Archives for April 2006

An Important Question

We just finished watching “Wedding Crashers.”

It was cute, but whatever.

Here’s what I can’t quit thinking about.

WHAT IS UP with Owen Wilson’s hair?

I mean, you’d think there would be people who could tell him, “Hey, man – you know the perm thing? LET IT GO.”

It drove me crazy during the whole movie. I wanted to get a flat-iron or something.

As always, I’m addressing the really serious issues here.

I live to serve others through my thought-provoking questions.

I’m BAAA-ack!

I have safely returned to the land of DSL.

Alex is still at my parents’ house.

Which leads me to two words:


Since D. is heading to my hometown tomorrow anyway, it seemed silly to subject the toddler to traveling back here only to get in the car again tomorrow for a return trip.

By the way, this is the first time in over three years that it’s been just the two of us in our house.

I definitely miss the little man, but I have just spent the last two hours on the computer, catching up on blogs, and I realize that I have forgotten what it’s like to do anything without being interrupted.

And it’s nice to know that A. is happy as a clam at his grandparents’ house, where the Coke is plentiful, the ice cream is cold, and the Cheetos come in bottomless bags.

But I do miss that sweet little laugh.

And tomorrow? My first day alone since 2003.

More about that later…because right now, my hubby awaits. :-)

LBY – Week Five – Peace

This week our LBY study was on peace. When I discovered that, I wanted to crawl into a corner and throw a blanket over my head, because I knew that God would be dealing. with. me. (now snap three times in a “z” formation.)

He did not disappoint. I have in fact been “dealt with.”

Over the last five or six years, I have struggled – no, I’ve WRESTLED – with peace. There are several reasons why, but the biggest one is that I “took on” battles that had nothing to do with me and tried to make them my own. Because I am impatient, I seemed to get the idea that I could speed along the process with my constant questioning, inquiring, checking up, monitoring, etc. And if I could give you any advice as a result of what I’ve experienced, it would be this: Be Ye Not So Foolish.

I don’t know if you’ve ever sat awake at night trying to figure out why something is the way it is, why such and such happened, what would you do if you were faced with so and so…but it is misery. It’s no way to live, because it forces you into “half life” mode where you go through the motions but are constantly aware of the hollow feeling in your stomach, the racing of your heart, and the uncertainty and doubt in your mind.

And the devil LOVES it, by the way.

Beth says that because peace and joy are so inextricably linked, the devil “will most certainly steal our joy if he can undermine our peace. Striving, churning, tossing, turning, bitter, burning, never learning….”

A couple of years ago I did the Beth Moore Believing God study, and it was the first step toward some serious progress in this area of my life. One of the very first things we learned in that study is that “God is Who He says He is. God can do what He says He can do.” Those two simple sentences have done so much for me in terms of reminding me that when God promises me something in Scripture, I can bank on it…and that includes His promises that I can have peace. And not just regular ole peace – HIS peace.

Beth uses the example of the loaves and the fishes to illustrate what it means to rest in God’s peace. She points out that when Jesus was faced with a crowd of thousands of hungry people and some mighty limited resources, “[He] had perfect peace in provision. He did not fret. He did not form a committee to plan a covered-dish dinner.” (Can I get an “amen”?) What He DID do was this:

“He made them aware of their need.
He took what little they had.
He placed them in a posture to rest.
He gave them ‘immeasurably more’ than they
could ‘ask or imagine.'”
(Eph. 3:20)
Beth goes on to say, “Christ was perfectly at peace with the needs of His followers because He had perfect confidence in His Father’s provision.” [emphasis mine]

Just so you know, when I read that quote the first time, out in my margins I wrote, “Oh, that’s GOOD.”

Wouldn’t our lives be overflowing with joy if we rested in God’s perfect peace because we trusted His perfect provision? If we realized that we can’t fight everyone’s battles, and that’s okay – because He’s already won the war? If we truly trusted that God is in control, and that He will do as He promises and “graciously give us all things”? (Romans 8:32)

For me, trusting God’s provision is the key to experiencing peace. That may be so basic, so simple to most of y’all – but to me, it’s a revelation. I even wrote in my notes this week, “I have known this all along in my head – but I’m just now getting it my heart.”

Understanding this truth in my heart doesn’t mean that I won’t have troubles; in fact, Beth remarks that “peace means the absence of fear and turmoil, not the absence of pain and grief.” And I do think I “get” that. Finally.

For so long I thought that peace was something that had to “happen” and that it could only exist if all my problems were resolved and out of the picture. But peace has nothing to do with circumstances, because “he himself is our peace” (Ephesians 2:14a). He doesn’t change – even when my circumstances do.

