight between these women to love on that baby -- hilarious! They tease, taunt, and stab like momma monkeys fighting in the jungle to pick the nits off others backs. And the grandpas just tear up to see the second round of their lines prospering. (And all were cheering for the Gators -- we train them early!)

About 12 months ago, while pregnant, C & E asked me to be their baby's godparent. I really wasn't sure what that meant. But, I agreed ... having known C since the 3rd grade, we've been bff for over 20 years, I knew that I wanted to be involved with this soon to come child. And now, he's here. Man, is he cute!!! I know, you think I'm bias (and I don't have my camera cord to upload some pics, but I will.) C actually said, "I'm trying to be objective, but I still think he is a cute baby." It isn't surprising that the g-ma's were so crazy over him.

While at church on Sunday, the baptism took place and we were charged with raising this child to know who God is, know what Jesus has done (and still does), and how the Spirit will continue to act in his world. And as godmother, I am charged with guiding him spiritually alongside his parents. I'm to remind Henry of the covenantal promises of God. And I can't imagine anything more special. Now, as I sit with the little one and read part of his "Jesus Storybook Bible," I'm living the dream.

Oh, and he is cute!!!! Those little cheeks, the attentive eyes, the intelligent actions ... nope, not bias at all!!!

My 33rd Birthday on 11/3

2008-11-04T16:13:00.003-05:00

60 Facebook greetings
12 Greeting Cards
9 Phone calls
5 Birthday cakes
3 Serenades
1 Balloon
32 Birthdays in Florida
900 Miles from home

Knowing I'm loved? You guessed it -- Priceless.

Children - our hope, our future, ourselves

2008-10-29T16:39:00.006-04:00

On Monday I went to DC ... to hang out with Florida Friends!!! The G's were in town because Dr. J ran a marathon. I know -- crazy!!! But, he rocked it out and made a reason that I got to see sweet friends in a city I love. And it was awe --- wait for it --- some! And more....

Here's my story:

I get to DC with the Metro which I thoroughly enjoy. To be honest, I might even consider moving somewhere just to ride the train everyday. I think it's a brilliant mode of transportation, and I think I've been a closet environmentalist all my life with the desire to ride mass transit. I made my mom ride the bus in Vancouver to get to a museum (at which I happened upon a nudist beach, but why would that not occur in my world?) It was the first time she was ever on mass transit. As I exited the train station in DC I noticed 2 Middle Eastern men walking with great intent, one on the cell phone. I thought, "What are they up to?"

Ignoring the men, I turned in the wrong direction. Making a u-turn because I went towards the Mall rather than the museum, I hear JG's voice. He was talking to the Middle Eastern men!! Yep, I had suspected a my friend's running buddy of being a terrorist. Worse than that ... I had met him before. Hello, goob!!! And then his brother started hitting on me. Have I told you that for some reason up North I'm hip? In Florida, not so much, but up here, the men flock to me.

After N's running hug and group squeezes we head to the Holocaust Museum. I've been to DC numerous times, have lived there one summer and can tell you where most museums are. However, I've purposely never gone to the Holocaust Museum. With relatives having died in Russia for being Jewish, I just didn't want to bring to mind the severity again. I have a pretty active imagination and have garnered many a vision as to what happened in WW2. I didn't need more. But, the museum is well worth it. We went through the children portion and then to the adults.

M has just turned 8. She has always been a deep thinker and we have very interesting conversations. While we were in the adult section of the museum she became quite upset:

M: I don't like this. I feel very afraid and sad. Those Nazi's were mean.
D: You should feel sad. People were really hurt back then.
M: Yeah, but he was just a bad ruler.
D: He was. But, who is our great Ruler?
M: Jesus.
D: Right. So, when you're upset by people being hurt, use those feelings to turn and pray for the ones being hurt to be comforted. And pray for the ones hurting others that God would save them.
M: But, my praying won't save them.
D: Oh, M. You know your prayers are heard by God and are sweet incense to his nose? When we pray it reminds his heart to find and save those people.

M immediately excused herself and stood by the wall. She started praying. When finished, we continued through the museum. She was frustrated that people weren't liked because of how God made them. We talked about how we are made in God's image and that Hitler didn't believe that about all people. She prayed again. Right in the middle of everyone.

We talked about the Torah, the Jews who were harmed, the conditions they lived in, the way they were transported. We walked through the barracks, the train, the rooms full of shoes. We looked at 100's of pictures from Lithuania. We shared how people helped others and that we can help others. We realized that there are people today being hurt in the same manner that the Nazi's were harming people.

By the end, N & M were with me and we made it to the Hall of Reflection and Remembrance. We found a little cove to sit and talk. Once N stopped exclaiming how cool the room was with all its candles, I suggested that we pray for people being hurt and harmed in our world. And that we pray for people hurting others that God would save them and change their hearts. N announced that he would pray first. Silently he bowed his almost five year old head and prayed. M then prayed. And with tears in my eyes I realized that these were kids I loved dearly. But, what I really loved was that they knew they could talk to their Father in heaven and he would hear them. He would listen to their little hearts with great interest and joy. And that he would act because of their prayers.

While in the musuem, I saw a doorframe used in a synagogue to hide the Ark of the Covenant. I was going to quiz M, so I said, "Do you remember what was in the ark?" N pipes up and says, "Ya, there were animals, and hay, and I made it!"

It was such a great time with laughs, hugs, tears, and a reminder of how we truly can impact kids. Love you G's! Thanks for letting me hang out with you.

The moments that matter

2008-10-21T14:41:00.004-04:00

This weekend, I traveled to Lancaster, PA for a women's retreat. Let me be honest, I'm often scared of these things. I know, it doesn't seem possible, but go with me... there is loads of pressure to be the funny one, or to be the spiritual one, or to do some thing about the hotel because of my travel industry experience. When Sundee said she had signed me up, I wasn't too sure I wanted to attend. She then informed me that I got to help in leading worship, and what else could I do but go?

Leaving on Friday to head to PA began with these words, "You can't expect much from me this weekend. I'm too tired and worn out to make any effort in entertaining people." Elizabeth and Sundee were ok with that. They helped in the entertainment factor and made me laugh endlessly. During our first session on Sat AM, the speaker noted that her prayers for us were, "That you'll laugh until you cry, cry until you laugh and have that women's retreat that you've always wanted." From imagining roadsigns, seeing hot air balloons (check out the flame in the basket!), and looking for wee/little people we laughed -- alot!!! Surprise!

