Are you waking up at 4 am to watch the Royal Wedding? Are you dying to know what Kate's dress will look like? Or are you so sick of the hoopla, you could puke?

I for one am DVR-ing it & watching it at my leisure. If I had a daughter, I might let her stay home from school & watch it with me. Alas, it will be me & Jude arguing over the fact that the TV is on and its not on Cars Movie or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I'm certain, he will be unenthusiastic about the picnic of scones with Devonshire cream & tea I will have prepared.

Should we really care about this extravaganza? Just some snooty British people putting the pomp in the own circumstance, right? I'll tell you why I'm in to it & why I think you should be too...

Reading the bible, we are inundated with history & imagery of royalty, courts, kingdom, robes, rings, glory, crowns, banners, flags, thrones, throne rooms, majesty, armor, gates, wars for territory, courtyards, our Lord, our Prince, and, of course, our KING.

Just doing a quick bible search, these are the word counts for both the old & new testament from the New American Standard...

Court...mentioned 157 times,
Crown...mentioned 71 times,
Throne...mentioned 129 times,
Prince...mentioned 179 times,
Palace...mentioned 56 times,
Kingdom...mentioned 357 times,
Robe...mentioned 70 times,
and King...mentioned 2597 times!

I love this verse from Esther, it is FULL of these words: "Now it came about on the third day that Esther put on her royal robes and stood in the inner court of the king's palace in front of the king's rooms, and the king was sitting on his royal throne in the throne room, opposite the entrance to the palace."

Now, I do realize that not all of the above words are directly referring to Jesus. But, King David, an earthly king, relates his own courts to those of the Father. And, what about the apostle John's account of the Heavenly throne room in Revelation 3-7? I mean, wow.

Just the other night at church, we had a guest speaker for our Resurrection Week. He was talking about extravagance. He taught out of Mark 14, when Mary of Bethany anointed Jesus with oil (possibly her inheritance or dowry). The disciples scolded her for wasting something so costly, and Jesus told them "leave her alone, she understands, she gets it". Verse 8 & 9 say, "She has done what she could; she has anointed My body beforehand for the burial. Truly I say to you, wherever the gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be spoken of in memory of her." The pastor said "it's only extravagance if you don't understand it."

This made me think of the wedding coverage of William & Kate. It does certainly seem extravagant. (How many children in the un-fabulous places of England could be fed with the cost of Kate's dress?) Because I don't quite understand, it does seem to be all a bit much. BUT, stick with me here, what if we just watch it to get a glimpse of what royalty is like? Certainly, we all know that some of the things we see here on earth may help us better understand these elements in the bible. To me, it's the same as reading a book like "The Other Boleyn Girl". Obviously, not a Christian book, but I cannot deny the connections made in my own mind of an earthy monarchy and our true Heavenly one.

I wish I lived near my niece (Maine sucks). If I did, I would invite her to spend the night & get up early to watch the wedding. I would talk about royalty & what it means to be a bride. I would tell her to imagine what it would be like to be the princess...waiting for her prince to come. What does it really mean to be the daughter of THE King? Beloved of the Prince? Adopted into all the splendor and authority of royalty?

I recently took a hiatus from the gym. Admittedly, this does not take much for me. I can usually come up with a reasonable sounding excuse to skip a workout, even if I'm just telling it to myself. However, I was experiencing excruciating pain in my right knee. I couldn't walk up and down stairs without wincing. I finally went to the doctor when it hurt to pick up my foot from the gas pedal to the break pedal. Much to my relief, I was not given a referral to a orthopedic surgeon. He told me it was bursitis. He suggested Aleve for two weeks & then maybe some Osteo-Biflex.

Um, what? Isn't that for old people? Great. First my hairstylist, now this guy. I'm about four highlights away from needing all over gray coverage and now I'll be taking long leisurely strolls in matchy-matchy Walmart sweatsuits...like those old folk joint commercials.

Enter Wacky Abi. My sister does some investigating for me. (She already has me taking garlic pills once a day, which she claims all thirty-somethings should be doing...research this yourself.)
She told me the craziest thing...soak raisins in gin and then eat nine a day. Huh? She thought it was too wierd to tell me so she waited until it was confirmed at her knitting circle. Perfect. Then I Googled it and found lots of other wackadoos out there doing it so I thought I'd give it a try.