Y’all know that music speaks to me in ways that words alone cannot – and all week long I’ve been so aware of the message of God’s peace in different songs I’ve been listening to. This morning I thought it would be neat if I could find a video online of Avalon’s “You Were There,” because that song in particular has been my anthem this week. And I did find a video, but it was followed by a lengthy sermon from a church with which I’m not familiar. So, you know, probably not a great idea.

But as I was clicking around, I ran across this Hillsong video – and the song is just a perfect summation of what we’ve been learning this week. If you’re distracted by people moving their hands during worship, then just shrink the window on your computer and listen to the lyrics.

I’ve thought a lot this week about the words “trust,” “peace” and “joy” – and I finally realized today that without the power of the Holy Spirit, they don’t mean anything at all.

“Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Knowing He is God
In quietness and trust
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father, you are King over the flood
I will be still, knowing you are God.”

Addie Heather* Carol
M Rach Jeana
Jenn Amanda MamaB
GiBee Boomama Maria
Blair Heather Nancy
Janna Flipflop Robin
Sherry Patricia Tara
Lauren HolyMama! Faith
Christy Eph2810 Karin
Leann Rachel Janice
This is a list of the women participating in the study and the links to their blogs. New postings on the study will be published for the next ten weeks, between Friday 8pm – Saturday 8am. Please feel free to visit each of us and comment. Everyone is welcome to participate in this discussion as we seek to live beyond ourselves. May God bless you richly from the hearing of His word.

Ye Olden Weekend With Technology Of Yore

So my daddy is notoriously frugal. And I say frugal, but what I really mean is cheap, though it’s not considered polite to call one’s father cheap, so I’m using the word frugal, but please don’t doubt for one second what I really mean. And it’s not an insult at all, because I would tell Daddy that he’s cheap if he were standing here right now, and he would grin, because it would make him sort of proud.

Daddy has always been able to stretch a nickel eighteen ways to Sunday. He has lived by the mantra that you control your money – your money doesn’t control you – and as a result, he retired at 55, got all three young’uns in and out of college without borrowing a single dime, and as far as I know, aside from a mortgage, has never paid interest on anything in his life.

But Daddy has surprised us all since he and Mama sold our childhood home and downsized last summer. He has coughed up the funds for all manner of custom draperies and new furniture and beautiful doors and fancy refrigerators. He and Mama are getting ready to re-do their kitchen countertops, and Daddy is in complete agreement with all the changes and costs and whathaveyou – as far as I know, he hasn’t even blinked. Hasn’t even thought about blinking, and on top of that, hasn’t had that pulsing vein in his forehead that I knew so well when I was younger. It’s fun to see Mama and Daddy finally – FINALLY – enjoying their hard-earned money (well, to see Daddy enjoy it – Mama has NEVER had a problem with enjoying money).

However, the internet is very much The Last Frontier in terms of Daddy’s frugality. He has always been ahead of the computer curve in terms of recognizing the conveniences computers offer, and he jumped on the PC bandwagon pretty early on. But he will not – WILL not – will NOT – let go of dial-up. It’s almost like he thinks he’s not deserving of such a luxurious expenditure, like everyone who has cable or DSL is just Mr. or Miss Fancy McBritches and would do just as well to take that $40 each month and throw it out of the window.

I say all of that so you know that I will be in the Technological Desert, aka my parents’ house, this weekend. Dial up. No DirecTV. No TiVo. Now I’ll hardly be “roughing it,” but I want to be very clear that this is as close to camping as I’ll ever get. You need to understand that about me.

There are a couple of reasons for our trip, but one of them is something I haven’t mentioned on the blog because, well, I just haven’t. Last Friday night my uncle, who lives in the same town as my parents, had a stroke, and Monday the doctors had to put him on a ventilator. It’s been an exhausting week for my aunt and my cousins, to say the least. Joe (or, as Alex says, “JOE!”) seems to have rebounded pretty well from the stroke, but right now his heart is the doctors’ major concern. At this point I could get very sentimental about Joe – he has always been “the fun uncle” for Sister, Brother and me – but instead I’m just going to ask y’all to please pray for him and his family.

Because I will be stranded in the land of dial-up, I may post my LBY stuff a little early today…I’m going to try to get it done this morning. If I don’t finish it before we leave, I’ll get D. to post it tonight, since he’ll be remaining here in the land of DSL to prepare for all the Businessman Business-y Business that’s coming up next week.

Finally, I want to share one of my weekend goals with you. My plan is to take copious mental notes of a conversation with my mother-in-law, transcribe it, and post it upon my return, because I know that you people don’t believe me when I tell you about her. If I only knew how to put an audio file on this blog, I really would record her (with her consent, of course – it’s probably not a very good idea to make secret recordings of one’s mother-in-law and then post them on the interweb).

