Talent Show 2007

I've just arrived home from this year's talent show. Oh my gosh! So, so funny.

Maggie and Ty each did a poetic recitation. Shel Silverstein poems. Thank you, Aunt Denise for that particular birthday present all those years ago (Where The Sidewalk Ends). Gracie sang 2 songs with Mrs. Mona's class and also quoted a memory verse. I was proud of them all.

Adam did 2 songs by himself. Adam, Stokes and Connie did 3 songs together. WOW!!! Wish you could have been there to hear it. BTW, Amber, I'll try to get you a copy of Adam's new CD for your birthday that I missed. I thought about you all day but never made the time to call. Sorry, friend.

Betty was back by popular demand. She had written a new song and also performed some of her classics. It was a hoot. Mike Johnson played his guitar really well, as well as really loudly. No joke, I saw a young girl who's hearing impaired plug her ears. Very loud!

Seth played his guitar and sang. This year I noticed improvement in his playing and I could understand almost every word he sang. He followed up with an acapella version of the national anthem. He received a standing ovation. Jawan, you would have been proud.

And last, but most assuredly not least, The Staff Infections. For those of you who are uninformed, our church staff performs every year at the end of the talent show under the name The Staff Infections. It is always the best part of the night. This year they performed Stayin' Alive by the BeeGees. I laughed until I thought I would vomit.

Burt had on green suede boots with brass buckles and toes, his pants were too tight and his shirt was unbuttoned with gold chains around his neck. Stokes was alllll into it. KimHill said that he had his white-man-disco face. Steve boogied and Quinn tried to keep up.

Quinn was striking in his satin disco 'blouse'. Towards the end, they left the stage and dragged their wives up to dance with them. Go, Laura! Go, Laura! Do the hustle. Laura boogied down. KimHill took a minute to get over her humiliation and then she also 'got down'. Connie tried but poor thing, she was laughing too hard... or maybe she was just trying to cover up the fact that she found her husband powerfully attractive in his tight pants, bold satin shirt and very large chain. Anita was simply paralyzed. She couldn't quite find her rhythm. Poor thing. It must be a burden to be married to a black man in a white man's body.

All in all, an absolutely wonderful night. I know that I've left out a lot of acts but I don't have the time to recount it all. Everyone was great.I wish you all could have been there.

God is good. He has given me much to be thankful for. My church home is very close to the top of the list.

Catch Up

Time for a game of catch up. Since nothing I've done has been ground breaking... I'll hit the most memorable things. Which means, the ones I can actually remember.

We got a new couch. For free. It's very pretty. Our neighbors gave it to us. I was very excited. The kids were too until they realized that we would be getting rid of the old one. You would have thought that we were getting rid of Brody. There was much weeping done on that night in the Sharp home. Serious, shoulder-shaking sobbing... a flood of tears. They still harbor a little animosity toward the new couch. Loyal to the end.

We had another women's event at the church. It was really fun. I saw several things that need to be done differently next year. Everyone else seemed to think it was perfect. Jawan and Adam and Kim Hill took care of the music. People had fun, learned new things, and were encouraged. That was great to see and be a part of. Laura Morgan and I were the speakers. It's very hard to be objective about something like that... but all of the comments that I've received were very positive. All I know is that I had a blast speaking. I wasn't scared, even though I was in front of almost a hundred women. It was great. I'd love to do something like that again.

Chris has been taking guitar lessons from Adam Wright. I'm lovin' it. Chris is learning a lot of my favorite songs. Adam is amazing. Really.

Maggie and Ty started communicants class. For those of you not in the PCA, that means they're studying to become communing members of the church. They'll be going thru an 18 week course at the end of which they will sit down with the elders and be interviewed. Then the decision will be made as to whether or not they are truly ready for participation in Communion and church membership. I'll let you know.

Just FYI, Bohemian Rhapsody is my favorite song. There are many songs that I love and enjoy but none compare to BR. It's just so much fun. Just thought you might like to know.

Well the mob just came in, so there'll be no more concentrating for me anytime soon. I'll try to post again soon. Bye.

Provision

Sorry it's been so long... things have been a bit hectic. We're working on this year's big women's event at church. It's a little more complicated this year and taking up more of my time. Excuses. Excuses.



I always talk about God providing. He does provide. But lately I've been wondering... maybe it's just semantics, maybe not... but when I think of the word provide, it makes me think of me. What I need. What I want. Me.

My girls have been in need of new dressers for a few months. They have been using very small, plastic dressers. As they have grown, so have their clothes, making it harder for all their stuff to have a home. We haven't had the money for dressers. Then Terri calls me, out of the blue and gives me a beautiful, white wicker dresser and night stand, with 2 mirrors. Wow!

The underpinning on the trailer has been needing to be replaced. It's been that way for months. Mr. Jack called Chris up and offered some extra stuff that he had. It doesn't match perfectly but, hey, it was free.

Brody has been having bronchial spasms and needs breathing treatments. Guess what? Kim has a nebulizer... and the meds.

Over and over God provides for us. But I think we take this provision in too narrow a scope. Yes, God does provide our needs but He does it in the context of His sovereign plan. His provision of a bedroom suite for my girls has eternal roots and outworking. For every one thing that happens, don't you think that He has a million reasons for it? The scope of His plan and purpose is so far beyond our understanding, we don't even consider it.

He has a plan for me. For my daughters. For my trailer. For my little boy. And He also has a plan that encompasses all of creation. All the world and all its peoples. Could one wicker bedroom suite be a part of it?

I don't know for sure, but I suspect the answer is yes. Mind-blowing.