The Longest Weekend Ever

I feel like I haven't slept in days. Friday consisted of a day with Luke, "Charm School" at the Springer, dinner at The Market with Anthony, some cousin time, and finally a few hours of sleep. Saturday was a bit more hectic with the Young Life pancake breakfast, a 5k (that was really more like a 10k...SURPRISE), lunch with Mac, an hour's nap, and babysitting the Yancy girls. Whew. After that it was once again bedtime for T. A few more hours of sleep, church, a couple of errands, and now time with my family before starting what I am sure is going to be an eventful week.

Don't get me wrong. The weekend was awesome. Nothing compares to The Market or time with my Young Life family. And keeping those girls is always a highlight. Allow me to elaborate.

Stella: Here, you can sleep with this doll.
Me: Thanks, honey.
Stella: Where are you going to sleep?
Me: At my house.
Stella. Oh...I'm going to need that back.

Maggie: jhdsgfiutjndlgjargnr;g
Me: Say what, Maggs?
Maggie:LKDFLKJDFKLJDFKJDFLKJ
Me: Can you show me?
Points to her covers.
Me: Do you want the covers pulled back?
Maggie nods.
Me: OK.
I went to tuck Emma in and when I came back down the hall I heard:
Maggie: Ewe down't do dis wite.
Me: What is it, sweetheart?
Maggie: sdfkjghlsrjdhkslhd
Me (disparagingly): Show me, Maggs.
Maggie: Cuwtains.
Me: Pull them together?
Maggie: Wes.
Me: OK. Got it. That all, Princess Maggie?
Maggie (Sighs deeply): Wes. I wuv ewe.

And this is why I love keeping the Yancey girls.

Weekends are great, although I am partial to Sundays. I am sitting here watching a really lame movie with my family. And even though it is a lame movie, we are together and Ben is making silly remarks and Jess is doing his cockney accent and Mom and Dad are laughing our silliness. Yes. Sundays are good.

On to a busy week. More on that later.

A letter to my Dad

Dear Daddy,

Thank you for being there last weekend when I ran my 5k. Not an unusual thing for me to do, but for some reason I wanted you there and you were. And that means the world to me.

Thank you for being a provider. Thank you for knowing how to fix anything and everything and for figuring out how to fix it if you just happen to not know how. Thank you for being good at math. Thank you for letting me drive your car while you have mine fixed. Thank you for all the lunches and chit-chats about nothing in particular. Thank you for being excited when I tell you how far I ran today. Thank you for understanding when I needed to move out and when I needed to find a new church. Thank you for being committed to preaching Christ's name in our home. Thank you for getting us together on Sunday afternoons for bible studies, cereal dinners, and movies. Thank you for praying the same prayer every morning because when I don't know what to pray I pray the words I have heard you say over and over again. Thank you for teaching me how to sing. Thank you for teaching four measures to a dozen or so hymns.

Thank you for being consistent. Thank you for being my dad. Thank you for giving me your name. Thank you for sharing your faith, your home state, your love of tacos, baseball, boxing, running, and tradition. You aren't perfect and heaven knows we don't always agree, but I love you so much and I am so glad that I am a Garcia.

Love,
Deedah

"We are close."

Rearcous Smith was a man among men. A killer smile, the voice of an angel, a talking voice that I could listen to for hours, a loving heart, a kind word for everyone (to their face and behind their back), and a way of saying "Baby" that could make my heart melt, Rearcous was just special. Plain and simple.

Several summers ago, I was interning at the Springer and I was the personal intern for Ron Anderson's son, Max, who has autism. At the time, Max was really struggling, although he is doing really well now. Anyway, Max was having a particularly hard time in Rearcous' Musical Theater class and everyday it seemed like there was something else. Rearcous' heart hurt for Max and I remember one specific day that we both just sat and cried together. The following days were much better as we worked together to make Rea's class the best possible experience for Max.

Another example of Rearcous' sweet heart was when we were both cast in "Suessical, The Musical." A heavy dance show, I have no idea what possessed Paul Pierce to cast me, but he did. Rearcous worked with me before and after rehearsal to make sure that I was ready for opening. And I was...for the most part.

Rearcous was a talented teacher, a triple threat in the world of theater, one of the kindest people I have ever met, and a very dear friend. I love him and I am going to miss those hugs and "Heeeeyyy, Baby!" mixed with that infectious laughter.

"Today will be a wonderful day because I have made a positive change in my life. I've made a choice to be all I can, because I know things will work out right if I have faith. I can do anything if I try. I know that I can, I know that I will. Today!"

This week I learned...

1. Busy weekends lead to tired Mondays.
2. I really am a runner.
3. Joe Garcia is going to be a great wedding date.
4. I am a sound sleeper.
5. Jesus loves me this I know for the bible tells me so.
6. An hour or two with mom can make the whole day better.
7. His love will quiet me.
8. The Young Life community is one of my favorite aspects of my life.
9. Chili's has the BEST salad.
10. A Country's BBQ sandwich tastes good at anytime of the day.

Good Friday and Easter

Good Friday started off like a normal Friday with little Luke. His sweet baby smiles and laughter filled my morning with serenity and calm. By mid-morning, though, I attending a funeral service honoring the life of George Holbrook, father of my friend, Jeff. It was at the graveside that I heard Sally say something I have heard a million times but hadn't truly thought about until that moment. She said, "I love Good Friday because it is the day that Jesus died on the cross for my sins." If you read my blog at all, you know that I am a Christian and have been a believer for almost 21 years. But, if you read my blog at all you know that it was in November of 2007 that I rededicated my life to the Lord and began my personal walk with Him. So, obviously, this thought it not a new one for me, but it is one that I pondered over a great deal this weekend.

This past weekend was Easter weekend. This is possibly the most celebrated holiday on the Christian calender. I personally love Easter. I love that the white shoes come back out, the dying of Easter eggs, the smoked hams, the gathering of family and friends, and the sugar coma that I am sure to fall into. But, it's the true meaning of Easter that I love the most. However, this is where I get hung up. What is the most important part of Easter? Is it the death of Christ or His resurrection?

This baby was born, in a manger in a barn, and he lived a normal little boy's life-only one with no lying, cheating, or sin of any kind-and he was a carpenter until he reached the age of 30 when He began a three year ministry to people of all stations in life. Then, at the age of 33, He was charged with no real crime and executed in the most horrifying and humiliating way between two thieves on a cross. And then, not only did He die, but He rose from the grave on the third day. He conquered death and ascended into heaven where He sits at the right hand of God, the Father. And I believe all of this to be true because of the accounts of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, all eyewitnesses to Jesus (with the exception of Luke, a doctor and a gentile), each book written within one generation of Jesus' ministry, death, and resurrection, leaving little room for dispute since eyewitness accounts are in all five books dedicated to Jesus' life. Jesus, who lived this sinless, perfect life, died that horrific death because He loved me. Me. This sinful, ungrateful, wretched little person who doubts her heavenly father at least once a day and is less than faithful in our blossoming relationship. Yes, Jesus died on the cross out of His love for me.

Friday was a miserable day for Jesus. He was beat up, spit on, whipped, and He was nailed to a cross where He died. And yet Friday is a day of joy for sinners everywhere because it is in His death that we were set free for our sins; past, present, and future. On Saturday, Jesus lay in the tomb and early Sunday morning, He was raised from the dead.

