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Lilac Photography covered Heaven Fest!

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

Ellie is just one of my favorites!

 

http://lilacphotography.com/

I don’t know anything about photography, except that I love good photographs and especially when you are allowed to SEE something in a way you’d have neglected to look.  I love the photos that arrest me, cause my heart to beat faster, make me shake my head in wonder.  Uh-huh.  I do.  And Ellie does those.  I have some of the BEST photos of my family members from her work.

So, she roamed around and took pictures at HF this summer.  I wanted to share them and I have also included a few of the stories of Heaven Fest.  People have emailed us and Facebooked us and shared a little of their hearts.   There are hundreds of stories, these are exceprts from a few…

Some Photos from Heaven Fest www.heavenfest.com & some great stories, too!

Hello to the HF Team,
I’m sorry I had to work & was unable to hel and volunteerp.  However, want to thank you for the whatever you can afford tickets. My wife got hurt on her job and has been out of work for about 7 months now. I have a 15 year old son who wouldn’t have been able to go if it were not for this. My gratitude and thanks go out to ALL of you for what you do. Hopefully, next year, we will be doing better and I will be able to give more. I truly appreciate it!  Thanks Again!
B. E.  (& son)

 

­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!  The might name of Jesus was all  my family heard all day!!!!
I got the Whatever You Can Afford tickets because I have been jobless for 1yr and 8mo and I am going through a bankruptcy.
My 5-year old son made a friend in the ticket line and they shared a bag of chips, as they talked about how they were both (black and white) formed from the dirt that they were walking in. Jesus!
…I prayed with a father that was reaffirming his belief in Christ and prepared to baptize his son. My children joined me at the table (under the shade) and asked what they were doing and I explained what was being done, why it was being done and how it was done. My youngest said, “Alright Mom… lets go… I know Jesus… He died on the cross for me and you and brother.” I look at my oldest son, and he looked back at me. I was a little hesitant because we didn’t have extra clothes or towels… we didn’t have anything. The hesitation subsided and I signed all three of us up.   I told the volunteer that we had been through a lot in the last two years: homelessness, no employment, no money…And to the water we went… !!!!  I REAFFIRMED MY BELIEF IN CHRIST THROUGH BAPTISM, I BAPTIZED MY OLDEST SON AND MY YOUNGEST SON!!!
After the plunge in the lake my children and I were truly grateful and call it an added benefit because we were soaked from head to toe and no longer hot.  We were definitely comforted by the water and the wet clothes!

Thank you Heaven Fest!!!!  Thank you Jesus!!!

 

This was my first year volunteering and I can truly say it was a blessing.  Lifebridge Christian Church, leading up to Heavenfes,t had been preaching about 1 body 1 Christ and that is all I was thinking about on Saturday.  It doesn’t matter what church you attend but to come together for one day as brothers and sisters of Christ and serve together and make Heavenfest a success was an unbelieveable experience I will never forget.  God willing I will be there next year to help again.  ~Ana

 

 Thank God for your ministry and all the many people that worked so hard to make it happen.  My wife and I were blessed beyond words to be able to volenteer to help with the prayer team.  We live 150 miles away and had 23 from the church here in Yuma Colorado so we had limited ability to help.  We were assigned to a team to pray in stations all around the campus for 4 hours.  We took a couple of breaks to worship in the 24/7 worhsip and prayer tent.  We finished with a half hour prayer in the tower.  My wife is deathly afraid of heights and I was shocked that she would go up.  It was the most wonderful day of prayer my wife and I ever experienced.  I can not wait to come back and serve again.  I was so amazed at the mulitiudes of servants that were willing to give their all so that God could minister to so many.  A God work this awsome can not happen without prayer, great leadership and humble servents.  Our part was so small compared to so many but It meant so much to our lives.  D and L Smith

 

