As you may or may not know, I'm going to be living with a boy for the rest of my life pretty soon (cooties fo life b's) and when something like this happens, the next steps are usually pinning down how much alcohol I'll be consuming leading up to when I walk down the aisle. Totally totally tote. Tall. Lee. Joke. Allllll joke.* Seriously though, it's probably good to start with when and where this great event will take place. Right now we know, well, neither. Apparently you have to be either a gazillionaire to throw a decent wedding or you have to be perfectly happy with your guests eating out of their hands or feeding them Rufio-style where they just imagine the food and it somehow appears (an imagination wedding...not a bad idea). The good news is that throughout this discouraging process, Robbe and I still love each other (right, Bobby?) and I have had the most amazing help from dear friends and family. The bad news is that we haven't actually done anything yet and the stress is looming...mounting...pressing...I see something shiny...*gasp* a knife! It's stabbing me!!!
The only things we DO know are:
1. who we're marrying (check)
2. who our bridesmaids/groomsmen are (check)
3. who we want to photograph our wedding: The Amazing Brandon Werth
* Beware of mind being blown if you visit his Web site
If you are bored, healthy, funny, sad, rich, silly, hungry, stupid, good at singing, like coupons, are double-jointed, mildly athletic, and good at making sentences, then we would like you to pray for us because we need it. Or you could also just send us money.
The Future of Short People
I recently had dinner with dear friends Katie and Nikki and shared with them how Robbe and I have been making a mental list of professions our children could have when they're grown. You might be thinking, 'What are you talking about? Your kids can be anything! Anything at all!' Well, guess what, you don't know me or Robbe at all then. Robbe and I suffer from a little something you might call, "We short" thus drastically limiting our hopes and dreams for our children.
The list we've made so far that we believe they could excel in are:
- crossword puzzles
- baseball/softball (until they're 13)
- corn hole (only if they don't excel in any of the above)
- thumb wrestling (until they're 11)
- Did I already say tennis?
- winning fist fights on the school playground
- being at the bottom of a cheerleading pyramid
Faith and Love
God is all around and working so specifically, even when I'm not personally acknowledging him or devoting time to prayer and studying his Word. The Bible study I "attend" (my attendance is atrocious) had our pastor come speak this past week on a new series, delving deeper into what our church believes and the thoughtfulness behind how each service is constructed. One of my favorite and most striking things he said was how every service is orchestrated to 1. preach the gospel and 2. if anything, make people say to themselves: "I'm forgiven." What a ridiculously amazing gift and promise. He threw out the question, what would it look like if we really lived like we were forgiven? I'll be thinking about that for awhile.
The church Robbe and I attend when we're in PA is the Harrisburg Brethren of Christ. Today Pastor Woody spoke on Revelations and one of the things he said that really stayed with me was how once we've died and entered the afterlife, we'll realize how much more we should have given of ourselves, of our belongings, of our money. I love and hate that because it's 100% convicting/depressing/humbling yet 100% mysteriously exciting/humbling at the possibilities of what God could do if we would just say 'Yes. Take it. Take me.' This is also something I'll be thinking and praying about for long time.
Thanks for reading.
*not a joke at all; actually very true