As a perpetually single gal, Valentine's Day is not traditionally, my favorite holiday, for I think some pretty obvious reasons. This year, however, I got revenge for myself.
I met Jennifer, and her friend, Laur, at Taco Bell for lunch. We sneaked it into the theatre and watched Music and Lyrics with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. The film is hilarious!! We laughed like crazy. "Pop! Goes my heart". You gotta see the movie to get it. Then off to Wal-Mart to buy my own Valentine's Day present-- a shiny new camera. It's 7.2 mp and PINK! How cool is that?!?! Dinner was at Ronnie's house with Ann, Raegan, and Kara. We had a glass of wine and played cards and "either... or..." and dished about boys and what we hope for one day. It was officially dubbed Singles Awareness Night. Girls will be girls! Kara has the pics, but hopefully I can get some up here soon!!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Love
Last Wednesday, I got up at an unbelievably early hour-- 5:30. But, it was for a good cause. I spent the day in Lady Lake helping with storm relief. We spent about 8 hours hauling trees from one very disorganized pile where they fell to a only slightly less disorganized pile where they waited for the county to come and haul it off to be destroyed. It was hard, backbreaking work. I was the dirtiest that I had been in a very long time. I had dirt in places that hadn't seen dirt since I was a kid-- like in my ears and between my toes. We helped a lady named Cathy clear out the pasture where she keeps her ponies and to clear the area where her chickens roam, and we did a primitive fix on the fence line. She couldn't seem to thank us enough.
Neither could the second house we went to. They raise birds--parakeets and parrots, I think. We picked up trash inthe yard and they guys put tarps on the roof. We the other crew got there we started cutting up trees again, so they could be burned off. This couple was just completely overwhelmed. They tried to pay us in some way. He ended up giving some of us leather gloves to continue on in our relief efforts.
The truth is they paid us. The community paid us by fixing us lunch at a local church. They paid us by allowing us to come and help them. They paid us by allowing us to be the Body of the Church and doing what God commanded us to do. The price of the sore backs and arms and blisters on toes were completely worth it, though. Especially when we heard that an elderly couple we had been working with gave up their vacation to come help with the clean up. Or, when we heard that the Chainsaw guy-- a blacksmith who had driven down from Minnesota to sharpen the relief efforts chainsaws-- led one of the homeowners to Christ!
It sounds cheesy, but I've been thinking about it all week. This is what we, as Christ-followers, are commanded to do. It felt good to do something for someone else, and to push myself out of my comfort zone for a day. In a song on his new C.D., John Mayer has a line where he says that one day the love he's given will be returned to him. I hope that we helped do that for someone on that day.
Neither could the second house we went to. They raise birds--parakeets and parrots, I think. We picked up trash inthe yard and they guys put tarps on the roof. We the other crew got there we started cutting up trees again, so they could be burned off. This couple was just completely overwhelmed. They tried to pay us in some way. He ended up giving some of us leather gloves to continue on in our relief efforts.
The truth is they paid us. The community paid us by fixing us lunch at a local church. They paid us by allowing us to come and help them. They paid us by allowing us to be the Body of the Church and doing what God commanded us to do. The price of the sore backs and arms and blisters on toes were completely worth it, though. Especially when we heard that an elderly couple we had been working with gave up their vacation to come help with the clean up. Or, when we heard that the Chainsaw guy-- a blacksmith who had driven down from Minnesota to sharpen the relief efforts chainsaws-- led one of the homeowners to Christ!
It sounds cheesy, but I've been thinking about it all week. This is what we, as Christ-followers, are commanded to do. It felt good to do something for someone else, and to push myself out of my comfort zone for a day. In a song on his new C.D., John Mayer has a line where he says that one day the love he's given will be returned to him. I hope that we helped do that for someone on that day.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
24
I turned 24 a little over a week ago. This one is playing with my head. While it isn't normally a "milestone" like 25 or 30, it's big for me. You see, I'm the same age my parents were when they had me. I am officially in my mid-20's. I can no longer pretend to be a "young" adult. I am the real deal--lacking only a mortgage and a marriage! But, at the same time, it's a great place to be. I am independent; I have a great job, and make good money; I have a group of friends around me that care about me and a whole new batch of friends that I'm getting to know better. I am getting to live the life my parents never got to live. It's a strange feeling.
So, I decided for the glorious event, something big must be done. So, Joy and I bought tickets to see John Mayer in November and I began planning. Then, life happened. Some of my friends experienced tragedy in their lives and were unable to be with me. Others are in the middle of huge life changes. So, it was a small group that ventured down to Ybor City to eat at The Dish--one of my all time favorite restaurants. We got there...but there was no Dish!!! Atrocity of all atrocities!! We had to settle for the Spaghetti Warehouse. While it was good--just not the same experience.
The next week, Dale was in the hospital. Needless to say, we were not in a very festive mood. But, mom took me and Jen and Michael, and Kent out to dinner Outback. It was good to be able to laugh and eat with some of the people that mean the most to me. I got the Vera Bradley travel organizer that I've been dying for. Perfect for the upcoming Brazil trip!!! A Vera wallet and some Brighton earrings. What else could a girl ask for?
Saturday, after spending the morning with Jen at District competitions for Drama, Joy and I went to Orlando. We ate dinner at the Cheesecake Factory--Yummy!!! Then we sang out hearts out for 2 hours with John Mayer. It was the show I had hoped for. Simple, unassuming, yet entertaining. It is a memory that we will always have.
Tomorrow, my little brother turns 13. We're going to Moe's this afternoon to celebrate. And I have to go buy his present. Shhh...our little secret! :-)
So, I decided for the glorious event, something big must be done. So, Joy and I bought tickets to see John Mayer in November and I began planning. Then, life happened. Some of my friends experienced tragedy in their lives and were unable to be with me. Others are in the middle of huge life changes. So, it was a small group that ventured down to Ybor City to eat at The Dish--one of my all time favorite restaurants. We got there...but there was no Dish!!! Atrocity of all atrocities!! We had to settle for the Spaghetti Warehouse. While it was good--just not the same experience.