About 1 mile from our hotel was a haven of comfort and good food -- Cracker Barrell. You have to remember that CB was about 1 mile from the condo in O-town. The closest one to my current residence is 45 minutes!!! WHAT!?! Argh. We took advantage of the close proximity of that country store and dined there multiple times!

While eating dinner on Friday Wendy was our waitress. She was quite a sport and joked with us and enjoyed our laughter. And then we told her why we were in the area. "A women's retreat from a church? I've been having a lot of faith questions lately, maybe I should join you." Excuse me? Does that ever really happen? I tell you, the Spirit is pulling on her heart strings. One of the ladies gave Wendy her card, and I wrote my name and email on the back. She's trying to move to Baltimore to become a police officer. We assured her, if she moved here, we'd get her connected. It was such a beautiful exchange of love amongst strangers. The six of us dining together were privileged to observe someone needing love and being able to provide it. The next day, we returned to CB for lunch and got to see Wendy again. We again told her to let us know if she's in town.

There are moments in all our worlds when we get to love. And too often we pass them by because it interferes with our time and needs. But, those little acts of love are just bold non-verbal presentations of the Gospel. I hope we hear from Wendy. She needed love and we had love to give. Where's your Wendy? Who can you love in the midst of your day? It takes people back when I ask them about their day. Especially when it is 8pm at Walmart on Saturday. I know those people would rather be somewhere else, but they are working so I can go to the store. Or they are working on a holiday, or they have to pick up the trash at a restaurant. Or they are a waitress at CB just needing a good laugh to remind them of the sweet goodness of God.

I think this will be a retreat that we'll remember for life. Of course, it didn't help that on the way home we passed a just-hit deer which turned its head and looked at us!!!! Seriously!

PS. Thanks to Jim and Kim for teaching me how to interact with wait-staff. Thanks to Carol and Jim for trying to come and see me this weekend. And three cheers for JG as he prepares for the big race .... can't wait to see the fam in DC!

Signs of fall and other things

2008-10-14T16:58:00.003-04:00

Enjoy a few pictures I've taken ....

Some mums that were planted to supplement my previous post. This is only a medium sized one at about 2 feet across.

I was out walking the other day because the lovely roosters were having a crow-off outside my windows at 3pm on Sunday. Guess who didn't get a nap on Sunday?!?! Yeah! ME! That might explain why I'm so punchy this week. Hmmmm, must fit one in soon. Anywho, I went for a walk along the streets I live near. Lined with horse farms, the landscape is beautiful and full of horses just waiting for the paparazzi... that's me! This horse came right up the fence and just stood there until my photos were completed. How kind!

I live on the northern end of a resevior and this is the along my way to work. I had to stop, trapse down the bank and take some photos. I've been told this is only the beginning of the leaves changing color. Will keep you updated!

We are having a mouse problem here at church. We are in the country and as it gets cold mice need somewhere to stay as well as easily find food. So they come into our building. As we strive to bring peace to our neighborhoods, I found it only right and good to provide somewhere for the mice to stay....

I hear there are plans for even larger spaces for the mice to congregate: a village, a condo, perhaps with a security guard. Maggie, send up the sponges, they need some help cleaning!!!

My abode

2008-10-10T14:42:00.004-04:00

The blogging natives are getting restless, so I'm posting some pics of my home.

Here is the property I live in as I turn into my driveway. I live in that house in the back, behind the trees. If you look closely you can see my car tucked behind the barn.

Pumpkins and gourds I got fresh from the farms! The big green one is called a "Swan Gourd" and I love it!

Here is some of my fall decor. My mom came to visit last weekend, so I figured I needed to get things set up.

Yesterday, I needed to take a break, so I stayed home and did some Debby fun -- went to Michael's, to Chick-fil-A (with my coupons!), to Baughers -- a farm where I got the little gourds, and found a woman's farm selling the swan gourds and big pumpkins. She was from Denmark. We had a great conversation about the purpose of church, how we need to be real in the midst of people, and about loving other people. I'm having these types of conversations with so many people up here. They can't believe that I work for a church and that I'd move up here just for a job. But, they are giving me great confirmation as to following where God has taken me. I keep hearing, "With your personality, it's a great fit." I knew that before, but I always thought it was either just in my head, or a slight side benefit. God is good -- changing this heart all the time!

Here is a video of the chickens at my house. And, while I pronounce it wrong a couple of times, the rooster has hackles. I've found my synapses are not firing on all cylinders these days. Am going in for a blood test ASAP -- seriously, I'm not running as normal. Enjoy the chickens!

Freezing - Florida Style

2008-10-08T14:26:00.003-04:00

I'm not sure if you know this, being that most of you are still in the upper 80's, it's getting cold up here! This morning it was 54 degrees outside my window. As you might expect, I have no idea what to do in the winter months. It doesn't help that I'm cheap, frugal, tight-fisted, whatever you want to call it, Debby doesn't like to spend money! I'm refusing to turn on the heat for those few moments of using the bathroom in the middle of the freezing night and the quick change in and out of the shower. Please, water, warm up faster, I too cold under your freezing streams!

As such, I ventured to Home Depot to find for myself a space heater. I figured I could make it work for the few moments of chill that hit my body. And at the Depot of all Home things, I found Dave. Poor Dave. He was not anticipating dealing with me and my non-northern information quest. He did not think that when he arrived at work he would have to answer a barrage of inquiries on where I can put a heater, how often can I use the heater, what is the best type of heater to use. But, help me he did. I have purchased my first heating element ever!!! I know, big move -- $40 later!

Once home - which I will post pictures of soon, it looks so cute with my fall decor - I started talking to my PN (Professional Neighbor aka. my landlord) about what I could do to increase the heat in my house. Here's what I found out, hope it helps, and hope it makes you grateful if you live in the warmer zones!

1. Put down the storm windows. Who knew these things existed? I had to push up the screen and bring down the storm panes. Come to find out I have 2 extra panes of windows. I have some nicks from the window latch struggle, but I did conquer all 3 of them.

2. Put the shades down at night. In the summer, we put the shades down in the day time to keep out the heat. Now, I put them up in the AM and down in the PM. Debby doesn't really like a lot of prep to get things ready each day, but if it can keep my little toes toasty -- have at it!

3. Close the window in the attic! Oops!! Didn't realize that it wasn't a good idea when I put it down last week. Might be why I felt as if the frozen tundra of the north had come my way.

So, the chill is in the air, the mums (I have pics on my camera at home!) are blooming, the leaves are starting to change (Mom missed them by a week), and I'm carving a pumpkin on Saturday. Fall has arrived. And as my father would have said, "Put on a sweater and suck it up!"

