There is a lot I could blog about today.

However, my heart is now swelling at the fact that I have a new little six year old friend, Jhon, that I have the privilege of sponsoring through Compassion International.

Since January I've had a tug on my heart to be a sponsor, but honestly, have just been really lazy about actually getting it done. Seems to be the story of my life! Pitiful.

But, after reading about all of the Compassion stories from India this past week, I couldn't wait one more second. I've been searching through those precious faces all week and hadn't found a child yet (because it is so overwhelming how many there actually are) but today finally came across sweet little Jhon, who not only has my birthday, and also spells his name differently like me, but also has been waiting for a sponsor for longer than six months.

Heart. Breaking. Now.

It was so urgent that there was a little heart by his name. He needed a sponsor, and quick.

I had been praying the Lord would help me find a child, because I just couldn't choose one on my own since I'm the worlds worst decision maker, and when I saw his face my heart immediately started beating fast and I thought, how could I not sponsor him? He's been waiting so long.

Now, I'll be anxiously awaiting for his packet to get to me so I can learn more about him. I also can't wait to send him his first letter and tell him that he has indeed, not been forgotten and is dearly loved.

In the meantime, I'll be praying for my own selfish, hard heart and that it would become one of true compassion.

What was supposed to be a quick stop at Wal-Mart this afternoon after work, turned into a two hour lock-down.

Little did I know that before entering Wal-Mart, the storm of the century was making it’s way towards Houston. Yes, it had been raining, but nothing just terribly awful. So I went ahead with my trip thinking I’d be home soon enough to make it to Jazzercise and if in fact it did decide to rain, I wouldn’t be out in the mess.

Well, about 30 minutes into my trip as I was making my way to check out, I heard the awful rain just coming down. That’s when I happen to smell rain, literally, and when I turned the corner I literally saw my life pass before my eyes. The storm was seriously awful. I mean, green, dark, sideways rain, you name it, it was happening. And the doors of Wal-Mart were wide open for everyone and there mom’s to get sucked out. I still don’t understand that part of my evening. I, for one, like to keep my doors shut during torrential downpours, but I guess they have better tactics. Hence why I could smell the rain.

At that point I got a little nervous because what if a tornado really was on it’s way? Just for the record, we were under a tornado watch. I just knew, though, that if something were to go down, the Wal-Mart employees would handle everything with utmost dignity and tell all of us what to do in the case of a weather emergency. I pictured it all in my head, all 50 of us laying on the floor covering our heads.

Just like they teach you in Elementary school during the tornado drills.

However, it didn’t really go down like that.

In all reality, I called my mother every 15 minutes to update her on my status, which never changed, by the way and we all stood in Wal-Mart like a bunch of folks having not a fat clue what to do.

I think I told everyone that passed me how nervous I was and I didn’t plan on leaving until everything was calm.

They all just nodded and went their own way. That’s okay, though. I’m just the crazy, freaked out one with a fear of anything that resembles tornadoes.

After about another 30 minutes of waiting, the storm was still hitting full force, so I decided to at least check out and then sit and wait by the doors like the rest of the dummies. (I mean really y’all, would you wait by the door in that kind of storm? It’s just not safe in my humble opinion. And I say that with much respect.)

However, on the way to check out, this home girl was the only dummy in the store because the power went out. No lights. No air conditioning. Completely out.

Yup.

Stuck in Wal-Mart for good, and I hadn’t purchased one stinkin’ thing.

Fortunately, they got a few of the registers working and so we all waited in some very long lines to check out.

While checking out, I did what every girl would do in a frightening situation, I bought myself the latest edition of People Magazine and a cup, yes cup, of Oreos, than after checking out made myself at home on the Wal-Mart floor.

I kind of felt like I was in the move, Home Is Where the Heart Is, minus actually having a baby in the store. Specifically, Wal-Mart.

Finally, after two hours, many texts to friends telling them my drama, some phone calls, and finally a sense of normalcy outside, I braved the weather, had the homedude manually open the door for me and ran to my car laughing so hard all the way.

