Easter Sunday 2010

For I remember

it is Easter morn,

And life and love and peace

are all new born. 

~Alice Freeman Palmer

Family Weekend 2009

Every year our church has a weekend long celebration called Family Weekend Connection.   It is a fun venue where you bring the dogs and kids and camp in a tent.  We have never done the tent thing before at Family Weekend until this year.  For two years Vivian cried when we left.  She had the mistaken impression that WE were going to sleep in a tent.  HAHAHA…..  Well, I guess I was laughing right up until Steven decided to go ahead and get a tent to put up to see if we could do it for one night.  Well, I did do it for ONE night.   As a child, I was always confused about the story of Jacob, where he propped his head on a rock to sleep.  I did not fully understand until Friday night and that was when the answer to this two decade long puzzle became crystal clear in my brain.  I would have welcomed a rock to put my head on.   Anything!

We borrowed a pop up tent from a friend and I dug out a full size air mattress.  Well, it wasn’t until Steven wrestled the air mattress into the small tent and blew it up, that he realized he put the pillow part at the bottom of the tent where our feet go.  So, we slept slanted with our feet on the pillow! HA!  Everytime Steven got out of the tent, my rear-end hit the ground, and every time he got back into the tent, I see-sawed back up into the ceiling (it was only 2-3 feet above the mattress for movement).  Lots of fun.  After waking up almost paralyzed from the cold and pinched nerves, I declared that I was NOT going to spend another night outside at Family Weekend.  Not that I dislike camping.  Camping is great…..in the summer, or when you are at least comfortable and can sleep.  I did my mommy duty by staying out there one night to appease my five year old.  She had a blast….of course…..

Here are a few pictures from our weekend.  Hope everyone else enjoyed their weekend!

Andrea

Pumpkin Paint

Pumpkin Paint

Vivian pumpkin painting

pumpkin painting fwc

pumpkin painting fwc

Hello Kitty!

Hello Kitty!

Steven helping me with pumpkin painting booth

Steven helping me with pumpkin painting booth

Angie and Rebecca

Angie and Rebecca

Yup, all six pictures of me look like this!  I always blink.

Yup, all six pictures of me look like this! I always blink.

Our campfire

Our campfire

Tasha and her dog

Tasha and her dog

Rebecca and Kaylie

Rebecca and Kaylie

Jamie and Caleb

Jamie and Caleb

Vivian in her princess costume for the parade.  She is not happy about the attention she was getting.

Vivian in her princess costume for the parade. She is not happy about the attention she was getting.

Vivian in the parade

Vivian in the parade

Christianity and racism

Great article in the Town Talk! I regret the ignorant comments that were made on the TT’s website. 

This world has a problem. Should we be conformed to this perverted world or should we be transformed by the renewing of our minds? Consider the following: God gave Moses an Ethiopian woman to be his wife. He gave Sarah’s Egyptian maid, Hagar, to Abraham. King Solomon’s mother, Bathsheba, was of a different race. Even Rahab the harlot, who helped the Israelites capture Jericho, was of a different race.

God see people, he does not see race. In fact, God did not create race. He did not create black and white. The Bible said, “…so God created man.” Gen. 1:27)

One day, there will be no more race, just one people, and at that point no one will have a reason to be racist, for we will be one people.

For more, click on the link above.  In a previous post, I commented on racism and, through my experiences living here, note that the perpetrators of racism are not always white.  At my garage sale two weeks ago, a man came through with flyers and handed one to all of the African-American customers.  I put my hand out twice to receive a flyer, and he skipped over me twice.  The customers noticed and came over and gave me a flyer.  It was an invitation to attend their church.  I guess since I was white, I was not invited.

Anyway, thumbs up for this article

Andrea

My Week

I was able to go and visit my new nephew last weekend.  Skyler.  He is sweet, sweet and definitely a Wilson.

Melanie and Skyler

Vivian feeding Skyler

Proud Cousin

Proud Cousin

Sleepy bugs

Sleepy bugs

Proud Aunty

Proud Aunty

Me and skyler 2

I also had a chance to go out with three old friends of mine. What tonic for the soul!  We laughed and talked until we were almost kicked out of the restaurant, then we went over to one of my friend’s house and sat and talked for almost two hours after that.  I had a great time…Thanks Heather and Jessica!  I wish we did not live in four different cities across two states…. 😦

I came home for one day, then left out for West Monroe.  The National Deaf Evangelism Ministry conference was being held at Bro. Foster’s church in West Monroe and me and a friend decided to go up Wednesday through Saturday.  We met new interpreter friends and made plans to go shopping in Baton Rouge in August!  What fun!  I was liking West Monroe already!

