Archives for August 2006

The Body

This post of Toni’s sent me straight into the ugly cry.

It’s a reminder of the beauty in sacrifice and surrender.

It’s The Great Commission in action.

And now I’m going to go read it again.

See you there.

First, Some Questions

Did I ever tell y’all the story about the time I ran into Kevin, one of the ministers at my church, at the park?

And how we’d never met before, but the previous weekend he’d preached a sermon that blew D. and me away?

And how, when we met at the park, we talked for about an hour while our kids played?

And how I thought The Meeting In The Park was a total God thing because I had been praying about starting a food ministry at our church, and I told Kevin all about it that morning?

And how Kevin and D. became great friends?

And how his wife Traci and I became great friends?

And how their son and Alex squeal with glee when they’re together?

And how they’re some of our favorite people in the whole wide world?

And how the food ministry has been great and all, but God was actually setting the wheels in motion for something else that morning? Something way bigger?

And how, about a year and a half after I met Kevin in the park, Emma Kate and Brad, along with some folks from their small group that had been praying about a church plant in Tupelo, visited our church to meet with some of the founding members (see item number four on this post) because they felt like they needed to seek some wise counsel?

And how Kevin – whom EK had never met though she had heard me talk about him a bunch since he and Traci are our, you know, friends – said a prayer at the end of the service that touched EK so deeply that when she told me about it, she cried?

And how EK and Brad and company went home and could not get Kevin off of their hearts?

And how, when I wrote this post, Kevin and Traci were the “other friends” who were coming to supper because EK and Brad were TOTALLY convicted that they were supposed to talk to them about the burden God had put on their hearts for a new church in their town?

And how, back in May, I wrote this?

“[EK and Brad] truly believe that for this [church plant] to come to fruition, they must first have God’s man. They have the resources to attract someone of the highest caliber, but obviously God has to turn that man’s heart toward Tupelo.”

And how God has in fact given them His man?

And how Kevin and Traci and their children are moving to Tupelo?

Because Kevin is going to be the pastor for The Church at Trace Crossing, which is the church that God had just begun to birth in EK’s and Brad’s hearts that Saturday when Kevin and I just “happened” to run into each other at the park?

Yeah.

That’s a good story.

And there’s a whole lot more of it to tell.

A Puzzling Post If Ever There Was One

Today I was on the phone with Emma Kate while A. and I were running some errands (two-for-one big foil pans at Party City! FIFTY CENTS A PIECE! I will sleep the sleep of angels tonight.), and suddenly she said, “OH! MISSY! I checked your blog earlier. And you’re falling behind! There’s no post for Friday!”

So apparently I have deadlines now. Per my editor Emma Kate. :-)

But the truth is that it’s just been one of those days where I started writing posts 2 or 3 times and sort of lost the will. I’ve had a hard time finding my bloggity flow, which is in fact an Official Blogging Term. You can find it in BooMama’s Blogging Dictionary.

Or at least you could if BooMama’s Blogging Dictionary actually, you know, existed.

Anyhoo.

I have a story to tell.

But you know how when God does something really big, it’s almost intimidating to tell what He’s done because you don’t think you can do it justice?

I actually started writing a post about it all on June 28 – before there was any clear ending in sight – and here I sit, two months later, astonished by how everything has played out, but I still can’t GIT IT LIKE I LIKE IT. :-)

So I’m going to bed. And hopefully sleeping late. Because I’m tired. And tomorrow, I will start afresh.

Because the story? It’s a good ‘un. :-) And it really has nothing to do with me…I’ve just been privileged to watch from the sidelines.

And speaking of sidelines, only one week until college football.

Which is totally unrelated.

But important to me nonetheless.

See? I told you I was tired. :-)

Thursday Thirteen


Thirteen Things That Have Brightened My Week
1. Alex waking up from his nap, looking at me, grabbing my face with both of his little hands and saying, “HEY SWEET THING. I MISSED YOU.”

2. “Project Runway” – it’s the fastest moving 60 minutes on television, and watching creative people in action makes me happy.

3. Keeping secrets. I love keeping secrets. However, there is one VERY exciting secret that I won’t have to keep for much longer. Well, actually, I don’t have to keep it a secret right now, or else I wouldn’t have given you that hint, but I DO want to have just the right words for it when I finally tell the tale(and don’t even ask me if I’m pregnant. I couldn’t be less pregnant if I tried).

4. This post of Lori’s – which made me laugh out loud.

5. This post of Big Mama’s – which also made me laugh out loud.

6. Tonight I’m going to a recipe swap. With a bunch of girls. And we’ll get to eat samples of the recipes. And talk a whole bunch with no kids around. Can you tell I’m excited?

7. The new camera came in today…and I am like a kid at Christmas. I didn’t get the SLR – it just seemed like more than I could handle. So here’s the winner.

8. Emails from Sarah. Always late at night, always funny, and always encouraging.

9. Alex was coming up the basement stairs a few nights ago, and he fell and busted his lip. Once we got all the blood cleaned up and he calmed down, he looked at me with those big blue eyes and said, “Mama. I ate my lip.” And then he threw his head on my shoulder and cried while my heart exploded into millions of tiny pieces.