The next week, Dale was in the hospital. Needless to say, we were not in a very festive mood. But, mom took me and Jen and Michael, and Kent out to dinner Outback. It was good to be able to laugh and eat with some of the people that mean the most to me. I got the Vera Bradley travel organizer that I've been dying for. Perfect for the upcoming Brazil trip!!! A Vera wallet and some Brighton earrings. What else could a girl ask for?
Saturday, after spending the morning with Jen at District competitions for Drama, Joy and I went to Orlando. We ate dinner at the Cheesecake Factory--Yummy!!! Then we sang out hearts out for 2 hours with John Mayer. It was the show I had hoped for. Simple, unassuming, yet entertaining. It is a memory that we will always have.
Tomorrow, my little brother turns 13. We're going to Moe's this afternoon to celebrate. And I have to go buy his present. Shhh...our little secret! :-)
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Christmas
This has taken a while to get posted...December has been such a busy month. Hopefully I will be able to get pics up soon...
The month started out with a trip to Orlando to the Gaylord Palms' ICE! exhibit for Ronnie and Ann's birthdays. It's a frigid 9 degrees inside with over 2 tons of ice to make the exhibit the beauty that it is. It was great to be able to spend a night with old friends and new, and make memories together.
Then, I got sick. A nasty head cold had me down for about a week and a half. I spent the 3 nights at work nursing not only my concerned patients, but also mug-fulls of Thera-flu! A dear man that I was taking care of that week kept urging me to go home, becuase as he put it, "I'm just worried about ya, babe".
The following week we had our annual Christmas party with the whole gang together. It was a blast having the regift gift exchange. I came home with some of Raegan's old bath salts!!
The next week I, along with the rest of the world was busy preparing for Christmas. I worked, shopped and tried to find ways to be with those that I love the most. Work was intersting...Kent transfered to the ICU. It's weird working with your little brother. Then, I got shocked by a patient's pacemaker. Oh, the things they don't tell you in school... That's a completely different blog! :-)
Christmas Eve Eve was at home. I made lasagna dinner for all my friends and everyone came over to exchange gifts. It was so lovely to have the core of my friends together in one room during the holdiays. Later that evening, Brie Poole and Scott Inmon became engaged...congratulations!!!
Christmas Eve we went to my Aunt's house, as we do every year, for dinner. Kent and I were up with Santa while we worked... Christmas was awesome, just like always. I got the Vera Bradley bag I've been eyeing for a while and a gorgeaus Brighton necklace. Debbie got me a gift certificate to get my feet done...yum!!
The New Year is right around the corner, and I'm once again amazed at what God has done this year...
Warmest Holiday Wishes to everyone...
The month started out with a trip to Orlando to the Gaylord Palms' ICE! exhibit for Ronnie and Ann's birthdays. It's a frigid 9 degrees inside with over 2 tons of ice to make the exhibit the beauty that it is. It was great to be able to spend a night with old friends and new, and make memories together.
Then, I got sick. A nasty head cold had me down for about a week and a half. I spent the 3 nights at work nursing not only my concerned patients, but also mug-fulls of Thera-flu! A dear man that I was taking care of that week kept urging me to go home, becuase as he put it, "I'm just worried about ya, babe".
The following week we had our annual Christmas party with the whole gang together. It was a blast having the regift gift exchange. I came home with some of Raegan's old bath salts!!
The next week I, along with the rest of the world was busy preparing for Christmas. I worked, shopped and tried to find ways to be with those that I love the most. Work was intersting...Kent transfered to the ICU. It's weird working with your little brother. Then, I got shocked by a patient's pacemaker. Oh, the things they don't tell you in school... That's a completely different blog! :-)
Christmas Eve Eve was at home. I made lasagna dinner for all my friends and everyone came over to exchange gifts. It was so lovely to have the core of my friends together in one room during the holdiays. Later that evening, Brie Poole and Scott Inmon became engaged...congratulations!!!
Christmas Eve we went to my Aunt's house, as we do every year, for dinner. Kent and I were up with Santa while we worked... Christmas was awesome, just like always. I got the Vera Bradley bag I've been eyeing for a while and a gorgeaus Brighton necklace. Debbie got me a gift certificate to get my feet done...yum!!
The New Year is right around the corner, and I'm once again amazed at what God has done this year...
Warmest Holiday Wishes to everyone...
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
I was going to do this yesterday, but, alas, I ran out of time...
I am thankful for so many things, that it is difficult to know where to start I am thankful for my salvation and for my God. Without Him, I truly do not know where I would be. I would be lost and cold and alone in the world. Hallelujah that His mercies are never ending!!
My family, who is my everything. My parents who protect me and love me (even though I haven't lived with them for nearly a year!!) through the hard times and the good times. Thanks Mom and Dale!! My brothers and sisters for keeping life interesting. Never a dull moment at our house when we're all together. We've had so many new memories this year, that I will treasure forever. My boys, Josiah and Jordan, for reminding me that it's the simple things that matter in life-- reading a book on the bed. Feeding a baby a bottle and having them look in your eyes. I melt everytime I hold them!!
My friends...for everything! Teaching me to grow outside of myself and inspite of myself. For stretching me to limits that I didn't know existed. For showing me what life really is supposed to be like.
It is so easy to take these things for granted this time year. I was talking to a doctor here at work tonight and he was telling us how he is single, and does't have any family and is new to the area, so he spent Thanksgiving here at work. I realized how fortunate I am to have the life that I do. This is something that I want to avoid--taking all of these things for granted.
I went to my grandparent's house for dinner--it was scrumptous!!! Nothing was processed and EVERYTING was homemade. No TV dinners or prepackaged food to be found. Quite the treat for the single gal living off of TV dinners, Taco Bell and the occassional left over at mom's house! The weather has been gorgeaus--it's definetly autumn in Florida for once.
The radio station's are playing Christmas Carols on the late night shows. The stores have the Christmas displays up and perfected and they're gleaming in the lights. My other favorite time of the year is being heralded in... Christmas is in the air.
I am thankful for so many things, that it is difficult to know where to start I am thankful for my salvation and for my God. Without Him, I truly do not know where I would be. I would be lost and cold and alone in the world. Hallelujah that His mercies are never ending!!