I bought two small bags of organic raisins...have to be golden. Then I made my mom go with me to the liquor store. (I make her go with me everywhere. She is perfect for situations like this. If she doesn't know what to do, she will figure it out.) So, I've never really been to the liquor store. I buy wine at the grocery store...it seems less intimidating. All I could think about was Carol Burnett singing about bathtub gin in "Annie." I don't know...maybe this old Baptist girl has issues...another day, another blog.


Ok, so we walk in and I literally said "where is the gin section?" This very kind older lady pointed me in the right direction. She stood quite close to me; I suppose I looked like I didn't know what I was doing. They had an unbelievable array of gins to choose from. I finally looked at her and said "you're gonna think I'm crazy, but could you suggest a gin to soak raisins in?" She replied "oh, for joint health?" Wow. Ok. She told me she has (and I quote) "senior citizens" who come in twice a year to buy gin for their raisins.

So, I came home, soaked my raisins as instructed by Abi. My house smelled like a saloon for a week. Ick. I tried the raisins a few times before they were ready and I felt like I was eating fingernail polish remover. After seven days, I began eating nine a day. I can't really taste the gin anymore and I can't really tell if they are working or not, but I'm going to keep doing it. My knee has been so much better after the week and a half of Aleve regimen. I am hopeful the raisins will keep me going. After a week back at the gym, I actually ran today. Not long, not fast, but I was running.

Brad thinks I'm totally nuts, but then...foxnews.com had an article about gin-soaked raisins this week! I couldn't believe it. Click here to read it!

We'll see how it goes. I also recently read that pineapple is good for joint health and lower back pain...hmmm.

I promise...
...not to apologize by constantly wearing the same baseball cap, tennis shoes, & jeans.
...to have bottles of water in the garage, in the fridge, in the car, in my purse.
...to wear sunscreen so I don't burn my nose, ONE forearm, & ONE side of my face.
...to bring prepackaged healthy snacks to avoid the Snack Shack.
...not to be embarrassed by my three goofy homemade fleecy stadium blankets.
...to do my best not to show up late to places & events with dirt in my ears.
...to do my best to yell more encouragement & less instruction. (Per Brad)
...not ask you to buy an overpriced candle that you may or may not like, which you may or may not need, which you may or may not ever use.
...not to grumble when walking from the dirt parking lot with 3 lawn chairs, 3 blankets, bats, batting helmets, purse and a huge bag with aforementioned bottles of water, peanuts, & snacks to the correct field.
...to check the schedule so I don't show up at Jack's game with John decked out and ready to play. (like last year)

John is a Philly! Jack is a Royal! I love baseball season!

Yesterday was my birthday. Today is my paternal grandmother's birthday. In 35 years, over half of them we have celebrated together. She went home to be with our Lord last May at age 91. I miss her so. The following is the letter I wrote last year & the pastor read at her funeral.

To my Annedear,

I love you and I already miss hearing you say “hi, darlin’” when I walk in the room. It is hard to put into words the impact you have had on my life. I have watched you walk in grace and dignity and consistently point out the beauty around you. You treated me with such love and I have always known you were proud of me. I praise God for you and your legacy of grace.

I want to thank you for helping me know my Granddad. Even though he had already been with the Lord for two years by the time I came along--I know him. I know funny little details about him because of how you talked about him. Your love for him was so deep and so evident in the countless sentences you started with “George this" or "George that…”. I can remember the time you bought yourself a gold anniversary bracelet. You said “George would have bought me this”. I loved getting to know my precious and precocious Granddad through your eyes. You taught me to soak up every moment of marriage and not take any for granted.

I want to thank you for agreeing to make the long trip down to College Station my senior year at A&M for Thanksgiving. I loved walking around campus with you and listening to you point out every flower and tree by name. I was amazed when you knew the names of the older buildings and pointed out your dorm room window that you lived in during the 40’s. You showed me where you picked the flowers that you pressed into Granddad’s yearbook I felt so connected to you and Granddad during my time at A&M and was honored to continue your legacy there.

I am thankful for the time God gave us during the morning of Aunt Suzi’s funeral. Over the years I have heard you tell one crazy story after another about my dad as a child and teen, but on this particular morning we spent about two hours talking about your beloved daughters. I learned more about my Aunt Sharon and Aunt Suzi that morning than ever before. I loved listening to you talk about them with such love and warmth.