Then, Rebecca’s battery died.  We took separate cars because she leaving the conference on Friday, and I planned to leave on Saturday.  You should have seen two girls trying to hook up jumper cables!  🙂  I am not one to ask for help, and I figured I could do it just as good as anyone else.  I had the directions and jumper cables…that’s all I needed.  Well, I couldn’t find the latch to open her hood and she had never ventured under the hood of her car before, so I had to break out the instruction manual for her car.  It had a thumb latch.

Hidden thumb latch

Hidden thumb latch

Ok, over one hurdle.  I read the instructions and hooked up the cables according to directions, but I could not figure out where to put the last negative cable.  It said to put it on the engine block or at least 18 inches away from the battery.   Hmmm…..  I could not find the engine block.  So, I got her car manual out again to find a picture of it.  Nothing under the hood looked like the picture.  So, I called my husband and her husband trying to figure out where in the world to put the thing.

mechanic 2

Mechanic 3

Where do I put this one?

Where do I put this one?

 We called Rebecca’s husband and he told us to do exactly what both sets of directions said NOT to do…hook the negative cable to the battery.  I didn’t argue with him, after all, it was his car.  So I hooked it to the battery.  He told me to stay on the phone in case I had any trouble. 

The girls looking innocent

The girls looking innocent

Well, in the mean time, the two girls are in my car waiting on us to get finished.  I did not know it, but one of them shoved a piece of a cottonball into the keyhole of my ignition.  I did not discover it until I put my key in and shoved it all the way into the ignition. 

Discovering the cotton

Discovering the cotton

Trying to get the cotton out

Trying to get the cotton out

cotton in the steering wheel

The cotton

The cotton

The tools

The tools

So, after all that, I was able to crank my car up and charge her battery.

Then, a bizarre thing happened.  We parked our cars, cleaned up, dressed and left for church.  As I was removing Vivian’s  booster seat from my car and trying to put it in Rebecca’s car, a man came out of his hotel room.  We stayed in room 120, he was in 121.  He came out and said “I don’t know which room you are staying in, but I am in room 121 and you are parked in my space”.  I looked at him perplexed, I did not remember them saying anything about parking assignments at the front desk, nor did I see any numbers on the spaces.  So, I said “We are in room 120, right next to you and we parked here to be close to our room”.  He said that he parked in room 122’s spot and explained to me that you were supposed to park directly in front of your room (If I did that, my car would be in the pool).  I thought maybe HE was confused, so I pointed out that there were not any numbers painted on the parking spaces and that he was allowed to park wherever he wanted.  This made him angry and he stomped off saying that he was going to contact the front desk.  he told me I needed to move to in front of my hotel room.  I stood there completely astounded.  I was not trying to be ugly, I was explaining to him that he should not be worried and that he could park wherever he wanted.  I guess he wanted me to move.  He was really angry when I got in Rebecca’s car to go to church and left mine parked in front of his room.

Parked as close to my room as I could get

Parked as close to my room as I could get

Is this where I was supposed to park it?

Is this where I was supposed to park it?

Now, if I was to park in front of my room, then I would have had to park on top of the stairs or in the pool.  What about room 221?  On the second floor.  Were they supposed to park their car on top of his?  I did not understand his reasoning.  He seemed to be a little off anyway.  Rebecca asked me why I always manage to attract weird people….I dunno….

The conference was well planned and we had a great time.  Here is a picture of one of the sign choirs.  I am very glad to be home. I have been to three of the four corners of the state this week.

The Beginner Sign Language Class

The Beginner Sign Language Class

Happy Saturday!

Andrea

Sunday School Awards

Awards Day

Awards Day

I was proud of Vivian.  This Sunday was awards day and promotion Sunday.  Vivian (to my surprise because I did not help her memorize them) quoted all eight of her scriptures and received a trophy for her diligent work.  Come to think of it, every once in a while I would say a word that sparked her memory and she would quote a verse.  Very commendable for a four year old!   Although you can’t really see it, the best part is the shiner she has!  She received a black eye Saturday playing on the water slide at our YMCA Annual picnic.  If you think she looks bad, you should see the other little girl!  She looks like a unicorn with a big knot on the front of her head.

Andrea

“What you think of me is none of my business”

Goofy Me

Goofy Me

That is probably the most interesting thought I have heard so far this year.  It is extremely true and a very fresh and fascinating concept.  Actually, I guess it is not THAT fresh.  A book with this title was published in 1988 by Terry Whitaker.  I have not read this book and am not endorsing it, but I definitely admire the title.  We, especially Americans, worry more about what people MAY be thinking about us than enjoying the life and opportunities we have been given.  If you ponder it, this is a very logical concept.  My thoughts are not public domain and I am entitled to them.  So, why are people so worried about my private musings which may or may not include them as a subject?