I believe that it is the sacrifice of Jesus' life on the cross that is most important to sinners, but like love and marriage, you can't have one without the other. His death had to be accompanied by His resurrection. Without conquering the grave and death, His sacrifice would have been lessened. It's because of these events that God and sinners are reconciled and for that I am so very grateful.

This week I learned...

1. Afternoons with nothing to do are nice.
2. While I love thunderstorms, if they are accompanied by tornadoes I am not as big a fan.
3. I love Good Friday.
4. Always saying yes can also be described as "being stupid."
5. Seeing Sally V.G.B. twice in less than a week is super nice.
6. It's ok to not be ok with going back to the way things used to be.
7. 10:00-10:30pm is my new bedtime.
8. It's bad when you go to enough funerals to tell a good one from a bad one.
9. Helen Keller was a communist.
10. News can be spun however the network likes.

69 days

It took me 69 days to realize that there wasn't going to be a call.
69 days feeling like I was going to fall.
Crying and trying not to cry.
Wondering and really knowing.
And has taken me 17 months (and counting) to regain all of my confidence.
17 months to know that it was for the better.
17 months of searching.
But it only took me about 69 seconds to realize that I was better off.
69 seconds to know that it's not too much.
It took me 69 seconds to realize that saying hello would have taken all of .69 seconds and I wasn't going to hear it.
69 seconds to know that not hearing "Hello" was just one more step towards regaining that confidence.

"...and you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security...and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your roads today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have ways of falling down in mid-flight... And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have worth ,and you learn, and you learn..."-Veronica A. Shoffstall

This week I learned...

1. Subtle awkward or obvious awkward, it's all awkward.
2. I don't need a GPS. I have Richard.
3. I like to cook.
   
4. I need to put my smoke detector back up in my bedroom.
   
5. One good morning to sleep in is much needed and overdue.
6. I don't mind filling out forms.
7. Diet coke does not need to be back in my fridge for a long time.
8. Easter is only six days away!
9. I feel teased and vulnerable after Saturday's beautiful weather and the past two days ridiculous craziness.
10. Communication is key.
    

The Homemakers vs. The Businesswomen

In today's society, there are two basic types of women. There is the Homemaker and the Working Woman. Now, within these two types of women there are the women that have children and the women who do not. Both types of women are hardworking, strong, and independent women. Both types of women represent the American Woman in all forms. Yet, society has varying views on the value of both the Homemakers and the Businesswomen.

The Homemaker is viewed in two different ways. The first is admiration. Her family takes top priority with nothing else vying for her attention. She cooks, cleans, does laundry, carpools children, and is a lover, all the while being a wife and mother. (Ooo. I rhymed. Extra credit right here.) The second is view is scorn. She does all of these things, yet is she content? Doesn't she have dreams? Doesn't she want more?

The Businesswoman is also viewed in two different ways. The views are the same as the Homemaker. The first is Admiration. She works in the corporate world and has a family. She is able to take care of her family and have a career. The second view is scorn. Is she able to give both priorities enough time and effort to make them both successful? Are her children getting enough “mommy” time? Is her relationship with her husband as a wife and lover able to grow and flourish? Is her job taken care of in a way that is productive to the company?

The answers to all of these questions are yes. There are women who are content being homemakers. There are women who want something different. A woman can succeed in the business world while succeeding as a wife and mother. Children with working mothers grow up to be normal human beings, just like those children whose mothers stayed home with them. Husbands whose wives work outside the home are loved and nurtured just like those whose wives stay at home. The two family types may function differently, but both can be happy, “normal”, loving families. Yet, with all this said, there are still parts of society that looks at the woman who works outside the home and says “ Tisk, tisk. That woman is neglecting her family.” On the other hand the Homemaker is looked at in the same way only on a more personal level, with worry focused on the person and not so much on the activities with which she is involved. Well, at least both sides are talking about the other and no one is being singled out.

Let's look at the Homemaker. Her job is not an easy one. She is constantly being pulled in several different directions. She has a full time job cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, raising children, and being a wife. The question “Does she want more?” still arises. It depends on the woman. Some women are perfectly happy being a Homemaker. They love their job as a wife and mother and need nothing else to fulfill them. They take time out for themselves when needed, but taking care of others is what keeps them going. Yet there is the Homemaker who wants more and is not content with “just being at home”. If she is not truly happy, how can she effectively take care of her family? There are women who do long for more than the role of homemaking and that is where we meet the Working Mother.

The Working Mother is not so different from the Homemaker. She also cooks, cleans, does laundry, has children, and a husband, but has a corporate job as well. She is a wife and mother and businesswoman all at the same time. She carpools children, goes to soccer games, little league games, sits on the PTA board, and takes care of her husband. Whether she is a doctor in the E.R., a lawyer, a CEO of a multi-million dollar corporation, or a politician on Capitol Hill, it does not change the fact that she loves her family. While it is true that it is not always a fairy tale life, the vast majority of women prioritize well (since that is what women do) and work hard at putting their families come first.

The Working Mother is a fairly new phenomenon. Only since the Second World War have women truly begun to work outside the home for any reason other than a financial one. Women have begun to work outside the home because they enjoy it. Whereas, during WWII, when they were forced to take up the jobs the husbands, sons, brothers, and fathers had had before the war, now women were realizing they enjoyed the idea of working outside the home. They wanted to be a part of the world in a new way. They had only recently acquired the right to vote and now they wanted to be a part of the work force that was truly affected by their vote.

I believe whole-heartedly that women can choose what they want to do. That women can be successful at whatever they put their minds too. I grew up in a home where my mom stayed home with us. I have friends who had moms working outside of the home. And we all went to college, are emotionally stable people, and are working towards our dreams. I work for a family where the mom works outside the home and I have full faith that little Luke will also go to college, be emotionally stable, and go on to be a successful adult who will make his parents proud.

The judgment and guilt put on women who work outside the home with a family in tow is unfair and wrong. And it is wrong for the working woman to look down with superiority on the homemaker. There are always going to be reasons behind the decision of each woman to stay at home or work outside the home. And we will never know all of those reasons. So where does the right to judge come from?

Please Pardon Our Progress

I found this new template that I really love, but I am still figuring it out. Please bear with me while I experiment.

Thanks and Love!

This week I learned...

1. Bad days can happen anywhere.
2. I have most definitely broken the bad habit of biting my nails.
3. I love the new "Mott's Apple Juice" commercial. (Or at least the song in the commercial.)
   
4. Keeping Luke is a fantastic self-awareness exercise (and, yes, I am aware of how self-centered that sounds).
5. Great runs make for great days.
6. I love sweet cornbread.
7. I am craving sushi like a pregnant woman (NO. I AM NOT PREGNANT).
8. African artwork is quite lovely.
9. I love Landon Pigg.
10. President Bartlett for President in 2012. Seriously.
    

Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand

**For the record (and just to make sure that I have told more people than my brother, Jess), I want this song sung at my funeral (RUF style).

1. Ten thousand times ten thousand
In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints throng
Up the steep of light:
’Tis finished, all is finished,
Their fight with death and sin;
Fling open wide the golden gates,
And let the victors in.

2. What rush of alleluias
Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation
And all its tribes were made;
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousandfold repaid!

3. O then what raptured greetings
On Canaan’s happy shore;
What knitting severed friendship
Up where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,
That brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.

4. Bring near Thy great salvation,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of Thine elect,
Then take Thy power, and reign;
Appear, Desire of nations,
Thine exiles long for home;
Shoe in the heaven Thy promised sign;
Thou Prince and Savior, come.

©1997 Christopher Miner Music.