All by myself.

And I got so wet.

There really is just nothing like April downpours. Or being stuck in a Wal-Mart with no electricity during a mini-hurricane. Really, there isn't.

That was the theme of my weekend.

On the go, full of activity, action-packed and an absolute blast.

Friday afternoon before my action-packed weekend officially started, I enjoyed a lovely lunch with my friend Allison at Newk’s. I am convinced that Newk’s is my new favorite café’. How in the world did my brother work next door to this fabulous place for quite some time and I never enjoyed it? That is just wrong. Anyway, we had a great time for two hours! She is just so fun to be around. And encourages this young lad more than she knows. I’m pretty sure I want to be her when I grow up!

After work Friday evening my Mom had a MOPS event she had to be at, so my Dad and I had a date at Pappasito’s. Chips and queso and fajitas were in order so I was one happy, and lucky, girl. We got back home just in time for the weather to get pretty gross, so it was perfect timing. After dinner we just chilled at home because I was pooped. Last week was also an action-packed week, in which I was gone every night of the week, so it was nice to just relax. All in all, it was a very nice evening.

Saturday we all got up and I was all domestic and made cinnamon rolls.

Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, that is, but nonetheless, they were tasty.

Once we were all showered, my mom, dad and I took and impromptu trip to College Station to see the littlest Eddy. After our minor detour, we finally made it, picked up Kevyn and went to Rudy’s BBQ for lunch. It was very tasty! I embarrassed my family by asking the guy right next to me what he ordered because it looked really good, and by golly, that chopped BBQ sandwich did not disappoint. After lunch we went and hung out at his apartment for a bit so that I could see it and then once our food settled was settled, and we were no longer feeling pregnant because of the amount of food we ate, we went and picked up Kev’s friend, Jane and took her to Ben and Jerry’s with us! It was simply delightful.

We got home that evening and I hopped straight in my car to run a few errands that I had planned on doing that day, but the impromptu trip postponed them. Needless to say, it was a great day but I slept very well last night.

I think the world of Moon Pies. Truly. I have put them on a pedestal. I idolize them. I simply love Moon Pies.

With that said, you can imagine my surprise and joy this morning when I read Miss Beth's story about Moon Pies. Absolutely hilarious, and one that I could totally relate to!

The truth is, Moon Pies are hard to come by now days, so when I have the opportunity to purchase one at a gas station, I am just elated. For some reason, gas station Moon Pies are the best! I would love to say they're fresh at that sweet Valero, but I'm not so sure about that.

So, in honor of the Moore's, you know, because we're on a last name basis, I will recount to you my recent story about Moon Pies, complete with pictures, that I had every intention of blogging about a few months ago, but just never got around to it. (Kind of like the time I wanted to blog about the chicken nuggets I got to eat at least once a month in my old elementary cafeteria during student teaching, but just never did. However, know that I love the chicken nuggets from school. And I didn't just used to, I still do.)

Anyway, back in January, Sally asked me if I could take a day road trip with she and the boys to College Station. Since we all clearly know that I love Sally and her boys like they are my own, I accepted the plea and off we went. (Little did I know it was just the pre-trip as I would venture with them to Kentucky just a few short months later!)

After a few hours in College Station, before we got back on the road to head home, we stopped to get some gas and a goodies to munch on.

We didn't munch on the gas, just the goodies.

So, while Sally pumped the gas, I went inside and purchased my frappuccino and my Chocolate Moon Pie.

Once I returned to the car with the snack of champions, Sally took Jude in so they could pick their snack while I waited in the car with Brennan.

Mind you, neither of them had seen what I purchased since it was in the handy white plastic bag.

So, I was shocked when they arrived back at the car, only to see that Mr. Jude had also picked out a Chocolate Moon Pie.

Seriously, folks, I chose the same snack as a two and a half year old. It really shows my maturity.

Sally just got her self some good ole' gas station coffee, and once we were all buckled in and situated, we got back on the road all gleeful with our Moon Pies and coffee.

