I Am

While praying one day, a woman asked, "Who are you, Lord?"

He answered, "I Am."

"But who is I Am?" she asked.

And He replied, "I Am Love,
I Am Peace,
I Am Grace,
I Am Joy,
I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Light,
I Am the Comforter,
I Am Strength,
I Am Safety,
I Am Shelter,
I Am Power,
I Am the Creator,
I Am the Beginning and the End,
I Am the Most High."

The lady with tears in her eyes looked toward Heaven and said, "Now I understand. But Lord, who am I?"

Then God tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes and
whispered, "You are Mine."

--Author unknown.

At least I am not alone

While doing my reading this morning, I came to the following verse and thought, "well, at least I am not alone."

The Lord said to Moses, "I have seen this people, and behold, they are an obstinate people." - Exodus 32:9

Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) - Cite This Source*
ob·sti·nate /ˈɒbstənɪt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[ob-stuh-nit] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective 1. firmly or stubbornly adhering to one's purpose, opinion, etc.; not yielding to argument, persuasion, or entreaty.
2. characterized by inflexible persistence or an unyielding attitude; inflexibly persisted in or carried out: obstinate advocacy of high tariffs.
3. not easily controlled or overcome: the obstinate growth of weeds.
4. not yielding readily to treatment, as a disease.



*American Psychological Association (APA):
obstinate. (n.d.). Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Retrieved June 28, 2007, from Dictionary.com website: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/obstinate
Chicago Manual Style (CMS):
obstinate. Dictionary.com. Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Random House, Inc. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/obstinate (accessed: June 28, 2007).
Modern Language Association (MLA):
"obstinate." Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Random House, Inc. 28 Jun. 2007. .

Laugh out Loud Funny

This video had me laughing out loud...too funny!

Swoosh went the Red Sea

This morning, while reading through Exodus, I started to visualize what the Israelites' departure from Egypt must have looked like and what they might have been feeling. Excitement? Whispers of what may be around the corner? Anxiousness? Joy? Fear? Maybe everything rolled into one. Then, they come to the Red Sea with the Egyptians hot on their trail. And the Israelites proceed to wail and moan and complain...as if God would lead them so far only to wipe them out.

Tap tap tap

Moses struck the Red Sea with his staff, and swoosh went the Sea, forming walls for the Israelites to walk between. They walked through the Sea. I imagined fish swimming to the edge of the "walls" that were protecting the people from drowning, and had to laugh. But, as promised, the Israelites arrived safely on the other side.

In walked the Egyptians, and swoosh went the Red Sea, taking them all out, every last one of them.

There are moments in my life that I want to scream, "Why?!?! What's going on? How can this be? I thought God would take care of me!" And then, I remember. I remember every moment of my life, a promise fulfilled. A promise to help me grow, mature, and love. A promise that says no matter what, God will bring forth beauty, even when I only see a heap of ashes. He may ask me to walk through suspended seas, to trust for needs to be met day by day, nothing more than I need, nothing less, and he may have me walk in what I see as circles. But never, never will He fail me, and His purposes will always be achieved.

Pay No Mind to the Crazy Lady in the Neighborhood: It's Just Me

As I have mentioned before, I am doing new workouts now. They are rough, but I am enjoying them. There are two cardio workouts that involve all kinds of nonsense, and are easier to do outside due to the wide open space. However, it leaves me looking like a bit of a looney woman as I go through them, and then repeat some of the segments. For instance, today, this is what I did up and down the sidewalk:

UltraFit Sprint Intervals: Level Two
1 Time = 15 min
Repeat Segments 2 & 3 = 25 min

Warm Up (5 Min total)
Moderate jog for 2 min
High knees for 30 sec
Moderate jog for 2 min
Heel kicks for 30 sec

Working Hard (5 Min)
Quick feet for 10 sec into 10 sec sprint, jog back to start
Quick feet for 10 sec into 20 sec sprint, jog back to start
Quick feet for 10 sec into 30 sec sprint, jog back to start
Power skips for 60 sec
Quick feet for 10 sec into 10 sec sprint, jog back to start
Quick feet for 10 sec into 20 sec sprint, jog back to start
Quick feet for 10 sec into 30 sec sprint, jog back to start

Working Harder (5 Min)
Slow 20 sec/mod 20 sec/fast 20 sec
Slow jog for 30 sec
Slow 20 sec/mod 20 sec/fast 20 sec
Slow jog for 30 sec
Slow 20 sec/mod 20 sec/fast 20 sec
Power skips for 60 sec

There is a boot camp workout that has even more fun things thrown in. Yea, I really looked like a lunatic that day, I am sure.

But, don't mind me, just trying to meet some goals here folks. However, if you drive by, would you at least bring me some water?