How to pay $1 for a seat behind the dugout...

2008-09-28T09:45:00.006-04:00

The Baltimore Orioles are quite a piece of nostalgia for people here. They love the Cal Ripken connection, Camden Yards, and the hope that they'll return to the playoffs -- hasn't happened for about 20 years. I wanted to take part of those feelings, so my friends and I decided to head to a baseball game. Also spurring that excitement is that $1 tickets were being offered for all home games in September! Being a cheap-o, $1 is my kinda ticket!

So, co-workers E & K traveled with me to the game.

We got there about 90 minutes before game time and had a chance to meander around. Now, think about where you might get to sit for $1. You thinking high? Go higher! We were about 15 rows from the top of the stadium. (There I am at the top of the stadium making "WOW" fingers!) Lightbulb changers were the only ones higher. Knowing we'd be closer to heaven, I decided to talk with some of the ushers to see how we could amend that situation. I found Wojo -- he was sitting at the entrance of the elevator that would get us to our proper seats. He was talking with Mike - the Supervisor!!

I calmly asked, "How many people are coming to the game today?" 14,900. "How many can the stadium hold?" 49,000. hmmmmm...

"What's it take for us to get seats closer than the rafters?" Mike proceeded to let us know that come the 2nd inning, we could come and find him and he'd help us with getting better seats. He did mention that we'd be right of first base.

So, when the 2nd inning started, we left the upper-upper decks and went to find Mike. Having him called on the radio by other ushers, noting we were his personal friends, he led us to our new seats. We expected to be closer - to not think the players are just ants, or midgets as Wojo called them. But, there goes Mike, heading down the stairs right in front of first base. And then he talks to people behind the dugout and motions us down. He gets us seats 3 rows behind the O's dugout!!! What is that about?!!? E & K have pictures -- will post one once I get them.

We sat and enjoyed our lovely views. (Check out the picture, of course, that was during the 8th inning, and most had left!) And then started chatting up with those around us. Come to find out, one of them worked for Exxon Mobile -- he was there with some vendors, from India and Pakistan. I'll be honest, we all thought they were arms dealers. Alas, they were just gas station owners. And having begun conversations with our row mates, they offered to have Exxon/Mobile buy us pretzels. Wow!!! Were they tasty. And that might answer any questions one has regarding where the billions earned by big oil goes to -- direct to Debby's tummy!!!!

Oh, then while watching the jumbo-tron near the end of the game, I saw someone I knew!!! She grew up in MD and we met in Orlando. We're having dinner on Wednesday!! How cool is that?

My friend E was convinced I was using my feminine wiles to make things happen. Not sure if that's the case, but still paying $1 for dugout seats? Whatever works!!!

The O's lost to the Rays. But all around a good time had by all.

Where have all the cowboys gone?

2008-09-22T17:24:00.002-04:00

I love to read; I love books. Last year I had to make a pact with myself that in order to have Lasik eye surgery I couldn't purchase any books. Every person I mentioned that to groaned with the reality of what that would cost me. And so, when my brother once offered to purchase a book, even with a caveat, I took it! He said, "If you read our already owned copy of 'The Three Musketeers', I'll purchase for you 'The Count of Monte Cristo.'" I wanted to read Cristo, so I was up for the challenge.

And I loved it! The Three Musketeers won me over. Here was a book filled with action, sword play, and men wanting their women. They defended their kings, they fought along side their brothers, and they made sure that their women were their women. I finished that book and thought, "I have got to get a guy to fight over me." Just think, back in the day if you were a damsel in distress, or cut the distress and were just a damsel, and a guy saw you, liked you, and was willing to fight for you, what a rush! I started looking at every guy thinking, "Could you be taken? In a fight? Could you win me? Would I want to be won by you?"

I've been watching the 2002 TV series Firefly. (Please note, if you get the series, there are some (3 or 4 in the whole series) inappropriate stuff, blah, blah, blah -- I didn't write it, I just watched it. Use judgment.) It is awesome! They are in the future wild-"west" of the universe. They fly thru space, finding jobs, beating up the bad guys, righting wrongs and getting beat up in the process. Mind you, they can be a bit knuckle headed, but how many guys aren't? The Capt'n Malcolm Reynolds, played by Nathan Fillion (hello!!), is the rough, yet sensitive guy who doesn't really understand women, but he does fight on their behalf. Basically, it's almost the 2500 version of the Musketeers... only on spaceships using laser guns.

And here I am, 2008, early 30's loving life. But, I wonder, where are the cowboys? The ones willing to fight for their women, to pursue the chase? I've not known many - but those I have, I'm impressed: college friend Aaron - he fought for his woman, stayed the course, even though for the moment she met him she was sure she wouldn't marry a red-head (7 years, 2 kids later); a youth group leader - Billy Crippen -- he fought, fought, fought for his woman - she turned him down more times than not, yet he was convinced he was to marry her (12 years). You know the type, the heartache, the pursuit. And in the end, it's a marriage worth fighting for, worth trying for, worth dying for ... hoping you hear Bryan Adams' "Everything I do..." Might have thing for Robin Hood also!

I never did read Monte Cristo -- didn't have the heart to ruin my view of those Musketeers. But, some cowboys could help -- so, c'mon. Get on the saddle, ring the rope, and find that woman to fight for. And I wouldn't mind if I would be one of them!!! Is that too much to ask?

November's Flower

2008-09-19T13:25:00.002-04:00

As a child, I always questioned the determinance of the mum for November's flower. April has the Sweet Pea, June the Rose, December the Paperwhite, and then November -- the mum. How boring, this one flower with loads of petals might come around every fall. Only to hold on for a bit of time until the chill comes through the Florida air to cause it to drop those slender petals. No scent, no picking ability really, and just a disappointment.

Alas, I was wrong. Here in Maryland mums are a prolific foliage. A friend moved from South Florida and was greeted with a scraggly, ugly looking plant near her driveway. She was certain that it should be pulled out and mulched. While contemplating the soon-to-be short-lived decrepit plant, a neighbor came along and noted, "That's a mum. It'll bloom in the fall -- don't pull it out, wait for it." And come the fall, it did bloom.

These days there are mums growing beyond belief in Maryland. There are a number of roadside farm stands here. They have displays for their items of sale: corn, apples, tomatoes, peaches (fyi - I now know I enjoy white peaches the best. Carolyn's Orchard carries about 6 different types of peaches. Not sure if you really knew that was possible.) And then you see the mums -- rainbows of color, beautiful bushes of blooms that make one happy to drive through the country side.