My family, who is my everything. My parents who protect me and love me (even though I haven't lived with them for nearly a year!!) through the hard times and the good times. Thanks Mom and Dale!! My brothers and sisters for keeping life interesting. Never a dull moment at our house when we're all together. We've had so many new memories this year, that I will treasure forever. My boys, Josiah and Jordan, for reminding me that it's the simple things that matter in life-- reading a book on the bed. Feeding a baby a bottle and having them look in your eyes. I melt everytime I hold them!!
My friends...for everything! Teaching me to grow outside of myself and inspite of myself. For stretching me to limits that I didn't know existed. For showing me what life really is supposed to be like.
It is so easy to take these things for granted this time year. I was talking to a doctor here at work tonight and he was telling us how he is single, and does't have any family and is new to the area, so he spent Thanksgiving here at work. I realized how fortunate I am to have the life that I do. This is something that I want to avoid--taking all of these things for granted.
I went to my grandparent's house for dinner--it was scrumptous!!! Nothing was processed and EVERYTING was homemade. No TV dinners or prepackaged food to be found. Quite the treat for the single gal living off of TV dinners, Taco Bell and the occassional left over at mom's house! The weather has been gorgeaus--it's definetly autumn in Florida for once.
The radio station's are playing Christmas Carols on the late night shows. The stores have the Christmas displays up and perfected and they're gleaming in the lights. My other favorite time of the year is being heralded in... Christmas is in the air.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
WaHoo!!
It's official...I'm going to Brazil in March!!! Yesterday, I paid for the ticket (over $1000--yikes!!). Today, I applied for my passport. It should be in by the first week of January... I'm so excited! I can't wait. I can't wait to impact the lives of people in a country who aren't as fortunate as we are to live here in the United States. I can't wait to use my education for the greater need and to get outside of my comfort zone. It should be very interesting!
More to come tomorrow!!
More to come tomorrow!!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Itchy
So, about a month ago I had this rash on my belly. I thought no big deal... I'll just stay out of the pool for a while (too much chlorine). Then, it wasn't going away!! So, I switched laundry detergent, body wash, perfumes, bought new pajamas.
Still the itching welps continued to pop up. But, why would anyone want to go to the doctor. That just makes too much sense. I'll deal with it on my own!
About a week and a half ago I'd had enough! I couldn't get in with my regular doctor, so I went to a clinic down the road from my house. The PA who is about 2 weeks out of school walks in with the med student and after discussing what kind of possibl pseudomonis type infections it could be, decided that I, the goofy nurse who can't sleep, have a fungus. Gross, but something that can be dealt with. So, I walked out of there with my prescription for Diflucan and went on my merry way.
Said antifungal didn't work!! 2 days later I'm itcing again! I walk down the hallways using any hard surface I can to scratch my back. I'm constantly itching my legs. So, out of shear desperation, I go to my regular doctor. I explain the whole situation to him and he takes a look at these itchy little devils of welps on my legs...I have an arthropod. Think scabies, bed bugs, etc. DISGUSTING!!!!!! I am thoroughly creeped out right now.
The worst part is, I don't even know where this came from! Some patient at work probably passed along their lovely little buggers to me inflicting 2 months worth of pain and agony on me. So, I'm going out to buy new sheets and wash all of my clothes in hot water to get rid of these little parasites and lather my whole body in a cream. Quote of the week... "I don't do anything weird, but the people I take care of do!"
Golly, I love my job! :-{
Still the itching welps continued to pop up. But, why would anyone want to go to the doctor. That just makes too much sense. I'll deal with it on my own!
About a week and a half ago I'd had enough! I couldn't get in with my regular doctor, so I went to a clinic down the road from my house. The PA who is about 2 weeks out of school walks in with the med student and after discussing what kind of possibl pseudomonis type infections it could be, decided that I, the goofy nurse who can't sleep, have a fungus. Gross, but something that can be dealt with. So, I walked out of there with my prescription for Diflucan and went on my merry way.
Said antifungal didn't work!! 2 days later I'm itcing again! I walk down the hallways using any hard surface I can to scratch my back. I'm constantly itching my legs. So, out of shear desperation, I go to my regular doctor. I explain the whole situation to him and he takes a look at these itchy little devils of welps on my legs...I have an arthropod. Think scabies, bed bugs, etc. DISGUSTING!!!!!! I am thoroughly creeped out right now.
The worst part is, I don't even know where this came from! Some patient at work probably passed along their lovely little buggers to me inflicting 2 months worth of pain and agony on me. So, I'm going out to buy new sheets and wash all of my clothes in hot water to get rid of these little parasites and lather my whole body in a cream. Quote of the week... "I don't do anything weird, but the people I take care of do!"
Golly, I love my job! :-{
Friday, October 27, 2006
Whew
I can't believe it's been a month sine I posted on here!!! So much is going on, and yet nothing at all. Last weekend I spent the weekend with mom. She bought a craddle for the new baby and we stained it blue--which didn't really take. Instead, it looks like a really, really deep mahogany. I think I like it better that anyways.... ;-) In the middle of staining I was helping Jen get ready for homecoming. It's so weird that this is her senior year. I remember when she started kindergarten in Dublin, Georgia. She wore black jean shorts and the vests that were all the rage. We matched. Now, we never match, but borrow each other's clothes and she is about to graduate from high school. As soon as she gives me my camera back, I'll post pictures...
Andrea's surprise baby shower is this weekend...mom and I made her a mattress to go with the craddle that we re-finished and we bought a bedding set and made curtains for the boys' room to decorate it as a gift. I bought her a new diaper bag filled with goodies for the winter.
Work has been chaotic. Yet another reminder of the quickly approaching winter. I've been working 4 days (48) hours a week in an attempt to get the money together to go to Brazil next March!!! It's nearly official--just waiting for the time off to be approved.
Michael's football team is doing great!! They think they will be going to the "Super Bowl". Only a few more weeks left in the football season. A few months off, then we start driving in the opposite direction toward Dunnellon for baseball season.
More to come later!!
