Today was a little out of the norm but I like it that way. Went to Columbia all afternoon to judge an FBLA public speaking event. About 8 high school students gave 4 minute speeches on a business/FBLA related issue. Pretty interesting and I enjoyed being an all-important judge. I thought about coming early, wearing my judge-badge and seeing how much special treatment I could milk out of the deal. I got convicted just about the time some poor high school boy was getting ready to be my "purse-carrier boy" and decided that abuse of power is not a good thing and can quickly go to your head.
Tonight was the first mowing of the spring season. I broke a champagne bottle over the mower and set to work. I love a freshly mowed yard. Makes me feel like a domestic goddess. Wait . . . I AM a domestic goddess. Then I went to play racquetball with Steve for awhile. I got my butt kicked – that’s right, Steve. I have homework tonight because Steve SCHOOLED me big time. Get the plates because I just got served!!! BTW – the goggles give you a funky face tattoo. Nice …
Drum-roll: The all-important-ever-amazing unexpected blessings . . . (in no particular order) the sound of the racquetball whizzing by your head (makes a very distinct and exhilirating sound that is heightened by the intensity of narrowly escaping death); an a-ha moment about some personal stuff that came during the middle of the premarital session I was conducting today. A blessing because of the clarity and peace that came with the awareness more than anything; and finding out that Kailey is comin’ to town this weekend! yee-haw
Right now as I type this my dad is flying over the Atlantic Ocean on his way back from Eastern Europe. He’ll be home Tuesday night which is very good because I miss him and need to give him a major hug. I think I also need to prepare my nephew, Blake, because Dad is never go to let him go on Wednesday.
And this last parting word from Paul that comes from Acts 23:5 in the Message paraphrase. First let me set the stage: Paul is before the high priests during a meeting called by the Roman captain. At one point, Paul says to the Chief Priest that he is a fake and that God will slap him down for being a hypocrite. In v. 4, they responded how dare Paul talk to the chief priest this way. So Paul responds this way (v. 5) Paul acted surprised. "How was I to know he was Chief Priest? He doesn’t act like a Chief Priest. You’re right, the Scripture does say, ‘Don’t speak abusively to a ruler of the people.’ Sorry." Sometimes, Paul just cracks me up. Other times, he ticks me off. But tonight, I just had to say in the words of Ben Phelps, "Good one, Paul, good one."
Peace – Melissa
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