As a teaser, I will tell you what my mother-in-law said a couple of nights ago when she called to see if my uncle was doing any better. I gave Martha all the information I knew, and she said, “Oh, well, sugar, I know that [my aunt] is exhausted, she must be simply exhausted, and I know she’s worn out and probably just wants to sit down, don’t you think she just needs to sit down and rest for awhile and she probably just wants to sit down and have a cup of coffee or a glass of tea or some ice water or a Coca-Cola!”

And that is my mother-in-law. She not only empathizes – she lists all of the hypothetical beverage options.

At Least I Didn’t Call It “Giggles, Grins, and Unicorns”

Jennifer asked in a comment the other day if my blog is named “BooMama” because I call my little boy “Boo.”

Yes. That is correct, your honor.

I wonder if people maybe think that it’s my nickname, if they think that my friends call me on the phone and say, “Hey, BooMama, what’s going on?”

But that is not the case. Praise the Lord, that is not the case.

And “Peaches” is my nickname, in case you were wondering. At least in my family (though come to think of it, Bubba calls me that, too). And somehow a blog called “Peaches” just seemed wrong, all wrong, though I’m sure that whoever has a blog called “Peaches” is doing an absolutely lovely job with it.

So here’s how “BooMama” came to pass.

My husband and I lived in south Louisiana when we were first married. We loved our time there – wonderful people, colorful culture, and the food…oh, the food. Divine, the food is.

But the grammar? From time to time? Not so great.

I realize that I must throw these regional grammatical stones very gently because I am a native of Mississippi who now lives in Alabama, and therefore I have little if any wiggling room in the area of proper English usage. I mean, if you could hear my Southern accent? Wow. It’s bad. Or I should say, “Baaa-yad,” because that’s what the word sounds like when I say it. Saaaaaay it. :-)

But here’s the deal. Some south Louisianians – some, not most – do not see any need for an apostrophe. Or a possessive pronoun. They simply form a possessive phrase by putting one noun in front of another (and if you live down there, you know exactly what I’m talking about).

Allow me to illustrate:

“All right – I’ll be at Mamaw house if you need me.”

“I may be running a little late because I have to stop by Daddy office.”

“Y’all be careful since y’all drivin’ Suzy car.”

It used to entertain us to no end. That part of the world is fun and unique for many reasons, and the language tics are the icing on the proverbial king cake.

Somehow, after Alex was born and his daddy started calling him “Boo,” every possessive phrase regarding Alex took on a south Louisiana flavor: “Did you wash Boo pajamas? Did you put Boo in he bed? Did you remember Boo diaper?” And on. And on. And on.

It only stands to reason that I would become “BooMama.” It was a matter of consistency, really.

We did have to ease up on our Boo slang once Alex started talking, because we didn’t want him to walk in his kindergarten class saying, “This is Alex lunch. I need to give you my mama note, because after school I’m goin’ to Charlie house!”

It’s bad enough that he’ll be saddled with this whole “BooMama” deal for the rest of his life. I can only hope that Boo will understand he mama sense of humor.

Bless Him

Tonight on the way home from church I called my friend Daphne. She left me a very serious-sounding message about, oh, SIX HOURS before I returned her call, but unbeknownst to me my phone was on silent. Anyhoo.

So I called her from the car and didn’t even think about the fact that I was interrupting the American Idol results show (I know! The irony!). Alex HAD to talk to her because he HAS to talk to EVERYONE I call (or who calls me, for that matter). Here’s what Alex’s conversation sounded like from my end:

“Hey Daffy. I go to church and to Walgreens and now I goin’ home. Okay! Bye bye!”

[hands phone back to me, then starts screaming]

“Wait, Mama! Wait! Wanna say ‘I love you’ to Daffy!”

[I give him the phone again.]

“Daffy, I love you.”

Then Daffy – er, Daphne’s older son, Davis, wanted to talk to me. I mean, it was only fair.

Knowing that Davis, who’s five, has had a tremendous crush on AI‘s Kellie Pickler, I started our conversation by saying, “Davis, how do you feel about Kellie Pickler?”

“I love her.”

“So do you like her a bunch?”

“I love her.”

With Davis’ undying love and devotion established, his mama and I talked long enough to agree to talk later – once the AI festivities were over.

About an hour later, my phone rang at home. I hadn’t watched the results show yet, so I told Daph to go ahead and give me the news. She said, “Lemme put it this way. My son bawled his eyes out. He sobbed. Even heaved a little.”

Kellie Pickler, you see, was eliminated.

And I just thought that was the sweetest thing ever – that a five year old little boy, totally infatuated with a cute little blonde singer from North Carolina, was grieved to the point of tears when his truest of true loves was eliminated from a reality television program.

Hopefully that sweet little broken heart will be all mended in the morning.