Andrea's surprise baby shower is this weekend...mom and I made her a mattress to go with the craddle that we re-finished and we bought a bedding set and made curtains for the boys' room to decorate it as a gift. I bought her a new diaper bag filled with goodies for the winter.
Work has been chaotic. Yet another reminder of the quickly approaching winter. I've been working 4 days (48) hours a week in an attempt to get the money together to go to Brazil next March!!! It's nearly official--just waiting for the time off to be approved.
Michael's football team is doing great!! They think they will be going to the "Super Bowl". Only a few more weeks left in the football season. A few months off, then we start driving in the opposite direction toward Dunnellon for baseball season.
More to come later!!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
The Waxing Fall
So, fall is nearly officially here. Gone are the dog days of summer consisting of lazing by the pool at least once a week, dark tan lines on my toes, wearing bathing suits to all 3 meals, and basking in the hot, muggy Florida sun.
Instead, cool, brisk breezes are beginning to blow through providing relief to all those days that I complained about it being too hot. I get to dust off the Gap finds that sitting in my closet since about July just waiting to be worn. The tiki torches and grill-outs on the back porches are coming back. This year, a fire pit will be added to the ambience. I love this time of year! It reminds me of the fall festivals at church; the Possum Hollow and Million Pines arts and crafts festivals that my parents used to drag us to every year growing up in Georgia.
There is an axious expectation in the air this year. Chris and Drea's baby is due in about 8 weeks. Josiah is practicing what to say to the new baby brother (Ssshhh...it's okay baby). We're also rehearsing the moon songs, especially for nights like tonight-when the harvest moon is bright and iridescent and gorgeous.
I have a feeling great things are in store for this fall...I feel it in the wind.
Instead, cool, brisk breezes are beginning to blow through providing relief to all those days that I complained about it being too hot. I get to dust off the Gap finds that sitting in my closet since about July just waiting to be worn. The tiki torches and grill-outs on the back porches are coming back. This year, a fire pit will be added to the ambience. I love this time of year! It reminds me of the fall festivals at church; the Possum Hollow and Million Pines arts and crafts festivals that my parents used to drag us to every year growing up in Georgia.
There is an axious expectation in the air this year. Chris and Drea's baby is due in about 8 weeks. Josiah is practicing what to say to the new baby brother (Ssshhh...it's okay baby). We're also rehearsing the moon songs, especially for nights like tonight-when the harvest moon is bright and iridescent and gorgeous.
I have a feeling great things are in store for this fall...I feel it in the wind.
Monday, September 18, 2006
yeah!!!
So... about 2 months ago or so, I read a blog that I had written to my mom. She said that, in here opinion it was really, really good. And that she thought I should write for the e-devotion team at church. So, after about a week or so, I got the courage up actually get the ball rolling and figure out what I needed to do... Well, I got an e-mail today from Joe LaCognata, one of the associate pastors at church today, and I am now officially a member of the e-devotion team!!! Yeah!!!
So much other stuff has happened, this month, and this is kinda out of order, but I promise that I will post in all as soon as I can... Much love to everyone...
So much other stuff has happened, this month, and this is kinda out of order, but I promise that I will post in all as soon as I can... Much love to everyone...
Monday, August 28, 2006
Changes
Some of the latest posts have been my journals. I hope that ya'll have enjoyed reading them. This is the last of the 3 that I wanted to post. Hopefully, I'll be able to give you more details later this week... Beth
Psalm 9:10
Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.
Ecclesiastes 7:14
When times are good, be happy. But, when times are bad, consider God has made one as well as the other. Therefore, a man cannot discover anything about his future.
I recently read an article on www.radiantmag.com about Joy Williams, a popular and relevant recording artist in the pop Christian music arena. Joy has been successful in many ways; professionally, personally, and in her walk with God. And yet, she describes how she feels that God is calling her to leave the comforts of a solo career, something she's been pursuing for several years now, and pursue something else. Her question is what next?
My sister's friends are leaving for colleges around the state. She is faced with one of the first real coming-of-age dilemmas, what next?
Two ministries that I have been involved with are moving the nights that they meet, making it nearly impossible for me to participate in them. My question is... what next?
My mother has always told my sister and me, and now our brother, that life is all about changes: changes in friends, class-mates, and teachers. For us, where we lived; what church we attended; what state we lived in changed frequently, but I am a home-body. I love routine and enjoy knowing that the routine from last week will basically be the same next week. Change is hard for me, but I'm learning more and more as I get older that change is constant. I can't control very many things. I can't control the fact that Ruby Tuesday's took the mashed cauliflower off the menu. I can't control the fact that my friends and I are having a difficult time hanging out because they are getting married, or seriously dating. My sister can't control that her friends are leaving. She can't necessarily control that she too will be leaving in a few years to go to college. Joy Williams can't control those desires and stirrings that God has instilled in her for the future.
What we can change is how we respond to the changes God brings to us. This, for me, is the hard part. Instead of lamenting over how hard it's all going to be, how the world is out to get us, and nobody understands us, we can change our outlooks, God gives us the bad days and the good days; He created them both. As difficult as it may seem, they are both gifts from Him. One of my favorite verses is John 3:17-- God didn’t come to the world, to condemn it, but to save it!! He wouldn't do anything to hurt us or to make us unnecessarily miserable.
We, as Christ followers can take comfort in knowing that if we continue to seek Him, even in the hard times, that we will continue to find Him. Whether that is in a new ministry, a new town, or even in a new venture, these are our rewards! Riches beyond anything we can ever imagine—a closer, more personal walk with our Savior.
Psalm 9:10
Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.
Ecclesiastes 7:14
When times are good, be happy. But, when times are bad, consider God has made one as well as the other. Therefore, a man cannot discover anything about his future.
I recently read an article on www.radiantmag.com about Joy Williams, a popular and relevant recording artist in the pop Christian music arena. Joy has been successful in many ways; professionally, personally, and in her walk with God. And yet, she describes how she feels that God is calling her to leave the comforts of a solo career, something she's been pursuing for several years now, and pursue something else. Her question is what next?
