Dinner with A Reverened, A Graphic Designer, a Counselor and A…well, whatever I am…

August 30, 2006

We were sitting down for dinner when, in unison, we all became aware of the music. It was quiet worship music playing in the background. Worship music is great and all, but not what I would consider music for an intimate dinner party between friends.

Cheryl: Nice music, Jodi. What is this again? Ray Bolt’s greatest hits? I am getting you some good dinner party music.

Steven: (sarcastically, as he leaves the room…) What? This is good dinner party music.

Cheryl: Yeah, if this was The Last Supper.

Danny: That wasn’t so much a “party.”

Cheryl: I’m sure it was to a point…oh, but then…yeah, it probably got pretty serisous…dang it…

And later that night….

Jodi: Yeah, we went roller skating, and they had a couples dance. There were these two kids that were totally grinding to the song. I told them they needed to stop. The mom was standing right there!

Steven: Yeah, they have probably had more sex than all of us put together.

Crickets….Cheryl bursts into laughter while Danny and Jodi just sit motionless…

Steven: Well, assuming that zero times zero still equals zero…


Baby Redneck

August 29, 2006

My co-worker Sally brought her kid by the office. His name is Brantley, and he is 20 months of pure joy. He is truly one of the coolest kids I know. He came in today sporting a muscle shirt. The ensuing conversation made me chuckle.

Cheryl: Hey, bug! Nice muscle shirt. Where you been? The gym?

Sally: No. Manning.

For those of you who are not from the great state of South Carolina, Manning is one of those places that threw a parade when it finally got a KFC…last year.


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August 29, 2006

“I’m not moody. I’m….attitudinally eclectic. Just think of me as versatile!”


Afternoon Follies

August 24, 2006

Today I made up a new word.

Booglewobber – a heavenly body that would otherwise be classified as a planet if it weren’t for it’s core being made of a salted peanut.

I am the most smartest person ever invented.


Spiritual Tension

August 24, 2006

“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm 37:4

“The heart is more deceitful than all else and is desperately sick; who can understand it?” Jeremiah 17:9

How do you know the difference in the desires placed by God and the ones our sinful natures conjure up? Seriously. Let’s say a girl, we will call her Ruth, has been enjoying Jesus and truly seeking His leadership. And He is leading her to places and she is following, unafraid and excited about seeing His provision and love. She TRUSTS that where her heart is on certain issues is from God. He placed them there and will therefore see them through to completion. Now let’s say the same girl, we will continue to call her Ruth, has other desires popping up in said heart. These desires seem to be absurd, not to mention, out of the blue.

Assuming that none of the desires contradict a direct command or wisdom in Scripture. And the desires don’t contradict each other. How does she know the difference in desires placed by God and the ones that her own deceitful heart created?

Don’t you just love nebulous questions?

Speaking of “nebulous,” Pluto is no longer a planet! What the….


*exhale*

August 24, 2006

It’s raining. It’s raining and storming. It’s a rainy, stormy morning. It’s a rainy, stormy morning and I am at work.

Don’t you just love rainy, stormy mornings when you can lay in bed with the covers pulled up and your head perfectly nestled in the feather pillows? What’s better than that is when you know you don’t have to be any particular place at any particular time. *sigh*

Then that moment comes when the rain stops, the sun comes out and the cozy morning ends. In that way, it’s kind of like cold fries, or Monday night after a long weekend. Disappointing.


From the Mouths of Babes

August 24, 2006

Ryan told me that he was navigating that difficult time in the afternoon when it’s too close to dinner to pull out toys for the kids, but dinner is not quite ready. He said this is the hardest part of the day for his kids, Ben 3 (?) and Eden Grace 2 (?). So, as any good parent would do, he put in his DVD of U2 Vertigo Tour in Chicago to kill time.

After a few songs, Ben looked up and asked, “Daddy, do we go to this church?”

I don’t know if this is hillarious or a sad commentary on U2 worship or our churches resembling rock concerts. You decide…