That is until Jude got it all over himself , was completely over it and had enough of the Moon Pie. For him, the joy only lasted so long, in which I was tempted to eat the rest of his, but my self-control took over and I did not consume two Moon Pies in one car ride. Go me!

Today has been quite the eventful day.

It started out this morning with an appreciation coffee bar at work for the administration assistants that was delicious. Seriously, my Vanilla Latte tasted almost exactly like Starbucks and friends, that is swell.

After coffee and a staff meeting, my bosses treated me and our other assistant to a lunch at Red Robin. It has been far to long since I've had a juicy burger or bottomless fries from there, so it definitely hit the spot! We had a grand ole' time.

Tonight we actually didn't have any youth activities because our building is currently being used for some other things at the church, so I treated myself to a Singles Bible Study. Yes ma'am, I did. And as awkward as it might have been at first, I did enjoy myself, the Word taught, and felt like the "normal" single girl for once. Lest you be fooled that I did this daunting task on my own, rest assured, I took my sweet friend Allison with me and we had a great time! I think I whispered to her about fifty-million times how thankful I was that she was there with me. Seriously, those single groups are quite intimidating. Especially if you are by yourself!

And because I know you're wondering, yes, there were many cute boys there.

Moving on, before I left for Bible Study tonight, my Mom had been watering the plants outside and came in screaming that there was a snake in the plant. Bless, y'all, if anybody has a major phobia of snakes, it is my mother. She gets nauseous at the picture of one on T.V. No joke! So, I quickly ran to her rescue and took a picture. Because sister here honestly isn't anymore brave with the reptiles. We're just not BFF, and that's how it should be. Both of us had to leave, so after calling my Dad who isn't even in Texas at the moment, we decided to leave it and go our separate ways.

But y'all, tonight as I was looking at the pictures, which made my stomach turn, mind you, I saw that this crafty little reptile had feet. Insert nausea here.

Seriously? Is this a lizard? A skink? A snake confused at birth? A snake that got mixed up with a lizard and is now a snazard? Slizard? What is this thing? Whatever it is, I think it is having a little bit of an identity crisis.

Whatever it is, I am officially grossed out.

He thought he was all cute visiting on Earth Day, but he doesn't realize that he chose the wrong front porch. Sorry, slizard, we're not that fond of you. Besides, who are you? What are you?

When I got home from Bible Study, I realized I had yet to eat dinner, so I decided to make myself a quick Sausage Egg McMuffin. Homemade, of course. Well, I happen to have this little contraption that hard boils eggs in the microwave in a matter of 55 seconds. If you feel the need to invest in this egg making contraption, I'd be happy to tell you where I got it, just let me know.

So, back to the egg.

You are supposed to crack the egg in the contraption, puncture the egg, then microwave it. Normally it does do a little "dance" in the microwave that highly entertains us all, but tonight, it went all crazy and popped open in the microwave when there was one second left, leaving egg everywhere. I laughed so hard, because prior to my egg mishap, the sausage had just exploded all over the microwave as well. It was a hott mess. And by hott, I mean steaming.

Needless to say, the microwave was completely against me tonight.

As was my attempt at "cooking!"

I quickly recovered what I could, enjoyed my homemade Egg McMuffin, and then had a date with 409.

Happy Earth day, folks! Hope yours was as eventful as mine!

About a week ago on the All Access Lifeway Blog, Sophie (aka BooMama) blogged about the people that have deeply shaped and impacted her life. As I read that particular post, I couldn’t help but mentally make a list in my mind of the people that I absolutely love to pieces and adore that have in some way, shape or form made an impact on my life. I am truly blessed by the community of family and friends that the Lord has placed me in in all the different seasons of life and feel the undeniable need to brag on them to you. I don’t have a husband or children to do this to, so this is the next best thing. Without further ado, please indulge me while I brag on my amazing peeps.