Wasting less time now

I started doing my Bible reading, consistently doing my workouts, and marking it all off my calendars. The Bible reading schedule was one I found here, and I love her insights into what she's been reading. Granted, she's a day ahead, but oh well. Not like I do not know how it ends.

Today, I finished the book of Genesis. I have read this book of the Bible before, but I have never laughed, out loud, while reading it like I did this time. I realized that nothing currently going on in our world is new, nothing at all. Many people suggest Eve eating the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge was the first sin, but I believe it was Adam pretending like nothing was going on, not standing up in his role as the leader and stopping her. And when God asks them what just went down? Oh the excuses! I wanted to shout, "just tell them what went on, say I'm sorry!" Then, I realized I do the same thing when confronted with issues. I make excuses rather than simply saying I am sorry. I also love Abraham and Sarah, actually laughing at God as He says they will have a child. They laughed at God, the one who created them and the world they lived in. What?!?! How could they? Oh yea, I too have dismissed God's promises and thought, "Nah, never gonna happen." Oops, so I was wrong. All throughout Genesis, one after another hears directly from God, obeys or dimsisses Him, and with each one, God is gracious. He disciplines yes, but he offers grace along with that discipline (go on, read about Cain). It's incredible.

So, thank you Jodi for writing about the schedule to read the Bible in 90 days, it's doing wonders for me! And, it's so basic and simple, but I am amazed at how much better my days are when I am starting off with my reading. Funny, that helps put everything else into perspective, and everyday has been better - more evidence of God's graciousness in my own life.

Props for B-Reith

Our friend B-Reith ROCKED Friday night at "Culture Shock." He did an amazing job! I was so proud of him; he's very entertaining and really seems to be enjoying what he does. It's obvious he enjoys ministering to youth through his music, he's hilarious with them, and they, in turn, love him. So, props to you friend, wonderful job!

I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt

Saturday, we started our day by participating in a 5K. It was a great event, lots of fun, and I walked it with Andy. Who knew walking was so fun? We maintained a 15 min mile pace, and I was not the least bit sore or tired afterwards. Sweet. The best part of the morning was watching a friend of mine finish. This was her first event of this nature, and when she told some people close to her she planned on doing this, they dismissed her and basically said, "we'll believe it when we see it." To see her cross that finish line was such an incredible moment. I felt like a proud momma cheering for my baby. She set a goal and accomplished it, and I loved being a part of it.

Saturday night, we headed to the "Apostles of Comedy" show to celebrate our 4th anniversary (which isn't until July 5th). Let me tell you, from the moment it started, I do not think I stopped laughing. My cheeks felt like they had run a marathon they hurt so badly. Yes, I laughed that much. We even managed to sit in the second row, which was even cooler. All four comics were hilarious, and all are Christian men. It was so nice to be at a show that didn't leave me cringing or wondering when I would be cringing next. We got to sit back and just enjoy it. It was nice. Comics being creative and original, without using foul language and sex jokes (which I think are both lazy ways to do comedy), who would have thought?

It was a great way to celebrate 4 years of marriage, since most of it is spent laughing anyway. And when Ron Pearson busted out jokes about how people talk in Texas? I almost laughed myself right out of my seat. Whoo-that was a good night.

Q and A

Much like my friend, Jen, I am bored and decided to copy this little meme from her site!! Don't worry I am not going to "tag" anyone but please feel free to carry on this little meme if you want to. It will be a fun little way to get to know each other better!!

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
"Oye! I shouldn’t do that when I first get up!"

2. How much cash do you have on you?
$2 or so

3. What's a word that rhymes with DOOR?
Core – and mine is sore from doing ab work on the floor

4. Favorite planet?
Saturn?!?! (I don’t really know what my favorite is)

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
I currently only have 3 missed calls

6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
The one for my parents – “Livin la Vida Loca”

7. What shirt are you wearing?
Light green tank I wear to bed

8. Do you label yourself?
Now, that would make no sense to sit and stick labels on myself…would it?

9. Name the brand of the shoes you're currently wearing:
None, I am barefoot as often as possible

10. Bright or Dark Room?
Bright, unless I am trying to sleep of course

11. Why is there always a missing question?
So far there isn’t one….who came up with this?

12. What does your watch look like?
Athletic watch – white and silver - so I have a stopwatch when I’m training

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Sleeping

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say?
"Will be callin you soon."

15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
Thousands of miles away, there aren’t any where we live

16. What's a word that you say a lot?
Whooppee!

17. Who told you he/she loved you last?
My husband

18. Last furry thing you touched?
My husband….hahahahahahahahahha, that’s just funny

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Only do supplements my friend

20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
Use a digital camera now, so, none

21. Favorite age you have been so far?
All of them, I live in the moment I guess

22. Your worst enemy?
Satan……and myself

23. What is your current desktop picture?
A picture of a lake and mountains that I took in New Mexico

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
"Love you honey, have a fabulous day!”

