Monday, June 29, 2009

And....We're Back!

What an amazing God we serve!

We had 4 kids from our group accept Christ for the first time. Every single person in that place was touched by God in a mighty and unmistakable way.

Last night we baptized 20 people, 8 of them had been to camp.

In all my years of camp, whether as a camper, a counselor, or a sponsor, I have never, ever experienced a messier, more gross end-games day. We will all be needing a course of Cipro, a tetanus shot and probably a flea and tick dip. It was an absolute blast (except for the vomit smell I am unable to rid my clothing of...I will be burning several items this afternoon).

I am bone-weary tired. And have a stomach distress. As did 2 of my offspring last night. I will spare the details, as I know some of you may eat occasionally and would want that to not be spoiled. Concerned that this may be from the gross-out messy games. I am bone-weary tired. Oh, yes...I said that already. My eyelids may actually be scraping the ground.

And I just found another bag of laundry. I'm afraid to open it. Very afraid...

Monday, June 22, 2009

Hello Mudder, Hello Fodder....

By the time you are reading this, I'm going to be on my way to HERE.

with 34 of my closest young friends (including all 4 of my own offspring), 3 other adult sponsors and a whole pile of other kids and adults who I love, too!

We may do some of this:


Probably some of this:


For sure hang out and practice a little quiet time here:


Worship what this stands for:


And maybe even do a little bit of this:


A little bittersweet, because it's the last time I'll experience camp with this guy as a camper. After this year he'll be a sponsor:



I'll miss my blogging buddies, the comment love and hot showers with no time limits. Most of all, I'll miss this:



I'll be back late Friday...please pray that all going will truly hear from God. Pray for safety, for soft hearts and for the leaders (we are sadly outnumbered)....

I'm OUT!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Where do you put that?

So I have a hairdresser who I will call here Bobbie. Bobbie is probably the best hairdresser I have ever had. He listens to me. He’s honest if he thinks something won’t work on me. He’s fast. He’s reasonably priced. I never have to wait past my appointment time. And I can almost always get an appointment the same week I call, if not the same day. The salon he works at is spotless and pleasant. Bobbie is unabashedly, unashamedly, highly swishily (is that a word?) gay. As in dresses up as a queen for Halloween and is prettier than some women I know. I first started coming to Bobbie to get my hair done when I admired SEVERAL haircuts he had done for one of my youth group girls. Then, talking to her mom, I found out that he does their whole family’s hair. Their whole family has GREAT hair. Then most of my morning ladies’ Bible study group started trickling into him on my recommendation and that of my friend. So, if you count up my family, my son’s girlfriend’s family, and all my friends at church who patronize him, Bobbie has about 12-15 people from my church who are loyal customers.

I went in for a trim yesterday and, making the requisite small talk, asked him how his summer was going.
B: “Oh, not so great. I’m doing a LOT of community service.” Hmm..he’s a nice guy…
Me:”So, is this by choice? Or…?”
B: “Oh no…I have to do 120 hours. But it’s light work. At a church…” I couldn’t-wouldn’t-even-tho’-it-was-eating-me-up-inside ask WHY.“I have to go in at 8 a.m. They’re doing a lot of remodeling. I sweep. Clean up the chalk boards, etc. It’s at ____ Church. It’s not all that bad. Then I have to come here at 11:30 and UGH! I just never have any time anymore. So, my boyfriend and I were going to go to your church last Sunday.”
Me: “Oh, really? That’s great? Why didn’t you?”
B: “Oh, we got up late and were hungry or something…say…the name of your church is Soul something? Rio de Soul? “ (It’s Soul Rio) “Is it a black church? ‘Cuz my boyfriend’s black. He wanted to know.”
Me: “Um..no…not, really. We pretty much have all kinds of people attending. We’re evangelical Christians, non-denominational. You could come this weekend!”
B: “OH NO! We COULDN’T! It’s Gay Pride day…no WAY could me miss THAT!”
Me: “Oh…maybe the next weekend? It’s Father’s Day…”

Just not quite sure where to put that…We’d love to have them. At a place where they could hear the Truth. In Love. Please pray for us, that we can share God’s love with these young men, who so desperately need it.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: Cat and Mouse

Or: Why I don't blog as much as I'd like to....



This is the same little darling named SATAN Sabra that my oldest son found in the dumpster about a month ago....she is ALWAYS into something. And frequently chases my fingers, the mouse and bats at the keyboard while I'm trying to work....

Monday, June 8, 2009

End of an Era, beginning of an Age...




About a week ago, this photo was taken of youngest son.

He is a happy, agreeable, sweet, sweet baby. EVERYBODY loves him.
He has three doting older siblings who do anything to get him to belly laugh.
He winked (on request) at 9 months, loves to snuggle and is his big sister’s best friend and favorite toy. He didn’t walk, however, until he was 17 months old. Seemed he didn’t have to; he would look at an object, a location he wanted to be, or food he wanted to eat, and point and grunt and any of the sibs would be sure to grant his wish. He didn’t see a need to walk when his loyal subjects would grant any wish he had.
Yes, about a week ago. Then I blinked.




Tanner is an amazing artist. He gets this from his dad, not from me. He can pretty much whip the socks off anyone who challenges him in any video game ever developed, and has beaten every song on ‘expert’ on all three versions we have of Guitar Hero. He is very particular about his clothing (jeans MUST be Levi 511 Super Skinny) and his hair (we go to the shop at least once a month). He's funky (next week we're tie-dyeing shirts for camp...he wants to do pants, too). He wears socks ALL the time, unless he's showering or swimming. He’s saved up (from odd jobs like $1 a day walking dogs and birthday money) about 90% of what he needs to buy himself a laptop. He holds my heart in the palm of his hand.

On Saturday he turned 13.

I am now ‘officially’ the mother of four teenagers. The guy who does my hair told me that it’s an old wives’ tale that if you pluck a grey hair, two more will grow in it’s place. He did warn me against plucking, however. Seems he’s afraid I’ll go bald….