In the most recent years, I am thankful for our morning visits. I loved sitting and talking about my Granddad, or my dad or my sons, always making comparisons between them. Sometimes not talking, just holding hands and knowing there was so much love between us, nothing really needed to be said. I love watching you roll your eyes at your caretaker when she would ask if you wanted an ice cube for your Chai latte. She didn’t know that I always ordered yours extra hot.

Sitting in hospice this past week, I couldn’t help but picture you in Heaven. I have of course imagined your reunion with Granddad, Sharon, Suzi, Aunt Ma, Uncle Thad and countless others. But, mostly I imagine your surprised face when you see the immense beauty around you, colors you have never seen, music notes you have never heard, and flowers even you, yes you, have never even imagined.

I love you and I will miss you, but I will make sure my children and grandchildren know who you are. AND, of course, I will continue to start many sentences with “My Annedear this" and "my Annedear that…”

My dear friend Sunny Kaye gave me this recipe. She brought it to a recent Women's Retreat & I kept nibbling on it all weekend. I saw her leaving with the empty pan & said "hey! I want that recipe." She said "no you don't...it's dangerous." Well, ok. Then she emailed me the recipe a few days later with the words "I share this with warning". Yikes. Scary.

I changed her recipe up a little bit, but it's gooey-chocolatey-peanutty goodness was gone within days...yes, dangerous, indeed.

Sunny's Treats
Layer 1: One package peanut butter cookie mix prepared accordingly. Press into ungreased 9x13 pan. Bake until golden. Cool COMPLETELY.
Layer 2: One small jar of Marshmallow Cream spread evenly.
Layer 3: Melt 2 cups Chocolate Chips & 1 cup of peanut butter in the microwave. Mix in 3 cups of Rice Crispies. Spread over top.
Cool completely in refrigerator, cut into squares to serve.

My change-ups...
Layer 1: Add 4 to 6 Tablespoons flax seed meal to cookie mix.
Layer 2: Same...I mean, seriously, don't mess with Marshmallow & DON'T use generic...ick, made that mistake before with another recipe.
Layer 3: Use dark chocolate chips & add 3 cups organic quick oats instead of crispies.

Don't say I didn't warn you...

"For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands." Is 55:12

Our pastor has just finished preaching a series about "the things God cannot do". I think I referenced it below. Anyway, the truth that has stuck out the most for me is "God cannot love me any more or any less than He does today". I mean, I get this. It makes sense...His grace is not on a sliding scale. I cannot earn more of His love by works, nor can He love me less because of my sin. This unconditional love is His character. Why do we think differently? I see this mostly in new Christians or lost people that I talk to. "His love/grace is different for you because you are a good person". I actually said these words to a friend lately: "do you want to get into a pissing contest over who has worse junk in their past?" The same blood that covers my sin can cover yours...whatever that sin is...yesterday, today & tomorrow. The mountain He moved for me is no smaller than the mountain He can move for you.

I thought about this unconditional love just the other day when Jude Henry's Mother's Day Out teacher caught me in the hallway & gave me a blow-by-blow about how he had smacked some kid in his class. I have learned this year that this teacher is somewhat dramatic and loves to talk and (ugh) give advice. My attitude with her is NOT the best...most of the time I am thinking "look, lady, he is my third boy, he is rough, do whatever you have to do to discipline him, just let me have my MDO in peace." It is hard for me to not roll my eyes...Lord, forgive me...I'm rude.

1) Jude was "bad" that day, and 2) I was sick of hearing about it in the middle of the church hallway. Do I love Jude any less because he beat the crap out of some kid? Do I love him less because his poor choices are a reflection on me? Absolutely not. I couldn't love that baby boy more or less if I tried. My love for him has been the same since I found out he was growing inside me. My love for him is immeasurable and always will be. I think God's love is exactly like this. The bible says that we can grieve the Spirit when we sin, but does He love us less? Our pastor has said that God cannot be disappointed, because He already knows what our choices will be. Even knowing that I am about to be disobedient, He loves me the same.

Brad and I both have loved the verse in James that says "every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights who does not change like shifting shadows." Praise the Lord because He cannot change. He loves me (AND you) period.

(Brad would like it noted that "pissing contest" is not ladylike language. I know, I know...just trying to keep it real. Sorry Honey, from now on I will only refer to said contests when referring to bathroom clean-ups.)