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, what would it be?
Million bucks, then I’d buy my own plane so I could fly

26. Do you like someone?
Is this one of those silly teenager questions? I do like my husband, quite a bit actually, I like my family, I like most folks I come into contact with.

27. The last song you listened to?
“Well Done” by Joey and Reco

28. What time of day were you born?
Noon – and we wonder why I have a food addiction

29. What's your favorite number?
14

30. Where did you live in 1987?
El Paso, TX

31. Are you jealous of anyone?
Not so much, well, maybe anyone who can eat whatever they want and NEVER gain weight.

32. Is anyone jealous of you?
Probably not

33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?
Teaching at Brownfield Junior High

34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
Say thank you, I don’t need anything from a vending machine

35. Do you consider yourself kind?
I would hope, but I do have my less than kind moments

36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
Ankle or back of my shoulder….but wouldn’t it be funny if it was right in the middle of my forehead?

37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
Spanish

38. Would you move for the person you loved?
Yes – in fact, I did when we first got married

39. Are you touchy-feely?
Can be, oh, who am I kidding? Yes. If you are near me, you will be hugged.

40. What's your life motto?
To not have a life motto

41. Name three things you have on you at all times:
there aren’t 3 things I always have on me

42. What's your favorite town/city?
I don’t know, love Colorado Springs, Flagstaff, Seattle

43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
A few groceries

44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
Two days ago…I have an addiction to greeting cards

45. Can you change the oil on a car?
No, but I know where to take it so they can do it!

46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
I married him

47. How far back do you know your ancestry?
Great grandparents

48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?
Valentine’s Banquet this year – because we are supposed to dress fancy, that’s why

49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?
My ankle, the joys of having a plate and screws in it and working out 6 days a week

50. Have you ever been burned by love?
Can’t say that I have. Made a fool of myself, yes, not burned.

51. Do you have a crush on any bloggers?
No

52. Where would you like to live?
Colorado or close to family

I smell pretty

As I sit here at the computer, I am getting wonderfully smelling whiffs...of myself. Since I did not even shower until 1pm today, thanks to my Bible reading, workout, and then getting caught up with a few chores. But really, I am just typing away and suddenly thought, "Wow, I smell good!" What's causing me to smell so delightfully? Deodorant? I use a brand for men (yes, you read that right - it works better), and though it smells delightful, that's not it. Hair products? They do smell good, but not the scent I am getting. Soap? Dove, unscented, couldn't be. Must be the lotion - Dove again, cucumber something or other..maybe? I am not sure, but dang do I smell good!

Hey, it's better than the alternative (you know, the one that involves me prior to the shower but after working out...ewwwwww!).

Little Bit 'o' OCD anyone?

Well, knowing of my plans to read the Bible in 90 days (although, I am not doing the reading on Sundays since our church utilizes the Bible every week...it's like weekly Bible drill!), and to stay on track with my new workouts, I knew I needed to get everything organized. You know, have everything in one place to mark off when my tasks are completed. So, being the slightly OCD girl that I am, here is what I did yesterday:


That's right, calendars, thanks to the templates found on microsoft.com, to keep myself on track. This way, Andy can also help keep me on track because he knows how I wander....

So, maybe it's OCD, maybe it's just good planning. Regardless, it surely works for me!

Wasting Time? Me????

After a short chat with a friend outside the gym today, I have come to an even stronger conclusion that I am wasting too much time. I read this a while ago, and love the idea. In fact, I should be using the time I have right now to read and study more. Not everyone has that luxury, and I have been taking it for granted for a bit too long now. Until God brings more clients, sends a child, or whatever is around the corner, I feel I should be more responsible with my time. So, following the schedule found here, I will be joining others in reading the Bible in 90 days. As I have thought about it, I know I have read the vast majority of the Bible. Leviticus? Numbers? Not so much. I'll have to do some praying and asking for focus when I get to those books of the Bible, that is for sure.

My sweet husband is a great reader/learner. He enjoys diving in to find the meanings, the contexts, all the details that make the big picture. Me? I just like the big picture. So, maybe in doing this I will pay closer attention to the smaller details, try to really hear what I should be learning.

I am not sure what lies ahead in the coming months, but I am sure of the things God has opened the door for me to do right now. If it were completely up to me, I would be doing personal training only as a ministry and increasing our AdvoCare business. In the last few weeks, I have become tired of the vanity and arrogance found in the gym, as well as the lack of professionalism.