First, there is my superb, precious family that I love to pieces. I may not always be the best daughter or sister or show them how much I love them, but I do. Of course I do! They’re my family. Despite my deafening scream at Brien after he finally would push my last patient button (and I’m a pretty patient person) when we were younger, I’m happy to announce that the three of us have a marvelous fun time together. To say that we entertain each other would be an understatement! We laugh a ton and thoroughly enjoy each other’s company. It’s so comical as we’ve grown up to see what characteristics we get from our parents, and quite frightening I might add! We are becoming them. Plus, my parents have put up with me for a year now after college. Bless them, I can only imagine how annoying I can be at times. And I can’t forget my extended family! They’re all in Colorado so we miss them in a heartfelt way, but every chance we get that we can be with them is that much sweeter. They are simply the best.

Next I have my three BFF’s Jennifer, Joanna and Sally. How could I not mention them? They are my heartbeat. Jennifer, Sally and I actually all grew up together, but the minute Joanna joined us that fateful Junior year in High School, she instantly “fit in!” We like to think that she,too was apart of our childhood. The truth is, besides my family, these three know me better than anybody else. They know my struggles, fears, what makes me laugh uncontrollably, what makes me tick, my favorite food and everything in between. They have the permission to set me straight when I need it and may not know. These are “my girls!” They are all married now, and I had the absolute privilege of standing by them during their weddings, but I utterly adore and approve of each of their husbands. Their husbands each have different godly characteristics that have set the stage, and the standard, for my future husband.

Unfortunately, two of them don’t live in Texas, which makes me miss them terribly and more than they know, but I love watching where the Lord leads them and what He does in each of their lives. It is inspiring to me! Since Jen is here (thankfully her husband moved her back to Texas, PTL!) we together wallow in our self-pity of missing them. And did I mention these are my Girl’s Weekend girls?! Oh yes, we’re going on year four. Get excited for Girl’s Weekend ‘09! I love them dearly. (Did I mention that their families are like mine? I have three sets of parents besides my own. Some might hate that, but I love it since I absolutely love them!) Needless to say, these girls are the sisters I never had.

Following we have Claire. Oh, my precious, tall friend, Claire. I am so very grateful for this girl and what she has meant to me over the years. We’ve known each other since 5th grade but got pretty close in High School and then even more so through college. She is most likely the sweetest, most caring, genuine person you will ever meet and would likely never hurt a fly. Her sweetness rubs off and is so contagious, which is exactly what I love about her. Soon we will be roommates and I can’t wait. Long story short, her husband is getting deployed, so I am moving in. It will be so good for the both of us and I can only imagine the fun times and laughs we’ll have. I love this girl like I love chocolate cake. Which is a good thing because homegirl bakes a mean anything.

We had such a fabulous Easter. It started out pretty gloomy and stormy and we literally walked into church right before the downpour came, which I was thankful for because my hair could not have handled the rain and humidity. The humidity already does enough damage to one girl's do.

Everything about our church service was just great. And lo and behold, we sang Worthy Is the Lamb. I was beside myself joyful! I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that song on my blog almost every Easter. It is most definitely a favorite! My parents both serve in the worship ministry so they were at all the services, and my older brother was flooded in for the morning at his house, so me and Kev enjoyed the last service together with lots of dear friends. However, it was so crowded they had to bring in more chairs! Praise the Lord! Not only that, about 50 folks raised their hand at the end of the service to respond to Christ. It sent chill bumps up my body! Still does!

After church we hosted the Gibson's, Nelson's, Crocker's and our sweet friend Jessie at our house. Unfortunately, we didn't do our normal holiday gathering with the Snow's, so we missed them, but still had a great day.

At lunch the sun decided to make an appearance and it was gorgeous! We got to enjoy a lot of the day outside, while the boys sat inside and watched golf, which was nice since we were under a tornado watch prior to the sun's arrival. (And even when the sun did come out, we were still under the watch. Makes no sense!)