I decided to get my church, my youth group, and friends excited to go Heavenfest 2010. We all came out including two of my friends that really didn’t know about God one way or the other, but were excited to go to a massive concert with friends. We all had a great time… I convinced them to stay for the Sacred Assembly, and so we all settled down on the grass and waited for the sevice to begin. Not long into the service, both girls who didn’t know Jesus started crying and both looked and me and said “I didn’t know… I didn’t know that there was Someone out there that cared so much.” I smiled held them and said, well now you know. Both said afterward that for the first time they wanted to go to church, and they now understood why people got so ‘into’ worship services. They felt the power of Jesus. Thank you, thank you so much for this. I have tried for some time to get these girls to even want to talk about God, and in one night, they not only wanted to talk about God, they were believing in Him!”  S.V.

heaven fest was awesome.  at the hardcore stage…Chad Johnson of Come and Live (great guy get him for next year) asked us to raise our hands if we were dealing with depression so that we could be prayed over.  i did this and found everyone around me had laid there hands on me and was praying for me.  i had never felt this touched in my life i found myself weeping for joy.  It ranks as one of the most life changing experiences of my life.

 

Hi everyone!
 
Just wanted to say what a blessing it was to serve at heavenfest! 
I personally was the recipient of a miracle during heavenfest:  I hadn’t felt well since the birth of my 6th child almost 2 years ago.  I think that I have a calcium deficiency as a result of having a baby so late in life and I have a hernia, were my abdominal wall is weakened and tearing due to heavy lifting and childbirth .   I had extreme weakness and pain in my joints and I was unable to lift or bend without experiencing a painfull tearing sensation in my stomach.

 I  felt exhausted and weak and had barely been able to function from day to day which had made me very irritable and hard to live with. When heavenfest contacted me and asked me to be a retail manager this year, I started praying for the strength to serve. 

At the leadership meetings, which -by the way -were unlike any meeting I had ever attended, I felt the Lord strengthening my spirit and preparing me to be his hands and feet!  I felt an energy welling up inside of me and a calming peace and confidence overwhelming me.  During heavenfest I was completely pain free!!!!  I carried heavy boxes, cases of water, and equipment up hills   and painted and drilled signs in the hot sun and was on my feet for 19 hours and never felt stronger or more energetic!! I prayed for strangers and co-workers boldly and felt the presence of God all around us!  I felt love toward all those I came into contact with and found myself praising and thanking God continually throughout the day.  At about midnight I realized that I had been using my left arm all day without any pain!! God is so awesome and I know that he equipped me to serve him in a way and with a strength that was supernatural!! 
“Not by might, not by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord Almighty” Zechariah 4:6
Annie Baker

I got healed at Heaven Fest last year in much the same way, Annie!  Praising God with you!  What an honor to serve alongside you.

How perfect is this for today?!  God rocks!!   Encouraging Word  For I am doing something in your own day, something you wouldn’t believe even if someone told you about it.  ~ Habakkuk 1:5, NLT 

Here’s some thoughts for you! Thank you and God bless you! Another amazing year….

Three years of Heavenfest, and three years of being in the presence of God surrounded by thousands. This year was no different. I think our Lord marks this day on his calendar just as we do now. We bring them together for his glory, and it makes him glad. [boldened by Jeanie...love this!] I saw God baptizing people in the lake, I saw God dancing to techno music, I saw God pumping his fist to hard rock, I saw God beating on drums, strumming on guitars, and walking through the front gates holding peoples hands. I saw God smudging chalk with his fingertips, telling jokes and reading psalms. He sat beside me and whispered words into my ear as I prayed at the front gates for all those who passed through. God was everywhere.

The best moment for me was as we knelt with thousands listening to his word during the Sacred Assembly. As we stood at one point with our hands raised and eyes closed hand were placed upon one another in ~ The body of Christ was united. That feeling of having the hands of others on your shoulders was only surpassed when after, bowed down in the dust I felt God’s arms around me in the most gentle and purest of love. It was at that moment that we were asked to raise our eyes to heaven and smile. I did so with tears streaming down. When you seek him – he is there. When you are with him- you know his love. I have been so blessed over the years to only begin a relationship with my father I knew never was possible. Each year at Heavenfest I pray for that for others, and I have seen the seeds be planted in the fields each year. Yes the music makes us rock out, and sometimes cry, the people you meet are amazing, but the time with God surrounded by the body of Christ is like no other.

