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The Joy of My Salvation

 

Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. ~Habakkuk 3:18

Well, I thought I would try to write a short blog to prove that I was not dead. I know how my blogger buddies like to read things and know that we are still alive. My laptop has been sick for a while, so as soon as the semester was over I carried it to Best Buy, at current it is still in computer hospital, so it needs your prayers. :) Therefore my writing apparatus, and of course all of my pictures are not on-line.

In short I did manage to graduate. We started 4 minutes late, and we had a crazy "Reverend Lady" instead of being a good instructional short speech, it was a long annoying, my complaints against the world. Blah, blah, blah. She quoted Barbara Streisand! I mean who quotes Barbara Streisand? Let's just say that I now know that there are 214 beams in the gym ceiling from East to West, and 176 beams from North to South. I walked across stage at 8:11, and we got out of there around 9:30. I sprinted for the diplomas, and got mine quickly. All in all a spectacular night. The only downside, my fellow was stuck in traffic in Atlanta for a really long time so it was 3:30 or so before he got here.

We did our Mallard family Christmas the next day. They all gave Gary a hard time, meaning they really like him. I got gifts for Graduation which was a surprise. The best gift of all was a super duper sewing machine. I had asked for one for Christmas, but didn't think I would get it. It will do EVERYTHING except embroider. After things settle down some, I'm going to make me some new plaid skirts among other things. It was great a good chunk of the family made it down for graduation, and every one except Chris (my oldest cousin) and Trisha (the girlfriend of another cousin) managed to make it down. It was awesome.

Gary and I finally got a little time to ourselves on Sunday. So according to him that was our first date, since we hung out after church by ourselves, and he spent more than $15 on food for us. I had been counting us as dating since Thanksgiving weekend, but whatever. He didn't want to leave and I didn't want him to leave, but alas work was beckoning. He left just in time to arrive in Florida in time to clock in, I ended up talking to him for the last hour or so since he was getting seriously sleepy. I worried a bit after all it was a 10 hour drive, he ended up not sleeping between like 8 am on Sunday my time, and 5 pm on Monday his time. That's a long time. The Lord gave him a safe journey for which I am very grateful.

Things were pretty uneventful. The weather was unusually warm here, so it felt really odd on Christmas Eve to go to Church in a short sleeve dress. Christmas Eve was nice. My mother side of the family got together at Grandmother and Granddaddy's. She cooked amazing food, though not as many goodies as usual. She never called me and I thought Matthew went over to help her, and she never called him so he thought that I went over to help her. We had a good time being loud, laughing wildly, and with the help of Aunt Melanie, we drove Mother nuts. We had fun with presents. As always Granddaddy is just as surprised as we are about what he has gotten us. This year he made up all kinds of stories about where he went to get things. In fact he got so carried away that he told me where he got my present from Aunt Melanie, Uncle Clint and Maghen. Uncle Clint dug him out by saying that he and Granddaddy went shopping together. He claimed that he went all the way to Knoxville for Nicholas's UT gift. He even claimed that for the gift that Matthew got for Maghen that he personally went to Alaska and chipped off and preserved a glacier for the marble like chips. Daddy finally looked at him and told him that maybe we should talk to the church about reconsidering his deacon status. Haha. Nicholas told him, that he believed him with the straightest look on his face, and the rest of us just laughed. It was a great night.

The only other thing of note was driving down to B'ham Friday night before Christmas, and getting to hang out with Brett. He's been busy with his real job doing the important nursing/saving lives thing. He's also working night shift so we haven't gotten to talk on the phone since this summer. Then I have been tied up with studying all semester and I haven't been down to Jasper to church so I haven't even seen the gang in a good long while. It's very sad I miss them much. I plan to go back down there 4th Sunday in January.