My sister's friends are leaving for colleges around the state. She is faced with one of the first real coming-of-age dilemmas, what next?
Two ministries that I have been involved with are moving the nights that they meet, making it nearly impossible for me to participate in them. My question is... what next?
My mother has always told my sister and me, and now our brother, that life is all about changes: changes in friends, class-mates, and teachers. For us, where we lived; what church we attended; what state we lived in changed frequently, but I am a home-body. I love routine and enjoy knowing that the routine from last week will basically be the same next week. Change is hard for me, but I'm learning more and more as I get older that change is constant. I can't control very many things. I can't control the fact that Ruby Tuesday's took the mashed cauliflower off the menu. I can't control the fact that my friends and I are having a difficult time hanging out because they are getting married, or seriously dating. My sister can't control that her friends are leaving. She can't necessarily control that she too will be leaving in a few years to go to college. Joy Williams can't control those desires and stirrings that God has instilled in her for the future.
What we can change is how we respond to the changes God brings to us. This, for me, is the hard part. Instead of lamenting over how hard it's all going to be, how the world is out to get us, and nobody understands us, we can change our outlooks, God gives us the bad days and the good days; He created them both. As difficult as it may seem, they are both gifts from Him. One of my favorite verses is John 3:17-- God didn’t come to the world, to condemn it, but to save it!! He wouldn't do anything to hurt us or to make us unnecessarily miserable.
We, as Christ followers can take comfort in knowing that if we continue to seek Him, even in the hard times, that we will continue to find Him. Whether that is in a new ministry, a new town, or even in a new venture, these are our rewards! Riches beyond anything we can ever imagine—a closer, more personal walk with our Savior.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Rock-em-Sock-em Robots
So, I'm a nurse. I enjoy what I do. I work long hours- at night- give everything I have to my patients while I'm at work, but attempt to forget them as soon as I walk out the door (for my psychiatric health), and then do the same thing all over again the next week. Well, I had a patient this week that I won't forget for a while. Neither will the workerman's comp people.
This gentleman had surgery about a week ago. He hadn't slept since then. The problem was that he hasn't REALLY slept for any amount of time for about a year and a half, according to his daughter. Being the wholistic healthcare provider that I am, decided my goal for Sunday night was to get this guy to sleep the night through if it killed me. I gave him a medicine that should have helped him sleep alot, since I couldn't give him the pain medicine (it was making him confused).
Instead, a half an hour later, he swearing at me, cursing me, trying to get out of bed with all the paraphanalia still attached to him, and just being beligerent. That one bit me in the booty. So, I call the doctor. She gives me yet another medicine to get him to calm down enough to let the first on take some kind of effect. It didn't work either.
So, I get the doctor on the phone again, get the guy up the chair in the meantime. Well, he's tall- about 6'3"- towering over me!! While we're (me and about 3 other nurses plus the male nurse intern)moving him, he tries to shove me down. He was trying hard, too!! So, we set him down in the chair, are tying the restraints back on when the doctor calls back. I'm attempting to talk to her, make sure he doesn't try to get up, and not dislodge his catheter all at the same time-- something I normally do.
I'm describing this man's mood and agitation level to her "he is becoming increasingly agitated, combative (note: he's aiming at something), and beligerent..." pow!!! He punched me right in the jaw where the phone was up against my face! I couldn't think of anything except for a loud, probably exaggerated gasp!! The doctor heard the commotion, and gave me something that finally worked... thank goodness!!
All I could think of was that game that my brothers and sister got for Christmas when they were younger-- Rock-em-Sock-em Robots. That was the motion he took as he swung at me. I spent about a half an hour in our emergency room getting checked out. Then another hour or so the next morning filling out workman's comp paperwork (again), and taking the obligatory drug testing.
I wonder if I was the red robot or the blue?
This gentleman had surgery about a week ago. He hadn't slept since then. The problem was that he hasn't REALLY slept for any amount of time for about a year and a half, according to his daughter. Being the wholistic healthcare provider that I am, decided my goal for Sunday night was to get this guy to sleep the night through if it killed me. I gave him a medicine that should have helped him sleep alot, since I couldn't give him the pain medicine (it was making him confused).
Instead, a half an hour later, he swearing at me, cursing me, trying to get out of bed with all the paraphanalia still attached to him, and just being beligerent. That one bit me in the booty. So, I call the doctor. She gives me yet another medicine to get him to calm down enough to let the first on take some kind of effect. It didn't work either.
So, I get the doctor on the phone again, get the guy up the chair in the meantime. Well, he's tall- about 6'3"- towering over me!! While we're (me and about 3 other nurses plus the male nurse intern)moving him, he tries to shove me down. He was trying hard, too!! So, we set him down in the chair, are tying the restraints back on when the doctor calls back. I'm attempting to talk to her, make sure he doesn't try to get up, and not dislodge his catheter all at the same time-- something I normally do.
I'm describing this man's mood and agitation level to her "he is becoming increasingly agitated, combative (note: he's aiming at something), and beligerent..." pow!!! He punched me right in the jaw where the phone was up against my face! I couldn't think of anything except for a loud, probably exaggerated gasp!! The doctor heard the commotion, and gave me something that finally worked... thank goodness!!
All I could think of was that game that my brothers and sister got for Christmas when they were younger-- Rock-em-Sock-em Robots. That was the motion he took as he swung at me. I spent about a half an hour in our emergency room getting checked out. Then another hour or so the next morning filling out workman's comp paperwork (again), and taking the obligatory drug testing.
I wonder if I was the red robot or the blue?
Friday, August 11, 2006
Captivating
“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all you heart”—Jeremiah 29:13
Hosea chapters 1 and 2
I am currently reading a book called Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge. It is a book that affirms to us women, that we are, indeed, the spitting image of God. We hold in our hearts traits that are in His heart. We long to be romanced, to play an irreplaceable role in an adventure, and to have our beauty unveiled by a great man. We are relational to our very cores. We, as women, desire to be discovered; the way a new haunt is discovered, the way a book is discovered—carefully and over time. This is probably why men say we are a mystery. I am learning so much about myself, my friends and my God!