Waiting for things -- jobs, relief from pain, relationships -- they often seem to have a bismal outcome. And yet, in the fall, when the excitement of Spring and Summer have fallen away, just when it seems that life is sure to harbor itself up for Winter, along comes Fall with a long forgotten bloom of harvest. The harvest comes in with such surprise and hope that we are astonished things could occur in such stalemates of life. What joy we find when the mums arrive and remind us yet again that God's sweet promises of life are still there ... before (and sometimes after) the winter ... to realize the full beauty of his ways.

I think I might be okay with mums as November's flowers. Now to work on understanding the Topaz...anyone want to supply me with some to study?

Anyone?

living la vida loca

2008-09-13T18:17:00.003-04:00

Alright, so I'm not living so crazy that I could use that title, but I certainly feel like it. Today, I'm hanging out with some friends here in MD. The S's. They were very kind to let me stay at their home during the ice storm of February and the drizzle of no-end in April. Their home is constantly full of welcoming warmth and kindness.

Today, I'm with them for it's a Fall Saturday and that means one thing --- FOOTBALL!!! Here in Maryland, they only talk about 1 type of football -- the RAVENS. Who really cares about NFL teams?!?!? Now, don't get your panties in a wad if you really like NFL football or the Ravens for that matter. (By the way, can you believe what happened to Tom Brady of the Patriots?!?! In the first game, the first quarter, the first few minutes -- gone, done, out for the seasons. Oh, Patriots, can you hold on to the season without your man? Maybe it's a good thing you were picked so low in the fantasy football world. Some people had a hunch. I still really don't care, but I still love the Patriots. And only the Patriots - the rest of the NFL --- phffffffft!)

Last week, when I was really ready to get into football mode the only game on the TV was some lame ACC game. And then I was going to try and find an SEC game on the radio, all that was on was Maryland!!! The Terps! Are you kidding me? But, what else did I have to drive me through folding my laundry? As I was listening to the cries of the only football other than the Ravens, I heard a name ... a kicker was coming out ... "Gendreau"! How cool is that?! The only game I get on the radio has a student from Orangewood -- playing for the other team of course, but guess who started to get my cheers?! Middle Tennessee State! And then they beat the Terps!! It was awesome.

But, come Gator game time, 8pm, I needed to find a place to watch my team on ESPN. And remember, I don't have cable -- Verizon has told me that I'm too far away from the server to get internet -- can't watch it online. And if I'm too far from the server for internet, who's to say I can get Cable?!?! I called some bars to ask if they were going to watch the Gators on ESPN prime time and they said, "Who? Well, I guess we might put them on ... if you really want to watch them." ARGH!! Not real fans of good football. (I've been in an ACC bashing mood this week! heh heh heh.) I finally realized that the Senior Pastor of CPC is a Miami fan -- he must have been watching. And he was. So, I watched the Gators in enemy territory. But, we won, so all was right in the world.

Today, alas, no Gator game, but am watching with the S's. He's for GT, she's for LSU -- so at least there are some wise people in my new world. Next week - Gators play Tennessee -- gotta keep that wretched song out of my head -- Go GATORS!!!! Beat the putrid orange! And I'll be watching in Gator Country -- at the G's in Altamonte Springs!!!

Jesus could come again and realize that some good was in the world. Ok, so it's completely crap theology, but the Gator Nation would be happy.

A bit of the absurd

2008-09-02T11:34:00.005-04:00

Here in Maryland they have "Free Papers" that are delivered to your house a few times a week. On Monday the "Marketplace" comes with loads of sales flyers included. On Thursday, the "Westminster Times" or something like that arrives -- local county news full of flavor. Sunday morning brings the "Baltimore Examiner." Please note - you don't sign up for these papers, they just come. And if you would rather not receive them you put up a handmade sign that reads, "NO FREE PAPERS." It's rather humorous.

This past Sunday I received my paper, came home from church, and began to flip through to see what might be of interest. There's always the main story -- this week John McCain & the convention (way to go on the Sarah Palin choice - I do love it!!!), the odd entertainment news, and the sports -- which always have to do with the Baltimore Ravens. Which I went to see last Thursday -- free tickets!!! See, there I am .....

It really annoys me that there isn't any Gator news up here ... but what can I do? After my great annoyance, I found this article -- it just made me laugh. See my notes at the bottom.

Olive oil spill still being cleaned up

By Sara Michael Examiner Staff Writer 8/29/08

BALTIMORE – Crews under contract with the Maryland Department of the Environment still were cleaning up olive oil from the Baltimore Harbor nearly a week after 5,000 gallons spilled from a nearby plant.

The oil flowed from the Pompeian Inc. plant on Pulaski Highway after vandals broke into a 20-foot holding tank sometime between Friday evening and Saturday morning, officials said.

Attempts to flush the oil from the two miles of storm drains between the plant and harbor weren’t successful, said Alan Williams, MDE director of emergency operations.

About 200,000 gallons of water from fire hydrants didn’t help much, but the rain late in the week did, he said.

Cleanup crews had recovered about 2,200 gallons of the oil by Friday, and were still poised to collect any more that trickled from the drains, he said.

There was one casualty in the spill. Williams rescued from the water a small duck covered in oil, which damaged the duck’s ability to insulate.

However, the duck died about a day later. Officials at Tri-State Bird Rescue and Research in Delaware will conduct an autopsy to determine if Williams or rescuers might have contributed to its death.

The information then can help wildlife rescuers improve their procedures, Williams said.

“We don’t put out that kind of effort and lose the guys,” he said.

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Seriously -- Olive oil -- on the loose? And causalities? A duck?!!? "We don't put out that kind of effort and lose the guys ... " Was this written for The Onion?!!? Ahhh, Maryland.... God bless your little heart...

some more techno attempts

2008-08-27T16:17:00.002-04:00

I'm trying again to figure out how to make some of the blog items work. And instead of contacting the people who upkeep John's Blog, I'm taking it from another site on the internet. You might notice that on the right side of my screen there is an option to subscribe to my blog. I know, how hip! As we speak, I'm trying it out.

And I'm my first guinea pig. How cute with those fuzzy bottoms. Once when I had a stack hair cut my hair dresser, Wendy, actually shaved my hair at the nape of my neck. But, with my cowlick -- fuzzy guinea pig bottom it did resemble. I know, super cute!

