That's a lot of babies

How about in exactly two weeks, three babies have been born to people that I know. First Jac had Luke. Then my brother's wife had Zachary. There weren't suppose to be anymore births for about 2 months. Then yesterday when I showed up for cell group I was greated with a frantic "Jaimie is in labor." We ended up playing cranium until we got the next call about a half hour later that Jaimie had delivered a tiny little girl. And then the third and final call, that the little girl who still doesn't have a name, would be leaving our little town and heading for the children's hospital in Louisville. We went over to the hospital to pray for the baby and Jaimie and Adam. By the way the baby doesn't have a name yet because, we'll just say that Jaimie and Adam weren't exactly prepared completely. What I was struck with last night was how not in control we are. We think we have everything planned out and under control. I was watching my friend last night and realizing she had no control over her own body, her circumstances, etc... and she was getting a little frustrated. The hospital staff had wisked her daughter away and Jaime hadn't even gotten to see her. And again I thought, this is a circumstance in which we are forced to trust God. I have no control and I can either choose to trust God, or get frustrated angry and even bitter. So today I will trust God. I will trust Him that Luke will grow up to be a man of integrity and sound faith, I will trust that my brother and his wife will come to know the Lord and raise their son to also be a man of integrity and sound faith. And I will trust that Jaime and Adam's new daughter will be given the right treatments, that God will keep her safe and that she will grow up to be a women who walks with the Lord. (and that God inspires them with a name soon so we can stop calling her "the baby")

BABIES AAAHHHH

My friend John and I have this joke about how everybody I know is either pregnant or trying to get pregnant. In fact every female other than me in my Bible study is either pregnant or trying to get pregnant except me. It makes it a little weird and awkward sometimes. Like why do they say "we have been trying really hard to get pregnant" and then all the other women discuss what the problem is or could be, SERIOUSLY PEOPLE VIRGIN EARS. So anyway I thought I would just share that with you. ON to other important business, my brother was at the Bagelry the other day (by the way I really miss new england bagels, which are different from new york bagels for all you non yankees) and he ran into my friends Ben and Nic and Christy (and Ben's wife Shannon whom I have never met) Ben is moving to Australia to play basketball. But anyway he ran into them and so he called me on my cell phone and they passed the phone around and I got to talk to them all and it was rather refreshing, so that was nice. Of course there is a new phenomenon going on in my life, my uncle is trying to witness to me, he sends me all these invitations to talks on various topics in the Dallas/Fort Worth area, um I live in Kentucky first of all. And second of all I believe that I am a Christian because I have accepted Christ as my Lord and savior. I just am confused because I feel like a project, and that he could be using his resources on people who don't know God. I believe that if I die tomorrow, I will spend eternity in Heaven because of what Christ did on the cross for me. If he would like he is more than happy to come visit me, go to church together, whatever but seriously. I think he should read this book called Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller, I think it would rock his reality. Then maybe he might stop seeing people as projects, and start asking God how He views them, just a thought. ANd then there is the news that my grandfather needed brain surgery, found out right before Christmas, and then he actually had the surgery today, basically in layman's terms he needed a drain installed. Not too invasive but when your grandfather is a somewhat frail 86, anything is invasive if you ask my professional medical opinion. Good news is that the surgery went well, my whole Bible study (including all the prego or soon to be prego women) prayed for him and so did my other friends, not in Kentucky. Surgery went as planned and he is resting comfortably. Makes you think a lot though. Like do I really believe that God is in control of my life? and if I do believe that, well then why am I so incapable with trusting Him with my grandfather's surgery? And is it okay for me to be this honest, or should I put on a strong face and not let anyone know that I was scared? I have a hard time putting up a front, so at Bible study after I first found out about the whole diagnosis and surgery and everything I was reduced to tears. I am glad that I was able to be honest. I'm glad that I go to a Bible study where they let me cry, and prayed for me and my grandfather (even a few days later all the way up until the surgery today) and I am glad that I don't have to put up a front, GOd is real and personal and He knows how I feel inside and He is asking me to surrender to Him, and if that means crying infront of my whole Bible study (which I used to find rather embarrassing) well then that is what I will do.

New YEAR, New POSSIBILITIES

Christmas is over, and New Years is over. Both were awesome. Christmas was so quiet and peaceful out at the lake. New Years was a ton of fun, even though I had to leave in the morning for Eastern Illinois, it was a joy to spend time with friends here in Kentucky. It's been a while since I really got to spend some quality time with my new friends here in Kentucky, and they are wonderful. They are fun and funny and most of all, is that they know who they are in Christ, and they are okay with who they are. There is no performance, there is no competition. It's just fun to be able to hang out with people who just delight in each other. One thing that was rather strange was watching the New Year on TV in the central time zone. I am so used to watching it in the Eastern time zone so it was rather anticlimactic to watch the ball drop in times square at 11 pm. We are home from Illinois and it is great to be on a 4 home game stand. Then after that we have some away games that are day trips. Tonight will be the 3rd night in a row that I get to sleep in my own bed! And I think the most exciting thing!!! is that a couple of the athletes I work with have asked to go to church with me!! How exciting as it says in 1 Timothy that God has appointed me to this ministry. So pray for them and for me, pray that they would not just come to church, but that they would be able to see that it's about a relationship. That going to church is something we do in order to worship the Lord not because it's "what we're suppose to do" but rather that we choose to do it because of our relationship with the LORD.

the "DEEP" south?