Christmas day was unusually. It is the one day of the year that Nicholas and Benjamin aren't up at the crack of dawn, we all have to wait upstairs for Mother and Daddy to call us down. This year they decided to not set the alarm clock and so they didn't get us up until nearly noon. It was awesome, we got our yearly book bags. Each year we get a particular gift bag full of books with our stockings, it's the best part of Christmas. I usually spend the next two or three days reading all of the books. Mother cooked her awesome Christmas breakfast. We opened presents and generally hung out. Matthew spent a good chunk of the day playing pieces from the Pride and Prejudice movie on the piano (he got the music book for Christmas). The only down point was that my fellow wasn't here.

Since then I have been working and anxiously waiting for Saturday to go down and meet his family and his Church family. I'm a bit nervous, since he seems to think that I'm all that, and even beautiful. I know that he is crazy and delusional, but his family has all these ideas that I'm sure that I won't measure up. It's a bit nerve racking.

Alright this is way too long. I will post pics when I get my computer back. I hope that everyone else is having as good of a holiday as me.
12:02 AM 1 random thoughts
Everyone's family has special Christmas traditions. One of ours is to put up our tree the Sunday after thanksgiving. Daddy always puts it together and strings the lights (sometimes garland or beads, too), then Mother pulls out boxes of ordinaments and hooks and passes them out to us and we hang them. Over the years we have collected lots of different ordinaments and made even more, so a few years ago Mother did some heavy organizing. There are some that don't always get pulled out now, and others that made their way to the garbage I'm sure. But there are some repeats that always go in particular places. I thought I would share them here. The first is the "Angel of Death." Benji made this in Kindergarden and while the rest of us all have beautiful angels, but not him. It always goes at the very top of the tree, and through out the month I will move it and hide it, putting mine above his, and he will move it back. Then there is a bell (you know the line from its a wonderful life) and a shepard boy that I alway hang together at the top. Finally, there is the golden snowflake, we all use to fight for it, manuver in line when we saw it coming up, all in hopes of getting it that year. It doesn't have a particular place other than up in and under the branches and not crowded out.


So what about your family? Any cool things that you do?
2:38 PM 4 random thoughts
Alright, as you all know I'm looking for a grad school. So on Sunday Daddy and I set off on another grad school trip. We got to Columbia, South Carolina around midnight. The next day we meet with professors and I talked with another student from Alabama. Come to find out she is from Decatur too, and even worked with my brother at one point. It was nice. They have a pretty campus, but not so pretty as North Carolina. They have a nice library, very very pretty even, but not so nice as North Carolina. The professors we nice, but yep you guessed it, not so nice as North Carolina. Nice point, much closer to home than North Carolina, better weather, and more early American professors.

I LOVE UTKnox. I have always liked Knoxville, and Tennessee is my second team. The professors really bent over backwards to help me. I had three professors and two grad students give me their cell phone numbers and e-mail addresses incase I needed anything. The grad coordinator never got back with me so Dr. Lori Glover who I want to work with arranaged for Dr. Sacco to meet me since she is on leave finishing a book. Dr. Sacco at the last minute agreed and spent two hours showing me around campus and such. They also have the most beautiful Gothic library ever.

Then yesterday I carried applications and stuff down to the post office and sent off the stuff to Ohio State and South Carolina, since it had to be postmarked Dec 1. Other than that we are 13 days away from graduation!!!
2:11 PM 2 random thoughts

Alright so much to catch up on. I guess we can start with the greatest Thanksgiving to date. I love the Mallard side of the family. We've gotten spread out but we are pretty much based in Tennessee, so each year as much of the family as possible treks back home to Grandma's. There are lots of traditions. Some of them we don't always do anymore. Daddy always use to smoke a turkey. Mother makes the best pumpkin pie. Aunt Cindy has the cookies that we fight over like no tomorrow at every family gathering. She cooked 200 this year, and none were left.


We use to always play football, and back in the day I was the world's greatest backyard runningback. One time I had four guy cousins and a brother on me and still drug half way across the yard for the touchdown. We have a family tradition of Balderdash, a game that you really should play if you never have. The game has like five tokens, so we have at least 8 playing so change, pen caps, assorted kitchen utensils and the like all end up on the board. We use to always play monopoly and four way battleship.