One of my new co-worker/friends and I have been discussing Michael Phelps. Yes, he is from Baltimore and he is returning to live here. But, we've become well aware of the fact that he is a 23 year old, bumbling idiot. Sure, he can swim fast, but he's got nothing much going on upstairs. i.e. he purchased a $1.4 mill home - 4 floors, 5,000 sf, 1 person living there. It has a wine room, a poker room, a cigar room, and a billiard room. There's another condo in the same Fells Point complex which he could have purchased for $250,000 less and with a better view. But, because it didn't have the billiard room, he went with the other one. Not the brightest bulb.

However, tomorrow when co-worker and I go to the pre-season Raven's game (free tickets!) if MP, a huge Ravens fan, shows up ... I'd let him set next to me if he wanted too. I don't mind!!! Besides, I need a date for the Sunday Picnic. My options are always open.

Subscribe -- see if it works!!!

only to me

2008-08-20T18:39:00.002-04:00

There are many times in my world where I realize that the things I deal with can only happen to me. And to be honest I block them out. I guess I don't want to be reminded that these things occur in my world, or that I happen to be subject to some cruel act of fate. (and don't go all theological on me, I know the whole fate issue)

Today, I truly believe has been an optimum example of what happens to me. Here in Maryland you basically have to prove that you actually exist in 5 different forms of being to get your license and plates. I finally got my license and had to proceed to get my plates which requires an inspection. Guess who failed the inspection? I did, I did! And why? Because my tint was too dark!!!!! WHAT THE !#$%@%^@^!!?!?!?! That's right, here in Maryland you can't have your tint too dark because the cops can't see into your car. Mind you - once inspected with a light tint you can go and get darker tint on the car. Seriously.

But, I got my plates, and now I have to figure out how to attach my plates without getting that line of grime under my finger nails. I asked one of the maintenance people at work if he could help me out, and he was more than agreeable. Great!!! Until 5:30 when I realized that I still didn't have my car keys which I had given to Jerry to change my plates!!!! Walking around and around, calling up and down, couldn't reach Jerry. But, he did finally bring back my keys and I can now go home.

Only to me -- only on the day that I'm already stressed to the nth degree and can't quite see straight. And only when I really think I'm going to loss it!!

Oh, my uncle did pass away on Friday. The service is on Saturday - the day before Promotion Sunday -- only to me!!! (gosh, that sounds so selfish -- it really isn't, I am going!) So, I'll be in FL for under 24 hours and down in Ft. Myers. So close, yet so far.

For the Ladies - notes on being sexy

2008-08-18T11:41:00.003-04:00

Dear Friends,

While in Maryland, I have taken it upon myself to keep you informed on the latest trends, the hippest ventures, the things you need to know. And today, I bring to you some of the most important news I've found: how to be super sexy. How? you might ask did Debby find such radical items of information? I'll tell you ...

Last night I got to head into DC for a concert at The Birchmere . (that's right, i've added links -- clink on the underlined words to get to their links.) It was awesome. We headed down for the evening, had drinks and dinner there before the show. We got there so early that we were at the front table -- right in front of the band. I could throw my napkin at the stage and hit the lead singer. That close! We first saw Phil Roy. He has some incredible lyrics. Poignant, impacting, real.

Then we got to hear the main event - Melody Gardot. A jazz singer, she came out and blew us away. She starts with a blues number for all jazz comes from the blues. She then brings out the band and lets "Aint no Sunshine" pulse through the hall ... I know, I Know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know ... you know that one. Hauntingly lovely.

And here's where the lesson began to unvail itself. She was sitting on this little stool, balanced like nobody's business and looking all hot with her bad self and my friend Sundee leans to me and says, "Does she practice being that sexy or is it just natural?"

You have to wonder about these things. And I figure I could learn somethings from this chick - so I started to take notes. Here's what I observed regarding her skills of sexiness. The other girls at the table assisted in creating the 12 ways we noted on how to be super sexy.

Here goes:

1. Drink Cognac -- with a sniffer and all, she sipped that glass throughout the night. It can't hurt to help keep the vocal cords working. VT -- might be a good idea at Christmas with the real trees in the gym. It looks like Apple Juice. Just a thought.

2. Beret -- Melody pulled off this purply backwards beret. You can pull off a killer hat? Sexy.

3. Flippy hair -- flip it back now!

4. Perky set of girls -- you know what I mean.

5. 5" Stilettos -- patent leather black -- and she took them off to play the piano -- seriously.

6. Hip huggin' skirt

7. Shimmery lip gloss -- that stuff didn't budge the entire set.

8. 4 boys - her back up band was awesome, and they were her boys. I really think this might be the most important piece of info.

9. Piano & guitar playing a must - would a violin work instead? I really don't think so.

10. Big silver ring on pointer finger -- which she bought for herself.

11. Sexy voice

12. Lighting -- if only I could have that lighting crew follow me around during my outings.

I know, this might seem impossible. But, I really think we can obtain these heights in our every day life. We did wait in line to ask Melody if she had anything to add to our list. She thought it was very funny and she's going to post it on her blog! One of her friends was at the table, and as he looked over the list he stated, "Melody, you have the coolest fans!"

Make that Super Sexy Coolest fans to you!!!

Fair games

2008-08-14T15:36:00.003-04:00

The Howard County Fair was last week. It was great fun; I got to eat Fried Oreos. I know, a delectable treat all need to enjoy! I might not have them again until next year, but so goes life. Oh, I also enjoyed a great means of roast beef here in Maryland -- Pit Beef. I think it's what Arby's is based on, but 100 times better. Yummy.

The fair can be smelled from about 2 miles out -- yeah, cows, pigs, sheep, goats, chicken, bunnies are all at the fair. And they are some beautiful animals. Check out this well endowed cow (this farmer told us that just as they make sure girls look pretty in a beauty pageant, so do they deal with cows) and super cute piggy:

I felt so countrified! And then we hit the rides. I love roller-coasters. I love twisty-turny, flip me over rides. I don't really like fair rides. I think they are rickety. So, I decided to go on the high swings. You know the ones -- those long chains dangling down that have a slight rattan seat and some lame excuse for a security bar. I go on them with my co-fair-goers. Once in the air I notice things: 1. we are really high up, 2. we are going really fast, 3. these chains are going to hold me?, 4. we are set right next to the fence that separates the shoulder of US 70 from the fair grounds. Yep, the main interstate going East-West in Maryland is about 15 yards from the ride. And as the swings go, we fly over the fence. Imagine if you can, Debby flying high over a fence certain that the swings are going to detach from the ride and place me in the middle of the interstate. And then it starts to LIGHTENING. I start yelling, "Lightening, lightening, lightening, LIGHTENING!!!" And it seemed like 5 more minutes until we got back on the ground. I prayed quite a bit in those few minutes -- "Jesus, please protect us, please keep the ride intact, please keep the lightening away, if you want us home, fine, just don't."