That evening I left a house full of folks and headed to HFBC. Both services I went to, my church and HFBC, had a choir and orchestra. I know that's not really the "in" thing right now, contemporary is definitely taking the lead, but occasionally I miss the traditional worship style. Please don't hear me complaining at all about our worship, I love contemporary just as much as I love traditional, I guess just every now and then I really enjoy the mixture, which is exactly what it was a both services!

It was so encouraging to hear two entirely different sermons, yet two completely encouraging sermons each on the Resurrection and the importance of the Cross. One on fear and one on doubt. So relative to our culture right now. I love our Pastor Dave Gibson and I love Pastor Gregg Matte. Each of them are gifted teachers so I was doubly blessed yesterday! (Is "doubly" even a word? If not, it is now according to Lindsee Lou.)

Last night I tried to watch Swing Vote, but conked out before it ended. I was exhausted from the weekend!

Today instead of going to work, I took a retreat day. One thing I love about being on staff at my church is that we are encouraged to take one retreat day a month. To be completely honest, since I've been on staff since last May, I have taken one retreat day. I just kind of forget and there is a lot to do so I feel guilty, but, at my young age I don't want to burn out tomorrow. Burn out is so common among ministry workers and I'd rather not be a statistic!

So, I took me, myself and I, along with my bible and iPod to The Woodlands for the day after sleeping in bit. I'd been at church every day last week till about 10:00 p.m. on a few nights, so to say that I thoroughly enjoyed this day of refreshment and rest is a complete understatement. After grabbing a quick lunch at Raising Canes, I made my way over to Starbucks where I sat outside for about four hours. It was the perfect day to do just that because of the awesome weather. I'll take full advantage of any good weather day because come June, all hopes of sitting outside for that long are slim to none unless I want to melt. I had the sweetest time with the Lord and am now ready to attack this week with a fresh, positive, revitalized attitude.

Why don't I do that more often? I really need to make that a habit.

I'll be completely honest and tell you that days like these are days that I am so thankful for the job I have. A job that encourages me to take a day with the Lord and just renew. A job where your relationship with the Lord is top priority. It's also days like these that I am so thankful I am single. Gasp! I don't have any other person to worry about telling all my plans to, or worry about if I am having to get kids anywhere, or make dinner for anyone. I know that may sound so selfish, but I am soaking it up! I am truly so blessed.

Well folks, on that note, I'll leave you with a few pictures, then this homegirl is off to bed. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend and that you too will set apart time to spend with Jesus. I promise it does the soul, and body, good!

This week has been nothing short of crazy and I think it is Satan trying to distract me from reflecting on what this week really means, and what a Holy week it is. Because it is indeed, a Holy week. However, I am determined, determined, to not give him a foothold or even a bad attitude today.

The whole week started with me getting into town with no luggage. In all honesty, I wasn't that worried by it, but I think it just started off the week with a distracted mindset.

Then, I got to work on Tuesday only to hear that JJ would not be coming into work because (long story short) late Monday night his wife, Anna, got up to help their daughter who had an upset stomach and in the mean time passed out. So, this whole week JJ has been home taking care of her, traveling from appointment to appointment, MRI after MRI all to find out that Anna has a broken jaw from the fall and a fractured neck. She is having surgery this coming Monday on her jaw to fix that, and it will have to wired shut for 2 - 3 weeks. Talk about inconvenient! The neck fracture doesn't require any surgery, Praise the Lord, but it does require a neck brace and medication for everything to heal correctly. I know they would so appreciate your prayers during this time. They are also still trying to figure out the cause of her passing out, but are still not sure why.

In the meantime, our Student Ministry is putting on the Jesus Experience this weekend for our whole church, and so the rest of the youth staff has been working on that all week to get it ready. It is basically an interactive walk through the last days of Jesus' life. None of us have actually done it besides JJ, so it has been a challenge. Thankfully, we've had some volunteers step up and really help out which David and I have been so grateful for. It got kicked off last night, and so far everyone that has gone through it, has really enjoyed it and said it was a neat experience. I am hoping to go through it myself sometime, too, when everything slows down.