But I digress, time for me to get my Bible reading schedule together, write it on the calendar, ahead of my workouts*, and get with it.

*My new workouts are leaving me sore, especially my abs. WOW! Guess purchasing the books was worth it.

Vices Loosening Their Grip

This, my friends, is my vice, my drug of choice. It seems small and insignificant to some I am sure, but for me? Talk about a vice - stronghold - addiction even!

As I was reading through these books of crazy wonderful workouts, the author discusses saying good-bye to diet sodas. Aside from water, it really is the only other thing I drink. I'm sure there are worse choices (regular soda, sweet tea, etc), but this wonderful nectar from Dublin, TX is what gets me. So, since I have goals, because I have this girl and this girl who are, unknowingly, convicting the mess out of me, and because I am co-leading a fitness class at church (ie: preaching about healthy living), I must walk away from my sweet addiction.

After discussing this with Andy, we both decided to no longer go for the sodas when we go out to eat (we don't keep such things in our house), and we are going to become better about sticking to our rule about sweets (once a week). To jump start this? We aren't having any of the above items until June 30th, when we will gather together with a crazy group of friends. And even then, there will be no consuming sodas...that one, it's just gotta stick.

To the Editor

I got this in an email from my cousin, and love it! Just click on the picture to enlarge it so it's actually readable, it's fantastic. Enjoy.

Fun times, good music

Saturday night, Andy and I headed out to hear our friends Reco and Joey sing. These two are wonderful friends of ours whom we love dearly. Reco is the reason Andy and I ever met, and Joey is our "son." We love these two men, and are thankful for them. Plus, they have been truly gifted musically.

Andy, Me, Joey. It was so good to see this boys face, we have missed him!


Andy, Joey, Reco, Natalie, and Chris....what a funny group of folks. I'm pretty sure we had just made fun of Reco when I snapped this picture, which is why everyone is laughing so hard.


Sunday, we went out to support our friend Joel who was in town for the Nashville Songwriter's Festival. The boy is ridiculous with his guitar, really, it's insane to hear and watch him.


While Joel was here, I made the passing comment of wanting a "Magic Bullet." When Andy and I returned home after hearing Joel play, we found this gift. You would have thought I had just gotten a new car the way I reacted. But hey, I have been wanting one for a while...


After a week of grieving for the loss of our friend Peggy, this is exactly what we needed. We are blessed!

Maybe I'm Not So Tough

Thanks to a friend of mine, I have come across some books by Cindy Whitmarsh, wife of pro beach volleyball player, Mike Whitmarsh. She's a personal trainer, and her testimony is a lot like mine. Well, the beginning of it anyway, I am not yet where she is physically. So, I purchased two of her books, and did a workout out from this one today. I decided to just skip over levels one and two and go right into level 3. Yea, I may have to jump on down to level 2 if I plan on surviving. I am wiped out. I don't feel the muscle fatigue like I usually do after lifting, but the cardio work that is thrown in had me huffin and puffin like a crazy person. Having accomplished a few challenging tasks in my life, I guess I overestimated my own fitness level. Wow, nothing like a book to completely humble a girl!

Such is life. For the results I am looking for, I will swallow this bite of humble pie and proceed as I need to stick with the program, learn a few new moves to pass on to my clients along the way, and reach my own goals. Right now? I just need a shower!

It's a sun-shiney day

It is getting HOT kids, very hot here in the South! Granted, we aren't hitting triple digits yet, but with the humidity here, ICK! It's supposed to be in the 90s this weekend, and I'm determined to not spend a lot of time outside. So there!

Joel arrived Tuesday night, and it's always fun to have him around. He's in and out for a songwriter's festival, but the time we do get to spend with him is always enjoyable. He's just cool like that.

Andy and I actually had a date night last night! Typically, we do not go out on Fridays, though I'm not sure how or why that has happened. But, last night, we broke from the norm and went out on a date. We ate at Which Wich; we have tried to go there twice before but it was always entirely too crowded for our growling bellies. After dinner, we went and saw Fantastic Four. It's a fun little movie, not to be taken seriously, and one to be enjoyed for comic book fans. Some parts were a bit too hokey (or would that be hokie?) for me, but it was only 86 minutes of our evening, so oh well. All in all, it was a fun evening.

Today we're off to a mixer for AdvoCare then to hear our friend Reco sing, which is always a blessing. Basically, we are doing all indoor activities to try to keep from melting away! What simple, happy lives we lead.

See you in a little bit

This morning, we celebrated my friend Peggy's departure from this earth and arrival into Heaven. After two years of cancer, God took her home. It is strange to say because we were at a funeral, but it was one of the best praise and worship services I have ever been a part of. Those who spoke did wonderfully, the songs were incredible, the tribute a blessing. Peggy would have hated all the attention placed on her, but her eyes would have danced to hear people talk about her Jesus, and to see those people who gave their lives to Christ after hearing Peggy's testimony.