My white knuckles and I high-tailed it into the animal areas for about an hour waiting for the rain to stop. It does and we venture to the safe ride -- the Ferris Wheel. The last people on the ride, we fly around the circle a couple of turns and then people start to disembark. Being the last on, we're going to be the last off the ride. But, we were enjoying the views and I remarked, "Wow, those trees are really getting blown around." As we start the upward turn of the wheel the wind picks up even more and we start to see people down below head into the nearest building. And the rain starts, and we're only 1/4 of the way around the wheel. We try to protect ourselves on the way up and it's not too bad. But, then we hit the opposite side and the rain is coming in horizontally from that side. We were soaked. To the bone. In t-shirts. Having a meeting that is to start in 15 minutes. Seriously. I could have won a goldfish and let it take up residence in my shoes.

I don't know if I need to attend any more fairs this year.

But I did can plum preserves, hot pepper jam, and green beans. Might enter them in next year's fair. Better check the weather report first.

Missing Home

2008-08-12T12:25:00.004-04:00

While talking with JG on Sunday, he asked a poignant question, "When are you coming home?" I've not missed much of Florida -- it's been in the high 70s, low 80s this week -- except my friends. And so much is happening in their worlds -- TJ1 is going to college this week, J&KJ's mom is needing help, the Preschool is about to open, the walls are being painted, things are happening. All without me. And that's sad.

But, as a follower of Jesus, I have the assurance that one day I'll really be home. Home to walk and talk with my dad, my grandma I never knew, my great-grandma who prayed for me even before my parents were born; to have common ground with Paul and Esther; to converse with my namesake and understand what it meant to really be a woman in leadership. And I'll get to sit with Jesus, look in his eyes and see the love that he has for me -- enough to live and die for me. One day - I'll be there. That knowledge gives me such hope, such anticipation, such eagerness to get this life over with -- not in a bad way. But, often when I've heard someone has died, I do ask if they knew Jesus and then blast them for getting to see him sooner than me! They're so lucky.

I don't know however what to do with someone who won't be with Jesus. My uncle John is dying. Back in May he was diagnosed with lung cancer. I really didn't think it was that big of deal. I didn't comprehend that he might actually die from this, at least not so soon. This past Friday, August 8th, he was admitted to Hospice. He's declining, he's leaving us -- he doesn't know Jesus.

Would you please pray for John? Pray that in these last days of his time here on earth the reality of not going home will grip him. That the Holy Spirit will interact with his thoughts and his heart to draw him into the loving arms of our good and gracious God. Pray also for my aunt Judy "from Long Island" - she knows Jesus, but it's hard for her to grasp that someone else is worth living living for. Pray also for my family as we walks along side my mom's sister in the midst of the sorrow, the anticipation, and the weight of it all.

Going home is a lovely thing, except when there is no one with open arms waiting for you. When there is no one willing to pick up their skirts, roll up their sleeves, spot you across the way, and haul ass to come and get you into their arms of love -- going home is painful.

We're almost home and because of Jesus it will be pure joy.

Monsters under my bed!?!?

2008-08-06T13:55:00.004-04:00

Look at this thing! It makes me shiver with fright. Can you guess what it is?

-- the Phantom Menace's big brother?

-- a relative of the Swamp Monster?

-- my last date? HAHA -- that's not happening

-- Goliath?

Yeah -- it's an action figure of Goliath. WHAT THE ...? They gave these out to the attendees of a Children's Pastors Conference -- are you @$%!# kidding me?!!? Who's gonna want to play with that? Does the CPC want to give out gift certificates to therapy while they're at it?

Oooo, check out this monster. Claims it might be Luke's father. Can actually talk to you if you press one of the buttons on the chest panel. The heavy breathing threw me off for a moment -- thought it was also my last date. HAHAHA ... Oh, right - not happening.

Oh, no big deal, just Julianna, a new friend's little one. Phew - scared me!

How totally cute is this kid!? She almost matches some of my favorites -- I mean, that Noah kid -- who can really compete?!

slacker - dfn. debby's posting

2008-07-31T12:17:00.003-04:00

I know - I haven't written anything lately, but I'm fearful I wrote too long last week. I wanted to keep the posts brief, but there was a lot on my mind!

Have had an adventurous week -- saw Mamma Mia, went to a garden, made a lemon pie, a peach cobbler, went to a pool party, and had people over. Had dinner with my brother David in Bethesda, lunch with new friends Ann Marie and Mary Kay at Tio Pepe's Spanish Restaurant in downtown Baltimore, and enjoyed a tea party. And I went to the Carroll County 4-H fair to see pigs, goats, cows, sheep, and chickens. Then I rented 10 movies from the library and have already watched 5 since 7/26. Seriously people, I've got a lot going on!

So, here are some pics to enjoy of the above mentioned activities:

My brother, David, holding up one of our crabs at the Bethesda Crab House.

A fountain at the Ladew Topiary Gardens.

From the Fountain of Venus - the focal point of the garden -- that's a house way in the back.

Ok, if you look closely you can see the pears growing on the manipulated tree.

How cool is that?!

These are pigs. Big pigs, winning pigs.

And at times -- pooping pigs. Right in front of me!!!

Tea cups, t-shirts and thoughts

2008-07-24T10:12:00.009-04:00

Let's face it -- I live in the country. The roads I drive to and from work are 2 lanes -- the entire way. That's 30 minutes each way on windy, hilly roads lined with trees. (see previous posts). It is just beautiful. And my cottage -- the 650 sqft of fun that is getting set up more each day. As things come together, I'll show you more and more of it. And at some point I'll even post pictures of the leaves changing -- then you'll be jealous!!!

In my kitchen the cabinets have a molding of about 1.75 inches. I had this great idea to display my tea cups upon the top of the cabinets. You know how much I love tea cups!!! So, I measured the space out and headed to Home Depot. Using the only true means of construction communication -- a post it note -- I had my personal assistant Charles cut my 16' board down to the appropriate sizes. Once home I got them in their correct places and was quite impressed. Off Ebay, great idea Donna!!!, I acquired 20 teacup stands and have placed them all in their spots. Check it out!!!

Left side!

Right side!!

Being single can have its perks -- it's easier for people to add 1 extra to the table than 2+. So, I've gotten a number of invites to dinner while being here this first month. Not that I mind -- has Debby ever turned down a dinner invite?!?! Only when double booked. And sometimes not even then. One family here at CPC graciously opens their home each Thursday to single women -- divorced, widowed or never married, we come together for good food, laughter and just plain interaction. That interaction is a major need -- it's too easy to just sit at home and do nothing when single.