On top of that, Wednesday morning I woke up to find a very deflated tire, so I took it to Nissan (because my tire light was on, too) only to find out that I had two nails in my tire. Sweet. I'm not sure if I ever blogged about it, but back in January, in a different tire, I had another nail that was not patchable so I spent more money than I would have ever liked too, and this time, yet again, it wasn't fixable, so I dropped some more money like it was hot. I mean, y'all, who gets three nails in a matter of three months in their tires? I've really tried to have a positive attitude about spending so much money on two tires, but it's just hard because a tire is probably the least fun thing you can buy if you're going to spend such a large sum of money. And come to find out, the Rouge has special, more expensive tires than most Nissan cars. I never knew. (Next time I am going to Discount Tire, hoping my tires there are a wee bit cheaper. But really, am hoping their isn't a next time any time soon!)

Wednesday night since JJ clearly wasn't going to be at church, I was the default teacher. Now, he did text me Monday morning to see if I could teach anyway, because he was supposed to be a different meeting and I told him yes, but Monday morning I was still in Kentucky, so I wasn't really able to start preparing until Tuesday. Then on Tuesday I ended up having to do more for the Jesus Experience so I wasn't really able to prepare until Wednesday. It really stressed me out that I spent most of the morning dealing with my car when I could have been studying and preparing. However, I finally got to work, was able to get a few things done, and then had time to prepare. The most frightening thing for me was that this would be my first time to teach to the larger group. I am more used to the smaller group setting! The Lord had a lot of grace and I think it all went over well. Praise Him! We stayed much later than normal on Wednesday night to set up for the Jesus Experience, so I was on pooped girl when I got home. And one happy girl because my bed was calling my name.

Thursday I met up with Debra for lunch and it was such a fun time. We went to HB Japenese Steak House and chatted away while our chef cooked lunch right in front of us! I always love Hibachi steak houses, and this one did not disappoint. Debra is so sweet and encouraging! It was so good to hear more of her ministry experiences and really relate. Good times. (And for those of you wondering, HB stands for Happy Budda. Yeah, I knew you'd want to know!)

After lunch I spent most of the day back at work and am about to head up there again right now to help with the Jesus Experience. (It started yesterday and ends tomorrow!)

I know all of that sounds so petty, but it's just the little stresses that add up to distract me from what this week should really be about. And that is exactly what Satan wants!

All that to say, I am so glad Easter Weekend is finally here. I've always loved Easter, but am especially excited and feel so privileged that I get to celebrate a RISEN Savior this Sunday. It may sound morbid, but I love reflecting on His death this day so that on Sunday, I can truly reflect on Him being ALIVE! He conquered the grave. Amen! I love this song, and I love that is says "Thank you!" over and over again, but personally, I feel like "Thank you!" is so not enough. I know I have nothing to give Him that will ever repay Him, but, He does ask for my life. And frankly, He deserves it for what He did. Worthy is the Lamb!

Thursday while on our long trek to Kentucky, Sally and I clearly had more than enough chatting time, and chat we did. It was so good for my soul because I was really needing some good heart to heart conversation.

I'm not sure at what point in our conversation Ephesians 3:20 came up, but it did and at that moment I expressed to her my love for that verse. (I mean, it's only been my mantra for this blog since I started it. Just look under my name!) Quickly thereafter, however, I then expressed to her that as much as I do love this verse, it's so hard for me to believe because quite frankly, I don't deserve the "more than you can imagine" part.

After I confessed to her that I don't believe it will happen because I don't deserve it, she quickly and so matter of factly responded with, "Well, you just need to get over that!"

Ouch.

But quite honestly, I do need to get over it. Because I'll either believe it and watch the "more than I can imagine" play out in my life, or I can choose not to believe it, and miss out on what He has for me, which is obviously more than I can imagine. He knows first and foremost when I don't have a believing heart.

I so badly want to be someone that does believe that with all my heart but at the same time not forget the grace he has so lavishly poured out on my life.