My family is musical, there are four or five of us who play guitar, some banjo people, a mandalin player, and some pianoist. Of course those of us who don't play can always sing. Then there are the embarrassing stories that you hear each and every year. Stories of Benjamin are the best (my youngest brother), but there are some great ones about the trouble that my dad got into growing up, and of his grandfather, Daddy Elwin.

This year we ate with Aunt Cindy's in-laws, then went back to Grandma's for games and desert and general craziness. We ran around on the farm, in the woods, here are some pictures of us throwing sticks in the pond for Oakley; me with my youngest cousin, Prestin who is 9; and Matthew. It was great everyone made it in except Chris from the cousins and one of Daddy's sisters from Lousianna and her husband. The best part of Thanksgiving weekend. A certain friend drove up 750 miles from Florida to see me and meet the family. :)
1:34 PM 1 random thoughts
I was Muslim for the day today. It was a wonderful, eye opening sort of experience. I have been spending much of the semester thoroughly investigating Islamic women, particularly in Iran and Pakistan for a 30 page paper. I turned it in on Thursday and gave my 20 minute presentation today. It was something I learned a world from, something that I think ALL Christians should study, and that we would profit from. Islam is more than a faith, but it’s also a way of life, very different from your average Christian. It literally is a concern in every aspect of life, and unless we understand it, we cannot understand why people in the Middle East for example act the way they do. Likewise we would know that terrorists are the exception not the rule, that everything they do is in violation of the Koran, and that they are formed by a lot of patriarchal practices left over from the days before Islam, and of practices they picked up from conquering lands. In truth the Islamic practice of hiding the hair means lots of things to lots of women from freedom to be Muslim, to having an honorable place in a man’s world, to being non-Western, to piety, to everything. We automatically assume that it is oppression but that’s not necessarily the case.

So for my presentation today I wore a hijab (head scarf) which covered all of my hair, and left my cross under my shirt. I got up and got ready for school, did the school thing, and went to lunch where I met Nahel who provided my scarf and much help. (She is from Saudi Arabia, and this is her first year at UNA.) I had to eat a turkey sandwich not the usual bacon and ham. Then I went to class and about beat a friend who attempted to “liberate” my hair. It was windy today, and though I’ve been practicing at home I haven’t worn it out so, I had to adjust it in the bathroom a few times, to keep it from slipping. I then had to run to Best Buy after school and I wore it out, and kept in on to go by a guy friend’s house. At supper I didn’t drink wine (alcohol like pork is forbidden to them), and tonight I came home finally with a new perspective.

I am so very thankful that I was blessed (for there is no other explanation) to be born in a country, to parents, in the Primitive Baptist faith, where I can make my own decisions and follow my own dreams. I have always been glad to have these things, but I never understood just how oppressed I might have been elsewhere. I mean lets face it I am not as submissive as I would like let alone, as submissive as Islam requires. Here I can dress as I like, speak on what I like, do what I like for a living, and there are no real rules. I can marry and work, I can go to school, I can wear blue jeans and my hair blowing all crazy like in the wind.

On the other hand, I was surprised in many ways. When I put on the hijab today and walked out of the house I felt humbler, I felt a weight that constantly reminded me of submission to God. Not that wearing a veil some how made me more religious, spiritual, humble, or whatever, but that it was an ever present thought. I got lots of strange looks, from students, from teachers, from an older Muslim lady who scowled at me because my bangs were attempting to slide out from under it. I was glad that I was treated respectfully by everyone and no one was mean, granted I don’t look Arabic, but everyone assumed that I was Muslim. I accidentally circled the sandwich with bacon on it at lunch and the girl automatically changed it saying, I know you can’t eat pork. I had people who didn’t recognize me just because I had on a hijab, that part was a little disconcerting. It was a unique experience, but I’m still glad I’m not Muslim.
4:40 AM 4 random thoughts
Finally the long promised post with pictures from the trip my dad and I took up to the University of North Carolina. It was a trip of epic proportions. Ok maybe not quite. It was a very long trip in a very small car with lots of textbooks.