It all seems very surreal still, and it will be for a while I suppose. She is the first member of our church body to be taken home, and the impact will be widespread. However, we rejoice that our parting is only temporary, and find hope in the fact that it is ok to mourn.

I smile at the thought of Jesus standing at the gates of Heaven, with arms opened wide, saying, "welcome home daughter, welcome home."

So many thoughts my head hurts

I was going to write something profound, something wonderful, something that would "wow" everyone whose eyes fell upon my words concerning my friend Peggy. But you know what I have come up with? NOTHING! Every line that comes into my head gets shoved and pushed by another until they are all lying around in a heaping mess, each vying for position to be shared.

Myabe it would be easier to write if she wasn't so stinking incredible. I do not seem to have the talent to gather together, in prose or poem, the words that will do Peggy justice. She allowed me to catch a glimpse of Heaven, it's beauty and grace. She allowed me to see what it looks like to have one live out her faith, daily, even when no one was watching. She was an example of what a godly wife is, a living, breathing, Proverbs 31 woman. She was, simply put, magnificent.

Maybe in a few days I will be able to disassemble the lines currently tangled together in my mind and form a coherent tribute to my sweet friend. Until then, I pray her family is experiencing peace that surpasses understanding.

When things become more real

Mrs. Anne Margaret Maddux "Peggy" SOUTHARD
Williamson
Age 54
June 10, 2007
SOUTHARD, Mrs. Anne Margaret Maddux "Peggy" Age 54 of Nashville, TN. June 10, 2007. She leaves behind her devoted husband of 33 years, Stuart Sloane Southard; children, Lori Shannon (Tommy) Harris, Sara Elizabeth (Andy) Cline, Stuart Sloane Southard, Jr. and Whitney Anne Southard; parents, Joseph O. and Anne C. Maddux; sisters, Mary Beth (Harry) Shields and Sara Lee (Cas) Cheshire; brothers, Joseph Maddux Jr. and John Walton Maddux; grandchildren, Rylan, Levi and Ty Harris and Anne Clare Cline; nieces and nephews that were like her children, Harrison (Jen), Corby (Rachel), John Paul (Tara) Shields, Annie and Catie Shields, Patrick Maddux, Beth (Chris) Matekovich, Jeanne and Emily Cheshire and many wonderful friends.

She graduated from St. Cecilia Academy and University of Kentucky with a degree in Nursing. Peggy's life was a beautiful example of true devotion to God the Father and his precious son, Jesus Christ. She was an active member of Strong Tower Bible Church. She demonstrated her love of the Lord, so willing and graciously giving herself to others through her work as a Nurse, her unselfish sacrifices as a Mother and her membership and mentorship in organizations such as Strong Tower Bible Church-Women's Leadership Team, Grace Works, Adult Literacy Program of Williamson County, Hope Clinic for Women (Crisis Pregnancy Support Center), Christ Presbyterian Academy, Eagles Tutoring, Founder of Mothers of Four or More, Adult Bible Study Programs, Founder of Brookside Food Co-op and Daily Bread Food Co-op. She served as a board member of the Christian Leadership Concepts, Franklin Community Ministries and Mercy Children's Medical Clinic. She is a founding member of New Hope Academy. Peggy had a special gift, the ability to bring light, hope and encouragement to everyone she met. She was always so ready with a smile that was easy to return and above all sweetness that radiated throughout her life. She so loved her friends in the Monday and Wednesday Bible Studies.

The family will receive visitors on Tuesday, June 12, 2007 from 4 til 8 p.m. and on Wednesday from 800 til 930 a.m. at Strong Tower Bible Church, 230 Franklin Road, Building 14 at the Factory, Franklin, TN. Services will be held 10 a.m., Wednesday, June 13, 2007 at Strong Tower Bible Church. Interment Harpeth Hills Memory Gardens. Pallbearers will be Anthony Hendricks, Rick Puncochar, Scott Roley, Guy Wallace, Larry Wallace, Ed White and Wes Yoder. Honorary Pallbearers include Norman Jameson and Don Lawton.

In lieu of flowers, please send contributions to New Hope Academy, 1820 Downs Blvd., Franklin, TN 37064 or African Leadership, P.O. Box 682444, Franklin, TN 37068. WILLIAMSON MEMORIAL FUNERAL HOME, (615) 794-2289

Temporary Break In Fellowship

This morning, my sweet friend Peggy (on the left in the picture) was released from this world and taken home, her true home where this is no cancer and only joy and sweet fellowship with our heavenly Father. My mind is full of emotions and thoughts right now, too many to sort out in one posting. I have more I want to say, to honor her, to honor the type of amazing woman she was.

