Tuesday, July 29, 2008
This past Sunday, our pastor spoke on Heaven. It was a great sermon, where he talked about how Christians have a grave misconception that heaven is a place of eternal boredom--an eternal church service in the sky. He said that God gave us all things that we love, and are good at. Things like going on an adventure, or writing, or painting...are healthy desires that He gave us, and intends for us to still enjoy for eternity. In trying to make this point he quoted a line from Chariots of Fire (which I have never seen), that struck a chord in me:
I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.
Did that give you chills? Did your mind run to something you do in life when you feel God's pleasure? For me, it most definitely is not when I am running. I passed a girl running yesterday who maybe thought since I was wearing a matching running outfit like hers, I was a great runner. I am telling you the truth when I say she smiled so big at me I thought, "Wow, she must be feeling God's pleasure even out in this sweltering heat." I was just pushing through for those endorphins at the end of the run...Anyway, for some of you maybe it is running. For me, its writing. I have written about his before, so I won't go on and on, but there are times when I am writing that words just start appearing on the paper. Those times when I read back over what I've written and wonder, "Did I think those thoughts?" Those moments when you know there is something bigger than you, working through you, and it creates a sense of pleasure unlike any other.
Maybe it was when you had a baby, or painted a picture, or taught a child...I don't know, but I certainly am curious to learn. When do you feel God's pleasure, and what does it feel like to you?
Once that was over, I gathered up my sisters and moved them over to my house. Mary Aplin's baby dedication was on Sunday and I needed some help getting the house in order, lunch for 25 prepared, and 2 baby girls entertained. So they came, with good attitudes, happy hearts, and earnest spirits, to tackle the muck and grime that has accumulated over here. As we cleaned, and booty danced, and sang songs, and cooked, I became more and more aware of just what it was they were doing for me. You see, this was Mom's old duty...coming up to Birmingham like a one-woman cleaning crew to help me prepare any time I had a party. It was our thing, and there was always that time the night before the party when we were delirious from cleaning, and we'd spend hours on end in the middle of the night making sure every serving dish was angled like it should be on the table and every flower was in its proper place and every dustball had been disposed of... This weekend, for me, could have potentially been very hard--doing it myself and missing her. Instead my sisters, without even realizing whose shoes they were filling, stepped in and worked their butts off, laughing all the while.
My grandma made Mary Aplin's dress out of lace that Jeremiah's grandmother collected from travels during her precious life.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Pace adores her baby sister still...most of the time. Its weird how every once in a while she'll just hit her, not hard, she doesn't even seem to be aggravated, its like she wants to test the waters. Last week, my cruiser was holding on to the part of the door jamb where the hinges are as she moved along the wall. I was sewing (and half paying attention) when suddenly Pace just ran up and decided to slam the door. Ohh, it still makes my insides ache! Those seconds it took to run and get the door open seemed like minutes and those sweet chubby fingers had a deep dent. My skin is crawling.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The girls in their red and blue...I wish you could see Pace's blue and red sandals that matched. Latte (my Aunt Alice) gave Pace her outfit and Bebe and Grandmama made Mary Aplin's dress for Pace 2 summers ago.
Take a look at my new teefers! (There you go Taylor :))
Somebody was H A P P Y to be at the beach!
Moogie (Jeremiah's Mom)
Popon (Jeremiah's Dad)
Papa (my Dad)
One more of Mapple Dapples in her outfit with those teefers :)
Keke (my sister Kendall). You don't get much sweeter than that...
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
1 1/2 lb lean hamburger meat