What I already knew (and have known for a while), is that I long with my entire heart to be pursued by a godly man someone who fears God with his entire heart; a man that I will be able to go into ministry with, a man who loves me with all of his might—but whose love for me will never eclipse his love for our Maker. I have been hoping and dreaming of this boy/guy/man since I was a girl. (My first crushes as an adolescent held many of the superficial qualities that I would seek.) As I am getting older, my friends are getting married and settling down. I have used their relationships as guide posts for what my future mate would look like, persistent, strong, unwavering, patient, etcetera. I want him to pursue me the way Hosea pursued Gomer, relentlessly and with God’s blessings.
What I learned the other day in Captivating, is that the Trinity is a mystery, in much the same way that we women are a mystery. God desires to be known and appreciated with a deeper level of wonderment. He longs and desires for me to pursue after Him in the same way that I long and desire to be pursued by a man. I have to take the time, and energy, and the risk of getting to know Him better. It has to be purposeful. Something that is intentional; much in the same way that you take the time to get to know a date, a family member, or even a friend. Hosea took the time and risk to pursue Gomer. My dad took the time and risk to purse my mom. Some of my friends are in the midst of this adventure now. Why, then, is it such a foreign concept for me to pursue God? To search for His heart? To allow Him to unveil the qualities that lie beneath the surface of my heart?
Take the risk with me—and let’s see what this wonderful journey will reveal to us.
Hosea chapters 1 and 2
I am currently reading a book called Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge. It is a book that affirms to us women, that we are, indeed, the spitting image of God. We hold in our hearts traits that are in His heart. We long to be romanced, to play an irreplaceable role in an adventure, and to have our beauty unveiled by a great man. We are relational to our very cores. We, as women, desire to be discovered; the way a new haunt is discovered, the way a book is discovered—carefully and over time. This is probably why men say we are a mystery. I am learning so much about myself, my friends and my God!
What I already knew (and have known for a while), is that I long with my entire heart to be pursued by a godly man someone who fears God with his entire heart; a man that I will be able to go into ministry with, a man who loves me with all of his might—but whose love for me will never eclipse his love for our Maker. I have been hoping and dreaming of this boy/guy/man since I was a girl. (My first crushes as an adolescent held many of the superficial qualities that I would seek.) As I am getting older, my friends are getting married and settling down. I have used their relationships as guide posts for what my future mate would look like, persistent, strong, unwavering, patient, etcetera. I want him to pursue me the way Hosea pursued Gomer, relentlessly and with God’s blessings.
What I learned the other day in Captivating, is that the Trinity is a mystery, in much the same way that we women are a mystery. God desires to be known and appreciated with a deeper level of wonderment. He longs and desires for me to pursue after Him in the same way that I long and desire to be pursued by a man. I have to take the time, and energy, and the risk of getting to know Him better. It has to be purposeful. Something that is intentional; much in the same way that you take the time to get to know a date, a family member, or even a friend. Hosea took the time and risk to pursue Gomer. My dad took the time and risk to purse my mom. Some of my friends are in the midst of this adventure now. Why, then, is it such a foreign concept for me to pursue God? To search for His heart? To allow Him to unveil the qualities that lie beneath the surface of my heart?
Take the risk with me—and let’s see what this wonderful journey will reveal to us.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Late Summer in Florida
Last weekend was the quintessential weekend for the waning days of summer in Florida. It started on Thursday when Joy and I met for our weekly date-- lunch at Moe's and a matinee. Friday was busy--oil change, running errands with Chelle for lunch, then the eye doctor. All those times I told my mom I was going blind, I wasn't that far off-- I have an astigmatism and apparently had ambliopia as a child,but we never caught it. Then, ONE! that night and splitting time between Brie and the boys at Zaxby's and Joy and Jason along with the girls at Ruby Tuesdays.
Saturday, I got up at an unbelievably early hour to go tubing down the Ichutuknee River. We tubed it twice-- the good news- nobody got burned. The bad- I still can't move my upper body the way I should be able to. :-) Apparently there should be different sized tubes for different sized torsos. I require an extra small. So, once again I alone made the trip memorable for the near misses between me and the logs, and the tubes. We picniced in the parking lot and took mini-naps in the tubes--FUN!! That night we all grilled steaks at Joy's and ate till we were completely stuffed.
Sunday I slept in --a little bit (yeah!). Then, we went swimming with Siah in the pool. It was hot and muggy and wonderful! It reminded me of why I love Florida so much, and why I live here!! I was and am contented and happy. Today, school started back. Jen is a senior, Michael is in the 7th grade. I feel old, but at the same time I'm as happy as a kid!
Wednesday the girls are coming over for Girl's Night, and I'm cooking dinner-- Spaghetti and salads and bread. Hope this weekend is just as much fun!
Saturday, I got up at an unbelievably early hour to go tubing down the Ichutuknee River. We tubed it twice-- the good news- nobody got burned. The bad- I still can't move my upper body the way I should be able to. :-) Apparently there should be different sized tubes for different sized torsos. I require an extra small. So, once again I alone made the trip memorable for the near misses between me and the logs, and the tubes. We picniced in the parking lot and took mini-naps in the tubes--FUN!! That night we all grilled steaks at Joy's and ate till we were completely stuffed.
Sunday I slept in --a little bit (yeah!). Then, we went swimming with Siah in the pool. It was hot and muggy and wonderful! It reminded me of why I love Florida so much, and why I live here!! I was and am contented and happy. Today, school started back. Jen is a senior, Michael is in the 7th grade. I feel old, but at the same time I'm as happy as a kid!
Wednesday the girls are coming over for Girl's Night, and I'm cooking dinner-- Spaghetti and salads and bread. Hope this weekend is just as much fun!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Waiting
I feel like I've been waiting my whole life. I waited with eager anticiptation to start school. To be able to grasp the English language and to command it the way my mom did when I was a kid. I waited to start wearing make-up. My friends had started in the 5th grade. Sharing mascara and blush and eye shadow application tips over the lunch table. I wante so badly to join in, but because my mom taught in the same school, everything I did was under scrutiny. I rejoiced on Christmas day in the 7th grade when I got my first set of make-up. I waited to get my driver's license- I had to wait until I was almost 17 because we had moved from Mississippi to Florida. To graduate from college with my nursing degree;to get my first apartement.