The best part about doing this trip at the beginning of November was the color in the trees. I love trees as we all know. So the best part of the trip was really in East Tennessee. We took several pictures but the entire trip was rainy and misty so few of them show the color very well. This one would be an example, Daddy took it at the little rest stop right before you get to Chat. He was all excited because now he has a picture of everyone right here with in a few months span. The trees in North Carolina weren't as pretty. There was lots and lots of yellow, but very little orange and red. You know they don't have an over abundance of maples.


I got to talk to some professors, sit in a class, wander around campus, soaking up the sights and sounds. Boy is it a beautiful college. In fact Daddy decided that's where I am going because it is so very pretty. Of course for me there is the additional historical value and beautiful historical buildings on campus. UNC was the first public college in the nation, and still has the oldest public school building. Originally built in 1793 as a dorm and classroom. It was expanded in 1822, and today is a working dorm building. Cool huh? There was the most beautiful library, which houses the largest collection of Southern manuscripts in the world. We also hung out by the old well, which in reality is looking more like a fountain these days and tasting nothing like well water. Also Daddy discovered what I have dubbed the world's largest sundial. I don't know if it is but it looks big to me. It was also on perfect time the day were were there. I had a few more pictures, but alas, blogspot isn't letting me add anymore. Maybe at a later date. Night all.
11:38 PM No random thoughts
Ok, so orange didn't last all that long. Last weekend there was this beautiful bright red tree in my neighbor's yard, and he was flying the Alabama flag in front of it and I thought on the way to work I need to get a picture of it tomorrow. For those of you who don't know our flag is a white banner with a red X, meaning never surrender. In any event the red on white framed with the towering red tree was gorgeous. But alas when I got home this week, all the leaves were gone. In fact there is no color left at all in Decatur. There has been some hoarfrost on my car in the last few weeks when I leave work, just hard enough for me to get my rotten political science textbook out of the car to scrap off the window. Not tonight. Tonight we had the hard stuff, I sat in the car for seven minutes, singing at the top of my lungs every good song that I could think of that we didn't sing this morning in church, while waiting on the car to defrost. It's sad really, everything at night now is in varying shades of blue, with a little white moonlight and black shadows. It's beautiful don't mistake me, but at the same time I miss the bright happy fall colors.
3:34 AM 4 random thoughts

As afore mentioned the Alabama Renaisance Fair was the last weekend in October right here in downtown Florence. Each year I make, or in the case of last year, get together an outfit: my first year I went as a peasant, the next year I went as a rather modest bar wench, last year I went as a gypsy, and this year for the first time ever I went as a lady.

You have all gotten the condensed version of the Olympian effort my most spectacular Grandmother made in getting together an outfit for me in six days, since I have been tied up all semester unable to make one. We went and picked out some beautiful fabric on Sunday, little did we know that Jacquards are notorious for fraying. We went with period colors and fabrics, after all I am a history major, these things actually matter to me. The next problem is that all the marroonish colored stuff you see, there was no pattern for how to lay and cut the pieces. So Grandmother let me tackle that and after some inventive manuvering, I managed to put together a lay-out and got them cut out. The next adventure was that we put the front left on the right and the right front on the left and had this huge waist and miniscule bust. It was a great 30 minute effort to figure out that we hadn't actually read the pieces correctly. The third great challenge was the fantastic collar. The directions simply said attach at notches. So my wonderfully talented Grandmother spent several hours reworking the pattern and experimenting with the sewing machine until she worked it out as I watched most amazedly. Well, bad things supposedly come in threes so we thought we were set. Well, not quite. She finished putting it all together and trimmed the seems and everything while I was in Florence for the week. When I got back she worried it would be too big, but after getting into it, we discovered that it was a smigen tight. If I had worn a corset it would have been find, but Grandmother worried over the four pulls that could be seen. A $15 historical circlet from online, and some $10 not even close to historical shoes rounded the outfit out.

The Saturday of Ren Faire the wonderful affore mentioned brother helped me get ready. I begged and begged him to come with me, but he declined. So we treaked around the apartment looking for the perfect tree for pictures. (Matthew has an eye for these things.) While taking pictures a lady came out and insisted on getting one of the both of us.

