Along Came a Song

"Gooooo blame it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhereeeee...."

"Kevin, I'm pretty sure it's "tell it on the mountain."

"Nope, blame."

To each his own, I suppose, especially when it comes to worship!  Sing it, brother-in-law.

And for the record, I always thought the line in "Winter Wonderland" said...

"Later on we'll perspire as we dream by the fire."

Makes sense, right??  Fire is hot, after all.

When I was very little I'd also sing, "In the meadow we can build a snowman, and pretend that he is Pastor Brown."

Many of you will remember Fred Brown from First Baptist.  I remember thinking, "Wow, he has his own song!"  At least sometimes misunderstandings make for funny stories.

This past weekend was an incredibly immense blessing.

Last Friday night the Dillon Wildcats came to Columbia.  This former cheerleader was most excited to go to the game!



My heart dropped as soon as we walked in, because I started seeing purple things all over the stadium, and guess what color I happened to be wearing:



FORTUNATELY, I discovered that those were the hosting school, Benedict's, colors and not the opposing team's.  Glad we cleared up that potential crisis.  I could have been boiled alive like the peanuts they served at the concession stand.

Which, by the way, I got the LAST bag they had.  What luck!!! I felt as if this guy showed up at my door:

Halfway through the game I realized that Dillon was wearing white uniforms, when up until that point I was hoping the players in the black uniforms would score.  That's what happens when you're taking non stop, shoveling in french fries, and not paying attention.  I could have a career in that.

Here are Ryan's thoughts on my confusion.

Yay for running into Ellie during the game!

I have been SO busy this month that my brain has been completely out of whack, and then something about that saying made me pose a question.  If something is going the right way, does that mean it's "whack"???

Quick line at the bank? Whack.

Extra nuggets in your 6 piece Happy Meal?  Whack.

Vacation from work??  Most definitely whack.

Food for thought!

The rest of the weekend was consumed in preparing for the Shine Like the Son release on Sunday!!!

This was one of the most wonderful and special days of my life.   I will never, ever forget it.  To be able to share this with so many people I love who have encouraged me and are guiding me as I seek to follow His will is incredible.

I worked on this for many, many months.  I have so many more ideas, song themes, etc.  Please pray that He will continue to reveal His plans for me.  I'm willing to serve Him on any platform He allows.

If you're interested in a copy, they can be purchased at First Baptist Church of Dillon or cdbaby.com.  I am incredibly grateful to you for your support whether it's getting a CD or keeping me in prayer.

"Sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth."  Psalm 96:1

December 2, 2012 was also special for another reason- Jay's 25th Birthday!  I have a tradition every year of writing Birthday poems for Jay.  This year it was a take on the "Night Before Christmas..."

Twas the day of Jay’s Birthday and all through his dorm,

The rooms resembled the remains of a treacherous storm.

The stockings were laid on the floor with care,

Because Jay procrastinated and left them there.

Jay was nestled all snug in his sheets,
That haven’t been washed since July 15^th.

I in my sparkles and Jay in his newsboy cap,

Had settled in our beds for a post Wii game nap.

When out in the yard there arose an explosion,

We abruptly awoke to see the commotion.

I tore open the shutters and stomped on the tiles,

Because they were dated and out of style.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear,

But Ann with a broom and Randy with a sneer.

A little bald man so lively yet serene,

I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Clean.

More rapid than eagles his servants they came.

He yelled like a Carlson and called them by name:

“On Windex, on Lysol, on Ajax, and Shout,

Let’s send all this dirt on its way out!’

To the top of the fridge to the baseboards and walls,

Jay’s dorm hasn’t been cleaned sometime last fall.

It’s a great day to celebrate and be alive,

A sweet boy named Jay is turning 25.

If your day is half as special as you,

It will be the best day you ever knew.

I know that if you were given a choice,

You’d prefer not to hear my loud and equally annoying voice.

So I tell you from hundreds of miles away,

In the loudest way I can possibly say…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY INCREDIBLE BROTHER, JAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

(25 exclamation marks)

I love you, Jay!

Sunday evening was Shandon Baptist's annual "Glorious" concert.  Absolutely PHENOMENAL, as always!!!  We met Dorothy and Kyle there.  

As is the case every year, our house is completely decked out for Christmas.  Tragically, Ryan doesn't care a thing about Christmas decorations.  If ever there was a depiction of how opposite the two of us feel this time of year it would be this:

Ryan would much rather hear the soothing sound of cleaning spray coming out of a bottle than Christmas carols.  But for the next few weeks, he'll have to live with it!

I can't reach the top of the Christmas tree, so for the last week half of it has been bare- a fa la la NO NO!!!  I kept asking Ryan over and over about it and finally resorted to a cryptic message.

Either Ryan found some Christmas cheer buried deep in his heart, or he was sick of my unsubtle hints, but I suppose the best things come to those who wait...

I fixed him cookies and milk as a thank you.  Just like Santa!

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Please take a moment to pray for my sweet mother who is very sick right now with what may be the flu.  Feel better soon, Mama!!!

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Here's hoping that your week is crisis free, unlike my daily experiences.

Like the other day when I put face cream on my toothbrush instead of toothpaste...

Or sneezed right after applying a sticky mascara and couldn't open my eyes.  No joke.

Or the permanent tire marks I've put in my neighborhood as each morning, without fail, I zoom back around to make sure I closed the garage, because I can't remember.

Whackly,