This event has changed our lives and continues to help us grow in faith each year. Both of my sons made their decision to be baptized after the time they spent with God at Heavenfest. (’08 and ‘09)  We have all grown in our convictions and calling to bring others to know Christ. Prayers and promises made in these fields each year have brought our family closer, helped us to forgive each other, ourselves and others we know, reach out to others, and to be better children of God. We were on Holy Ground in Longmont this year. We will never know the extend of all the miracles that happened there that day- but there is no doubt that they happened. One happened to me. I felt God touch me- something that has only happened several times in my life- and because of it, I am humbly and joyfully one step closer to him.

In his Grace,  Let’s share our miracles!!!!!   Smiles and blessings~ Alison

*Thanks for letting my boys help with clean-up!…. Can’t wait to help next year!!!!!!!!

This?  Is my family!

The Summer Sand-Bucket List

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

Earlier this summer I decided to assemble a “sand-bucket” list  (wrote about it here and here) of things I needed to do to feel I’d enjoyed summer by its’ end.  Well, these cooler evenings and bright, breezy mornings, and the calendar flipping to September (not to mention my grandbebes back-packing it to school) tell me I had better assess.  Autumn actually begins September 22nd at about 9 pm here in Colorado, so I have some days yet to correct oversights…how about your Sand-Bucket list?  How is it going?

My update below:

My 2010 Sandbucket Summer List ~

  1. Lemonade on the swing, as many times as possible, in the evenings, on the patio (real lemons, yes, please)  {not enough}
  2. A little getting-dirty-in-the-garden everyday – at least try to make it everyday  {did pretty well on this one}
  3. Fresh-brewed iced tea every time Tara comes over – because we are the tea lovers {did Ok…Tara didn’t come over enough, though}
  4. Sidewalk chalk art days with the grandbebes  {oops…still have a grand collection of brand new sidewalk chalk in luscious colors…must do!!}
  5. Reading stories to the grandbebes on the patio swing  {if they weren’t so wiggly…lots of swing and pool time…but then this is a good fall activity, too, right?}
  6. Roast marshmallows in the chimnea {dang…haven’t done this since the chimnea moved to the poolside patio for warming bebes after summer evening swims, BUT I have 3 flavors of jumbo marshmallows in the jar: strawberry, vanilla and caramel creme and the chimnea needs some use…next visit!}
  7. An outdoor movie night  {only had one…neeeeeeeed more of these for they are divine, divine!}
  8. Slow walks around the neighborhood after dark  {shamefully lacking, shamefully…too driven as a walker and too busy this summer, it seems}
  9. Fast walks really early in the morning {yikes…reeeeeeeeally shamefully lacking…gotta get back in my groove}
  10. Fast drives over country roads (with the top down on the Mustang, of course!)  {*deep sigh…still to-do…although we did drive the Cozumel coastline at 150km which was roughly 90 miles per hour in an open-air Jeep}
  11. Some outdoor worship nights  {Rocky?  Tris?  DP?  get yourselves over here with your guitars!  Had that one amazing prayer meeting out there – will never forget it…}
  12. Floating in the pool, listening to 70s music  {yes!  lovely.  also floated to “martini” music and once to 40s standards}
  13. Hanging out with the neighbors a little  {oops…}
  14. Gotta wade around in a cold mountain stream  {missing the mountains!}
  15. Maybe head over to a festival.  {Heaven Fest was awesome!}
  16. Sing my lungs out next to a rushing mountain river so only me and God can hear  {again with the mountains, pooey…but I did actually sing my head off a lot this summer in the car and while I gardened and in the shower and etc}
  17. Read a novel…hmmm…Altar by my husband?  {well…not yet…Dave was going to read Altar to me while in Cozumel but we only got through 3 or 4 chapters…so I have a few days}

Meanwhile…

I tried to “prepare” myself for fall by getting grateful about Pumpkin Spice Lattes being back at Starbucks and assembling an “autumn” playlist of songs at www.playlist.com.  I become very melancholy each fall with my approaching birthday.  I found 110 songs and they are almost all about September or November.  October does not get the music it deserves.  Hmph.  So that depressed me.  {j/k}  Sometime this month I’ll go through and keep only the songs I really love and perhaps share it here – because I am nice like that.  ;p

Murder and Mayhem in the Magic Kingdom

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

A one week vacation and I return to overgrown zinnia and the zucchini popping out offspring like there was no tomorrow.  Enough of this tom-foolery!

