A Queen Momma-rant

I cannot help it. I have the need for the occasional rant. You might not agree with it. I might change my opinion someday, but there are things that frankly just get on my nerves.

Car window statements that make no sense. Now I mean no disrespect with this because the events leading to this message being emblazoned across the back of someone's pimped out SUV were absolutely devastating for sure and my heart goes out to them and their loss. With that disclaimer, I'll explain. We were driving behind said SUV and read "So-and-so, birthdate and death date." (obviously the real info I am withholding). Below this were the words that make no sense to me.

"Ride together." "Die together." Obviously so-and-so was tragically killed in some sort of motor accident. Tragic, absolutely. What I do not understand is that obviously the credo was not lived up to because someone that was "riding together" with so-and-so was still alive to be driving the car. It's their car, they can put what they wish. I'm just saying it doesn't make sense.

The Alabama A Swiffer. Mr. Wonderful took me on an impromptu date tonight to the UA basketball exhibition game and we had a blast. It was fun. The team plays with energy and focus, and Coleman Coliseum was lit up like a Christmas tree. But I've gotta tell you, they've got giant swiffers to sweep up the court with the Alabama logo on them. Is that really necessary? On a swiffer? There are logos and catchy Bama names for everything. Enough already. I informed my husband that it may be necessary for him to create a "Tribe" logo so that I can post it on EVERYTHING in our house. Including the officially registered "Tribe" swiffer.

Speaking of logos on everything, we were informed by a source that would know, that there are logos on the toilet drains in the locker rooms in one of the facilities. Seriously? My rant here ties into both of my previous rants. 1. Is that really what they meant to say? It's not a positive message people. And 2. MUST WE PUT IT ON EVERYTHING?!!!!! Surely there is a line we have crossed when we feel the need to put a logo in our toilets.

Anyway, it is after 1 AM and I should stop. Good night.

Testify!

Thanks Matt!

Family resemblance

My Little Prince gets very excited when he puts on his shoes.  Lots of times he puts them on backwards.  Most of the time.  He is very happy about mealtime and feeding himself.  Until recently there was always food everywhere afterwards.  He is so glad to be playing with his big sister whom he adores.  But sometimes he hits, bites, pushes, yells or acts like a general whooligan.  He draws a scribble on the paper and tells me it is a car.  He sings the ABC's in no particular order and lately has been in habit of leaving out TUV altogether (I'm not sure what riff he has had with them, but for now they are out!  or i guess o_ _!)  He lays in bed for 5 minutes before commotion begins and then when I open his door to find out what the ruckus is about he exclaims, "I take good nap!" 
I'm a lot like my son when it comes to following Christ.  I am very passionate, enthusiastic and truly give it a good try, but more times than not I get it wrong.  I miss the mark when it comes to imitating Christ.  I know this is not an earth-shattering revelation to anyone who has known me for any amount of time.  I "draw scribbles" with my everyday actions and attitudes and then tell the world, "This is my 'drawing' of Christ.  Doesn't it look just like Him?"  And much like we do with our son, you turn my "artwork" every which way, but can't find much of the Master in it anywhere.  I put my "convictions" on the wrong feet and announce, "I'm ready to go!"  But I have failed to "put on love" so that I can walk without stumbling.  I tend to hit, bite, push, yell or act like a general whooligan to the very people I love and am called to love.  I leave out some of the most important aspects of being a new creation and think that I will be able to spell out Christ to the world without them.  And I often rebel against the rest God offers me and then exclaim, "I'm good.  All ready to go!" when really I'm so depleted that I am of no good to anyone.
I guess what I am saying is two-fold.  First, an apology.  For standing up and declaring that I am portraying Jesus in truth, when clearly I am not.  And second, thanks.  Thanks to God that He looks at me and knows me, so much better than I even know LP (and how stinkin' much to I love that rascal?!!)  And imperfect as I am, God loves me despite my "doodles" and is patient knowing that I want to keep at it until I learn to sketch out His portrait with my life.  
I want the world to know that knowing Christ leads to the most abundant, amazing life ever, but I'm like a potty-training preschooler when it comes to expressing it.  So I pray you will look past the scribbles, the spilled cheerios and my predisposition to bite if you can and see something of my Father in me. 

My "old man"

Wow!  Today was a great day for so many reasons.  The battle of "Tribe" Hill, a week-long standoff between Mr. Wonderful and I is over.  Pastor L brought some clarity to some of my issues in his AM sermon--love the Expectation Psychology example!!!--and I just wanted to bear hug the precious people in small group this morning for their "amazingness" and transparency.   We had lunch with great friends and even though I didn't get my mandatory Sunday nap, I was in a pretty good mood.

Mr. W and I go to Pastor L's sunday night service where he expounds, in a more intimate setting, on the mornings thoughts.  During tonight's message he was talking about maturity as being comfortable with who you are.  I turned to my husband and said, "That makes me two."   PT went on to talk about loving the company of senior adults because they know who they are and aren't concerned with impressing you.  He went on to talk about how they would flat out tell you what they think, to which Mr. W replied, "That makes me 80."  My question, how did we ever get together?  God is funny.  You've got to know that!