Every dog has his day

Do any of you guys watch "Dog the Bounty Hunter"? I LOVE that show! It's one of my favorite shows to watch actually. It started out as kind of like ambulance watching...I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I had to stop and watch for a little while. But the more I watched it, the nearer and dearer it grew to my heart. It was one of the many tools that God has used over the years to remind me not to judge a book by it's cover. Judge them by their hearts, by their actions and by their fruits. When I first started watching, I simply thought Dog was just some rough and tumble guy...and then I was totally caught off-guard when this big, burly guy and his crew huddled together before going out on a bounty and started praying. Not just some generic, anyone-can-pray-it prayer, but a truly heart-felt prayer to Jesus that comes from someone that is a Christian and loves God. Why did this surprise me so much? Well, because despite how much I fight it...I was still raised in a very traditional, fundamental, straight-laced church and I've been programmed to think that Christians have to look and dress a certain way. They have to have "the" haircut. Never any jewelry on a man...etc., etc. He didn't fit any of those molds!

Neither did his wife Beth. And to tell you the truth...alot of the time, neither do I. Which is why I love this show so much. This is a show that's considered "cool" by the world...and yet it shows them that "cool" people pray and have faith and live a good life...and that "cool" people can outwardly and loudly love God. And it also shows them that yes...Christians are still human and that sometimes they screw up...but that's where mercy and grace come into play. That's awesome to me. Recently there was a huge injustice when federal marshalls arrested Dog, his brother Tim and his son Leland and sent them to Mexico. See, a few years ago Dog tracked down and captured a serial rapist who had fled to Mexico. No one else had been able to find him and so they called in Dog and crew. But because they found him in Mexico and brought him back, Mexican authorities are wanting to charge them with kidnapping. Not only is it so wrong because our government is not exactly running to stick up for him...but it's very scary because anyone with common sense knows that these men probably won't last very long in prison...let alone a Mexican prison. They are the enemy. They are the bounty hunters who sent many people to jail.

They are on the public's side...not the criminals. So the reason I'm writing this is to ask for everyone to please say a prayer for this family and their situation. It's easy sometimes to forget that celebrities are human beings with feelings and marriages and little kids and church families. This is just one more time when the devil is trying to get the good guy and drag him down...but as always, I believe in happy endings! Good and justice HAVE to prevail. They just have to.


"Fall"ing in love again

I LOVE THE FALL! Oh let me count the ways that I love the fall! Seriously. I get stupidly happy and romantic in the fall. There's something about the cool, crisp air. The way the colors are more subtle...like everything is getting more sleepy and it makes you want to snuggle under a blanket. There's nothing like pulling out your favorite old sweater or sweatshirt and just falling into it. And I have no idea why, but to me "my" music goes hand in hand with the fall. The jazz...the instruments, the romantic melancholy of it just makes me think of fall. So right now just let me say that I am absolutely in my perfect setting....I am sitting at my desk right next to my open patio door looking at trees that are starting to turn a little bit already. It's a beautiful 62 degrees and all I can hear is my music and some crickets outside. This is bliss to me.


One margarita, two margarita

I've had alot of questions come my way recently about where we're registered and to tell you the truth...I didn't plan on registering anywhere. When I think of registering, I think of dishes, towels and silverware. I don't need any of that stuff! lol Well, I got to thinking about what it was that we really did need/want...and the thought came to me of what a blessing it would be to have every person that wanted to get us something help to invest in a little piece of our honeymoon...memories that are going to last a lifetime...and will be much more important to us than silverware.
That being said, I searched for a site that would help us out with that and I definitely found one. So here it is if you're interested! And for those who choose to participate...of course the thank you notes will come...but I'm thanking you in advance because anyone who knows me knows how hard it is for me to accept compliments and gifts. I always feel like I should be the one giving. So thank you...from the bottom of my heart...in advance.



The grass is always greener. At least that's what we, as humans, naturally think. That's what we always tell ourselves. Spouses cheat on each other, people leave jobs, leave churches, move to new homes...always looking for the "next best thing." But there's no such thing as the "next best thing"...there's just the next thing.

I've been coming to this realization lately myself....although it's something I've always known...I myself have been guilty of going on a little treasure hunt this year. I left my church for the big coffee-shop-in-the-lobby, huge contemporary praise team, so many members that no one knows your name church earlier this year. At first it was GREAT. It was awesome. But over time certain things just wouldn't sit right in my soul. Certain things that were done or said that didn't jive with my doctrine. Every time I entered the church and saw my pastor's Lexus sitting there in his designated parking spot the hair on the back of my neck would stand up and I would get a knot in my stomach. I don't want to judge the man because the Lord knows that I too would love to own a Lexus! lol But... that's just not the way I was raised. Not at all. My pastor made a modest living, drove a mini van in case we needed room in a car to pick some people up for church. And he would never DREAM of taking the closest spot. As a matter of fact, he would either leave his car at home or park at the back of the lot so as to not take spots from those who might truly need them. The final straw came recently when we needed to talk to the pastor and get a little counseling. Normally it's just a given that you would be able to go and talk to your pastor when you need to. BUT NOT HERE. Not only do we not have access to our pastor...AT ALL...(we have to see an associate pastor that we don't know)...BUT we were informed that we could only see this associate pastor a max of two - three times. At that point we would be referred to a church staff member who is a licensed social worker who would charge us FIFTY DOLLARS AN HOUR to talk to us!!!! Yes. I know. Unreal. So it was after this fiasco that we've decided that we are going to find a smaller, SLIGHTLY more traditional church where they accept you, they are more worried about helping people than buying a new cappucino machine and the pastor will actually pastor his people when needed.

I was thinking about this tonight because I decided to check in on some of my favorite blogs to read...all of which were based in New York City. I always lived vicariously through these women and loved it. They all lived in different parts of the city and I loved reading about their experiences. Needless to say I was disappointed when the first one moved away a year or so ago. She moved to Austin...just because it was supposed to be a new and hip place to live. Then The Girl Who moved back to Utah recently. I couldn't believe it! That one I really was surprised by, but ok. Who am I to judge? I mean, I live in Cleveland for crying out loud! So tonight I went to check on my last link to the city. My last girl standing. I hadn't been there in a while and wondered what was going on. *cricket, cricket* SHE MOVED TO DALLAS. What the frick???

I'm so disappointed. Disappointed, but a little relieved actually. This is because I'm not alone in realizing that all that glitters isn't gold. Sometimes it's just glitter. Living in NYC sounds so glamorous...just like my fancy new church with the one million dollar youth center in the back. The grass always looks greener in someone else's yard...until you remember that they have weeds in their yards too.
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