When we got home from church, Andy was reading my recent posts, and on the side where I have a daily verse, this is what it read:
Today's Verse:
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.1 Thessalonians 4:16,17 / KJV

How fitting for today, how thankful I am of a small reminder that our fellowship with Peggy is only a temporary separation. I look forward to the day of eternal fellowship that will not ever be broken.

Finally....

Well, many of my blogging friends have put up label clouds on their blogs. I looked at how to do it, have looked many 'o' times, but never bothered to try and figure it out. I think the things are neat-o, but my laziness always seemed to win out. Today however, with Andy being away at men's retreat, I went ahead and did it. Go ahead, take a gander over on the right side of the blog to view my little "cloud o fun." The directions I found here were great, even for a goof-ball such as myself. If I can do it, I'm pretty darn sure anyone can.

My Jesus

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like my Jesus

From "My Jesus" by Todd Agnew
From the album Reflection of Something

Go on and read it

I wanted to share two different posts, from different blogs. One inspired me and made me shout, "Amen!" while the other had me laughing so hard my sides hurt. Enjoy, I have only posted a small portion of the full stories.

There are just voices everywhere. They tell us who we are, what to do, what's right, what's wrong and what are the best choices to make. Some voices are like an annoying Dachsund next door. They just yap, yap, yap....Some voices are like cunning foxes, saying things with an ulterior motive based in their own agenda. The fox might sound wise, but it's motives aren't really in your best interests...Some voices are like a cuddly, Golden Retriever, who offers a comfortable place for you, but doesn't offer much substance or wisdom.
Jodi - Voices, Validation

I was not even close to home and my muscles were protesting every single push of the pedal! If you could look underneath my skin, I think you would've seen my muscles staging a sit in, holding signs that read, "Hell no! We won't go," the lead muscle on the phone with her union rep. I then wondered which of my muscles was the lead muscle (I'm guessing the quad?), which kind of made me chuckle despite the anguish, which in turn made me instantly aware of the intense humidity that was crushing my poor laughing lungs with all of its weight and density.
Ginger: Easy Does It, Until It Doesn't, Viaggio!

Excuse me? Come again?

So, I decided to go out for a short walk then come in and do a few kickboxing type moves. Even though I went running this morning, I just wanted to do a bit more. Since I'm doing a 5K Saturday, I figured my kick/lunge/squat workout would be a good one. Nice exercises that won't leave me too sore. But anyway...I'm walking along and the kid who lives across the street is riding toward me on his bike. This is the exchange that followed:

Casche (pronounced Cash - sad, I know): Hey girl, stop right there.

Me (thinking to myself, "no really, he did not just speak that disrespectfully towards someone whom he does not know): whatcha need kiddo?

Casche: I said stop right there!

Me (still walking, though I have turned to face him): what do you need?

Casche: You shouldn't be walking on the bike trail, it's dangerous.

Me (thinking, "how much trouble would I be in if I popped him for being so obnoxious?"): I will be fine, and people can walk on the sidewalks, that's what they are for.

Casche: No, it's dangerous, this is for bikes.

Wow, can't wait until he grows up and has a say in how the world should be run; he will have us all walking in the streets because, yea, that's safer than those sidewalks that are really only for bikes.

Fantastic Day

These are the roses that were brought home to me yesterday.







This is the adorable man who brought me the roses. The very man who I will be celebrating 4 wonderful years of marriage with in July.




This is us with the friend who introduced my husband and I and who treated us to Famous Daves last night.






Roses, great food, and amazing fellowship? Yea, yesterday was pretty fantastic.

Doing that running thing

This morning, off I went, heart monitor strapped on, MP3 in place, and new shoes gently cushioning my feet to accomplish 3 miles. I felt pretty strong, though my breathing has been weird lately. Maybe my lungs need to be reminded of their job in helping my body functioning, and functioning well while I am running. Not sure what is going on, but they need to get with it! But, I digress. Out on the open road I went, jammin to my music, and trying to block out the *beep - beep - beep* of the heart rate monitor. I looked down and it was telling me that my heart rate was not high enough. Funny, it felt like my heart was close to leaping right out of my chest. More than likely, it would have been forced out by my lungs that were heaving back and forth. Again, I digress.

In order to stop the beeping (I can only handle the MP3 so loud you know), I picked up my pace. It actually felt good to be going a bit faster than I would typically go if not for the *beep - beep - beep* of the heart rate monitor. The last half mile, I decided to try to pick up my pace just a bit more. Besides, it would be good training for the 5K I am doing Saturday.