10. A friend of ours started a blog. It has something to do with #3. Soon – very soon – there will be much linkage for you to enjoy.

11. In the mornings, if you tilt your head just right, you can sense a hint of fall in the air. Just a hint. And only for a second. But it’s there.

12. HolyMama! posted a link to this video a couple of weeks ago – and it cracks me up so much that I can’t quit watching it. I’ve tried, but I can’t. Intervention, anyone?

13. Philippians 2:1-7 and Philippians 3:7-11 – seems like I can’t read these two verses enough lately. As our pastor likes to say: “The Word is gooood.” :-)

Proof That Skinny Isn’t Always A Good Thing

Yesterday I mentioned a “long and pointless” dream about my friend Elise that I shared via email with a couple of my college friends. Without going into all the details, I’ll just point out that Elise, in my dream, was dressed in some for-real 80’s finery, all the way down to a spiffy pair of red Connie flats. Oh yes ma’am she was.

My friend Melanie immediately responded to my email and said, “You do know that the 80’s ARE BACK. This might not have been a dream but a premonition of things to come. If we are supposed to do skinny jeans and leggings (which I’m not happy about) then why not cuffed walking shorts and red flats. I bet I could find some red plastic earrings to match.”

I thought long and hard about Melanie’s email. Then I pondered Big Mama’s post that she wrote a few weeks ago about this very issue. And my conclusion?

We have a problem, y’all.

I feel that I can speak with a certain degree of authority on this topic because I am a child of the 80’s. I watched the premiere of “Thriller” on MTV, I saw every movie that Molly Ringwald ever made, and I used so much Paul Mitchell Freeze N Shine on my bangs in 1988 that a specific portion of the ozone layer boasts a plaque bearing my name. In addition, I memorized the entire sountrack of “St. Elmo’s Fire,” I recorded every single episode of “Moonlighting,” and I arrived at college wearing a pair of acid washed jeans.

Oh yes I did.

So I feel pretty qualified to say that this whole resurgence of 80’s fashion? It makes no sense at all. Because DID NOBODY NOTICE HOW UGLY THE CLOTHES WERE THE FIRST TIME AROUND?

I mean, I know we thought we were all cute and girls-just-wanna-have-fun-ish at the time, what with our leggings under our short skirts and our oversized v-neck sweaters from The Limited (oh, ‘fess up. you know you wore one with your neon stirrup pants back in 1989. you know you did). But in retrospect? We were all guilty parties in what can only be described as a fashion tragedy.

And wearing skinny jeans was a first degree offense.

Because while I can see the humor in lots of my 80’s antics, I just can’t, under any circumstances, find the humor (or value) in a pair of skinny jeans. They’re the most hateful of all the 80’s trends, in my opinion. The only thing worse is acid washed skinny jeans, which as far as I’m concerned is proof that the devil is real and at work and intent on stealing our joy.

(WHICH REMINDS ME. Some of my male college buddies who regularly read this blog-o-mine under the cover of secret SO used to tightroll their jeans. Out of respect for the offenders’ wives and children, as well as for the sake of their careers within your various and sundry Corridors of Power, I will not disclose their identities. But they know who they are.)

So I am resolved: I will cling to the boot cut jean with everything in me. I will stand firm against the possibility of denim hugging my admittedly substantial calves and then TAPERING DOWN toward my ankles. I will rebuke anything that even remotely resembles “tightrolling.”

And in conclusion, I’m not wearing red Connie flats and you can’t make me.

Because if the 80’s are in, I guess I’ll have to be out. I just can’t walk down the acid washed road again.

WFMW – Quick, Delicious Appetizer

Since several people enjoyed the recipes for the shrimp casserole and the salad, here’s my favorite appetizer.

Be forewarned that this dish contains the Southern Triumverate of butter, mayonnaise, and sharp cheddar cheese, and also be forewarned that if you’re going to try to make it less of a threat to your arteries by using low-fat mayonnaise and whatnot, the result will most likely be, as my mama would say, “not fittin’ to eat.”

Go big or go home. That’s all I’m sayin’. :-)

Vidalia Onion Dipmodified from Come On In
3 or 4 large Vidalia onions (any sweet onion will do)
2 Tbs. butter
1 tsp. Tabasco sauce or 1/4 tsp. ground red pepper
1/4 tsp. garlic powder
1 cup mayonnaise
2 cups sharp cheddar cheese, grated

Saute’ onions in butter until they cry uncle (in other words, until they’re completely soft). Add Tabasco and garlic powder as onions are cooking. Once the onions are transparent, combine them with remaining ingredients and bake in a buttered casserole dish at 375 for 25 minutes.

Serve with tortilla chips or crackers.

And here’s another tip: salt and pepper your favorite fresh fish filet. Put about 3 tablespoons of this dip on top of each piece of fish. Squeeze lemon juice over all. Bake as you normally would – and the dip will make the fish so moist and tender that you won’t believe it. The dip will also rob the fish of any redeeming nutritional value, so it’s a win / win for all!

Enjoy, everybody.

And for more great Works For Me Wednesday ideas, visit Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer. She’s a good Southern girl, and I bet she likes mayonnaise, too. :-)