a great future!

There remains for us only the very narrow way, often extremely difficult to find, of living every day as thought it were our last, and yet living in faith and responsibility as though there were to be a great future.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Kyrie

Lord Have Mercy

Jesus I’ve forgotten
The words that You have spoken
Promises that burned within my heart
Have now grown dim
With a doubting heart I follow
The paths of earthly wisdom
Forgive me for my unbelief
Renew the fire again

Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy on me

I have built an altar
Where I’ve worshipped things of man
I have taken journeys
That have drawn me far from You
Now I am returning
To Your mercies ever flowing
Pardon my transgression
Help me love you again

I have longed to know You
And all Your tender mercies
Like a river of forgiveness
Ever flowing without end
So I bow my heart before You
In the goodness of Your presence
Your grace forever shining
Like a beacon in the night

God, be merciful to me, a sinner!
Luke 18.13

i try to pretend it didn’t happen

ignore it so it doesn’t hurt so bad.

but the reality is
every day I miss him.
11 years later it doesn’t really hurt any less.

I cried tonight remembering him.
remembering what a redneck he was.
that time he tried to creep me out by turning his eyes opposite ways.
his tattoo he got for one of his last birthdays.

how he never stopped believing in the people he loved.
no matter how bad they hurt him.

I cried tonight because i’ll never get to know him as a funny shrinking old man.
I cried because he’ll never get to know me as an adult. to see how strong i am.

I cried because sometimes a little girl just needs her daddy.

i spoke too soon :(

pretty sure she’s dead, and something new-er will be replacing her soon.
i’m very thankful i walked away with only a few bruises and air bag burns!

yes, all the hoses were hanging out from underneath, and my wheel well was falling off

the other car was a big truck so my car ran right up underneath her.

she was a beauty, well…not so much, but she sure got me from place to place. and i was planning on giving a run at another 140,000 miles.

part 3 of in my heart I’m still a dancer…

51. My RHR (resting heart rate) is 45. Yes…I am in fact alive.
52. I had tubes in my ears 2x as a kid.
53. Between ear problems and malsorption (I won’t gross you out with that one) I spent most of my time at Children’s Hospital.
54. A recent fundraising event for that same hospital is what gave me the final push I needed to pursue nursing school.
55. I never wear shorts, except to run in.
56. I am currently working one job 40 hrs a week, working a 2nd job (J.Crew) somewhere between 5 and 10 hrs a week, I’m taking 6 hrs in school, and training for my 1st half marathon. So…I’m kinda tired.
57. I’ve never had a wreck. One fender bender where no one’s fender was actually bent. Outside of that, so far so good.
58. I’ve had 2 speeding tickets and one ticket for rolling through a stop sign.
59. I took the ACT twice because I wanted to do better…I wanted to go to DUKE.
60. I go through a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, and at least one box of cereal every week.
61. I’m pretty sure if the Lord had blessed me with the ability to sing I would be super prideful about it.
62. I have a routine in the morning. Every morning I get out of bed at 6:30. I get clean and then blow dry my hair. At 6:51 I sit down, turn on the Today show and put my makeup on. At 7:00 I get up and start getting dressed. I grab some breakfast, and walk out the door at 7:15. Every day. Without fail.
63. When I was a freshman in college I smoked 2 packs of cigarettes a day…the Lord is gracious and merciful, abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.
64. My favorite jobs I’ve ever had were a car wash and Starbucks. I think it had something to do with being on my feet, talking to people, and not having lot of crazy stuff to remember.
65. I have no idea what size my bed is. Sometimes I’m convinced it’s a full, others that it’s a queen. So I just buy whatever and make it work.
66. When I grow up I want a great dane named mr. darcy.
67. I think movies and tv should be sunshine and roses, so I really don’t watch thrillers or dramas.
68. When I need to relax I listen to bluegrass music.
69. My sister and I have the same favorite scripture, neither of us knew it till we were adults.
Psalm 63.3 for those of you who are curious.
70. 1 Timothy 1.15,16 is the scripture the Lord used in my life as a college student to show me how He wanted to use me.
71. I love white pants during the spring and summer!
72. I have to use the exact same amount of shampoo as conditioner every day. I can’t handle one bottle being finished before the other.
73. I love to shop online and would buy my groceries that way if I could.
74. I look so much like my grandmother that total strangers ask me if I’m her granddaughter. And so much like my mom that people tell me that they met my mom and I’m like well how did you know it was my mom. They laugh.
75. Pizza is by far my favorite food IN THE WORLD.

i took a walk today…

well, it was actually yesterday…it snowed in Alabama and I thought it was a perfect chance to show you my lovely neighborhood.

my neighborhood is known for all the parks…i live between the 2nd and 3rd parks and they make for a lovely place to run.

it’s the oldest neighborhood in Birmingham, so there are lots of lovely old houses that people use for weddings and events…

pretty red berries in the snow!

a view through one of the intersections.

my apartment building

a southern girl…born and bred

someone recently berated southern girls to me…here’s to what their missing 😉

thanks to little Ruthie

This was written by Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS.

Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day. When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; “Do you guys have movie theaters down there?” To which I replied, “Yep. We wear shoes too.”

Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food and wine seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant. “Mississippi doesn’t have fine-dining restaurants!” she insisted and nudged her companion. I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet.

I wanted badly to defend my state, my region, and my restaurant with a 15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that would surely change her mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity, it dawned on me — my South is the best-kept secret in the country. Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here.

I am always amused by Hollywood’s interpretation of the South. We are still, on occasion, depicted as a collective group of sweaty, stupid, backwards-minded,20racist rednecks. The South of movies and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.

This is My South:

My South is full of honest, hardworking people. My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n’ roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle players, but it also has BB King, Muddy Waters, the Allman Brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.

My South is hot. My South smells of newly mowed grass. My South was kick the can, creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.

In my South, football is king, and the Southeastern Conference is the kingdom.

My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.

In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.

My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish.

In my South, we eat foie gras, caviar and truffles. In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the rest of the country.

In my South, grandmothers cook a big lunch every Sunday, so big that we call it dinner (supper comes later).

In my South, family matters, deeply.

My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, banana pudding and oatmeal cream pies.

In my South, people put peanuts in bottles of Coca-Co la and hot sauce on almost everything.

In my South, the tea is iced and almost as sweet as the women. My South has air-conditioning.

My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas.

In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.

In my South, people still say “Yes, ma’am,” “No ma’am,” “Please” and “Thank you.”

In my South, we all wear shoes…. most of the time.

My South is the best-kept secret in the country.

Please continue to keep the secret….it keeps the idiots away.

rules of the road

for those of you whose momma’s didn’t raise you right…
because you are driving me CRAZY.

1. Just because your car is bigger, or more expensive, doesn’t mean you are more important.
2. Dr Mr Motorcycle Driver, the traffic laws apply to you, too.
3. When merging onto an interstate or highway, you are supposed to accelerate to the speed of traffic by the time the merge takes place. If you do this, you’ll never have to stop and wait to merge 🙂
4. And speaking of stopping, do you realize that you aren’t supposed to ever STOP on these interstates and highways. They are created to get people places quickly.
5. Switching lanes multiple times does not actually help you get anywhere any faster.

and finally…Your destination is NEVER more important than my life. NEVER.
Remember that.

for you Mrs Darling…

heard this tonight at the gym, it’s not new, but I thought of you…all of you!
I wish we could all see ourselves the way the world sees us. The things I dislike most seem to be the things others adore.

Freckles
Natasha Bedingfield

I used to care so much about what others think about
Almost didn’t have a thought of my own
The slightest remark would make me embark
On the journey of self doubt
But that was a while ago
This girl has got stronger
If I knew then what I know now
I would have told myself don’t worry any longer it’s OK

’cause a face without freckles is like a sky without stars
Why waste a second not loving who you are
Those little imperfections make you beautiful, lovable, valuable,
They show your personality inside your heart
Reflecting who you are

Who you are
Who you are
Who you are

I wondered if I could trade my body with somebody else in magazines
Would the whole world fall at my feet?
I felt unworthy and would blame my failures on the ugliness I could see
When the mirror looked at me
Sometimes I feel like the little girl who doesn’t belong in her own world
But I’m getting better
And I’m reminding myself

a call to action

so, this week while working out and listening to some Jesus music, I had the distinct feeling of missing Him.

He knocked on the door…I let Him in and dined with Him! (Rev 3.20)

For if I preach the gospel, that gives me no ground for boasting. For necessity is laid upon me. Woe to me if I do not preach the gospel! For if I do this of my own will, I have a reward, but if not of my own will, I am still entrusted with a stewardship. What then is my reward? That in my preaching I may present the gospel free of charge, so as not to make full use of my right in the gospel.
For though I am free from all, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win more of them. To the Jews I became as a Jew, in order to win Jews. To those under the law I became as one under the law (though not being myself under the law) that I might win those under the law. To those outside the law I became as one outside the law (not being outside the law of God but under the law of Christ) that I might win those outside the law. To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some. I do it all for the sake of the gospel, that I may share with them in its blessings.
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.
1 Corinthians 1:16-27

O Church Arise
Keith Getty, Stuart Townsend

O church arise and put your armour on
Hear the call of Christ our Captain
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given
With shield of faith and belt of truth
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies
An army bold whose battle cry is Love
Reaching out to those in darkness

Come see the cross where love and mercy meet
As the Son of God is stricken
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet
For the Conqueror has risen
And as the stone is rolled away
And Christ emerges from the grave
This victory march continues till the day
Every eye and heart shall see Him

So spirit come put strength in every stride
Give grace for every hurdle
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful
As saints of old still line the way
Retelling triumphs of His grace
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in glory