Last Thursday I wasn't working and wasn't sure about going to dinner. But, I felt God was prompting me to head on out. And I'm glad he did. It was fun and enjoyable as always. But, I got to meet some MTW missionaries to Australia who are awesome! Steve & Berenice Rarig have been there for at least 16 years. Steve helped to start a reformed seminary there, and they are now assisting in planting a church in Perth. One of the goals for the church is to be in the midst of culture --- so they are meeting in a cafe in the middle of the art district. To further the process Berenice is finishing up her PhD in Creative Arts. Her work enables her to engage with people where they are. So, an artist can converse with her and she can give an informed, authorized perspective on art. And in the midst of it, she can point them to the Gospel.

Berenice's main focus is to show what truth lies behind all art, and how we can see the heart of the artist in the midst of their work. For instance, those paintings that have the one lonely strip of paint in the center of the canvas... Is it only a random swatch of paint? Or is it a soul that feels so isolated, removed, and without any hope of rescue depicted? What can we see about an artist regarding their spiritual state, or lack thereof, when really pondering their work? And in turn, we learn where a heart is and that they too need to be reached with the saving work of Christ.

As Christians, we get miffed at material that is offensive. I can understand that. And we'd rather look (not always, but go with me) at the classic depictions of Biblical accounts. But, those Biblical paintings were often done simply to pay the bills. Like DaVinci -- did he believe in the power of the Last Supper? Did he truly believe in the death and resurrection of Christ that would enable one to partake in the spiritual implications of communion? Here lies my questions: if art is truly showing what is in your heart - then which artist should we be more engaged with? The one who shows what their spiritual status is or the artist who painted to be paid? And in turn, which pieces truly show us the redeeming grace of Christ?

On a much lighter turn .... one of the women I've gotten to know up here in Maryland had a bit of a situation the other day. And I'm going to share. She received a phone call at 4:30AM that a friend needed an ER visit. Gathering up her things, and children, she rushed to the ER, helped out her friend. While visiting Walgreens later for meds, she noticed a rack of T-shirts. "I need something new to wear this afternoon. 4:30AM clothes aren't comfy anymore." So, she picked up some t-shirts. She put one on, got back to the house and picked up the sick-one for another Dr's visit. It wasn't until she was having to fill out the form for her now drugged up friend that she noticed what was on the t-shirt...

Her husband is not going to be pleased!!!

Off for another adventure this weekend. The Ladew Topiary Garden. Oolala.

For the G's - One Alabaster Jar

2008-07-22T10:41:00.003-04:00

I've been reading some Job lately, and I'm starting to see what morons his friends were. He's lamenting his situation, trying to figure out what went wrong, and all his friends can give him are solutions on how to fix the problem. How his actions just aren't good enough, his thoughts aren't correct, and really, his God just isn't big enough to care or listen or handle his frustration.

My dear sweet friends, the G's, have lost their baby. This little one would have been born in January. There had been some complications, but they wanted to have the baby God wanted them to have - problems and all. And now this child we never knew is back in the hand of God.

I've been here in Maryland now for 4 weeks -- this is the first time I've cried. My heart is broken, my soul is crushed, and my spirit yearns to be revived. I love this family and their children are just as precious to me as if they were my own. And now, I'll never know one of them.

Yet, my tears can't begin to match those I anticipate to fall on the cheeks of my friends. The single solace I can provide is this:

Psalm 56:8

You keep track of all of my sorrows

You have collected all my tears in your bottle.

You have recorded each one in your book.

Our God is big enough - to take the blows, to hold the heart, and to catch every tear - cherishing and valuing the fullness of each drop.

So, cry, my dear, precious friends. And know there is a beautiful jar being held by our great God. One alabaster jar.

Test results - negative

2008-07-21T12:13:00.004-04:00

It didn't work -- the test was a bust --- grrrr --- take three!!!

Thanks for all your help with the tests -- they aren't doing what I need them to do.

Not giving up, will find a way, must do so to keep my job. Just kidding -- i can lose my job other ways.

But, will figure this thing out.

Getting all techno

2008-07-21T11:55:00.005-04:00

When I was in the 2nd grade or so, my dad made the first computer on which I ever really spent any time. That Apple IIe clone had its fair share of "Type Attack" and "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?" And if you were cool, that catchy tune just jingled in your noggin'.

Sadly, with such training in the genes I have a knack for figuring out computer-y things. Don't get me started on how much I actually know about running a sound board, or figuring out how to run Excel -- which all the ladies at OPC may still call me about! Or, if there is some quirk in any electrical system, I can generally figure it out. Some call it crazy, I call it clueging -- I can't phonetically figure out how my dad would have spelled that word -- as Thomas Jefferson once said, "It's a free country, I can spell things however I'd like." Haha! Take that spelling teachers. Digression! Basically, you give me a problem and I'll find some means of fixing it. My Uncle Wyatt has demonstrated this fine skill as has my brother Steve -- the other two aren't quite adept at it, but my sister-in-law Donna has it down!

At my new job, we are trying to create new website methods -- mainly blogs. And guess who is figuring things out!?!? Yeah! Me! Now that I think of it, someone might have already got it down here in the office, but what fun would that be? The current pursuit is to figure out how to post documents, potentially post forms, etc for our ministries.

Here's my test of the document post -- c'mon, be a guinea pig. They're so cute and fuzzy.

http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhdcgh2m_0gwwzrddm

I think I've figured it out. And I'm using this site to determine how it actually works. You can read the test doc -- it might make you laugh, chuckle, ok just smile. Thanks for your help.

Now to figure out how to unsubscribe from a rouge blog.

Techno Out!

where I travel

2008-07-14T11:06:00.005-04:00

Alright, I'll put up some pictures of the places that I travel, live, exist -- just give me a moment. I don't always remember to bring my camera with me. And when I do bring it, I forget I have it. Oops!!

On my way to work this AM I realized I could take very daring shots of the roads I travel. I go up and down hills, alot. And most days, I don't come upon anyone for about 20 minutes. I love driving these roads. The endless lining of trees creates a feeling of wonderment -- could this be the turn which brings me to my next road? Not generally, but I can hope! Or, could there be a little store that I might want to visit? Ok, so while on the way to work, this doesn't happen. While traveling from the farmer's market - where I can purchase locally raised organic meat! - it happened.