Now... I'm waiting yet again. Waiting to meet the love of my life. That man who God has created to complement me perfectly. With whom I will spend the rest of my life. As my friends begin settling down one-by-one around me, I am becoming acutely more aware of this. It's no longer "just the girls". Now, there are husbans, boyfriends, familial obligations, and balancing acts addedt to the mix. I have standing appointments on Thursdays and Fridays to see two of my closest friends-- this is the only it can be managed.
While I'm sad that everyone else's lives are moving on, and I feel like I'm in that famliar "wait and see" holding pattern, I'm trying with all of my might to hold onto the truths that I know are from God-- Jeremiah 28:11; Isiah 30:11; Proverbs 3;5&6. These are all that will sustain me.
Now... I'm waiting yet again. Waiting to meet the love of my life. That man who God has created to complement me perfectly. With whom I will spend the rest of my life. As my friends begin settling down one-by-one around me, I am becoming acutely more aware of this. It's no longer "just the girls". Now, there are husbans, boyfriends, familial obligations, and balancing acts addedt to the mix. I have standing appointments on Thursdays and Fridays to see two of my closest friends-- this is the only it can be managed.
While I'm sad that everyone else's lives are moving on, and I feel like I'm in that famliar "wait and see" holding pattern, I'm trying with all of my might to hold onto the truths that I know are from God-- Jeremiah 28:11; Isiah 30:11; Proverbs 3;5&6. These are all that will sustain me.
Monday, July 24, 2006
What a Weekend!!
I've had a busy last several days. It started on Thursday when I took my parents to the airport to fly to Kansas City, Missouri. Then, on Friday Raegan and I took Joy and her mom, Janna to the airport to fly to Brazil for a medical missions trip. Everything went alright until I being the dork that I am took 275 south instead of north. So, we took a brief detour to the Gulfcoast beaches. ;) But, after a yummy hot meal at Bob Evans, we got straightened out and home in time to make it to ONE!...
Saturday was a trip to Busch Gardens. We got there and it was the typical disgustingly hot, humid Florida afternoon. It wasn't long afterward, that the heavens opened up and we got rained out. We only got to ride one roller coaster. :( The good thing... we got rain tickets for later on this year. Then came, the next adventure. Trying to make it to the Dish from Busch. We got very, very lost in downtown Tampa. Afternoon passing Nebraska Avenue at least 3 times, and about an hour of driving around, we found YBor City and, alas dinner. Then a movie and Starbucks, the savior of nearly every trip, and we headed home. It was a great way to hang out with old friends and new friends and we now have the memory of "that one time when we went to the Dish and Brie and Beth thought that they knew where they were going, but instead we got really, REALLY lost!!"
Saturday was a trip to Busch Gardens. We got there and it was the typical disgustingly hot, humid Florida afternoon. It wasn't long afterward, that the heavens opened up and we got rained out. We only got to ride one roller coaster. :( The good thing... we got rain tickets for later on this year. Then came, the next adventure. Trying to make it to the Dish from Busch. We got very, very lost in downtown Tampa. Afternoon passing Nebraska Avenue at least 3 times, and about an hour of driving around, we found YBor City and, alas dinner. Then a movie and Starbucks, the savior of nearly every trip, and we headed home. It was a great way to hang out with old friends and new friends and we now have the memory of "that one time when we went to the Dish and Brie and Beth thought that they knew where they were going, but instead we got really, REALLY lost!!"
What a Weekend!!
I've had a busy last several days. It started on Thursday when I took my parents to the airport to fly to Kansas City, Missouri. Then, on Friday Raegan and I took Joy and her mom, Janna to the airport to fly to Brazil for a medical missions trip. Everything went alright until I being the dork that I am took 275 south instead of north. So, we took a brief detour to the Gulfcoast beaches. ;) But, after a yummy hot meal at Bob Evans, we got straightened out and home in time to make it to ONE!...
Saturday was a trip to Busch Gardens. We got there and it was the typical disgustingly hot, humid Florida afternoon. It wasn't long afterward, that the heavens opened up and we got rained out. We only got to ride one roller coaster. :( The good thing... we got rain tickets for later on this year. Then came, the next adventure. Trying to make it to the Dish from Busch. We got very, very lost in downtown Tampa. Afternoon passing Nebraska Avenue at least 3 times, and about an hour of driving around, we found YBor City and, alas dinner. Then a movie and Starbucks, the savior of nearly every trip, and we headed home. It was a great way to hang out with old friends and new friends and we now have the memory of "that one time when we went to the Dish and Brie and Beth thought that they knew where they were going, but instead we got really, REALLY lost!!"
Saturday was a trip to Busch Gardens. We got there and it was the typical disgustingly hot, humid Florida afternoon. It wasn't long afterward, that the heavens opened up and we got rained out. We only got to ride one roller coaster. :( The good thing... we got rain tickets for later on this year. Then came, the next adventure. Trying to make it to the Dish from Busch. We got very, very lost in downtown Tampa. Afternoon passing Nebraska Avenue at least 3 times, and about an hour of driving around, we found YBor City and, alas dinner. Then a movie and Starbucks, the savior of nearly every trip, and we headed home. It was a great way to hang out with old friends and new friends and we now have the memory of "that one time when we went to the Dish and Brie and Beth thought that they knew where they were going, but instead we got really, REALLY lost!!"
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Scenes from the Summer
Me and Jen in also heading for the pool!! It's the place to be!!
Josiah headin' for the pool!!!
Michael @ 88.3's Family Friendly Fourth Celebration
"The Wedding of the Year"--Michelle and Peter Steinmetz 7/1/06
Michelle's Wedding Shower 6/24/06
My first 4th of July Cake!!!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Opinions
My friends Michelle and Peter got married this past weekend. Michelle and her mom and us girls have spent the last 5 months planning this event. They are the first of our group to get married. While I knew there were so many details to decide on, and to logisticaly plan ( who buys the cake server, how do the bridesmaids get to the church?, what to do when 3 of the groomsmen can't come to the rehearsal), I didn't neccessarily think of all of them. We all thought of them simultaneously at about 4:00 on Friday mere hours before the rehearsal.