Press Conferences, Health Care, and all 60 states of America.

It was only 65 days ago that I wrote a post about the Inauguration of the first African-American President of our great nation, Barack Obama. In this post, I suggested keeping various criticisms suppressed until later, allowing for the enjoyment of the historical nature of the day. And in the past 65 days, I have done a fairly good job of watching and waiting, more than willing and really quite eager to be able to sing the praises of our newest Commander in Chief. However, after 65 days -and yes, I realize that it has only been 65 days- I have some criticisms.

While I am more than willing to admit that President Obama was handed an economical mess, I am failing to see much improvement, if any, now or in the near future. With our financial debt reaching the trillions and no end in sight to the spending, my faith is waning. And, in light of last night's press conference, I don't see my confidence returning at extreme rates of speed.

In the first question posed last night by Jennifer Loven of the Associated Press, Obama was asked about government regulation of big, complex financial structures and why he thought the American people would "sign on for another new sweeping authority for the government to take over companies..." given the failure experienced thus far with banks refusing to release spending reports and AIG's bonuses. To this Obama responds that these issues happened because there was no authority to begin with and to keep in mind that AIG is an insurance firm and not a bank, because if it was, it would have been privatized by this point. Comforting, I'm sure. When Loven then asked why should the public trust the government to handle that authority well, Obama skirted around the question by saying that the FDIC handles these situations well, and given the right tools, so could the government. Sorry, what? The comparison seems faulty.

I have a difficult time wrapping my mind around more government authority and the President's round-about reasoning is not helping convince me that it is a good idea. By placing what Obama calls "common sense" regulations on these institutions, the government is then controlling the people that you have chosen to place in control of your money. No matter how you slice it, it is government control over yet another aspect of your life and how is that a good idea?

When asked by NBC's Chuck Todd about the lack of sacrifices asked of the American People, given the financial crisis that we find ourselves in, Obama responded that the American people sacrifice enough; parents cutting back so kids can go to college, folks cutting out a whole day's work so that others won't be laid off, etc. And in this regard, I totally agree. The American people are sacrificing. However, I think it is important for their Commander in Chief to set an example of responsible spending and cutting back, both in national affairs and more "low-key" affairs. I am referring to the numerous parties and cocktail hours held by the White House. In a recession like ours, how is it appropriate for the President to have a continuous string of parties? Someone suggested that it was because it was the only way for both sides to actually get together and talk. So what do we need with congressional and senate meetings? Obviously, they are of no use since we bribe our country's leaders to actually talk to one another with free alcohol and eats. This same person suggested that there is so much anger on both sides of the aisle that this is the only way to get them to put aside their differences. Well, if this is the case, when did we start letting fraternities and sororities run the country? Seriously, these grown men and women, who all want to continue living in the greatest nation on this earth-preferably as senators and congressmen/women- can't seem to come together and work on this crisis without being bribed by cocktails and a live band? Surely there is a better answer. Certainly our high-ranking political figures are more mature than that. If not, maybe we should reconsider their positions in upcoming elections.

CBS's Chip Reid jumped in after Todd, quoting comments made by the President during his town hall meetings in California last week where he said "I didn't run for president to pass on our problems to the next generation." Reid then questioned Obama's budget that will increase the national debt by a reported $7 trillion over the next ten years (The Congressional Budget's Office says $9.3 trillion) and it has been said that with health care, education, and environmental spending, this will be the most irresponsible budget in American history. Obama's one word answer was: Yes. Upon further prompting from Reid, Obama stated that he was handed a $1.3 trillion deficit (I should have known that it was all Bush's fault, which obviously excuses the $7.3 trillion that we will incur because of Obama's budget) and that since no one else had a better plan, his would have to do. Oh, and he is cutting out wasteful spending on Medicare and adding the necessary funds for wooden arrows for children, pig odor control, new cars for the federal government, and according to an article in the WallStreet Journal, $7 billion will go towards modernizing federal buildings. When asked why the deficit would be cut in half over the next four to five years and then continue to go up after that, all the while making long term structural cuts and our debt still rising in the out years, the President responded saying, "Well, look, it is going to take a whole host of adjustments, and we couldn't reflect all of those adjustments in this budget." Really? Is that the response that the American people want to hear right now? Our President and his advisers are putting together a plan that they haven't fully reflected upon? I feel better now.

More questions ensued and the round- about answers continued. CNN's Ed Henry stated that while President Obama continued to criticize and blame the Bush administration, his own plan would double that debt. When asked if he was concerned about an even bigger fiscal disaster should the spending continue, Obama said, "Yes, of course!" Silly Ed. Don't you know that health care is the answer to all of our nation's problems? Socialize America's health care and we won't be in debt anymore. Right? Of course, the other option is to "stand pat" and do nothing and not invest in our health care at all. Wasn't aware that there was an issue with health care other than the government wanting to control something else.

Henry also asked why it took so long for Obama to come out with his outrage and admonition towards AIG. The President said that it was because he likes to know what he is talking about before he speaks. Which leads us to a lighter note.

Everyone misspeaks. It's a natural, human thing to do. While George W. Bush was constantly mocked for his, sometimes outlandish, remarks and mis-usage of words, let us note that Barack Obama is not without some thoughtless moments of his own.

On March 17th, 2009-St. Patrick's Day-President Obama appeared, along side Irish Prime Minister Brian Cowen and proceeded to read the wrong speech, one meant for the Prime Minister, and thank himself for the party that was being given...by him. Then, this past week, during the first ever late night T.V. appearance made by a President, Obama proceeded to remark that his bowling average was on par with the "Special Olympics." Ouch. Really?

Obama's blunders do not stop there. From THE bomb that fell on Pearl Harbor to his uncle being among the first American troops that freed Auschwitz concentration camp, as well as honoring dead troops that he SAW while making a speech on Memorial Day, Obama's bloopers are numerous over the past months. His mixed up dates and events and disorientation on the campaign trail make for several laughs. Oh, and I guess my education was lacking since I had no idea that America consisted of 60 states.

Overall, impressed is not the word I would use when President Obama's first couple of months in office come to mind. However, I am committed to continuing my following of our new leader and staying open to what comes out of the White House, hopeful for the American people and our President.

He's Just Not That Into You.

Seen this film? I have. Twice. Why you ask? Was it really that good? No, it wasn't that good. However, it was interesting. The entire movie feeds you this "Girls-have-been-lied-to-since-the-beginning-of-time-there-are-rarely-exceptions-only-rules" and then it ends with a happy ending for the "good" people and the "bad" people getting what they deserve.



So what's the point? I mean, nice attempt to show real life and not a load of crap, Hollywood, but once again you failed. Yes, it's true that women are fed the lie that goes something like "Boys-are-mean-to-you-because-they-like-you." And the movie did a good job of showing that that is simply not true. However, the end of the movie shows ridiculous pursuit that rarely happens and, of course, the guy gets the girl that he was mean to and the crazy girl gets the perfect guy and the guy that doesn't believe in marriage decides to get married because he has a change of heart and then Jennifer Aniston gets what she wants (and who doesn't want ole' Jenny to get what she wants after everything she has been through?). But in what world does any of that happen? We all know that Jennifer Aniston got jipped and that will probably never be fixed. The good news is, the guy that lied got kicked out and the home-wrecker girl was, seemingly, punished as well. Whoo-Hoo. Go Hollywood. That alone was the film's redemption. Every woman in the theater felt better after that. Not.