I had visited the library - got the book club read "All Creatures Great and Small" even though they are meeting on Friday. I stopped at 3 markets for food and was traveling home. I knew the road I was going to take brought me past Carolyn Orchards that had to die for Ranier Cherries. I sadly had forgotten that it also past by Hoffman's Ice Cream. I whipped right into the parking lot upon seeing their sign. As an ice cream maker, I get a little picky -- this was awesome!!! Smooth, creamy, going to melt fast without any preservatives. I had Peach. Delish!!! When you visit me, we'll have to make a trip! Check them out here: www.hoffmansicecream.com

Here's another photo of roads much travelled these days. Just think what they'll look like in the fall. I can't wait.

Will get photos of my cottage up once I get it situated. I'm a little bit prideful regardless of what Lauren Winner says in Mudhouse Sabbath.

DC - reasons to visit

2008-07-08T15:02:00.005-04:00

On my first Sunday here I made plans to join my friends the C's in Washington, DC. Of course, I had to scoot out from church without talking to anyone. I figured I have 100's of Sundays left to talk with them. I ventured down 95 to the closest Metro I could find and hopped on for a ride to the Mall/Air & Space Museum. Now, one would think that taking the Train into DC on a Sunday wouldn't be so bad. And it shouldn't. But this Sunday had a particularly high number of events occurring.

1. The Folk Life Festival -- where they were celebrating life in Mongolia, Asian American influences on Texas, and NASA. Yes, the folklife that is experienced in Space is very impacting.

2. The Baltimore Orioles vs. DC Nationals -- the fans up here are die hard -- and a bit miffed that Tampa Bay is actually beating them (and now the Red Soxs, too). But, who would have ever thought that could happen!??! Oriole fans still traveled the little bit South to see their team.

3. LA Galaxy vs. DC United -- Beckham was coming. Why not go?!? My friend did.

4. Spain vs. Germany in the World Playoffs of Soccer -- at the Austrian Embassy -- they were hosting 850 people to watch this game on the big, big screens. I know this doesn't seem major, but there were Germans on my train ride into town. Some were normal soccer fans. But, there was this one girl -- she had on a tight-black wife beater, a red belt, and gold polyester legging pants. It was going to be 95 degrees out there. What was she thinking?!?! Oh, and a German flag to set off the whole outfit!

Even with the majorly crowded train ride, made it into town to see M, A & A at the Air & Space Museum.

We crossed the mall and went to the National Museum of Art. I don't know if you could imagine this, but I get into museums. I love them. I especially love free ones -- like the ones in DC. It was awesome to drag M around the museum and make her and the boys check out artwork. We saw Monet, Vermeer, Renoir, Cassett - like the one here. It was great. The bigger kid was so impressed that he recognized some of the art work and would be able to tell his teacher about it next year at school. See, it is educational!

There is little that does my heart more to soar with pride for America than to be in the Capitol. It is just spectacular. I love it. And to see it with great friends just tops it off.

Some of the people that I've met from Maryland have never traveled into DC by themself. I couldn't imagine it and hope that I do it more and more. And if you'd like to come to DC -- I'll meet you there. I know which Metro stop to use. But, I might need to check the overall status of things in the city before I agree to ride again!

Fruit stands -- more than one variety

2008-07-03T10:53:00.004-04:00

I have always loved going to fruit stands. If there is one on the side of the road, it just pulls me towards it. The smell of the fresh air, the beauty of the sweet treats, the desire to have that sugary natural syrup drip down my arm makes me purchase probably way more than I should. But, I can't help it.

More enticing than a fruit stand is a you-pick farm. For a city girl, it brings out the inner farmer from my soul and causes me to think about those days long ago when everyone picked their own fruits and veggies. I might need to invest in a Little House on the Prairie! The pull is so great that I'm going tomorrow to pick blueberries. Nothing says 4th of July than a fresh blueberry crisp. Seriously.

Yesterday, I went to a different kind of fruit stand. I went to The Mall -- that's what it's called. Don't pull one over on Maryland. No, no -- it only has the best. Your mall might think it's cool, but "The Mall" is up here. Sorry to inform you of that limitation your current shopping center has. I digress. I went shopping at the mall and found a bright shining type of fruit stand. There were things on the walls, in the middle of the stand and these odd people in orange or teal shirts. And to shop at this stand, I needed an appointment.

Not sure if you could guess it yet, but I got to purchase a MacBook yesterday for work!! And I got them to throw in a free iPod. That's right, I totally have refused to fall into the trap of paying for a miniature boombox and have acquired one for free!!! Take that Madison Avenue.

I do love fruits stands and fresh veggies. Yesterday, my neighbor had harvested potatoes and onions from her garden and generously shared some new potatoes with me. MmmmmmMmm. Good! Roasted them with some red onions and generous Italian seasonings. Nothing tastes better than truly fresh delicacies. And a brand new computer! HeeHee!

Must tell you tomorrow about my fun trip to DC and hanging out with the Cardinali's!

Oh the Places I will go

2008-06-18T10:09:00.000-04:00

You'll have to excuse me, I get a smidgen paranoid when it comes to divulging information. I work with kids and have the utmost desire to protect these kids, so understand that I don't like to give out specifics on where exactly I'll be living, working, existing. And it's all because of the kids. (if you ask, you know I'll tell you, just not make it public)

But, moving I am -- to the North. Not sure if you are aware of this, but in my heart, I am a Northern girl. I was born in MA, lived for a short time in NH, and then was transplanted to S. Florida (which is in no way the South). And throughout my life, I've supported my New England teams -- that's right - go Celtics!!! I even cheered for the Pats when they were up against the Packers back in '96 and everyone thought I was crazy. But, I'm a Northern girl -- except when it comes to the weather.

I love the hot weather of Florida. I love the fact that while living in Ft. Laud, I got to wear Gator embroidered boxer shorts and a t-shirt out on the driveway to get the Christmas morning newspaper. We even lived without AC -- much to my mother's chagrin, but it cost too much to cool the house. Honestly, I don't mind the 90 degree days, even when the humidity is hitting 1,000. So, to move north, out of Florida, into the great unknown ... to me I feel like I'm moving to Canada.

Maryland, I've been told, is lovely. I've only had 1 person say they would never go back. And that was simply because their car had been broken into multiple times. I'll give them that, but the rest of the reviews have been stellar. My eagerness does arise when I think about seeing the leaves change. So, I'm getting excited, albeit only a little at a time because the moving process is a bit overwhelming.

I really can't believe that a week from now I'll be waking up in Maryland for the first time.

It's all beginning!

2008-06-17T11:50:00.000-04:00

My new blog to help my friends know all that I'm doing. Moving in 6 days -- June 23rd. The countdown has started.