As a little girl, I had grand elusions of the huge church wedding. My dad walking me down the aisle, my 15 closest girlfriends standing with me and apporximately 300 or so guests watching as marched down the aisle in my Vera Wang wedding dress to Cannon in D flat. We would then be whisked away to a reception that would make Martha Stewart blush.
Reality has now set in. Not only is this completely unrealistic for this chick-- nursing doesn't pay that well-- but, this isn't at all what I want. I want a wedding that is indicative of me and my personality and my future husband. I am learning more and more that it is about the marriage that comes afterward and that is symbolized in the wedding, than it is about the hour d'ourves that are served or the color of the bridesmaid dresses. It is all icing on the cake (pardon the pun).
Another friend of mine is very close to getting engaged. She called me at work tonight in tears about something that had happened in her relationship. It was so weird that she would call me to discuss relationship advice. I'm the last person that people should be coming too. But she did. I walked away from the conversation strangely happy that for this season of my life I am single. I have no real obligations to fulfill. No one to clear plans through, no one's opinion that means more than mine. I am acutely aware of the advantages of being single. It is a good thing.
So, if you get a note from me mentioning St. Thomas you'll know that I am either going on vacation, or eloping. And you'll know why
As a little girl, I had grand elusions of the huge church wedding. My dad walking me down the aisle, my 15 closest girlfriends standing with me and apporximately 300 or so guests watching as marched down the aisle in my Vera Wang wedding dress to Cannon in D flat. We would then be whisked away to a reception that would make Martha Stewart blush.
Reality has now set in. Not only is this completely unrealistic for this chick-- nursing doesn't pay that well-- but, this isn't at all what I want. I want a wedding that is indicative of me and my personality and my future husband. I am learning more and more that it is about the marriage that comes afterward and that is symbolized in the wedding, than it is about the hour d'ourves that are served or the color of the bridesmaid dresses. It is all icing on the cake (pardon the pun).
Another friend of mine is very close to getting engaged. She called me at work tonight in tears about something that had happened in her relationship. It was so weird that she would call me to discuss relationship advice. I'm the last person that people should be coming too. But she did. I walked away from the conversation strangely happy that for this season of my life I am single. I have no real obligations to fulfill. No one to clear plans through, no one's opinion that means more than mine. I am acutely aware of the advantages of being single. It is a good thing.
So, if you get a note from me mentioning St. Thomas you'll know that I am either going on vacation, or eloping. And you'll know why
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Growing Up
Ephesians 4:14-16
One of my best friends is getting married this weekend. We have been planning for this wedding for 5 months now. Another friend of mine is about to have her first child. My sister is pregnant with her second child-- a little boy they will name Raydon. I have been out of high school for 5 quick years, and out of nursing school for 2 even quicker years. It hit me a few months ago that I'm not a kid anymore. I can no longer use that excuse. I am watching my nephew grow up. Watching make the mistakes that we all make as kids-- drinking too much water in the swimming pool. Wiping a chocolate mouth on Mama's couch. And the list continues.There are only a few things that you have to do once and you won't do them again. But, what is the most frustrating for me is that I am seeing in myself making the same mistakes, and attempting to learn the same lessons that I was attempting to learn a couple of years ago.
In the passage before this, Paul talks about unity and how we all fit together to form one Body-- the Church. It has been described as an alliteration to the human body as well as braiding together a rope. The individual strands are weak, but put all together, the whole is strong and sure and nearly unstoppable. It can stop a freightliner, hoist metal beams and countless other seemingly impossible tasks. However, the rope is only as strong as it's weakest strand.
Part of our calling as Chirst followers is to continue to grow. To grow in His teachings, in our knowledge of Him, in our Confidence in Him, in being able to discerne between false teachings and those of a sound teacher, those of a schemer and one who has our best interests at heart. If the weakest strand of the rope is thickened and reinforced and strengthened, then the whole rope-- the whole Church-- will benefit.
How do we become strengthened? By engaging in community-- small groups, Sunday School classes, ONE!, groups of friends who are not afraid to tell you how it is. By having cosistent quiet times and prayer times. By spending time with the God that breathed life into us and knit us together in our mother's wombs. It is time to quit being infants and start growing up. Me included.
One of my best friends is getting married this weekend. We have been planning for this wedding for 5 months now. Another friend of mine is about to have her first child. My sister is pregnant with her second child-- a little boy they will name Raydon. I have been out of high school for 5 quick years, and out of nursing school for 2 even quicker years. It hit me a few months ago that I'm not a kid anymore. I can no longer use that excuse. I am watching my nephew grow up. Watching make the mistakes that we all make as kids-- drinking too much water in the swimming pool. Wiping a chocolate mouth on Mama's couch. And the list continues.There are only a few things that you have to do once and you won't do them again. But, what is the most frustrating for me is that I am seeing in myself making the same mistakes, and attempting to learn the same lessons that I was attempting to learn a couple of years ago.
In the passage before this, Paul talks about unity and how we all fit together to form one Body-- the Church. It has been described as an alliteration to the human body as well as braiding together a rope. The individual strands are weak, but put all together, the whole is strong and sure and nearly unstoppable. It can stop a freightliner, hoist metal beams and countless other seemingly impossible tasks. However, the rope is only as strong as it's weakest strand.
Part of our calling as Chirst followers is to continue to grow. To grow in His teachings, in our knowledge of Him, in our Confidence in Him, in being able to discerne between false teachings and those of a sound teacher, those of a schemer and one who has our best interests at heart. If the weakest strand of the rope is thickened and reinforced and strengthened, then the whole rope-- the whole Church-- will benefit.
How do we become strengthened? By engaging in community-- small groups, Sunday School classes, ONE!, groups of friends who are not afraid to tell you how it is. By having cosistent quiet times and prayer times. By spending time with the God that breathed life into us and knit us together in our mother's wombs. It is time to quit being infants and start growing up. Me included.
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