The last 100 yards or so I thought, "self, let's see if we can pick it up just a bit more, pretend there's a finish line to cross and you gotta get there quickly." As I picked up my pace even further, close to what is a full on sprint for me, the *beep - beep - beep* of the heart rate monitor started again. What the heck?!?! I began huffing and puffing as I tried to go just as fast as my sore legs could go. A few houses down I started walking to begin my cool down and glanced down at my heart rate monitor, which was still beeping. And that's when I noticed: it had been telling me to REDUCE my heart rate (ie: slow down) for the last 2 minutes or so, not speed up. Sheesh! Guess I need to pay better attention, then again, my story is not as good as this one.

You see, the problem with me is.....

As Andy and I were traversing the many miles home after our trip to Texas, we listened to a cd of a sermon. I believe our House Church group was called upon to be in the Upper Room praying that day, so we weren't physically present to hear what was said by the speaker. Since the head pastor is also in our group, one of the elders stepped into the pulpit that morning. It was phenomenal.

One of the main points he made that has stuck with me for the past week is that when we are called into a place of spiritual growth, we must do it alone. No one but God can step in and make the changes and improvements we need. If I am going through this, not even my husband, who lies beside me every night, can get me through it, I must get alone with God. I need his prayers for sure, but the change comes only from time with the One who created me. Whether this stems from some trauma, a bad decision, or just as a natural part of learning, in those moments, I must step away with my Father.

As I have thought about that, I have also realized the many, oh so many, times I have tried to step into the lives of others for the sake of "helping." You're struggling? Don't worry! I know all the answers, I can fix this! So, I spoke, I interjected myself into things that were only for the person and God to sort through. And so I thought of the times I have done this, and the list became a painfully long one. Though I did have the intention of helping and hopefully offering some encourgement, all that was needed of me was prayer. You see, when someone is called to be alone with the Father, I have no right to interrupt that time.

So, for those of you who may read this who fall into that category, who have experienced me stepping in when you were "going through some stuff" and I spoke rather than simply praying, I am sorry.

That's the problem with me, I think I have answers that I really don't, and as my dad used to tease me, I'm trying to save the world.

The Cosby Show - Hilarious Scene

I love this show, I miss this show, I wish there were more like it on TV today.

Thoughts on worship

A friend sent me this link and I had to share it. I love it!

DESCRIPTION:
Author Brian McLaren discusses art, propaganda, and the worship industry.

Click here to watch the video.

And Still I Rise

This is to add to this post by my friend Ginger :)

Phenomenal Woman

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
*Maya Angelou*

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

**Ginger, thanks for posting one of her poems on your blog. She's amazing!

Master of the Rain Dance

Well, it seems my technique to usher in the rain has worked. Here is my proof that it is actually raining, not for long, but who cares? I will take whatever the sky will give us, but yes, I would like for it to rain some more.
I love these clouds, come on, throw some rain down. I know ya got it in ya.






This is the view out our front door. Not sure if you can really tell that it's raining, but it is. The sidewalks are covered in the good ole H2O, hooray!








See those spots on the sidewalk? It's rain, hooray for rain!!!

Sweet Picture

I saw this picture and had to post it. Yes, I totally stole it from someone else. Just wanted to clarify that so you don't think that was my handy work. I am not that good yet.

Let the Rain fall down, and I won't stop

Much like my friend Jen, we need some rain here. So, I did my own version of the rain dance: I went and washed my car. Surely the rain showers will flow freely from the heavens now. Right?

On my way home from the coolest store on earth, here's what happened:
Got stopped by a cop today, all of 10 houses or so down from ours. I was trying to avoid the mailman, who was at the last house right by the stop sign, and the cop said I didn't come to a complete stop (which, I really didn't).

As all good officers do, he asked me if I knew why he stopped me. Now, let's think about this: why would I incriminate myself? Because really, maybe he just needed someone to talk to, wanted to make sure I was having a good day, or wanted my input on some suspicious activity in the neighborhood. So, I answer, "no." He informs me of my failure to stop, I inform him I was trying to avoid the mailman. Ever so politely, he asks for my license, insurance, and proof of registration. The license and insurance? No problem, right in my wallet. The registration? Different story, it's buried somewhere in the glove compartment. I turned to him, smiled, and said, "the registration may take a moment to find, sorry." Since it was taking me so long to find my car registration, he sighed and said, "I'll let you go with a warning, but make sure you stop at the stop signs."

Who knew that my lack of organization in my glove compartment (where I allow myself to be messy) would come in handy? Seems to have worked in my favor today. And for the record, that is the first time in 5 plus years I have been pulled over.

For my running friends

First of all, if there is a Fleet Feet near you, that's where you need to go to find your running shoes. They know what they are talking about. And, if you have done a considerable amount of running/walking, you know that the right pair of shoes can make all the difference in the world. Truly, check them out.

