Monday, September 20, 2010

Camping 2.0, SEC Game Day 3.0 and Birthday 4.0

We had a merger this weekend. We rolled the second community group camp out, Razorback vs GA Bulldog and L(arcenous) S(tinky) U(gly) Tiger vs Mississippi State Bulldog football watch party, and Lydia's 4th Birthday party all into one weekend. BUT wait! There's more: we squeezed in a trip to a Mexican restaurant, tubing, and fishing, too.
The air mattress before it completely deflated Friday night

Base camp - notice the satellite dish?
Gene and I stretched the birthday into a weekend starting with a few gifts on Friday to make the trip more fun - Lydia got her rod & reel, hula hoop, new Hello Kitty bike, and bubbles. Saturday was game day, and  our base camp became tail gate central with the addition of our brand spanking new satellite and tv - well, and with Teresa's awesome walking tacos for lunch and Whole Hog Cafe's BBQ for supper. Boating happened before & after the first game, and the kids LOVED it.

The next morning the ladies, two youngest children (including the birthday girl), and two men set out in the boat. It was the smoothest I've ever seen the lake! I was afraid the water would be too cold to enjoy, but I was so wrong. We've had such hot weather that it was perfect.

We had one more group hit the water for about 2 hours, and then it was time for cake & presents. It was so much fun in spite of the heat (it was epic, ya'll!) and the air mattress fail on Friday night that led to the purchase on a new one Saturday night. We even had a raid by some wild animal before we got up Sunday morning that I slept through because a) I was exhausted b)the fan was blowing right on my head and c) if it didn't invade the tent or turn the fan off I didn't care what it did.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Flash back

I was recounting a story from college to one of my patients Tuesday. A decade and a half ago, my father wanted me to become a pharmacist, and I sat for the PCAT test. While waiting for the results, I was taking organic chemistry.  The instructor seemed so witty and nice the first day. He insisted we could come to his office during his office hours and ask ANYTHING, there were no stupid questions.

I completely aced the first quiz, but I was struggling to interpret something from the book before the second one. It seemed there were two ways it COULD be interpreted, but one way was right & the other way wouldn't be. Taking the good professor at his word, I hauled my backpack up to his office and waited, and waited and waited to ask my question. He was soooo jovial as he answered all the cute, giggly girls' questions. Some of those questions might have seemed silly, but, none of them were stupid -he'd assured us there were no such things.

At last, my turn came to ask my question. I explained my dilemma that as I saw it there were two possible ways to name whatever organic chemical it was, and I couldn't decide which was correct. Can you imagine my chagrin, the stinging humiliation I felt when Dr. Gigglebox said, "Well! Did you read the book?!?" A little flustered, I opened the book to the passage that had me confused to show him the wording that had me perplexed. I got my answer, but I vowed I wouldn't go ask that miserable old wind bag another "not stupid question" if that was the treatment I was going to receive.

Today, my women's Bible study began. We're studying the book of James, and our praise & worship leader, Aaron, did an interpretive recitation of the WHOLE book from memory. Wow! It really helped me understand the book better, and I really was moved. That's God's word, written in Aaron's memory and on his heart. 

I felt pretty humbled. You see, I'd started the day off in a snit. It's true, and I'll own up to it: I am resistant to change. The powers that be within our women's ministry changed our day and time of Bible study, and it is a one shot deal. ALL the studies are on one day at the same time. Thursday is the worst possible day for me to take a half day out of my part time job. Totally inconvenient! for So. Many. Reasons. 

But as I sat there this morning, the Holy Spirit stirred within me taming the rebellion that was stirring up a hurricane of discontent. And as a gentle peace settled over me (as it always seems to when I study God's word with these ladies), I had a moment of resolve. I want to know my God better. I want to want the things He wants, and reading His word is one of the ways to get there.

I don't want to ask Him a question someday and have Him say, even with the gentlest hint of rebuke, "Well, have you read the Book?" 

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Still not much going on

Work is slow, the water park is only open on the weekend (and this is the LAST weekend they are open), the new women's Bible study hasn't started, BUT football season is about to come roaring in. It's supposed to be a promising football season, and yet the spirit of excitement hasn't even begun to stir in me. Isn't anticipation supposed to be a big part of the joy in an upcoming event? Hopefully, I'm just conserving energy for the actual event.

I've always been the sort most people consider "low key", not given to extremes. Still, I always found it embarrassingly easy to cry. For the past two years, though, I haven't cried much - not at funerals, not at commercials, not during those touching moments in movies that used to have Gene smirking and looking  sideways at me to see when the water works would start. The message at church on Sunday was about caring for orphans, a subject very dear to my heart. I only managed a few tears that seemed to be glued to my eyes determined to blur my vision lacking either the gravity to fall or more tears to force them out of the way.

While that seemed really odd to me, I've since cried buckets. I've cried and prayed for the health and life of a precious little girl just home from China whom the doctors have given no hope. I've cried over this video on youtube that I found to be very moving. In fact, I cried so much Monday that on Tuesday my eye lids were still thick and fat as if they'd stored tears like a hamster stores food in its cheeks. Watching Aftermath with William Shatner: Ruby Ridge , I teared up as I listened to Sara Weaver tell of how she forgave the people who killed her mother and brother and how forgiving them set her free. Maybe the last one wasn't so odd, even Mr. Shatner shed some very real tears as he listened.

So, while not much has been going on & I'm not sure of any of its significance, there it is. I will say that I don't mind the tears coming back. I'd hate to think that maturity meant I was going to be  increasingly detached and less sympathetic.

Finally, to reward those who come to see pictures of Lydia and suffer through my ramblings to get to them, I'm going to try to change the header picture with every post. Note I said TRY. It takes a while to do so skip down to the title to make sure it hasn't changed.  Love ya! Thanks for caring enough to follow along.