I guess I have never been one who really worries about what other people think or say about me, I mean, come on… I live in an old house, in an old neighborhood, don’t have caller id, am using folding chairs in my dining room, googled a recipe tonight on how to make your own laundry soap… do you really think status bothers me?  Nope.  But, I hope that by posting this, all my friends, family and acquaintances will know that I like you just the way you are.  You don’t have to be ‘SOMEBODY’ to be a somebody to me.  You don’t have to impress me, you don’t have to lie, you don’t have to aggrandize your comings and goings, you don’t have to worry what I think…I love you just the way God made you.

Andrea

***On a side note, what would have happened if she cared what people thought about her?  Check out the audience frowning and laughing…they all judged a book by its cover: Susan Boyle, Britain’s Got Talent 2009.  This also reminds me of another story where a man was judged by his looks and meekness, Paul Potts sings Nessun Dorma, yet he blew the audience away.***

Easter Pictures

Before I drift off to sleep for my annual Easter Sunday nap, I thought I would post some pictures from our day.

Happy Easter Everyone!

May the glory
and the promise
of this joyous time of year
Bring peace
and happiness to you
and those you hold most dear,

And may Christ,
Our Risen Saviour,
always be there by your side
To bless you
most abundantly
and be your loving guide.

Andrea

Nana and Vivian

Nana and Vivian

Vivian Easter 2009

Warren Family - Easter 2009

This is one of my favorites, Vivian snuck into the picture and smiled

Warren Family - Easter 2009 2

Vivian and her cousin, Reece

Vivian and her cousin, Reece

Counting her bounty

Counting her bounty

Nanny, Vivian and Poppy

Nanny, Vivian and Poppy (my parents)

How much salad can you eat?

21days09_mp

As our 21 day fast is concluding at the POA, I find myself in a contemplative state.  I am thanking God for His many blessings and revelations and, on the other hand, I am thanking Him that my fast is drawing to a close!  I decided to do the Daniel Fast.  For those of you not familiar with these terms, I will explain.  Fasting is doing without something whether it be food, media, or whatever you find favor in.  In the Bible, Daniel ate only fruits and nuts and abstained from the “king’s delicacies” and did not eat meat.  As I said before, I decided to do the Daniel Fast.  I mean, doing without meat, sugar, butter, artificial flavoring, preservatives and eating all natural food for 21 days….how hard can that be?? Right?

🙂 Oh the naivete. 🙂  I only have four more days to go and I would do just about anything to have a: hamburger, steak, coke, ice cream, nacho and buttermilk biscuit!  You never really understand how spoiled you are until you have to do without.  I have eaten a salad just about every way you can fix a salad.  For example: With tomatoes, without tomatoes; with an avocado; with almonds and green peppers; with red onions and avocado…need I go on?  I thought salad was pretty cool until I ate it almost everyday for 21 days.  Yesterday, I started feeling like this:

cow-eating-grass

Just hook me up to the tractor boys!  [You have to imagine me saying this in my best southern accent]

It seemed that last year on my 21 day fast, it started out rocky but ended fine.  This year is different.  I felt fine for the first two weeks, but this last week is killing me!  Ha!  I will just have to remember not to do what I did last year.  The day I broke my fast, I went through the drive thru at Wendy’s to pick up lunch.  I only had a few minutes to get back to the office so when the lady garbled “you want the [insert uninteligible word here] special today?” through the speaker, I said “Sure”.  In my quick thinking little brain I thought …’they should have plenty of those made up and I will be outta here in no time’….  I drive up to the window and the lady handed me a bag and I drive off.  Halfway back to work, I pull it out to see what lucky sandwich is going to break my fast and out comes a double stack, jalapeno burger with pepper jack cheese. Whoa!  Despite my better judgment, I took a bite to see how much that bad boy would bite back.  This isn’t bad….I thought.  By the time I arrived back at work, I was horrified to see that I ate the whole thing!  I was so ill that I did not eat for two days after that!  See, there is a justification.  Maybe I should have a double stack jalapeno burger now so I can make it through the last few days of my fast without eating!  Hmm…sounds good to me.  You think that would fly?  Probably not.  Oh well.

Anyway.  On a more serious note.  It is hard to explain, but there is something about disciplining yourself through a fast that makes the world a little brighter, it makes God’s voice a little clearer, it makes friendships closer and your body a little healthier!  I guess it is when we put off self and stop filling our lives and our mouths with stuff that we are able to sit back and think about the really important things in life.  Fasting never made sense to me until I started practicing it corporately, with my church, and personally.  Sometimes the things that God calls us to do don’t always make sense, but He makes sense out of them and gives it back to us in perfect order and we think: Why did I not see it that way before?  If you want to know what I am talking about, I invite you start your own personal journey with Him and implement prayer and fasting in your life.

Andrea

PS: Here is a post from my friend Deb regarding her thoughts during the fast.