Yes.  I was blessed to retreat on Cozumel, isla de Mexico for a week.  I left Stormie in charge, a very good and responsible daughter, to water and gather the harvest in my absence.  Naturally, she was more than dependable and asked me if I’d found the garden to my liking.  To the naked eye I could see that things had grown a little too exuberantly lacking my firm direction, yet all seemed to be thriving.

But upon closer inspection, as I visited with rain-water sprinkler-wand in hand, I saw that true crime had been committed right in my own backyard: devious, wretched space-stealing, food-gobbling and in at least one instance: murder.  My investigation will continue this week.

The Squatter Sunflower

For one thing, that big-headed squatter of a sunflower (of whom I have already spoken of HERE, exposing his deliberately bold and bullyish ways) is not only haughtily looking down on my garden from the space he just decided to plop into {where, you’ll remember, he lured an innocent and dainty lemon cucumber plant to jump from her own area straight up his stalk},  but he has now become best buddies with my Burpee Big Boy Tomato, as well.  He is certainly taking liberties that only the garden’s Queen (me) should be allowed to exercise.  Preliminary attempts to reign him in are going unheeded.  I may have to get very tough.

  

See the yellow cucumber flowers?  Up, up, up they go.  And now the tomato is leaning on this brazen sunflower as well!  Sunflower is about 8 feet tall now.  *sigh…

Discovery Investigation: My garden gets hit.

Further around the garden I saw my  Spicy Banana Pepper had been feasted upon by some devouring insect or another.  Every leaf:  gone.  A lone pepper remaining and the stalk green as ever, but stripped naked of her green garments.  Quite disheartening to say the least.  I suspect that foul band of tobacco-chewing grasshoppers in this assault.

And can you believe that powdery mildew descended upon my most ornamental spaghetti squash while I was gone as well?   She went gray overnight – the stress of my absence likely the cause.  Just as well.  That particular spaghetti squash and the zucchini sharing her bale had actually been plotting against me to take over the entire south yard.  This will give them some humility!  They are flowering and fruiting quite feverishly, to cover their shame, no doubt.  Yet I, full of mercy, tended gently to them anyway this morning.

Unsolved Mysteries

But the real mystery was my Sea-Breeze Erigeron, a sort of vining daisy in the big pot near my back door.  I noticed the purple sweet potato looking pretty self-satisfied, quite ornamented and very rosy.  Little pink flowers were popping out and she seemed dressed to the nines in deep colored foliage.  I almost didn’t notice…but then I stopped.  I parted the sweet potato vines and there she was:  my erigeron.  Fully dead.  Fully overcome.  I checked for signs of life but rigor-mortise had already set in and she was completely brown and crunchy.  Sweet potato claims no knowledge and the pot wasn’t dried out.  The mystery remains…

Meanwhile…

Wrestling baby zucchini from the King in the Back Forty (feet) square this morning I once again look like I was attacked in a back alley, having had a brief reprive from unscathed arms during my time on the isla….

But o, backyard garden, I did miss you so.  Thank you for all the love {and deliciousness} upon my return….

And thank-you Stormie {sweet, gentle, phlegmatic daughter…remember, sweet-pea ~ we do have dominion in the garden!} for tending to my wild kingdom!

How many old TV shows did I reference?

Appalled

Monday, August 23rd, 2010

Nobody can do appalled like Doris Day did

Some kiss, huh?  That Doris Day could play the insulted-yet-intrigued better that anyone!

Synonyms for appalled: alarmed, astounded, consternated, disconcerted, dismayed, fazed, gotten to, insulted, outraged, shocked, thrown, unnerved…aghast, mortified, thunderstruck…

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

A Summer’s evening at the Neighborhood School Ball Park.