Again, interesting film, but fairly depressing for most women because, once more, there was that promise of a fairy tale that few realize in their own reality.

**Author's note**I realize that the above review may sound bitter, however, there is no personal bitterness felt. I merely call 'em like I see 'em. ~tg

This week I learned...

1. Playing "mom" comes as naturally as breathing for me.
2. I sleep better on the couch, whether I need comfort or not.
3. I can wear a size four again.
4. I REALLY love that "The West Wing" comes on twice a day.
5. When one door closes, another one will open. Even if it takes almost a month for that to happen.
6. The University of Texas is going to take until forever and eternity to accept or deny my application.
7. I do know what I want...just not the specifics of it all.
8. As much as I love words, sometimes they are better left unused.
9. Early mornings are still something I enjoy.
10. Perks are subjective.
    

Want vs. Need

Wants:

I have no idea anymore.


Needs:

1. Confidence
2. Faith
   

Back to the Basics

While watching "West Wing" the other morning, a commercial caught my attention. It was the newest Allstate Insurance advertisement.



I really love this ad and the truth in it. As we face an economic crisis that is the worst our generation has seen, the basics- as Allstate put it- are becoming exceedingly important to our society. I find this to be true for myself. Learning to do without and make do with what I have, putting off something new and savoring what is already in my possession, treasuring consistency and what I know will always be, these are the lessons that are very real in our world right now.

Christmas seems like a good example to share. The Garcia family as a whole enjoys tradition. If we do something one time then we "have always done it this way" or we have to forever do it that way until the day we die. Well, this past Christmas we bought our tree from a different tree farm and the kids about had a cow. The reasoning behind going somewhere else was that the trees were cheaper, but the kids were not having it. It only got worse when Mom mentioned not putting up ALL of our Christmas decorations, making less work for her when the holiday was over. Mary Lou fell apart. The change with the tree was enough, not carrying on the traditions that didn't cost anything financially was too much for her. I could understand her thought process. Why change what doesn't cost anything? With the world around us changing and purses tightening, it seems only natural to hold close that which is dear.

With our floundering economy things such as Sunday afternoons with the family, giggling with sisters, Ultimate Frisbee in the park, long runs, family dinners, good books, and other timeless activities are beautiful and basic. And I for one appreciate the opportunity to experience and enjoy the basics.

Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have; for he has said, "I will never fail you nor forsake you." -Hebrews 13:5

This week I learned...

1. The norm, while usually expected-therefore making it the norm-is not always the path that is right for me...and I am ok with that.
2. Travel invigorates me.
3. Rainy Sundays are lovely when you are sick and want to hole up.
4. Sleep is useful and also healthy. I should get more of it.
5. I get jealous when I see other runners running and I haven't been able to do so as well.
6. God is extremely faithful to me.
7. I still hate dreaming.
   
8. Goolosh is still a yummy dinner (and a comfort food).
9. Good friends are hard to find and therefore, once found, should be treasured.
10. My addiction to Diet Coke is ridiculous.
    

On green note, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

"I Lexington-Ohio-Vermont-Edward You"

Tonight's dinner was spent with two old roommates. We hadn't all been together in quite some time and so there was a lot to catch up on. We discussed everything from family to friends, work to play, and old boyfriends to new boyfriends. Of course, with three twenty-something girls, boys were on the top of the list and we all had something to share. Beth's was by far the sweetest and one comment in particular was too good to pass up.

Beth and her new beau are pretty committed, but Beth was nervous when he began to express the urge to say the ever ominous "L-word." So, in his sweet, accommodating way, he replied, "Fine. I Lexington-Ohio-Vermont-Edward you." Emily and I were all giggles when Beth announced this to us, but it got me thinking on a subject I have addressed before and think about often.

What exactly is so very ominous about the "L-word" to human beings? Even those not in blossoming, new relationships seem to have a hard time saying "I love you," whether it be to family or friends. As humans, it is quite natural to want to be loved and to want to love others, yet when it comes to verbally expressing it, we seem to falter.

For instance, my sister, Sarah Ann, rarely says "I love you." In fact, we can be talking on the phone and when we are about to hang up I will say "Ok, love you! Bye!" and Sarah Ann's response, without fail, is "Ok. Bye." This used to drive me up the wall because I wanted to hear her say " I love you too!" However, now I just laugh because, of course, I know she loves me without hearing her say it, but also because Sarah Ann goes out of her way to show me that she loves me without actually saying it. Phone calls to check in, helping me with math, inviting me to play frisbee with her, all of these things say "I love you," Sarah Ann style. My dad is the exact same way. When my mom says "I love you" at the end of a phone conversation, he inevitably says "Uh-huh. Bye." It drives my mother crazy. He is just already on to the next thought or preparing for his next action when he hangs up.

I, on the other hand, say the phrase without meaning to at the end of phone conversations and have to backtrack when I say it to the helpless victim on the other end of the line who was just telling me the movie times, telling me that their child will be attending an event at the Springer, or telling me that, no, their daughter isn't home, but they will have her call me when gets in. Oh yes, I have told friends parents, employers, other people's boyfriends, and the operator giving me the movie times, that I love them. And I am sure that I do love them, but I didn't mean to say it out loud and makes for an embarrassing situation. And yet, this brings up an interesting thought. Why did I not mean to tell them? And why am I embarrassed for saying it?

As a Christian, I am called to love my neighbor. I assume this to mean all men, not just the people in my apartment complex. And yes, I am sure that this means in my actions toward these people and how I treat them, but does it not encompass verbal love as well? In the same way, take the religion out of it, and is not the theme of our world peace and love? Do we not all desire for there to be peace and mutual harmony amongst those we live with? All you need is love, right?

With these thoughts and ideas in mind, what then is so ominous, scary, intimidating, and taboo about saying "I love you" to those around us? Why is it so hard to form those three little words? I for one, know that I say it often to most everyone I know. Am I too liberal with the phrase? I don't say it without meaning it. I truly mean it every time I say it. Maybe I have a fear of missing the chance to say it and therefore over use it. Or perhaps I simply have a genuine need/want/desire to express my love for those in my life on a regular basis.

My sister, Caroline, uses the phrase more sparsely than I, though more frequently than Sarah Ann. In the past, she has expressed to me her hesitancy to say "I love you" because of her fear of being rejected. That fear is not lost on me. I can name several instances when I have used the phrase and heard nothing in return or, worse, "Thank you." Ouch. Talk about rejection. I would rather get "Ok, bye." However, I think that my desire to express my love trumps my fear of not getting a response, or rather a desired response, in return.

Still, am I too liberal with the term? Does Sarah Ann not use it enough or does it mean more when she says it because of her irregular use? Who knows? To each his own, I suppose. Either way, love expressed, verbally or not, is love and I'll take it in any form. Who doesn't need love?

Emma

My newest joy in life is keeping five little girls a couple of days a week. These five sisters all have curly hair, they are all extremely bright, and they all have feisty little personalities. But each of them have unique qualities that endear them to myself and today I want to talk about Emma.

Emma is eight years old and in the fourth grade. She is my little "chatty-kathy." She is sweet-tempered, confident, competitive, and smart. She plays the piano, takes gymnastics, and rides horses. She likes to play with her dolls and wants to be a fashion designer, but is just as comfortable playing outside and rolling around on the ground with the pups or her little sister, Maggie.