So then the adventure began. I went down to the park and walked around the fountain, paid homage to our king and queen, and started bartering with the venders. I managed to spend too much money (which I justified by the fact that I won't be here to go next year), however I came away with several steals: two silver tankards with some nice scrollwork and a veltine lined box for them, a new grey cloak (which I have been wearing to church), a battle-ready dagger with a deer antler hilt, and several flags. I managed to get the Irish province flag and the Erin Ga Brauh flag for myself and two for my little brother for Christmas. Sunday, Grandmother agreed to let me
wear the dress to church, and afterwards I spent two more hours at Ren Faire. I got my hair done up, and if I ever get my film developed I'll add a pic on here. Then I spent the day sketching rather poorly tents and venders and people.

It was fantastic. I had so many compliments on the dress, so everyone in Florence knows that MY Grandmother is the best seemstress ever. I even had one vender as I was meandering through the festival grounds tell me that I didn't just have the dress but that I had the "walk and the aire of a lady." I just thanked him and laughed, maybe for a day I did, but we all know better, I'm pretty clumsy and graceless. HA.

The Ren Faire was great really. There were the usual fire eaters, tinklers, bakers, and blacksmiths. Only the leather armorers were not in attendance. The faire's herald, announced the events at the Northern Winter Stage, according to the time on our wrist sundials. I even saw a few friends so that the entire five hour or so wanderings were not spent alone. If you ever have the chance to attend a Ren Faire I strongly encourage it. Alright, that's it for me for tonight. I will hail you all at a later time, after all my wrist sundial isn't working, but I'm reckoning that it is very late.
1:54 AM 4 random thoughts
Some of you who know me know that I was a pain to raise. I was not an easy child, by any means. I was and to some degree am still very hard-headed, stubborn, set in my ways, blah blah blah. All in all these are only good when clinging to the things God gave us, and for the other things, not so good at all. I have not always been a very good daughter, nor have always been so thankful for the wonderful blessing that my family truely is. Therefore I am going to take a few moments to point out a few of the wonderful people in my family.

I have the greatest grandmother ever. I went to her fourth Sunday, and asked if there was anyway that she would have time to help me make an outfit for Ren Faire in a week. I go every year, and because of work and other constraints didn't have time to make an outfit. She said that she wasn't doing anything and that we could go and look for material with my aunt and cousin that afternoon. Several hours later we had the most amazing fabric. Then the next morning I went over and we pinned the pattern down, and cut out all the pieces. That night after work I came back and she had the dress together, all that was left to make was the collar to go on it, and attaching the sleeves. Come to find out she had all kinds of doctor's appointments that week, and the pattern wasn't very clear, but she worked grandmotherly magic and what do you know but when I came back into town she had a perfectly fitted and loverly outfit. She didn't have to do it, but she wanted to because I asked and it made me happy. She really went out of her way, and I love her even more after realizing what an inconvience it must have been.

I also have the greatest dad ever. He took off of work this past Wednesday and Thursday to drive me to North Carolina. I could have gone alone, and found the place and been ok, but he came anyway, because he knew I wanted him to come. He drove (with his back already hurting him) for 11 hours (we ended up in traffic in Knoxville for an hour), and slept on a not so great bed (especially compared to the one at home) without mother to go with me. It let me work on my 300 notecards, and was a calming influence with me being so nervous. We agreed on music and talked about all sorts of stuff on the way there and back. I was almost sad for the trip to end. Even crazier, he's agreed to go to 2 more schools, just this month with me. Isn't that amazing sweet.

I also have the greatest mother ever. She made me chocolate oatmeal drop cookies last night, a whole big container. Just because I like them. She also washed all my laundry last weekend and this one, while I was at work. It was really great because I usually do my own, and I didn't even ask her to do it.

I also have the greatest brother ever. Matthew lives with me and puts up with me enough said. He does most of the housecleaning, though I cook for us every night I'm in town. He always washes and I dry the dishes. He puts up with me studying late into the night on my bed (not even a good three feet from him trying to sleep). He puts up with me hitting the snooze button about 8 times on average every morning. He puts up with me begging to watch just one more episode of Angel at 1 am. He deals with my moodiness and depression, and all and all he is always supportive, uplifting, and funny.

