Carpool vs Whirlpool

Boys: "Momma, can we get a bath in your carpool?"

Me: "It's called a whirlpool."

Boys: "Whatever..."

Me: "Oh, no you didn't just 'whatever' me about carpool vs whirlpool. Carpool stresses me and the whirlpool relaxes me. For the sake of my sanity.. you need to get this right!"

Boys: "Well, can we?"

The Old Rugged Cross

Please Note: This blog is strictly based on my convictions.  It's not meant to judge or criticize others for their choices.  I know not all think like me and that God convicts everyone differently.  This is my story of one of many convictions God lays on my heart.

Several vacations ago at the beach I saw a Bama t-shirt that I almost bought.  This t-shirt was really cute and really wanted it.  I wanted JB to be proud of me for supporting his beloved Crimson Tide and this shirt was the way to go.  It screamed Roll Tide.  It even sported a cross amongst the "Roll Tide", "Go Bama" slogans.  The cross was decorated in the sacred houndstooth pattern. I could show my religion and Bama loyalty at the same time.  I needed this shirt for the right reasons, so it seemed, Jesus and Bama.

I lingered around it vacillating back and forth on whether it was worth the price tag and JB's approval and pride. After the mental battle of price vs Bama pride...the $40 price tag was enough to leave it hanging on the rack.  But I couldn't get that shirt out of my mind.  I couldn't decide if it was because I really liked it and regretted not buying it or if it just intrigued me that much.  I kept thinking: "Jesus and Roll Tide...Jesus and Roll Tide...Crimson and Jesus...it's cute...the cross, it was cute...it was trendy, it was popular...it was fashionable...it was unique....it was cute, trendy, fashionable with little meaning."  That's IT...IT was all of the following: cute, fashionable, trendy, popular, cool...BUT most of all...the cross lacked meaning.  I had come to the revelation, if you will, that the cross on the shirt had little meaning. It was overshadowed by Roll Tide and houndstooth.  It shared the spotlight with other gods...football and fashion. It was cute, it was fashionable, it was trendy...all the characteristic man has made the cross what it is today.  All the characteristics that compromise, minimize and belittle the true meaning of the cross.  And then my reasons for not buying it changed.  The price tag of the shirt no longer mattered but the price of the cross was overwhelming to me.

And that's when I was convicted.  That's when God broke my heart of what I had made of His cross to be in my own world.  I had monogrammed and appliqued his cross to sell as fashionable, trendy and cute accessories and furthermore, I wore and used his cross for those same reasons. Yet, I rarely shared the true meaning to those who needed it.  I displayed his cross for the world to see as nothing more than a fashionable trend of decor.

For me, there are 2 realities of the cross. One being no greater than the other. Both needing to be remembered for the reality of its own meaning. And neither being fashionable, cute or trendy.

The first realities of the cross: it's rugged, harsh, cruel, heavy, gruesome and ultimately stained with the blood of an innocent man.  It was taken on by a Saviour in my place by a way of death.  It was where I should have been but instead saved from it because Christ found me worthy enough to take my place.  I deserve the death on that cross.  I am no better than the thief who was next to Jesus.  Now tell me, what is cute, fashionable and trendy about that? In understanding that I deserve the very death that Christ sacrificially took from me, I can't fathom the cross to be cute, fashionable and trendy. My sins put him on that cross and nothing about that can be deemed cute, fashionable or trendy. 

The 2nd reality of the cross: it's sacrificial love, it's life everlasting, it's victory over death.  It's freedom from eternal damnation, it's peace, it's joy, it's faith, it's hope and the greatest, it's love.  It covers the sins of all men.  It forgives and even more it redeems.  It's truth, it's healing, it's merciful and full of grace. When you treasure these realities and live with them in your heart you will find that nothing about them are cute, fashionable or trendy either because cute, fashionable and trendy are superficial, conditional, in the eye of the beholder and not the heart. They are ever changing and evolving with the culture. And sadly, this is has been done to the cross; not by God but by man, himself, including me.