One of the traits that I have noticed in Emma that I have learned to love and want to imitate, is her quickness to admit she is wrong or to preemptively say "...but, I could be wrong." Or, "...well, I think I'm right, but you could be right." Her willingness to listen, express her opinion, and still be able to accept what you say and the possibility that she may be wrong in her statements, opinions, and ideas is something that I have certainly learned a lesson from and is a lesson that I think we could all stand a little review on.

There were several times today when I overheard her in conversations with her sisters or was personally told "...oh, wait! I'm wrong! You're right." Her sweet temper in saying that statement, the arguments that were avoided by her honesty, and the example that she is setting not only for her sisters, but for everyone around her is something that I love and appreciate. I hope I learn more from Emma as I continue to spend time with her and become more willing to just say "I was wrong. You were right."

This week I learned...

1. Little girls are a sure-fire way to get a much needed laugh.
2. Katie Garcia is mature beyond the normal scope.
3. Sometimes that daily run takes a little mental motivation.
4. Friendship is measured by quality, not quantity.
   
5. Art is relative.
6. Carmike is wrong in thinking that "Stimulus Tuesday" makes up for jacking up the prices on discount movie tickets.
   
7. I'm getting sick.
8. Cutting back is easier said than done.
9. Lucy's bed is much more comfortable than mine.
10. Stillness is a virtue that I should learn.
    

On Reading

When I was a little girl, reading was something I simply ate up. In one ordinary afternoon at home I jumped fences and burnt my skirt with Jo March, rode the sea with Moby Dick, camped in the Mississippi river with Tom and Huck, walked country roads with Lizzy Bennett and her sisters, fell in love, fell out of love, fell down rabbit holes with Alice, sat with Patrick Henry as he delivered his famous "Give me liberty or give me death" speech, was a pick-pocket about the streets of London with Oliver Twist, and became "glad" with Pollyanna.

And then my adventures ended. Or, at least those adventures ended. I went off to college and reading for pleasure became a thing of the past. Although, I will admit that some of my school reads have been quite pleasurable. However, instead of reading-and I think this was a rebellious act on my part-I watched TV, played on the Internet, day-dreamed, or mis-used my time in other ways. Let the record show that I was also studying for class, doing homework, and working. However, my free time was squandered on mindless activities.

All that changed last week. I was perusing a bookstore with friend of mine and happened upon a book called "Rebecca", a 1938 novel by Dame Daphne du Maurier. I saw the film version-directed by Alfred Hitchcock- when I was about ten or so with my grandmother. Not long after, I noticed an original copy of the book on my Texas grandmother's bookshelf. Finding it last week on a local shelf, I was more than thrilled. Sunday night, I started the journey to Manderley and followed my narrator as the new bride of Max de Winter. In three short days, I was finished with the novel, barely being able to put the book down.

It seems that I have rediscovered the joy-and art-of reading. My newest find is "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn." Yet another story that I have lost myself in.

Thank you, Hooked-on-phonics.

This week I learned...

I am a day late, but better late than never, right?

1. It's not always bad when the romance dies away.
2. Some of the best days I have ever experienced have snow involved.
3. Reading is a great escape.
4. Half classes are things of beauty.
5. I am a writer.
6. His grace is sufficient for me. His power works best in weakness.
7. Family-blood related or not-is the best company in the world.
8. Sally VGB is a great listener and friend-this I already knew, just a small shout out.
9. Pride is a hindrance in my life.
10. My happy weight is apparently 118.2.

Salutations

The Springer Opera House announced its 2009-2010 season last night. It's a pretty crowd pleasing season.

• Footloose
• Star-Spangled Girl
• Peter Pan
• Tuna Christmas
• Route 66
• Inherit the Wind
• Forever Patsy Cline
• Oklahoma
  
• The Complete History of America; Abridged

In the Children's Theater:

• Bambi
• Ramona Quimby
• James and the Giant Peach

A great season, yes? Tonight varied from past season announcement parties. Instead of the board of directors talking the night away, Springer Theater Academy students lead the evenings events. They opened the evening, introduced parts of the season, and talked about the impact that the Springer has had on their lives. It really was too cute to see little Dasha Nolan reading excerpts from senior essays. At the end of the evening, 100 Springer Theater Academy students stood on the stage and performed "Salutations."

What is "Salutations", you ask? "Salutations" is our way of honoring the past, acknowledging the present, and saluting the future. We stand on the shoulders of many who have gone before us and we know that if we do our work well, others will follow. The actual action of "Salutations" is a difficult thing to explain. You kinda have to see it. However, let me assure you that it is a powerful sight. And it is even more powerful to actually do it. I have to admit, I got a small surge of energy as I was going though the motions of "Salutations."


As a graduate of the Springer Theater Academy, I can tell you the difference between stage right and stage left. I can explain the difference between projecting your voice and yelling and demonstrate both. I can use voice inflection with the best of them and demonstrate body isolations. I can stilt-walk and improvise. But these are not the most important lessons that I learned, nor are they the most important lessons that Ron Anderson wanted students to learn when he first established the Springer Theater Academy over 12 years ago. Confidence, discipline, and focus are the lessons that that Mr. Ron imparts to hundreds of children every year. I have seen, and personally experienced, the impact that the Springer has on the community of Columbus, Georgia. The Springer provides a safe-haven for children to learn and grow, as individuals and as artists. The Springer provides the community not only with quality entertainment, but it provides educational opportunities for students in and around the Muscogee County school district. "Life Skills through Stage Skills." The Springer isn't training 700 more actors for Broadway. Instead, it is teaching kids skills that are invaluable for any career, be it doctor, lawyer, accountant, pastor, etc.

I am better person because of the Springer and the community of people that the Springer embodies. I understand and appreciate the history that is the Springer; the people that have gone before me, those that are experiencing it with me now, and those that are yet to come. I love the Springer Opera House for what it is and what it strives to be.

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

Thankfulness; Part Deux

Today I am grateful for:

1. The 8th graders at St. Luke School.
2. My small group.
3. Runs in the park.
4. Dinner with the Carvers.
5. Sweet sisters.
6. Phone conversations with Sally.
7. The thought of sleeping in on Saturday morning.
8. Good books.
9. The end of my theater appreciation class.
10. Peace beyond comprehension.
    

Movie Ratings: Useful or Useless?

Tuesday, in my theater appreciation class, we discussed censorship and the pros and cons that go with it. Our professor gave several ideas behind censorship and it's purpose; morality, welfare of children, cultural standards of appropriateness, etc. The censorship that we discussed was focused on the arts; film, theater, visual, etc. The discussion that followed was interesting to say the least.

It would seem in our discussion that we found a few double standards. Female nudity is fine, but we are shocked by male nudity. Why is this? Harsh language is confined to the "f" bomb and the "c" word, while "hell" and "damn" are just fine for daytime television and "sh**" is ok after a certain time in the evening. What makes the nighttime acceptable for bad language rather than the daytime? Well, children may be watching during the day. Movies automatically go to an "R" rating if the "f" word is used, but not if there is partial nudity.

So, who decides what movie gets what rating? According to The Classification and Rating Administration, parents, men and women just like you and I, give the movies their ratings. They watch the movies and then give them ratings based on educated estimate as to how the average American parent will react.