Baseball is summer’s game.  We didn’t have a TV most of my growing up years, but the radio was tuned in to St. Louis Cardinal’s games as the sun went down on summer nights.  The cracking sound of the bat hitting the ball and the crowds going wild, along with the rev-the-crowd organ music drifted through the open windows mingling with the sounds of playmates and I chasing fireflies and whirling hoola-hoops around our waists.  The screen door slammed, as in and out we’d go and beer commercials would ring out between innings.

 

Tools of the trade.

We don’t do it enough, but now and again, Rocky will get a group of us together to run up the street and play softball at the elementary school.  And each time we say, “We have to do this again soon,” because even my grown children, now, have become nostalgic as they remember the years they played ball all day every day with the neightborhood kids.

  

Uncle Rocky pitching to Gav-at-bat.  The cheering crowds.  DP up to bat.

When I feel the morning grass I let down my guard
Because love comes from the dirt in my own backyard
Everytime I think I’ve finished being young
I catch myself having fun

My husband, Dave, up to bat.

Recently, on one of those lovely evenings that make you wish summer could last forever, Rock got us all together, the fam and some good friends.  There is just nothing like some bats, a good, broken-in leather glove and bases to run around.  Good times!

  

Pepler.  Guini and Nonna (me).  Gavin hits it!

But the moment passes as the sun moves on
So I turn myself back to you…
And it’s depressing that I can’t forget the tune the organist played
La  – da da da da da da,  la  – da da da da da da…
 
Dave at bat.  The boys taking a breather.
Everytime I think I’ve finished being young
I catch myself having fun
But the moment passes as the sun moves on
So I turn myself back to you
Is our season over?  No four leaf clover?
 

The boys of summer:  just coming down “Front Street,” as DP likes to say.  Shirt by Stormie

 

Hunter and Gavin will climb anything.  Tristan swinging the pipe…as a lefty!

I feel it’s getting colder…
But can you still remember?
April to November
You and I were members
Of the best team in baseball
So we play our games…
Rocky…Serious about pitching.

Lyrics: Baseball

All of these pictures: by Stormie!

Taught

Monday, August 16th, 2010

Teaching is the sowing of life-giving, mind-expanding  seed.  May you reap fully from what you have sown.”  -a note to  to Mary Bolton Passwater, a young woman who used to be in the JoyBelles club I led in Kokomo and has turned into a wonderful, beautiful, godly young woman (wife and mommy) who teaches – a most noble life and profession!

Teachers teach us so much.  Maybe not always what the lesson plan was about.  But they do impart things.  Back-to-school time always makes me think of the teachers I had while I was growing up.

Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,

Five Star Rating System for 6 who stood out ~

1

***Kindergarten ~ Mrs Fuchs (pronounced f-o-x, thank-you very much):  She was a very fashionable, perfectly-coiffed 1960s woman with unnaturally blazing-fire red hair – which I spent a good 12 years constantly trying to replicate and still have great zeal for (especially when I see it on my beautiful Stephanie!).

But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn’t easy, but I’ll try,

 

Me…1st day of Kindergarten;  then second grade

2

*****2nd grade,  Mrs. Weiland:  I adored Mrs. Weiland.  She was so sweet and spoke words of encouragement to me – the first time I remember any adult ever doing that.  When I drew pictures, she’d say, “Wow-you could be an artist someday.”  When I wrote stories, she’d say, “I bet you’ll write books someday.”  I remember her husband stopping by in his Marine haircut during recess one spring afternoon.  They spoke briefly and kissed and we all giggled, peeking through the chain link fence, romantic fancies taking flight.  I can still remember her cute, short haircut and multi-colored frosted tresses.  I admired her so much I once colored a picture of her using at least 6 different colors to create that hair and a classmate paid me a quarter for it, which I promptly spent on penny candy at the corner market.  I wish I still had the picture.  I wish I could tell Mrs. Weiland that I love still art and writing and that her words, her cheering-me-on, made a difference.

If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love

3

***3rd grade, Miss Petrie:  She taught me to eschew prejudice based on skin color.  We really celebrated Black History Month in her class and learned so much.  George Washington Carver and Martin Luther King Jr  (who had been slain less than a year earlier) became heroes to me.  She also introduced me to the music of Motown, and o baby – yes!  Still LOVE those Motown sounds! 

