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July 25, 2006
K-I-S-S-I-N-G...
So... there we were... seated in our places... anxiously awaiting the beginning of the wedding... Czarina was sitting next to Miracle... and she held out one of those little parchment scrolls that have all the wedding information on them... and asked him what it said... and he answered...
Gatlin and Megan... sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes love... then comes marriage... then comes Gatlin with a baby carriage...
Not sure if he was telling her the truth or making up a story, she handed the scroll to her grandpa and asked him what it said... and he answered...
Gatlin and Megan... sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes love... then comes marriage... then comes Gatlin with a baby carriage...
She asked, really? And he said, well, if you read between the lines...
So....
Take yourself a few years back... to another wedding... and another parchment scroll... and read it like this...
King Pen and Wondergirl... sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes love... then comes marriage... then comes King Pen with a baby carriage...
And they did... and he did... and along came Czarina... and Hero Boy... and The Duke... and now... one more in the making...
Whooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooo... I am so excited... I'm gonna be an aunt AGAIN!!!!
And it didn't stop there... there was another wedding... and another scroll... and it read like this...
Ashley and Eric... sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G... first comes love... then comes marriage... then comes Eric with a baby carriage...
And they did, too... and he did, too... and here comes baby number one...
Whooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooo... there are an abundance of blessings in this family...
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July 24, 2006
Wedding bells were ringing...
Yes, they were... and guitars were playing... over in the Crown Jewel of America this weekend... that's Mississippi for those of you who don't know... and my nephew and his bride became husband and wife, surrounded by friends and family, in a beautiful ceremony officiated by my brother... the same brother who spoke the vows over Miracle and me when we wed almost a year ago...
Two very creative and unique young people... halfway through college... with the world and the journey of life looming large before them... became one...
I could try to claim a little credit because he caught the garter at mine and Miracle's wedding last year... but... let's face it... God's been up to His match-making again... those two kids are perfect for each other in every way... right down to their passion for Star Wars and Godzilla... and they're off honey-mooning right now... (don't you wonder where that word originated?)
So... Miracle and I are driving home yesterday... back to what my daddy calls "that foreign land" we live in... and I couldn't help reminiscing about our wedding and honeymoon last year... our trip to Ocean City... and how wonderful and romantic and exciting and exilarating and perfect it was... how it seems like it was only last week... and how we plan to go again this year on our first anniversary... and, God willing... every year on our anniversary...
And... do I need to say it?
I love my husband... he is truly God's best for me...
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July 6, 2006
It was a long drive Tuesday...
... from Gulfport back to Atlanta... made longer by the tears that rained on the journey...
Miracle and I drove down to Gulfport on Saturday to be a part of MakeOver Mississippi... helping to rebuild twelve homes down on the Gulf Coast... helping twelve families to live in “real” homes again instead of camping in tents in the shells of their homes or in FEMA trailers in their back yards...
And it was amazing... over a hundred kids aged 12 to 24... plus adults... working as hard as, if not harder than, we’ve ever worked before... pulling ruined sheetrock from ceilings and walls... tearing out moldy and, amazing to me, still damp insulation from walls and ceilings and crawl spaces beneath houses... tearing out brick fireplaces... pulling up ruined tiles... building fences on one location... electrical work... plumbing.... you name it... it was there to do.
My baby brother, who is the youth minister and associate pastor at Bayou View Baptist Church, is the one who imagined, planned, put together and spearheaded the project... or should I say he is the vessel and tool God used to put the project together... and I am humbled and proud with a Godly pride of the job he’s doing... of the words God puts into his mouth to speak to those young people and adults every night.. I am proud, too, of our other brother, who came down to work, and of my husband, who led the work crew I was privileged to work on. This week was a dream come true for me on many levels... an opportunity to help restore lives after Katrina... an opportunity to be a tool in God's hand... an opportunity to serve on a mission trip under the headship of my precious little brother... an opportunity to serve on a mission trip with my also precious big brother... and an opportunity to serve on a mission trip alongside my wonderful husband.
My only sorrow was in having to leave on Tuesday afternoon... not being able to see the whole week through... because I had to be back at my desk on Wednesday... and so tears of sorrow still rain on me... even today... and I know it for what it is... a pity party... just feeling sorry for myself because I’m not still there... feeling sorry for myself because I’m missing out on the work... the camaraderie... the work... the fellowship... the work... the accomplishment... the work... and the spiritual blessings of evening worship services that simply blow me away...
I know they will do what needs to be done... and do it well... without me... and I’m glad of that even while I’m feeling sorry for myself...
Yet... even so... I am grateful to have been there for those few days... to have experienced the absolute joy of working for God... blessed to have put my sweat and, yes, my blood, into the project... amazed to have witnessed the commitment and unselfish giving of themselves that everyone put into their projects...
And I realize that I really have nothing to feel sorry for myself about... I was a part of it... God did use me... and who I should really feel sorry for are all those folks who wanted to go, but didn’t, because they thought something else was more important...
They missed out on the blessing of a lifetime...
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