Because truly, I don't deserve more than I can imagine. Not one bit. But, it is because of His grace that He gives me more than I can imagine, whether I deserve it or not. And that, sweet friends, just astounds me. I'll never understand His love for me. Or His grace in my life. But, I'll so sweetly and humbly receive it.

So, I'm getting over it.

Tonight.

I'm going to believe Him for more than I can imagine. And receive it with a grateful heart.

He does give us His best, and we think it is so much better than anything we could have conjured up on our own.

I'm going to believe Him, even when I don't deserve it.

Glory to God!

"God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us." Ephesians 3:20 (The Message)

I'm not sure how many of you are fans of the comedian Brian Regan, but here at the Eddy household he is quoted nearly everyday. Homedude is a staple at our house. In fact, my boss JJ has a special ring tone for me and my "little" brother for when we call and it is one of Brian Regan's routines. So funny, yet so sad at the same time!

Anyway, he has this one routine that is called "You Too!" and it is gut wrenching hilarious and so incredibly true and realistic. It's all about saying the right thing at the wrong time. He basically talks about the fact that if someone were to tell us, "Have a great day!" our natural inclination is to say right back to them, "You Too!" However, that doesn't always work. Like say for instance every time I'm in the airport, like today, and the lady at the ticket counter tells me to have a great flight and I say back to her, "You Too!" instead of "Thanks!" Or, like the time I ordered Starbucks at the airport and the barista also told me to have a good flight and yet again, I told him, "You Too!" Of course, in my awkward self I always look back and go, "Never mind, I know you're not flying!" And we both laugh and they say that it happens all the time. I'm not sure if it really does happen all the time, or if they're just comforting me and my stupid ways, but either way, I'm glad most people misuse that phrase. But, according to Brian Reagan, it does happen all them time and I think he's on to something. If it hasn't happened to you, just humor me.

All that to say that I laughed at myself tonight as I got home from Kentucky and reviewed my traveling day. So much so, that I feel inclined to share it with you.

1) As stated earlier, I tend to use the phrase, "You too!" at the wrong moments. This is something I seriously need to work on! Just because you"re at the airport doesn't mean every person is getting on an airplane to fly elsewhere. "Thank you!" would suffice and not make for as many awkward moments.

2) Sky Mall is by far one of the most intriguing magazines ever. I mean, really y'all, have you seen some of the gadgets they sell? And why is it that in my 23 years of traveling experience I never knew you could take that seat pocket magazine home with you? I never knew. I about snuck it into my bag tonight, but then realized that skymall.com would suffice. Plus, I thought it would be sneaky to steal it, but it's not sneaky or stolen when they offer it to you promising they'll replace the one you stole. I'm such a rebel. A rebel that doesn't follow through.

3) Speaking of magazines, I bought four today for my travels home. Four. That is four on top of the twenty-something books I already had in my carry-on. I even told Sally when she dropped me off that I probably wouldn't buy one because I had enough books, and then I went all crazy with no self-control and bought four. I read two. But seriously, with an indecisive personality like me, and a little amount of time to choose between four, you either get all or none. I got all.

4) I could people watch for years in airports. Literally years.

5) Riddle me this, in my opinion, when at the airport, I try not to have the most serious of conversations on the telephone where everyone and their mom can hear me. However, that is not the case with most people. I feel like the National Enquirer because of all the gossip I hear just by listening to people's conversations who are sitting all of one seat away from me. To say it is highly entertaining and wrong is an understatement. Most people don't know that I'm listening to them because it normally appears as though I am reading one of my four magazines. I know how to fool those folks. Yet again, the rebel in my so coming out. Next time you feel the need to discuss your life story on the phone, just try do it elsewhere. The aiport could quite possible be the worst place to do such a thing.

