Because Narrative Structure Would Be Far Too Ambitious

1. My mama is here helping us pack up the house. There’s not much I can say about that except for PRAISE THE LORD, OH PRAISE HIM.

2. Friday afternoon D walked into our bathroom and noticed that something had, um, backed up into the shower. As it turns out, that something was the septic tank.


It took the better part of an hour to find someone to come check out the very obvious plumbing malfunction, and while I was really hoping to secure the services of the company whose slogan is “We’re #1 in the #2 Business,” they were apparently so mired down in #2 problems that they couldn’t bother to answer the phone.

When I finally found a nice man who was willing to make a service call, he gave us the following diagnosis: the septic pump motor is “burned up” (my response: septic pumps have MOTORS? Who knew?).

He’s repairing it in the morning, after he, you know, digs a seven foot hole in our yard.

To the tune of $900.

Which I really can’t talk about right now or I’ll throw up.

Because I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it or not but we are moving in a couple of weeks.

And the moving has a tendency to get a bit expensive, what with buying another house and all.


3. On a happier note, my cousin Paige is in the hospital as I type this, and we should have a brand new family member sometime within the next 24 hours.


4. My beloved Mississippi State Bulldogs trounced Loyola Marymount in basketball tonight, and I made the first of what will be many, many mid-game phone calls this season to my friend Daph and my sister. I do LOVE ME SOME BASKETBALL, and there’s nothing quite like a slam dunk to make a girl forget about the fact that she has some septic “issues” going on in her backyard.

5. Did anyone catch the preview for next week’s “Bachelor” at the end of tonight’s show?

Did anyone notice THE SINGLE TEAR from Lorenzo? (Big Mama, I know you did).

I clapped my hands.

6. MSU vs. Arkansas in football this Saturday.

You ready, Shannon?

[she asks, sheepishly]

7. I’ll be back tomorrow with more septic-related fun!

And you can only get that here, my friends.

You can only get that here.

More Bloggity Goodness

This post of Toni’s is just what I needed this morning.

Go read it.

You’ll be glad you did.

And I’m getting to work on a list of my own, Ms. Toni.

Yes ma’am. :-)

What A Lovely Observation From A Stranger

This past Sunday night in Walmart, Alex and I were waiting at the deli counter for some chicken tenders, because OH YES MA’AM do I ever provide some quality nutritional sustenance for my offspring. Alex was chattering away about how he wanted chicken and a donut, and the girl behind the counter said, “Is he your only one?” I didn’t understand the reason for the question, but I told her that yes, he was, and she said, “That’s why he’s telling you what he wants. I bet he’s spoiled.”

D walked up right at the end of her sentence, and he looked at me, then looked at the girl behind the counter, and he said, “Well, I hope he’s not…we really work hard at being consistent with him.”

And then the girl replied, “Well, you’re the daddy – that’s probably why you think that. But I bet his mama over there spoils him to death. You can tell.”

Clearly the woman had a point, because, after all, I did WANT TO BUY SOME CHICKEN TENDERS, which is oft considered a prime indicator on the Spoiled Child Index in most academic circles. And certainly the fact that Alex was making requests about what he wanted was Indicator #2, because as we all know, three year olds rarely make their wants or desires known to their mamas.

I guess he’s just rotten without a hope for a cure.

But I really do think that the next time a grocery store stranger offers me a Life Lesson about the fact that we only have one child right now, I’m going to loudly announce that the possibility of being pregnant again isn’t looking good for me because my uterus just fell out over in the produce department.

That ought to stop the cart traffic on aisle six in its tracks.

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Because I’m Wrestling

“Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. The Jesus came to them and said, ‘All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.'”
– Matthew 28:16-20

“He said to them: ‘It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.'”
– Acts 1:7-8

“The apostles left the Sanhedrin, rejoicing because they had been counted worthy of suffering disgrace for the Name. Day after day, in the temple courts and from house to house, they never stopped teaching and proclaiming the good news that Jesus is the Christ.”
– Acts 5:41-42

“Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the good news of the kingdom and healing every disesase and sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.'”
– Matthew 10:35-38

So here is (are) my question(s): is global mission work a non-negotiable for a believer? Is it something we should do because we’re obligated to share the Gospel, or is it something we should do because we have been prompted by the Holy Spirit to serve in a specific part of the world? Is being “salt and light” in our day-to-day lives enough?

I think that since we have a three year old, I’ve had the mindset that my primary mission field is in my home…that this is just not the “season of life” for me to serve overseas on even a short-term basis unless I am prompted and led by the Holy Spirit to go. But am I wrong? I recently heard someone say that making excuses about why we can’t possibly serve globally is just putting up smokescreens…because sometimes the need dictates the call. I see what the person is saying…but I don’t think I agree, necessarily.

I’d love to know what y’all think.

I Would Like To Announce That I Have Packed A Box

This afternoon I cleaned out the secretary in our living room so that I could start packing what needs to go to the new house, and I’m happy to tell you that it only took me two hours!

For one box!

This does not bode well.

But oh, the pictures that were in there…pictures of our first Christmas tree after we got married, pictures of the first house that we bought, and then pictures of this house when we were building it.

I got a little nostalgic.

There were also about 492 pictures of our dogs, including photos of the time that we dressed them up in fleeces for a Christmas portrait, and I got all sentimental about when Maggie the lab was a puppy and I put a red bow around her neck. These days if I tried to put a bow around her neck she would spin around in circles trying to dislodge it, then get into a bit of a tug of war with the ribbon, but a puppy with a bow around her neck is a pretty sweet memory.

And then I found the ID tags that Alex and I had in the hospital when he was born.

And then I found my diploma for my B.A., my teaching evaluation letters from grad school, an old 3.5 inch floppy disk that has every paper I ever wrote in college.

I was trying to be methodical and detached about the cleaning out process, but I finally gave up, sat on the couch, and looked at every paper, every card, and every photo. l laughed a bunch (it’s a wonder D ever married me given the state of my mid-90’s bangs), and sighed a bunch (in the first little house that we rented, I believe my Decorating Objective was to display every single wedding gift that we received), and talked to myself a bunch (WHY IN THE WORLD have I saved my checkbook register from 1996?). I even cried a little (see earlier statement regarding hospital ID bracelets).

But mostly, more than anything, I felt really, deeply blessed.

And now I’m off to pack box number two….