The Classification and Rating Administration went into effect November 1st, 1968. It was becoming obvious that the old rules of what was acceptable under "The Hays Code of Production" were not working anymore. Under these rules, actors could appear to be sleeping in the same bed together. One actor must have a floor on the floor at all times. The first major reason for discussion of a new rating system was because of a movie called "Whose afraid of Virginia Wolfe." For the first time the word "screw" was used in a movie. A meeting was called between Jack Valenti, MPAA's general counsel, Louis Nizer, Jack Warner, the legendary chieftain of Warner Bros., and his top aide, Ben Kalmenson. A three hour meeting ensued and it was agreed upon that the word "screw" would be deleted from the movie. The next issue was one concerning nudity. The film, "The Blow-up" was denied The Production Code Administration denied it's seal of approval because of partial nudity. In April 1968, the U.S. Supreme Court upheld the constitutional power of states and cities to prevent the exposure of children to books and films that could not be denied to adults.

So there is your history lesson for the day.

One of the most interesting parts of movie ratings in today's society is that standards and the idea of what is acceptable is constantly changing. Kids know more earlier, people seems numb to violence and seem to have turned a deaf ear to harsh language. Because of this, it seems that the ratings are not as effective as they once were. Because what was once deemed "unacceptable" by the movie gods is now "acceptable" it is almost as if ratings don't matter at all.

This begs the question "Who are the movie gods?" Not the rating board. Who is it that decides what is now acceptable in society and therefore appropriate for the silver screen? Is the The Classification and Ratings Administration (CARA) responsible?

Comments? Ideas? Suggestions? All are welcome, just keep it civil.

This week I learned...

1. To pay attention to which stove top is on.
2. Sarah Ann really does love me even though she won't say it back.
3. Contentment is something I need to work on.
4. If a little old Chinese lady can worship without a bible, in secret, while cleaning raw sewage, I can (joyfully) worship with a bible, in a fabulous job, in total freedom.
5. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
6. Jealousy gets you nowhere.
7. Obedience is doing what you're told, when you're told, with a smile. (I learned this a long time ago...thanks, Mom.)
8. I need to work on memorization.
9. Physical activity is a must.
10. Sometimes, you are the only one who is going to stand up for you.

Past, present, future...

I have had several events over the course of the past few days which have pointed out to me the rapid speed at which we live and die. "Ugh!" you say. "What a morbid thought!" Nope. I don't think so. Hear me out on this one.

In one weekend, there was announcement of pregnancy, a wedding, and a death. Each event brought thoughts to my mind. The most powerful, however, was the funeral (shocking, I'm sure), although the wedding was a close tie. I want to focus on the funeral though.

The funeral was for Mrs. Sharon Niedrach who died Friday night. I wrote a post about her just a few days ago. Mrs. Sharon had planned out her funeral to a tee. She planned it down to how long the pastors could talk. I loved how each song, bible verse, and each charge to the congregation was clearly Mrs. Sharon. She was in each moment. She wanted the service to glorify God. And I know that it did. It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful funeral service I have ever been too. Although, as I was telling my dad, it was all because of the person. Mrs. Sharon was a beautiful lady. She was beautiful because of her faith. It defined her and that was obvious to everyone who knew her.

As I sat there between my dad and my friend, Matt, it struck me more potently than ever before that this was a woman that I want to imitate, even in death. As the service went on, I was awe struck at the worshipful nature of the service. God was most certainly present and glorified in all that was said and sung. Mrs. Sharon's desire for her funeral service, a celebration of her life, was that the focus be on Jesus Christ. As her sweet friend Marilyn said, "Sharon is not the hero of Sharon's story; Jesus Christ is the hero of Sharon's story." This is because of His grace and mercy in her life. She was not ashamed of the gospel of Christ. She proclaimed it with gladness.

Another thought that hit me was that, while death is not something that I have thought about for myself, it is not something that I totally fear. As a Christian, there is nothing for me to fear in death. I know where I am going. When I said that I want to imitate Mrs. Sharon in death, I mean that I want to long to be with my Savior as she longed to be with Him. While she was sad that she would be leaving her loved ones for a time, she was more than willing, happy, and ready to spend eternity at the Father's feet.

Psalm 115:1
Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.

Well done, my good and faithful Servant.

I should be working right now. I have two articles that I need to finish up for work before tomorrow morning. However, I was taking a much needed break and was reading up on the blogs that I follow. The one that grabbed my attention was, my sweet friend, Nancy's blog.

Nancy is the youngest of the five Niedrach children. The Niedrach's are a family that I used to go to church with. Mrs. Sharon Niedrach was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer on March 6th 2007. She has fought a long hard fight and has passed by every deadline given by the doctors. Even now, as she lies in a hospital bed in her home, she is on day four of what the doctors said could be anywhere from mere hours to two days. Nancy says that her sweet mama doesn't want pain medicine because it means that she can't talk to them. Instead, she never complains, only cries when the pain gets to be too much. At this point, she cannot communicate verbally with her family or the doctors, but can still hear and understand what is being said to her.

Words are not adequate when trying to describe the kind of person that Ms. Sharon is and the impact that she has had on everyone around her. She is one of the most godly women I have ever met. Her kind spirit, her humbleness, her wisdom, knowledge and understanding of God's word. Her joyfulness in her Maker is something that I long to have. Her faith is strong enough to move mountains. She is hospitable, gracious, tender hearted, forgiving, funny, smart, an incredible wife and mother, and someone that I aspire to be like. The impact that she has had on my own life may seem small in comparison to others that she has touched, but is huge in my eyes. Her constant encouragement towards me, her sweet words of comfort when I was suffering, her subtle, sweet pointing to the cross, reminding me that "sorrow may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning."

It hurts my heart to know that she is in pain, but her girls write that she is at peace and ready to go home. "Like Jeremiah in the Bible she wanted to share Christ’s message; there is in [her] heart as it were a burning fire shut up in [her] bones, and [she is] weary with holding it in, and [she] cannot. Jeremiah 20:9 She has a fire in her bones for Christ, and that is how she has lived her life. Very soon she will be in eternal happiness. She will know no more sorrow – no more tears. She will hear the words Well done my good and faithful servant Matthew 25:21." (Nancy Niedrach Sisler)

My heart goes out to the Niedrach family as they go through this difficult time.

On Running

I love to run. There is something about it that makes me happy before, during, and after. I have no romantic ideas about it. It's not the wind rushing through my hair. (I mean, who am I kidding? I'm not going that fast.) It's not that I feel particularly glamorous when running. I love the sweat, the way I breath, and the rush of endorphins.

On the girly side, I love running clothes and running shoes. And on the human side, I love the community, the idea that there are millions of people who run and we all do it for similar reasons. I love passing people running the opposite direction and giving a nod of acknowledgment. On the health side, I know that running is good for my heart, it keeps me lean, it strengthens my muscles, and gives me energy.

2007 Country's Midnight Express

So, you get it. I love to run. And I love everything about it. I get new shoes every six months. I read "Runner's World." I try and eat what they say runners should eat and I have pretty much cut everything but water and juice out of my liquid diet. Whoo-Hoo. Go me.

In all of this, I struggle. Time, motivation, time. It is something that I love, but something that I have to schedule. I can think of a million excuses not to get up in the morning, what I have to do after work, why I need to go to bed early. I know that once I hit the ground I am going to be just fine, it's getting there that's the hard part.

This past summer, I ran with my friend, Sam, a number of times. After awhile, Sam asked if we could really run and not "fake" run. I started to realize that I was half jogging, half speed walking. Since then, I have be dedicated to actually running. And this year, I have committed to becoming better at setting a reasonable pace for myself that is actually running. I have also committed to not putting running off. It will not be the thing that I say "no" too. It will be a regular part of my day. It will be something that I do for me.

Want to read what I read? Check out Runner's World.