Each student got to have dinner at Miss Petrie’s apartment during the school year and she led us in a loud, raucous rendition of “Found a Peanut” in the car on the way.  We also stopped at J. C. Penney’s to pick up her cinnamon-colored pantyhose.  And I couldn’t wait to wear pantyhose when I grew up.  I literally spent years in suntan-colored L’eggs Sheer Energy, YEARS!  I miss them sometimes…but not that often.

4

***4th grade, Ms. Lynch: She read to us after lunch.  We’d put out heads on our desks and listen to stories like Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Charlotte’s Web and Old Yeller.  It seemed we were too old to be read to and hadn’t been since Kindergarten, but I remember it being a lovely, restful, soothing time of the day – to have some one read to me.  I also learned to knit during lunchtime in her classroom.  Knit one, pearl two.  I recently bought some classics I want to read to my grandbebes even though they are learning for themselves.  For, being read to is sweet!  They will always remember that I first shared that story with them…like I do about Miss Lynch.

5

(-*****) 5th grade, Mrs. S_____:  That is a negative 5 stars and the reason I am not saying her name.  I can’t remember her ever saying anything at all to me except to make fun of me once because I loved Danny Bonaduce.  Tsk.  My grandma died in the spring, rocking my young world.  My tummy hurt all the time and it was very important for the desks to remain perfectly straight at. all. times…or she’d straighten them!  I missed 31 days of school that year. No wonder.  A teacher is a powerful person in a child’s life.  But they’re human and may forget that sometimes.  Just hope my grandbebes always have teachers who know their impact, who know their own strength to influence the generations through what they impart, for good or bad.

 

Me…my birthday party during the 4th grade; Mr McGarry and the whole 6th grade class.

6

**********  6th Grade, Mr. McGarry (yes-that is more than 5 stars!).  I was just an odd kid, a preacher’s daughter and I was hitting that awkward age.  I felt unsure of myself and the neat little-girl life I’d had growing up with family around for the first 10 years of my life was over.  We’d moved and I’d started started 5th grade late in a brand new city.  Then we moved again, across town, during my 6th grade year.  I’d have attended 9 schools by the time I graduated when I’d begun so nicely, having been in one neighborhood school for grades K-4th. 

By the time I entered Mr. McGarry’s class, I was sullen and lonely.  I didn’t want to start all over again.  It was mid-year and cliques and friendships had been formed.  I’d decided I would just endure it.  He was very gentle and kind.  Somehow, very quietly he got me involved.  He engaged me in conversation, as if anything I could have to talk about even mattered!  Then he acted as a bridge to friendships with other kids.  He helped me become a “patrol” and signed me up to monitor classrooms of the younger kids during teacher’s breaks and lunch recesses. 

Somehow in a short time, this wise and all-knowig teacher teacher, who had to be very young himself at the time, made what was sure to be a distasterous half-year then on-to-junior-high way better than just bearable.  I made great friends that year.  I actually had fun.  Academically?  Nothing stands out to me, really (which may not be what a teacher hopes for), but I remember his kindness and respect towards me and all of the other students.  And I know he taught us to respect one another, too.  The classroom was laid-back and Mr McGarry allowed us to arrange our desks as we wished (that seemed crazy wild at the time) and I LOVED game and music days in his classroom, spinning 45s on one of those big, clunky school turn-tables (“Rockin’ Robin” by the J5…”The Lion Sleeps Tonight”) or  while we played Password or some such “educational” game.  There was a dog-eared paperback copy of Hal Lindsey’s The Late, Great Planet Earth on Mr McGarry’s desk.  And I remember knowing he really cared if it went well for me.  And he saw to it that it did.

The time has come, 
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That’s a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?

I went back to visit Mr. McGarry after I’d gone on to junior high, just before we moved to yet another city.  And he told me that when I had first come to his classroom, I never smiled – that is what he remembered about me.  But he told me he was happy when I started smiling – that that is what he’d wanted to see.  That surprised me.  I’d never known anyone before who was concerned with whether or not I smiled.  It absolutely made a huge difference in my life, especially so near the teen years.