He is also going to be the greatest brother forever, if he will show me how to upload my photos from Ren Faire and North Carolina on here. When he does, I will give you the full story for the events as promised.
1:05 AM 2 random thoughts
My mood is orange right now. Let me set up my day before I talk about why, and perhaps you will understand. This, for once isn’t a blog about what I think but about what I want you to see, hear, and feel. Ok, just work with me hear.

This morning was most beautiful. If you are anywhere in the Florence area and have not done so, you should walk around campus, pass in front of the SUB, around Bibb Graves, between the library and the castle, then across the Stephens Hall parking lot, then down by Floyd. The trees are amazing. There are these deep reds, Fire Maples, you might call them. Then there are bright, and I mean bright, yellows. There are some dark maroonish Japanese Maples. Then there are still some very green trees. The best ones and we have some of several shades on campus, are these amazing oranges. Some light, some deep, but all burning, light a passionate fire. I don’t know how long the blazing glory of God as displayed in trees will last, but for this moment there is burning passion there. It’s the perfect fall temperature, it’s the day of the year that I live for. When not only are the trees in every glorious shade of the harvest spectrum, but it is a cool breeze without being cold, and not glaringly sunny. A perfect a day as you can find. Then there is the further sound of crunch, shuffle, crunch, shuffle, CRACK, as you walk around with the leaves shuffling and crunching other foot, with the crazy acorns falling and bouncing and rolling and cracking when you step on them just so. Oh and it smelled like rain today, then it rain that light misty rain that just makes the air smell sweeter and the trees look brighter. It was amazing.

Now I am sitting on my bed, in an attempt to get a little work done, before heading home. Once again you need the whole picture. I have a bright room here at the apartment, there are two beautiful pictures of Celtic knotwork up that I have spent hours coloring, in fact one of them was on Elyow’eynay’s blogspot awhile back. Then I have several boards up full of pictures from high school and the like. Lastly on the way is a Charlie and the Chocolate Factory poster from my theatre days, next to my purple lava lamp. Then I have a really bright blanket on the bed that I made, to round out the warm, happy room. So I’m sitting here with note cards and books for the thirty page paper, everywhere. I have out some veggies, good bread and herbs from the Italian restaurant in town, and a glass of wine. It’s a nice mellow productive sort of night.

So my mood today is orange, a burning firey passion. I see the Lord everywhere I look, and feel his presence. I’m not sure how long my productive mood will last, but I’m working hard.

Wish me luck, (or as I prefer blessings) as I get ready to go to North Carolina Chapel Hill tomorrow, I’ll be back late Thursday night or Friday morning early. It’s going to be a 10 hour drive. Yeah! I will also attempt to get some pictures up from Ren Faire soon.
8:44 PM 2 random thoughts
For those of you who haven't seen it...

Fa-So-La-La has writen the most marvelous of poems...

Don't believe me go look...

http://beehive5.blogspot.com/2006/10/alchemy.html
2:50 AM No random thoughts
Life is crazy for me right now at this precise moment. Well in truth not at this precise moment, because I am at my parent's, should be headed to bed. Life in general though is very stressful right now.

I work a 40 hour a week job. I am a night shift manager at the local Wendy's. What that means is that from 6 to close on Thursday, and 4-c on Friday and Saturday, and anywhere from 2-c or 8-c on Sunday I am at Wendy's. This is almost always shorthanded (tonight I was 3 people short), and definitely overworked and underpaid. For these hours I am unable to do anything constructive, unless you count making money to pay my rent and such constructive. There are some silver linings, when I have a crew there they are good people, and hard workers. The only other plus, sometimes if we are slow enough I can read my textbooks while cleaning, or doing other minor things. A couple of my employees have been trying to pitch in so that we can get done faster so I can do homework.