I love...

that this picture:

spawned this conversation:

Kyle: Is that your dad in that picture with you?
Me: Yes.
Kyle: You guys just look like you have fun.
Me: We do.
Kyle: With EVERYTHING!

It's true. I have a pretty awesome family.

This week I learned...

1. Variety is the spice of life.
2. Security is a relative term/thought/idea.
3. Routine is a bit more important to me that I originally thought.
4. I do not mind living alone. In fact, I l-o-v-e it.
5. Three miles isn't that much...if you think about it.
6. Keeping up with friends is key to healthy relationships. (Thank you, Gmail Chat.)
   
7. Sense of direction is something I should work on.
   
8. Surprises aren't all that bad...but I still don't like them.
9. Stepping out of my comfort zone is something I should do more often.
10. I wouldn't mind a jet-setter life style.
    

The Queen of Facebook speaks out.

I have a love hate relationship with Facebook. It's been going on since early 2006. I got on because the guy I was dating was on and I wanted to be able to...be on there too...lame. I know. And it just gets crazier. I am known as the "Queen of Facebook." Seriously. Want to know why?

I have:

1. 1, 342 friends
2. 865 pictures of me (that have been tagged)
3. 70 photo albums
4. 130 Profile Picture. This means that is how many times I have changed my profile picture since 2006. AND I know that I have deleted one or two.

So, yes, the Queen of Facebook is speaking to you right now. Feel honored.

Over the past (almost) four years, Facebook has kept me entertained, enabled my nosy-ness, helped me waste time, spawned many a political debate, and arguments with my mother. In short, I love Facebook while hating it with a fiery passion of hell. However, I keep my account and am logged in most of the day. Why? I have no idea. It's addicting. Plus, at this point, what's the use in deleting it? The geniuses behind this site have changed their privacy policies and are keeping everything you have ever posted and claim to own it all now, so again...what's the point in deleting my account? I don't see one.

So, without further comment, here are 25 more reasons why I love/hate Facebook.

Arts Education

Part of my job at the Springer is serving as editor of "The Callboard." "The Callboard" is a news publication that we are working on getting out to the high schools here in the Columbus area. Our goal is to becomes the information hub for high schools in the southeast. However, we are starting out pretty small. In each issue we will highlight at least one school and have a calender of all upcoming productions from each school. Also, we will include a list of suggested books and movies, advice from the professionals at the Springer, letters to the editor, etc. We are very excited about this venture and what it can become.

One of the stories that I have been working on for our first issue has to do with obstacles within the schools, especially when it comes to the theater departments. All schools have obstacles of some kind, some more than others, and it seems that the Arts programs suffer the most. In an interesting conversation with a South Columbus teacher, the educator remarked that it was often her class that kids were pulled in order to prepare them for the graduation exam that is required to exit high school. I think that there are several interesting ideas behind this comment. One being the fact that it is necessary to prepare these kids specifically for the graduation test. Another being that these students are pulled from arts classes. Theatre, band, visual art, etc. I am going to have to address these issues separately. I am going to start with the latter.

According to school boards and administrations across the country, theater, visual arts, band, and other Art forms have no place in the public school forum. These classes are the first to have their budgets cut and the first departments to be cut out altogether. In fact, the arts are sooner dropped than any athletic program. Why is it that these classes are considered expendable? A child’s education consists of subjects such as math, science, English, and social sciences, as well as other subjects. There are no options given to students as to whether or not they want to take these courses. However when it comes to the arts, these courses are seen as electives and may be taken or not taken depending on the child. Why is it that we believe that math, science, history, etc, should be required and the arts can be pushed to the wayside?

I believe that Arts Education is vital to a well rounded education because of what the arts encourage and provide in a child’s life. As a student of music and theatre, I appreciate what the arts have done for me as a person. The arts provided a healthy and safe environment for me to grow as not only an actor and musician, but as a person. I learned how to speak in front of people of all ages with ease and comfort; I learned how to experiment with various methods of presentation without fear of failing; I became comfortable making bold choices; and I was afforded opportunities to learn how to lead and follow effectively in a group. I speak from experience when I say that children who experience the arts are better equipped to become the future leaders that our communities and our world so desperately need. Team work, discipline, commitment, and confidence are all a part of an arts education and are qualities that I do not think we can afford to exclude from any child’s educational experience.

The Dinglewood Lunch Club

Columbus, Georgia has it's pros and cons. I love that I am able to call it home, but at the same time, I am ready to get the heck out of dodge. However, there are people, places, and things that make Columbus bearable to me at this point in my life and I want to share a few.

1. My family. I love that they are here and I love that we are able to spend time together without hundreds of miles between us and the need to get on a plane. (However, when the time comes to get on that plane, I won't be unhappy that it is here. Not because of my family, but because of Columbus.)
2. Friends. I have some pretty awesome friends here. They are a diverse group, but that is what makes them so great.
3. The food. I know this sounds silly and a lot of people would argue with me, but I love the restaurants here. There are so many places here in Columbus that are special to our city. Dinglewood, Deorios, Country's, The Farm House, I could go on and on.
   
4. Young Life. Yes, there is Young Life all over this country and I intend on being a part of it no matter where I am, but the kids at Shaw High School are the ones that I have a relationship with now.
   
5. My church family. I really love my church. I am refreshed every week and I love the ministry that is going on at St. Andrews.
   

I say all of this because today I had lunch with my friend, Joseph Davis, at Dinglewood where we tend to eat together for the most part. (Meghan Doll was supposed to join, but slept instead...just a shout out to you, Mego!) Lunch with Joseph is always uplifting to me. He reminds me that I am not alone in my struggle to find the right path for my life. That I am all but alone in my journey with Christ. That I am not alone in my discouragements, my dreams, my hopes and aspirations. He reminds me that it's ok not to have it all together and that those who seem to have it all together are the ones that you need to take a second look at because without a period of brokenness, you can't experience God's grace to the max.

I do love Columbus, Georgia. I really do. But as Colt Miley would say; "It's like this little bubble." And I want out of that bubble for the time being. So, when opportunities come my way, like lunch with Joe, I will gladly take them and enjoy them with a grateful heart knowing full well that God will never give me more than I can handle.

Gracias...not "Garcias"

I am thankful for this group of people.

Verse of the day.

...even if you have been banished to the most distant nations, from there the Lord your God will gather you and bring you back. Deuteronomy 30:4

This week I learned...

1. Not to talk on the phone and go through the drive-thru at the bank at the same time. This allows you to be able to not cash checks that you intend to deposit which then end up lost/stolen.
2. Time management is something that I have GOT to work on.
3. Trust is a leap of faith no matter what side of the fence you are on.
4. I hate math. (This is not something that I figured out this week, I just re-discovered.)
5. Sleep and high school girls don't mix on weekend getaways...unless you are with the freshman and sophomore girls, in which case they will do whatever you say.
6. A mother's need/urge to defend her child never goes away.
7. American Idol is super dramatic this season.
8. I am not a playwright.
9. I love Meghan Doll, Julie Davis, and Katie Kelly more than life itself.
10. Young Life has my heart and the kids at Shaw High School are my world.
    

STC 2009

We tell kids that going to Sharptop will be the best weekend of their lives. And it is. Seriously.

We are supposed to leave from the Target parking lot at 4pm. HA. Yeah right. Kids loose or forget forms, kids are late, leaders are late, kids have to go to the bathroom, kids need to go into Target, leaders need to go into Target. You name it, it happens. We finally got on the bus and on the road around 4:40pm. Only forty minutes late. Not bad. The ride up was pretty awesome. We played music and sang and danced. The kids thought I was an AWESOME dancer...not.