Mr. McGarry (Robert McGarry, Buchanan Elementary in Davenport, Iowa 1972) - if you’re out there ~ YOU WERE THE BEST!  Thank-you so much!  I still think of you with fondness, I still thank God for you.  I am sure you didn’t even really know how much your kindness meant to me.  But thank-you for the smile, for determining to help me get it back.  And just so you know – I am still smiling like crazy!

“Teaching is the profession that teaches all the other professions.”

I had a lot of teachers over the years.  I wasn’t able to get to know most of them very well.  My 9th Grade Algebra teacher, Mr. Harper, actually gave me his teacher’s copy of the book because he said I needed it worse than he did!  ;p  I cherish it still!  In it he wrote, “I wish I could’ve gotten better acquainted with you and I probably could have if I’d been sitting in Laurie’s seat,” in reference to the fact that I spent a lot of time chatting with a friend.  Hahhahahha!

But I know that nothing is wasted and for better or for worse, I learned the things I’d need for life from the men and women who chose to teach.  I was taught and I am grateful. 

If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love*

The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called “truth.” ~Dan Rather 

*LYRICS:  To Sir with Love by Lulu

Westword’s Heaven Fest Slide Show

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

THE T-SHIRTS OF HEAVEN FEST: Actually one of the coolest bunch of photos I saw.

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Photographer, Eric Gruneisen for Westword, took these at Heaven Fest and I loved what he captured this way.  These are the people who came: real, everyday people.  Some normal, some maybe not-so-much.  Some came for just the music and fellowship and fun.  Some came to make the Name of Jesus glorious. 

   

I smile at some of these t-shirt sentiments because I love the truth and the creative ways they found to share it and I cringe at others because, though this is my “family” – the whole, big crazy bunch of Jesus followers from every possible denomination and set of values, some of those shirts just won’t play well to others, they won’t know the wearer’s personality or what, in life and experience,  has made them choose the shirt they wear.  Like any fam, there are some crazy opinions and thoughts out there.  You get 30,000 people together and  there is bound to be some hilarious differences along with the familial similarities.  But they are mine – these people, part of the household of faith. 

Love IS the movement

Heaven Fest: Mostly Jesus lover/followers and passionate crusaders.  They are people who are willing to live their lives for something other than themselves.  And they don’t mind letting you know what they think.  And it is too bad that often Christians are the only ones people want to censor.

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Galatians 6.10

“Therefore as we have opportunity,

let us do good to all,

especially those who are of

the household of faith.”

Cheap Date

Friday, August 13th, 2010

I had a Friday night date with THREE guys (all very very good-looking, mind you) and they got off really easy for sure.  We went to McDonalds and I only had the small Spicy Chicken Sandwich and some fries off the dollar menu, with water.  Much like Kenny Banya on the Seinfeld episode, I feel I am still owed a meal!  (NOT a McDonalds fan)

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It’s boy night here.  McD’s has a great play-thing and  Gavin and Hunter are having a sleep-over at our house.  Poppa even let them play with his vintage GI Joes and all the cool accessories in the foot locker.  The 1960s GI Joes were always my Barbie-doll’s love interests.  Ken was a little too…prissy.  I am certain the grandsons would be mortified to know my childhood secrets.

The French, I Tell Ya….

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

“I will cover you with love when next I see you,

with caresses, with ecstasy.

I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh so that

you will faint and die.  I want you to be amazed

by me and confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed

of such transports…

When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to

quiver with joy when you think of them.”

~ Gustave Flaubert, famous French writer to his Louise Collete.

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Monsiuer Flaubert was nothing if not arduously ambitious.

A woman of that era…”Madame d’Haussonville.”  Painted by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, French Romantic painter (1780 – 1867).

She’s thinking, “Oh, really?”

Homegrown

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Only Two Things that Money Can’t Buy

 

I couldn’t find a live version of John Denver (which I like a lot), so enjoy this original version, silly-but-o-so-true song by the extremely tomato-insightful Guy Clark:

There ain’t nothin’ a homegrown tomato won’t cure!