Well school is out around here, basketball is NOT. We leave tommorrow for the "Southern swing of the Ohio Valley Confrence." We are going to Alabama. I must first admit that I have never been to Alabama. I am a little nervous because I have heard several interesting stories about the state as a whole. And on top of that people around here call it "the DEEP south." Well golly I thought Kentucky was the south, apparently it's not really the south because it's not the DEEP south. Then when I arrive home on Tuesday night/wed. morning I am going to have to totally clean my apartment at lightening speed because my mom will arrive mid morning. My apartment is currently tidy, it's just not mom clean if you know what I mean. And then I step back for a moment and realize how very easy it is to get caught up in the daily mundane stuff. My to do list seems miles long before my mom and my brother and grandmother get here. I drove out to the condo on the lake that we are staying for Christmas after work today, and I decided that I am grateful beyond explanation that we are staying out there, the phones are turned off for the winter, no cell phone reception, no television. Just peace and quiet, the lake, the wild life, and no one around for miles. And now I am off to church for the carol sing before I head into my office to finish packing for the "southern swing." Christians wonder why we as a society have forgotten the meaning of Christmas, and then I think to myself, maybe they have forgetten because we Christians have so much to do that we forget ourselves, and we forget to live it out.

like to like like

SO Monday the new football coach was anounced and guess what!!!!!!!!!! He graduated from UNH, so very exciting, and most of his staff is from the Northeast also. My boss thinks we all talk way to fast. And of course everyone keeps asking me if i know the new coach, and I'm like "uh he graduated in '92 and I graduated in '03" but whatever. I was thinking about it, I was in like 5 grade when he was graduating from college. So then I was telling my mom about this other guy that I know that graduated in approximately '92 (not from UNH but from some lesser school.) He's been acting very strange around me lately. It's weird because I am one of those people who is totally oblivious. My mom was like "um, I think he likes you." I mean if some guy likes me they are going to have to be straight up and say something like "Hey I was wondering if you'd go out with me." And of course I am not intrested in this guy any way (the other person not the football coach, he's married) because he is not a Christian. But I was talking to my roommate from college because I'm like seriously I don't want to have a geriatric husband (no offense to those that are older than me) but around here it is way more common. It kinda freaks me out how many people are married to people that are way older than they are. I mean 5 years is one thing but 25-30 that is just weird. I know that this all seems so superficial. But seriously, I just purchased a book over the weekend called Friendlationships:from like to like like to love it's all about the Christian subculture and people in their 20s and how weird that whole dating scene has gotten. It talks a lot about how people aren't "dating" but are just friends but way more emotionally involved than just friends. I bought the book because I laughed so hard when I read the title and because it's so true, I myself and all of my single Christian friends are constantly complaining about their friendlationships. So the moral of this story I guess is this, I am not interested in the older (not yet elderly) gentleman who apparently likes me and I have decided that I am just going to continue to be patient, and trust that God is giving the individual that will one day be my husband the courage to come out and ask me out so I don't have to be so confused.

Straw vs wiskers

I've been having a hard time trying to figure out what I should get people for Christmas. I mean my older brother and his wife are having a baby in April so it was real easy to get them stuff and my mom is always easy, but my younger brother want all this really expensive stuff for his bike, and my grandmother needs some new winter clothing with easy to unbutton, unzip type stuff, but I live in Kentucky so it's difficult to find a good selection of winter stuff because frankly it's not that cold. I was at Walmart this evening perusing their selection, and I get so frustrated because people are all over the place buying practically the whole store, and I just think, they are missing the whole point. The Christmas card I am sending have Isaiah 9:6 on them " For unto us a child is born." I've decided that I don;t want to participate in Santa Claus, and if I ever have children we will have a Jesus birthday party but no Santa Claus. Some people say that it is a bit extreme of me, but as I walked around Walmart, I was saddened almost to tears, because Jesus loves them, yet the are spending beyond their means because they want to feel needed and loved and better than the next person. If they would just set aside all their burdens and look beyond the singing dancing santas into the quiet manger, they would see the Savior of the world. So I commit to spending the rest of this Christmas season not worrying about what exactly I will get for my boss and the million other people I have to buy for, and I will quiet my heart and look into the manger and into the heart of my God who made Himself flesh and dwelt among us.

the beginning

So, my friend Meredith sent me a link to her blog, and it was great cause I got to read about her life in Seattle, and then I wanted to add a comment and I couldn't do it unless I created my own blog. So then I thought, you know what this could be fun, I have friends all over the place and it would be a great way for them to hear about my days, in the land of unbridled spirits, and horses and everything Kentucky, so there you go.