I am so excited to be going to The Relevant Conference. I don't know a single person. Not one! I do expect to know many before I leave though. What a blessing to be able to go learn and fellowship with these Christian women.
The night was
cool. I remember only because some people had blankets. Not us - The Geneva
County High School Band. We were performing. It was half-time. I was a member
of the prestigious "Flag Corp." Yes, I was very important in the
grand scheme of things.
This was an
important game for both schools. We were rivals - our schools being only six
miles apart. We were pumped because it was also the first game of the season.We marched,
twirled and entertained. We were just that good. Bwahahaha.
As it turned
out, I was being watched. Girls, you need to know - he was a SENIOR! Mmmhhmmm.
A senior. I was only a sophomore, so this was a big bonus in his favor. I was
not yet allowed to date, but still a senior taking notice was nice.
When we came off
the field, a mutual friend introduced me to this admirer. He was cute, however,
just a tidge shorter than me. You may
laugh, but realize that I also had on some smokin'white.to.the.knee boots. With heels. I was a
good three inches taller on this cool September night. One of the popular songs
on the radio that year was called "Short People." I'm just
chatted then it was time for me to return to the stands for the remainder of
the game. I didn't see him again that night. Although, he started calling me
soon after. I was intrigued, but not particularly interested. Turns out, he was
interested enough for both of us! One day about a
month later, my phone rang and he asked me out. I boldly said yes! If you
recall, I was not allowed to date yet. Now what ?
I talked to my
mom first. She sent me up the ranks to ask my dad. My dad was military. That's
all I'll say about that. I was scared. I knew the rules and here I was planning
to ask him to change his mind. So I could date. Right!My little skinny,
knobby knees ( oh how I miss those) were banging together as I explained to my
great big daddy that I had sorta, kinda accepted a date with a boy. A senior
boy. With a car. Could I pleeeeeaaaaasssse go?
My daddy said
yes! Unbelievable! Even now, it amazes me that he agreed (he later regretted
this, but that is a different story).As it turned
out, that senior boy won my heart. He loves to tell people about what I was
wearing when he first saw me. Short shorts. Purple short shorts. He liked 'em!
September night was a history maker. It was the night I met my future husband.
It was thirty-three years ago. It was six children and nine grandchildren
(almost eleven) ago. It was many happy days and many sad days ago. It was many
loving days and many hurtful days ago. A lot of ups and downs. An ebb and
Thirty-three years is a long time. It is also a blink of an eye. This story could
have easily been finished years ago. If not for the grace of our Lord Jesus, it probably
would be. Praise Him, He
saw us through.
He is still doing it. Without Him to lead us, we would have
been so lost, so broken and so weak.Thank you Lord,
for my sweet husband. Thank you for his love of purple short shorts all those
years ago. Thanks for allowing him to love me now that those skinny days are
behind me and this face is no longer a youthful one.
I heart organization. I am a collector of all things organizational. Yet, I am easily the most unorganized mom on the planet. Sigh.
I have the bins and boxes. I have the boards - magnetic, cork, memo etc. I have cute things and ordinary things. Still, what I have the most of is ... PILES.
Piles of papers. Homework, finished work, things to work on work, notes, reminders, Scholastic book order forms and on and on.
I have stacks in the kitchen, the guest room close to the kitchen, the laundry room close to the kitchen and the butlers pantry close to the kitchen.
It's not pretty. Most of all, it is NOT organized. One could argue ( yes I have) that the piles are sorta kinda organized. Maybe. I do know which pile to look in for what I am looking for. That's something to rejoice about. That makes the glass half full. You just can't find a glass full or otherwise due to the PILES!
So, I confess. I am addicted to organizational *things* yet am severely organizationally challenged. It is sad. My hubby thinks "insane" is a much better word choice. There could be an argument for that. I do admit medication could be implied here.
How about you? Are you organized or organized challenged? What tips can you offer?
I am a southern girl. I
like to talk. I started talking early and haven't been quiet since. My own
daddy was forever offering me monetary gain to "just be quiet for five minutes."
for him, money was of no consequence to me. I never collected any funds and he
never got the peace and quiet that he so desired.
I have since learned to
listen. I am still a work in progress. I know the One to whom I should be
listening. It is my hearts desire to be an attentive listener to the One
that lives in my heart. I confess it is not always easy and there are days that
I rush things and think up my own answers. Not advisable.
I have been trying to
start writing on this blog again. My husband and I have prayed about it. What
would God have me do? I have posts that come to mind (witty and wonderful
of course) and The Lord says wait. Okay.
So we prayed some more.
For a while now The Lord has been telling me what to do. Write with purpose.
Huh? Explain please. Write with purpose. He tells me repeatedly. Write with
purpose. Write with purpose.If you don't think God
talks to His children, you probably just need to listen more. I did. I do. I
I will write this blog with purpose. I am listening to my Heavenly Father in a
way that I never did to my earthly one (sorry daddy). I will write this blog to
glorify my King.I will continue to write
about my family, my children, adoption, special needs, Deafness, cochlear
implants, Trans racial adoption, foster care and more. This time, however, it
will be with purpose. It will be to honor my Savior.