Secondly, I got this sweet pair of Nike shoes the other day. They are my new best friend(s). It feels like I'm running on foam cushions, they are so amazing. Mind you, they aren't cheap, but they are worth every dime. Sadly, the most expensive shoes in my closet are my running shoes. Everything else? Typically found at Target or the Shoe Carnival. But, my running shoes? That's where I spend my money because I'm already abusing my limbs by going running close to every day as it is. So, they deserve the finer things in life.

Happy trails all, hope you are enjoying the sunshine, and the abilities we have to actually get out and run.

Face to Faith

My friend Ginger posted a blog entitled Face to Faith regarding an article by the same name and asked for opinions. Rather than hogging up her comments section, I decided to write my thoughts here. Oh yea, to clarify, Mark was the originator of the question. Shall we start?

1. I do not have much knowledge of the Anglican church nor their views, etc, so my ideas may be a bit limited. Not knowing that bit of information makes a proper response a bit tricky.

2. I don't care for political terms in the least bit. I couldn't care less what political party one is a part of, nor do I think God upholds one over another. We, as people, seem to get stuck in the parameters we set among certain "groups" be they political, religious, economic, etc. None of the these matter, it is the heart of the person that has always been the issue. (bit of a sidenote with this one I know)

3. "Jesus: a man from a minority religious culture " - Jesus was not so much a man of a minority, but a man of truth, which is not always highly looked upon. He was, again, not about "groups," but about the heart of the people. He also brought the truth to light above anything else. He spoke of a definite line between right and wrong, one that, in my humble opinion, is very blurred in society. There is no gray area, it is pretty black and white, whether we want to accept that or not. However, he also allowed for grace and mercy because without those, there is no love anyway. In being gracious and merciful, He never did allow one to stay in their state of sin. It seems, in my readings, that He essentially asked them to choose their sin or Him. Let's be honest, sin feels good. It's comfy and pleasurable, otherwise, I wouldn't be so dang tempted by it. However, I have to admit to that sin, ask forgiveness, and choose Him over whatever sin it is that plagues me if I am to be obedient. And, since we are to be about our Father's business, obedience is not merely a suggestion but a requirement.

4. "the margins will always be dangerous places. Yet when Jesus calls his followers to take up their cross, it is to the margins that he beckons." - true true. The problem here, that I have found, is that most (and not all, but most) Christians do not appear any different than the rest of the people. This is where Jesus really is set apart, he was among the people, not afraid of their mess, but those who encountered him knew he was different. There was something in his eyes, something in how he spoke that made them listen. How was he able to do this? He spent time with his father in word and deed. Not only did he spend time praying to find out his father's will, but then he went out and did it. Throughout scripture, I find faith is to be active "pick up your cross and follow me," "cast out your nets," "feed them," and so on.

My problem in being "in the world not of it?" I get caught up in being right, in having my voice heard, rather than in loving people, in speaking truth, and in doing the will of my Father. Instead, I return to that which is easy and "feels good," a place that does not challenge nor hold me accountable. Rather than being set apart, I end up looking exactly like the world rather than my Father. And in seeking to find enlightenment and not set any boundaries, I have found that we have become more bound and more chained than ever before.

I apologize because I feel my thoughts are a bit random and all over the place. In fact, I probably failed to answer the questions that were originally asked of me. What I know is this: Jesus came to save a fallen sinful world, a world that is still fallen and sinful. There is absolute truth, and we choose daily whether to follow it or our own desires. There is balance and freedom in the boundaries God has set before his people, though the world may disagree. Finally, I am daily seeking, daily stumbling, and daily trusting in the promises God has spoken because I know his word never returns void. His word is the only one I can trust wholly.

So, I will walk, doing my best to be about my Father's business, and allow the world to say what they will of me because I seek God's approval, not man's.

Go go go

Aaron's mom is doing her first half marathon today. Whoooppee! I remember the first marathon I did and all my nerves. Ick! I couldn't have been happier that it started because then I was one minute closer to being done! So, send good, happy, strong thoughts her way as she does the Fontana Days Run half marathon. I know she was nervous, but I'm sure she'll do great!

Babysitter Extraordinaire

This is what happens when a two year old is left, in my care, with my box of toys. Oh well, that's what they get for moving!

And yes, I know this will have you all flocking to my door begging me to care for your children. It's a gift I tell you, a gift. HA HA HA!

Pictures...finally

Here are some links to the pictures from our "best good weekend ever."

Our visit with the Leventhals: click here

Random pictures of fun times and people: click here

*Pics from the Aquarium will be linked momentarily. And in momentarily, I didn't intend for that to equal 24 hours. Click here.