I am also in my last semester at UNA. This means that all those classes I have been putting off for the last three years are all being forced upon me this semester. That part is my fault, I know. One of these classes has an evil slave driving tyrant (aka professor) who is crazy liberal and anti-Christian. He has been a unique challenge. His 30 page research paper is becoming a nightmare. Mine is going to be on Islamic women in Pakistan and Iran. I know not the most exciting thing ever, but I think it will be interesting. The crazy thing, tonight instead of reading my bible, I read part of the Koran. In any event, for some time now I have been looking at homework and going what is due today, dropping everything else, then saying which class is first, and dropping everything else, then going ok, what do I do, and what half do I neglect. THAT is what kind of homework I have here. I love to read, study, and write papers, so for us to be talking about me getting this little done, you have to understand just how much we are talking about here.

That's not all though, I'm also trying to get into grad school. This means a variety of time consuming things. I have to re-take my GRE. My advisor wants it up from a 1050 to a 1200, aka I have to study harder and more for it. I have to write an intelligent sounding personal statement. Apparently, "I like history because it's groovy, please let me into your school." doesn't count. I have to have a write sample that shows original research, good writing skills and a potential for graduate level work, and professional research. This means that I am having to rework most of the 36 page paper from this summer's Celtic study to include a wider source base and such. I have to make contact with possible graduate advisors and major professors. This means I am firing off several e-mail a day to different secretaries and professors, calling a couple of them every Wednesday, and making plans to meet them all. This means I am traveling to North Carolina, South Carolina, and Tennessee all in November, plus I'm going to the Southern History Convention in b'ham in order to forgo the trip to Rice. I still have to make plans to get to Ohio State and Georgia. In the midst of this I'm trying to line things up this spring at UNA so I can continue to get funding.

Then there are little things that I continually have to take care of. For example, this weekend is preview day for UNA, aka they give away scholarships, we play our big rival, and high school students who register get in free with parents. What this means for me is that my parents will be carrying my brother so I'm going to the game with the family this Saturday. I am trying to give back to the community in some way, so I'm helping with Habitat for Humanity. We will finish our house this Saturday. Finally, the Ren faire is this weekend in Flo-town (aka the Alabama Renaissance Fair). I go every year, and this year I'm being required by my Shakespeare class to attend. I found out Friday that I have to have a lady-in-waiting style costume, so today Grandmother and I went to pick out fabric, and she's going to help me make it, since mother's sewing machine isn't working for me to do it myself. See random craziness.

With all of this going on I stay tired, and it is easy to forget that I need down time. My brother and I watch an episode of Angel every night (Mon-Wed) that I'm in Florence and I cook, so we have an hour together a day at least. I don't know what I will do when I leave and he doesn't come too. I also read a chapter of Proverbs every night. Then I've been trying to take an hour the last couple of weeks to go downtown and sketch for quite reflective time, it's a nice two hour break (takes me 30 minutes to walk the 10 blocks there, then 30 mins back). On campus when I'm abnormally stressed, I put on the headphones and listen to good old PB hymn singing. This morning on the way to church I finished making a baby blanket, while preparing my mind for the service. I wasn't doing this but recently I realized, that if I don't take a little time out I'm going to go crazy.

I guess what I am saying is please forgive the sporatic blogging for the moment, and any prayers you can spare would be greatly appreciated. On that note, I'm so off to bed, I have to be back up and at g-mother's in 6 hours and 37 min.
2:57 AM 2 random thoughts
Today I almost killed my youngest brother.

I was driving home (to Decatur) from Florence. Benji was reading my Christian-Science Monitors and I was driving and singing along with Rascal Flatts. We were arguing about what this nuclear bomb in North Korea meant. We pulled up to the light on 20 at North Courtland, and stopped beside a silver car, behind them a charcoal grey car. The light turned green and we took back off. I was in the left lane, and was looking to get back into the right lane. So I got up to speed (being somewhere between 65 and maybe as much a 70), looked in the review mirror, looked in the side mirror, and looked back over my shoulder—no car. However, up ahead in the right hand lane, there was a silver car. I started to move back over when Benjamin looked and said, “CAR!” Ok more like shouted. I jerked the wheel (way, way, overcompensating) almost ended up in the left hand ditch. Then still like a freaked out idiot, I jerked it back in the other direction. We spun around once, maybe twice. And stopped facing West, in the East bound lane. The silver car was way gone, and the charcoal grey car was stopped about 6 feet from my bumper.