We arrived a Sharptop Cove around 8pm. Plenty of time to get settled before our first leader meeting. In our leader meeting, Chris Ashburn, our weekend program director, asked for a female volunteer for the on-going skit. This girl would play a work crew girl and be the girl that "Hercules" would fall for. "Hercules" was a nerdy little guy and pretty funny. I agreed to be that girl and was promptly named "Trixie." For the rest of the weekend, I was greeted with "TRIXIE!!!" by all the kids. Pretty funny. I was a part of program all weekend. Hercules would try and hit on Trixie and mess up the pick-up lines, he would insult her without meaning to. In the end, he gets the girl. Nice happy ending.


The girls and I were placed in Lookout Mountain. Meghan and I each had a room, Meghan with the older girls and me with the young girls. We were really only apart when we were sleeping. Cabin time was done together. Dinner was served around 9pm, followed by club and then cabin time. Our first night at STC ended after midnight. Whew.

Saturday started early with a leader meeting at 8:15am, followed by breakfast, games, club, cabin time, lunch, and then a day of free time. Another leader meeting, dinner, club, quiet time/blackout, cabin time, entertainment night, and then bed time. Busy day, eh?



Sunday morning started with the last leader meeting, breakfast, club, packing, cleaning, meeting with kids, Frontier Ranch video, free time, loading up, and heading home. At home we were greeted by our awesome committee who had a pizza, a classic cookie, and a coke for all the leaders.



Club. Our time in club was awesome. The singing was a huge hit. The kids loved every song. Our speaker was Chuck Scott, former pro football player for the L.A. Rams (back before they moved to St. Louis). Chuck is now a Young Life Area director. Saturday night it one of my favorite parts of a weekend at Sharptop Cove. This is the night that we bring the kids to the cross and tell them why Jesus died for their sins. After the talk, we send them outside for 20 minutes of uninterrupted silence and stillness with their Maker. All the light are turned out all over camp and you can see the stars and the moon and you can hear the rushing creek below camp. It's really beautiful.

Leader meetings. These meetings were held in the leaders lounge, a place to have space from kids, and this is the time when we heard the plan for the day and spent time together in the Word and in prayer. Awesome bonding time as leaders.



Cabin time. This was a small group time where each room/school got together and talked about what Chuck had shared. This was a time for kids and leaders to open up about thoughts and ideas concerning God, religion, and life in general.



Meal time. Another favorite time for campers and leaders alike. Lots of music. Amazing food. Good bonding time.

Overall, the weekend was a huge success. God was truly moving in the lives of kids and leaders alike. Thank you to those of you who prayed for us. It was felt and appreciated.

Quote of the day.

A heart for the glory of God and a heart of mercy for the nations make a Christ-like missionary. -John Piper

Guest Blogger

I am getting ready to leave for Sharptop in a bit and don't really have time to think about what to blog. I am giving you a guest blogger today. I think this is a great post and relates well to what I am doing this weekend.


Enjoy!

Three Hundred and Two

That, my friends, is the amount of money that I lost in the past twelve hours. Let me start at the beginning.

Yesterday afternoon, I went and cashed a check for three hundred and two dollars and some odd change. I didn't really mean to cash it, but I was on the phone at the time and I didn't have a deposit slip and I wasn't thinking and I was in the drive-thru and the bank teller cashed it and I got the envelope and I put it in my purse and I thought "OK. Whatever, I'm paying my rent tomorrow morning."

The rest of the details are not really important. I have searched and searched and searched. I have looked in every bag, cleaned out my car, look under the couch, my bed, and every table and chair that I own. I have looked in my bathroom and through all of my laundry. I cannot find this money. I have made phone calls and prayed without ceasing since I realized that it was gone. And still, nothing.

There are several thoughts in my head right now.

1. I am about to go to Sharptop and Satan is working to prevent me from thinking about the weekend and focusing on the weekend. Well, I'm on to you, buster.
   
2. I ended up asking my parents for the money. I have not asked my parents for money in over two years. Occasionally, they have given me money just because they wanted too, but I have never asked for it and that was a source of pride for me. Calling my mom and telling her about losing my money was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My parents offer to give me the amount that I lost and my actually taking it was even harder.

Irresponsibility is not really my thing. Asking my parents for money is not really my thing either. Perhaps God is using this to further break me down and humble me. Whatever the case is, I am sure that He will be glorified through this. His promise is clear; "All things work for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose." (Romans 8) He is taking away my pride and that can only be a good thing.

"I will bless the Lord at all times. His praise shall continually be in my mouth." Psalm 34:1

Quote of the day.

Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't.
~Margaret Thatcher

I'm a copy-cat.

Peyton Baker got to this before I did, so I am going to call myself a copy cat. However, I was just searching for these words when I went to her blog and saw them as her latest post. They are too wonderful not to share here as well.


Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end to all my sin.

Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me.

Before the throne of God,
I come before the throne of God, I come
Behold Him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I Am,
The King of glory and of grace

My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in Heaven, He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased with His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God.

This week I learned...

1. Passwords are never protected, no matter how secure you think they are.
2. Chapstick is a good thing to have in your pocket.
3. I hate Melissa's voicemail.
4. I am ready for warmer weather.
5. I need an oil change.
6. Cleaning my apartment should be a more regular thing on my part.
7. Time Management needs to be more of a priority.
8. I am more refreshed after time in His word.
9. Sarah Ann is a fabulous math tutor.
10. A picture says a thousand words.
    

Sharptop Cove

Four days and counting until we (Greater Columbus Young Life) leave for Sharptop Cove.

As most of you know, I am a Young Life leader at Shaw High School here in Columbus. This weekend, we are taking our high school friends to Sharptop Cove in Jasper, Georgia right above Atlanta. I covet your prayers as we continue to sign kids up for camp, drive up on Friday afternoon, spend the weekend solidifying relationships, sharing the Gospel, and then as we come back on Sunday afternoon.

So far, Shaw as around 27 kids signed up. I have complete faith that God is going to place the kids He wants on the bus. Please pray that these kids would be open to the Gospel message, that God would work in their hearts, that He would place a yearning, burning desire in their hearts for Him, and that these kids (the girls especially) would open up and share with with me.

Please also pray for me as I spend the weekend with these girls. That the words that come out of my mouth during Cabin Time would be God's, not mine; that I would be in God's word and within understanding distance of Him; that God would minister to my heart and refresh my spirit as I seek to minister to these kids; and that I would surrender to myself to Him.

I love you all and I am so grateful for the prayer warriors that God has provided me with.

"The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective." -James 5:16b

"I sought the Lord and he answered me..." -Psalm 34:4

"Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it and it will be yours."-Mark 11:24

"For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you..."-Colossians 1:9

"The grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all. My love to all of you in Christ Jesus! Amen!" -1 Cor. 16:23-24

Thankful Sunday

Today I am thankful for:

1. The fireplace at my parent's house.
2. The ability to worship God in the open.
3. Super Bowl Sunday.
4. Lunches with Ms. Alison.
   
5. Sharptop Cove.
6. Sweet tea.
7. My job.
8. Sweet friends.
9. Living near a gas station.
10. Long-sleeved t-shirts.
11. Peace.
12. Good music and dancing.
13. Isaiah.
14. Pastors with a sense of humor.
15. The possibility of snow.