6) I like to buy Mentos and Combos when I'm flying (don't judge the randomness that is my choice of food), so today as I bought my four magazines, I also looked for these items. The Combos were non-existent, but the Mentos were plentiful, so I grabbed me a pack of the fruity ones. Can I just say first of all that Mentos are great? And that they must have taken a poll of the people's favorite fruit flavored Mento because I had more pinks than was legal and it was glorious. The pink one, or Strawberry as some may call it, is the absolute best. (And yes, I know they make a whole pack of strawberry, but most times those are not for individual sale at the airport.)

7) All week long I have had Baby, Baby by Amy Grant stuck in my head. Seriously, just ask Sally. It was so bad that I finally just had to get on YouTube at Sal's house and listen to it so that maybe I would stop singing just the chorus. Well, upon listening to it I proceeded to walk down memory lane while skipping from song to song on the Heart in Motion CD. I entertained myself for a good hour doing this. The best part was when I got on my second plane today and the minute I put my earphones in the arm rest to listen to the music of choice by Continental, Baby, Baby was the first song that played. I felt so loved at that moment. It was so appropriate.

8) I took at plane from Louisville to Chicago that held all of fifty passengers. The plane was so small we had to walk outside to get on it. It's times like those that I wonder if I'll even fit on the plane standing up straight because I'm so tall. I'll have you know that yes, I did fit, but we were scrunched to the max. My elbow may have a permanent bruise from the drink cart. However, my plane from Chicago to Houston was humongous and the Lord blessed me with all 3 seats to myself. The plane was practically empty so I spread out and made myself at home. I've never had 3 seats to myself. Never. Some people call me Mama Long Legs, which helps you understand why I loved having all of those seats to myself. Thank you, Lord for that sweet blessing!

9) And lastly, I came home tonight, but my luggage did not make it with me. I am hoping that by the time I wake up it will be on my front door step. Talk about a weird feeling. I've never left the airport without my suitcase, but, they say there is a first for everything, right?

10) My traveling woes are over and I am glad to be home. The flight back to Houston was much quieter and way more uneventful than the drive to Kentucky, but thank you so, so much for your prayers. I know some of you prayed for patience, and the Lord definitely granted it!

I'm over and out, anxiously anticipating and awaiting the arrival of my suitcase at my front door step.

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I should totally be packing right now, but of course, I'm blogging.

However, I am really blogging to ask you for you prayers, yet again.

In approximently eight hours one of my sweet BFF's will be arriving at my house so that I can "hop" in the car with her to drive seventeen hours to Kentucky. But, before you begin thinking it will be just a fun girly road trip, I shouldn't forget to inform you that Sally has two little boys, Jude who is 2 1/2 and Brennan who is seven months old and they will be along with us for the ride.

Oh, the joy.

I truly am very excited and am blessed to be able to help them out in this way, because frankly, Sally wouldn't be able to do this on her own, but, to be completely honest, I've never taken a 17 hour road trip with two little boys under the age of three. The farthest I've gone with them is College Station. Kentucky is just a smidge farther.

The reason I'll be traveling with Sally, as opposed to her husband, is because Jon left earlier to drive the Uhaul to Kentucky with his brother and get most of the big things unpacked before we arrive. Plus, they have two cars anyway. Jon and Sally are moving there so that Jon can go to seminary, and, if you can remember from back when, these were also my friends who served in North Africa for a year and a half. So, I am excited for this next journey for them, but I guess the best way to put it is I am a little apprehensive about the "getting there" part.

So, if you'll pray for us tomorrow (Thursday) and Friday as we travel, I would be so grateful and I know that our minds would be put at ease. There is supposed to be bad weather in Little Rock, Arkansas, so we are hoping to pass that, or hopefully even beat it. (Who just broke out in Michael Jackson's Beat It? Cause I sure did.)

I am going to stay a few days and then I'll fly back on Monday. Most likely, things will be very quiet around here, but if we have internet to update, I'll try to let y'all know we made it!

Thank you all so, so much. I sincerely appreciate and covet your prayers as we travel. Especially with two little ones.

And really, who knows what kinds of stories, pictures and video I'll have when I get back? I am anticipating some huge laughs and memories that will amount to blog worthy stories.

Y'all are awesome. Love you all!

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