Deeper Still, For Real

All righty – after much delay and way too much overthinking about how to best convey what we learned this past weekend in Nashville, I now give you my notes on all three sessions.

Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best.

Especially when you’re wrestling with a gigantor case of blogger’s block.

Not that I’d know anything about that, of course.

But you can find all my notes here.

And while there aren’t any comments open on the page that I set up (why? because I don’t know how to make WordPress do that), feel free to come back over to this post if you have questions or something to add.

Finally, I would just like to mention that my fingers are tingling.

But my high school typing teacher would be oh-so-proud.

Deeper Still, Almost

For three days I have been trying to write a post about the Deeper Still conference in my head. Granted, it is usually more effective to write something when you’re actually sitting in front of a computer, TYPING, which would have been a fabulous idea if, you know, THE WORDS WOULD COOPERATE WITH ME. But for whatever reason, it seems like I struggle the most with writing when my heart is overflowing with stuff that I want to share.

The irony, of course, is that if you placed a bucket of fried chicken in front of me right now, I could write a week’s worth of posts about it and still have a few more things to say about said bucket-o-chicken next week. I guess this is what happens when you grow up in the Deep South and eat Popeye’s almost every single day of your freshman year of college.

In fact, now that I think about it, if I had devoured God’s Word at the same rate I was devouring two-piece meals (all-white, spicy) with French fries, red beans and rice and Dr. Pepper, I would probably STILL be so filled to the brim with the Holy Spirit that writing this post would require little to no effort at all.

But instead I opted to fill myself to the brim with several different varieties of partially hydrogenated oils.

And the oils were for deep frying, not for anointing. Just to be clear.

Anyhoo. The conference. Yes.

At one point I decided to write this huge epistle about How I Was Feeling Emotionally And Spiritually when I arrived in Nashville last Friday afternoon. But after wrestling with all that information for the last couple of days, I decided that the reason why I couldn’t make it “work” is because my focus was all wrong.

In other words: it doesn’t matter how I was feeling. All that matters is what God was doing.

And OH, was He ever SHOWING OUT IN NASHVILLE.

So in the morning I’m going to type out summaries of each lady’s session. I am doing this because I trust that no one will try to copy those ideas, pass them off as his / her own and then create a national speaking tour called Even Yet More Deeply Still Than Before.

Because that would just be wrong.

I think it might even make God just a little bit angry.

Though certainly I cannot speak for Him.

See y’all in the AM, internets.

And thank you ever-so-much for your patience with the likes of me.

So. I Write Here? Is That How It Goes?

Hello how are you my name is BooMama and this is my blog.

I think.

Honestly, I wish I had a better reason for why my presence here the last week or so has pretty much amounted to “Hey! Want free purse?” or “Hey! In Nashville!” or “Hey! Have question for singers?” or “Hey! Here is podcast!”

But the bottom line is that I’m struggling a bit with this thing they call time management. I can’t seem to carve out any time during the day to sit down and write without interruption, and then at night – which is usually my prime time for cranking out A Heapin’ Portion of Average – it seems like before I can turn around it’s ten o’clock and I am just too tired to try to put the words and the sentences together.

Also: the email. The email is a big, unanswered pile right now. And I love the email. I love reading the email. I love responding to the email. But alas, I am failing miserably with the email. Just in case you were wondering.

I’ve been working on a re-cap about Deeper Still for about, oh, forever, and I will get at least the first part of that posted sometime today. But tonight is when Wednesday night church activities kick in for me, so odds are that I won’t be doing any writing or emailing ONCE AGAIN because I will be small grouping and singing instead.

By the way, you know how I had that thing with my ear? And how I thought my singing voice would improve dramatically as a result of my Bionic Woman-type hearing? Well, I was wrong. I sound just as bad as I always have. Now I just hear all the badness better than ever before.

Really, it will be no surprise whatsoever if I find myself sitting alone in the alto section tonight. Because I now realize that in the past when I thought I was singing harmony, it was actually “harmony(?!?)” – a sound that would displease the ears of any mortal man.

And yet somehow it’s a joyful noise unto the Lord.

If that’s not grace and mercy in action, people, then I don’t know what is.

But the good news is that I know life will settle down soon, and I actually have two things coming up that make me very excited indeed:

1) We’re going to see Monk & Neagle with Emma Kate and her hubby.
2) I’m doing another CD giveaway in the next day or two.

Honestly, I think if someone were to ask me about my idea of a perfect day, the best possible scenario I could think of would be hanging out with my boys, eating fried chicken, drinking diet Coke (OVER ICE!) and giving away CD’s to the internets. With Monk & Neagle playing live in our dining room.

And you know, now that I think about it, that perfect day will pretty much be within my reach the night of the concert. I won’t be at home, of course, but I’ll have D and diet Coke and Monk & Neagle and a giveaway going on here at the blawg.
Hey – do you think M&N will care if I take me a bucket of chicken into their show?

I’m guessing they probably wouldn’t go for that.

But a girl can dare to dream.

Purse Giveaway Winners

Never, ever underestimate a woman’s desire for a new fall bag, oh internets.

Because THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN of you entered the drawing to win one of Leigh‘s cute purses.

And we have winners!

The lucky girls are Amy – commenter #13 (Amy isn’t a blogger) and JP’s Mom – commenter #54. I’ll be emailing both of you this afternoon with information about how to claim your fabulous prizes.

And even if you didn’t win a free purse, you’re still a winner – because Leigh is offering everyone who entered the giveaway a 15% discount on any purse that’s $35 or more. You can click here to start shopping.

This was such a fun giveaway to do, and I know your sweet comments have been a blessing to Leigh. Thanks for your participation, everybody!

An Exciting Opportunity In Pseudo-Journalism

So I found out this afternoon that I’m going to get to do a little Q&A with Monk & Neagle. Their new CD (yes, the one I have been talking about for two months now) comes out next week, and I am tickled to death to be able to do something fun for the release date.

And there’s no doubt that I will ask them a wide range of serious questions, including but not limited to: what kind of cereal do they like, do they have a favorite TV show from their childhoods, and when they think of a blogger named BooMama, is the first phrase that pops in their minds “restraining order”?

But then I started thinking.

(SHOCKING, ISN’T IT?)

Big Mama and I have loved your podcast questions so much, and quite frankly y’all are way better question askers than I am. Plus, I know that many of you have enjoyed M & N’s music as much as I have. So if you have a question that you’d like to ask the Monk & Neagle boys (or “Nickel Neagle,” as Alex calls them), would you leave it in my comments? Be sure to leave your blog URL (if you have one) so that if I use your question I can link to you in the interview next Tuesday.

Thanks, y’all!

p.s. For those of you who have emailed and commented to ask about the Deeper Still conference, I’m going to type up my notes and thoughts about it tonight or tomorrow. So much to say – and all of it good.

An Idea

From the time I got home yesterday afternoon until I went to sleep last night, I was showered with kisses and hugs and “I love you”s. The kitchen was spotless, the beds were made, and the refrigerator was stocked with diet Coke.

Also: I have never felt more patient and understanding in my whole life ever. I was rested and engaged and not a single bit stressed.

And as a result of all of these things, I have come to a decision:

I will now be going out of town every four to five days.

Some of you are going to have to open up your guest rooms so that I have, you know, somewhere to go, but I am trusting the Lord’s provision.

Because did I mention that the kitchen was SPOTLESS?

Thank you and have a lovely Monday.