I sat there for a minute, and asked Benjamin if he was ok. He was like, “Yeah, that was cool, like a roller-coaster.” The guy in the charcoal car, looked concerned. I waved that we were ok, and he took off. Way down the road the silver car had stopped. The guy in it got out walked around it and drove off. I backed up completely off the road, and straightened up. We got out and I walked around the car twice. I went from like 65 to zero, in less than 5 seconds, and it took me less than 30 feet to come to a very complete stop. There are serious black marks on the road.

Unlike Benji, I’m a very good driver. I like to get up and go on the highway, but I’m very careful and have never managed a wreak. I drive a Pontiac Sunfire, and the back windows are terrible to try to see out of, Benji had the seat all the way back, and I just couldn’t see my blind spot and all as well as I thought. Benjamin isn't stupid, very, very strange, yes, but stupid no. However, I don’t think he realized just what could have happened. We could have hit either car, the trees on the side of the road, either ditch. We could have rolled, wrapped around something, or flipped. We could have been seriously injured, crushed in the car like one of our other brothers several years ago when he was hit by a F-150, or killed. However, we were completely safe, everyone else was completely safe, and there was no damage to my car at all.

It was definitely not my driving that saved us. The Lord was very much there. Isn’t He better than we deserve and ever so merciful? Really need I say more?
3:45 AM 2 random thoughts
Well, it is now official the sorta summer, sorta fall weather is gone. We have made it to the beginning of sorta fall, sorta winter weather. How do I know it is offical you ask? Well there are several tell-tale signs. First of all, I had to wear a sweater as I desperately ran from building to building on campus to hide from the cold wind. Next, whereas I was following Orion home from work traveling from Decatur back to Florence this spring, he is now chasing me home. Finally the biggest sign of all, I turned off the air, and have the heat running in the apartment tonight. Of course this will only last until the loving (hot natured) brother gets home, but it's nice and toasty tonight. You can just tell, when it's quite doing that crazy thing it does in the South where it's shorts weather one day then the next you need a fleece coat, and that happened sometime late Wednesday-early Thursday, here in Flo-town.

Tomorrow should be much fun. I'm going to ride my bike, down to the Habitat House that we are building and work on it away, before running off to the game. After all, it is UNA's homecoming this weekend. I suppose for my last year here I oughta go. It'll be strange, it's going to be the first game I've been too, since I marched in the band, wow. I'm looking forward to seeing my breathe, and crowding around in a huddle to stay warm with everyone I know. haha. I love the fall.
5:21 AM 2 random thoughts
Songs are powerful sorts of things. They speak to us in a way that ordinary words cannot. They stay in your mind unlike the way a normal sort of phrase slips away. There is one hymn in particular that has been traveling with me for a few months now. It crept in one day almost out of nowhere, a song I had not heard in some time. The next week I kept catching myself humming it at work. Then about two months ago, my grandmother requested at Church four or five Sundays in a row. I now know all five verses by heart and it is truely a song that continually is dwelling in me richly in all wisdom, as an admonishment and an uplifting grace from the Lord the way that Colossians 3:16 talks of.

So what song you ask? "How Happy's Ev'ry Child of Grace." Who wouldn't love that song. For the lyrics see here, http://thechildofgrace-lyrics.blogspot.com/#115570486562238082 They also have a great new cd with abunch of hymn singing.

It just makes you wander what circumstances, what leading or revealing of God brought Charles Wesley to pin these words. I tried to discover, but alas there seemed to be no information available, all I found is that he composed many of his songs while riding around on his white pony in London streets. He never wrote a song before he felt the Lord in his life and after that he wrote over 7500 hymns. The music that we sing it too, isn't the original either. I wondered what lead E. J. King to write new music when the first Sacred Harp book was published, or when the people started singing it that way. Curious things to think on.
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