Until next time,
The Old Rugged Cross

Oh, Deer!

Looking at CB's picture from school: "What is this supposed to be?"

CB: "It's 2 deers with a moth pooping on them."

Getty-Up Horsey

JB calls me: "After Walmart, the boys and I are gonna pick up some Chic Fil A.  Do you want some?"

Me: "No thanks, I've already eaten a sandwich."

Me asking the boys as they enter the house: "Where's the Chic Fil A?"

CB: "Well, it's kinda hard to explain."

Me asking JB as he enters the house: "Where's the Chic Fil A?"

JB, who is most frustrated: "I told them if they act good in Walmart, we would get Chic Fil A"

Me: "Well, were they that bad?"

JB: "CB riding BB like a horse was the final straw!"

For Reader's Only

I haven't always been a reader.  I guess because in high school and college I had to read out of necessity and not entertainment.  It wasn't until after college and married that I became an avid reader.  My mom doesn't care for reading books and my dad and sister read sporadically but no one else in my immediate family is as enthusiastic about it as I am.  But I do have an aunt, whom my mother says I should have been her child, that is an avid reader.  So I like to think I inherited this honorable hobby from her.

I mean, I like it so much that I have to monitor myself when reading a good book or I'll spend hours escaped into another life and become oblivious to what is going on around me. The first time JB walked in on me crying while reading, he asked with great concern..."What's wrong. Are you ok?"  And my only reply was, "this book is so good!"  Now when he sees me crying over a book, he just asks, "Another good book?" and walks away bewildered at how a book that makes me cry can be so good.  A book that can make me express emotion as deep as crying or laughing out loud... is what makes a good book.  

So it is with much excitement, possibly quite more than the others, that I look forward to the new adventure of starting a book club with several ladies in my Sunday School class.  We all like to fellowship with each other and realized that some of us love to read.  So what better way to fellowship with other avid readers...a BOOK CLUB!!! And even better, a faith based book club.

Our first meeting will be late September hosted at my home.  We are going to try and meet at least once a month with food and hopefully plenty of discussion.  Even more exciting, we are starting off with the absolute classic book, Redeeming Love.  This book is part of the reason this club is starting.  When I mentioned that I was reading it, many in Sunday school commented on either having read it or wanting to read it.  So, the obvious book to start with is Redeeming Love. 

I'm not gonna mention much about the book until after the club meeting but if you are an avid reader and haven't read this book, I can't recommend it enough to do it justice.  It has become my all time favorite encompassing many years of reading. 

If you are in a book club or have been, I welcome any comments for suggestions or advice. 

Commitment through Redeeming Love

In a culture that encourages, supports and justifies that we throw our marriages away like yesterday's trash, below is a quote from the current book I am reading, Redeeming Love, that I want to share.  It hit me like a ton of bricks of conviction when you reflect the culture's view of marriage. 

This statement is made by the husband.  He is the provider, the forgiver, the supporter and the leader in this book.  He loves unconditionally, selflessly, whole heartedly with the love of Christ.  You see, only someone with these qualities can lead a man to make this statement; a statement that is more than just a line in a fictional book but a statement of such conviction and truth that can be applied to the very core of real life marriage. Especially, for the husband who loves his family in the same way Christ loves us... with a love that is sacrificial, willing, forgiving, unconditional, eternal but most of all redeeming. When a man enters into marriage with the kind of commitment shown in the statement below, she has become one blessed wife that even this culture can't influence. 

As for us wives, be a wife that makes him want to live out this statement with no regret, no burden, no shame but instead with an eternal love, happiness and joy that made it all worth it for him.

"It's a lifetime of commitment in my book, lady.  It's not an arrangement you nullify when things get a little tough to bear."

Thoughtful Priorities

BB: "Mama, I miss you when I'm at school and I think about you."

Me: "Awe, BB, that is so sweet.  That makes my heart happy."

Me: "CB, do you think about me, too?"

CB: "No, mam. I just think about the Wii."