Hey Siestas! How are you darling things? You are really on my mind today especially since I got to hug about 25 of your necks after the Salt Lake City Living Proof Live. I woke up wanting so much to write to you today but wasn’t sure where I wanted to head in theme so I’ve decided to do something a little different. I’m just going to take you with me all day long until late this afternoon when the time comes to launch this post. You and I are going to hang out on a fairly unusual weekday when I’m not writing any kind of study material or preparing any kind of message. It’s one of those days when appointments stack sky-high because they’ve been long-awaiting a window. The James project is complete (except for the final read-through that I’ll do this week) and Salt Lake City is behind us. (One of our darling attendees updated her status on Facebook by saying how much she enjoyed Living Proof Lice. And indeed the entire group seemed to be itching for a fresh revelation. I’ll try not to nit pick here.) With those events behind me, I’ve thanked God profusely and already turned my attentions toward the simulcast material for next weekend (Sept. 10th). I’ve heard from God about my text and jotted down a few main ideas and will start getting very focused toward it tomorrow afternoon. But, until then, it’s a day of appointments and it will be all the more bearable because you’re tagging along in my thoughts.
Our day together begins as I pull out of my driveway. It’s a little later than usual due to my appointment schedule but don’t get the idea that you can kick back and daydream. Stay alert here. We have a fair amount to do.
9:30 AM – We (you and I) drop Queen Esther off at the groomer for her beauty appointment despite her obsessive-compulsive reluctance to have us out of her sight for the splitiest second. She will get a sudsy bath and a good sheep shearing with #4 clippers to keep her from having a heat stroke and traumatizing us to no end. (If any of you are new to the blog, perhaps you need to know quickly that Queen Esther – AKA Star – is my Border Collie and not my mother-in-law. We have a strict policy around here never to have our in laws sheered with #4 clippers.) We have to keep Star’s hair short in the summer even though her full mane is among her very best features. Keith and I are outdoor people so she has to be able to tolerate the heat and that means one thing: a crew cut. Yesterday it was 110 here in Houston and, actually, it had cooled off from the weekend if that tells you anything about August life in Houston, Texas. Considering all that the East has been through in the last five days, I’m not complaining. While at the groomer, we learn that groomer’s teenage son is going to have heart tests done over the next few days and she breaks our hearts by letting tears spill over her cheeks. We want to hug her but we don’t get that hug-some vibe. This woman is no wimp so we are particularly moved by her show of emotion and we promise to pray for her and her beloved son. I already kept my promise. Since I’ve thrown you into today, would you do your part and please pray for his heart? God knows who he is and is looking straight at him with indescribable endearment. He also sees his mom and cares so much about her pain and fear.
9:45 AM – You and I pull into the first parking place we can find at the North Cypress Medical Center and only have to walk about three miles to the front door. (Ever so slight an exaggeration.) Huffing and puffing and, yes, carrying our laptop with our big, fat purse because we’ve committed to spend the day together, we sign in at The Women’s Br_______st Center because it’s time for one of us to have her annual M______ogram. (I know. For someone with such a big mouth, it’s absurd that I pick times like these to get all clammy and modest but I just can’t bring myself to actually type out the words. Maybe some of you remember 20 months ago when I told you that I had been hospitalized for something that sounded a little like “tonsillectomy” only it started with an “h.” I’m just not that big on body parts.)
10:00 AM – We surrender up our insurance card and our driver’s license, sign our releases and are called back right on time for our procedure. We are told the drill – where to change into our hospital gown and such – but we already know it well because at least one of our mothers died of breast cancer. We don’t get the luxury of skipping out on what, until after my tonsillectomy with an “h”, has been a twice-annual barrel of monkeys. We love the fact that our hospital gowns are kept in a warmer because the extra touch eases some of the anxiety but we do wish that they fit a little better as they do tend to gape open in the front since they only tie at the waist. This is unfortunate for all concerned.
10:15 AM – We are called back to our room by a really sweet woman-technician but she is not one of the ones we’ve come to know. So, we feel some of that familiar dread because…well, because we are modest. On the way to what we’ll affectionately call the press room, we see a very familiar face and she’s happy to see us, too, and we have a small group hug, the three of us (only she doesn’t realize you’re there). At this point it becomes obvious to the newer technician who led us back there that Hope is our annual BFF and she asks if Hope wants to take it from there. We are very relieved when she says she does. (Don’t you think that “Hope” is the most wonderful name for a woman who performs those life-altering procedures for women every single workday? Here you are, all apprehensive, and maybe even coming in for a recheck because something looks suspicious and we stare at that name tag and find “Hope.” I have told her many times that she, too, does women’s ministry.)
10:20 AM – Happy though we may be to have fresh Hope, we proceed into the meat grinder. Now, this is where you’ll need to shut your eyes because this part is just between me and Hope. I will forego painting a picture for you but let’s just say that, had the fire alarm gone off in the medical center, I would have been in decided peril as even the skin around my ears appeared to be stretched vociferously between a rock and a hard place. When we are done, we feel like we need to be put into an upper body cast but, alas, we are told to have a seat and wait and not to take off our gown yet in case we have to recheck anything. We are surely hoping not to be called for a recheck because, right about now, we are feeling like someone has closed an elevator door on one of us and taken us up to the 26th floor of a high rise and back. I busy myself by talking to you. You don’t say much back. I think you are scared you’re up next.
10:45 AM – We get called back to see the radiologist who we are nuts about. God gave us joyous favor with this staff and radiologist years earlier when we had a couple of serious cancer scares. The first thing he did was ask us about Melissa and Amanda, if that tells you anything about how wonderful he is and about how often they’ve been there with me and gotten all mangled up in their mother’s health dramas. Close your eyes again because he has large X-ray images of each of our – well, you know – on the screens. They look very ugly inside like they always have, which is precisely the reason for all the drama. Calcifications and the like. We can only visit with him for a minute about Amanda and Melissa because we need to be put out of my misery and told if everything looks okay. He tells me what he’s often told me. “I could biopsy you all over the place but, the fact is, these pictures are exactly like the ones from 2009 and 2010. I never like how they look but they look exactly the same so I’m going to let you go another full year (only the second time in my adult life) but, Mrs. Moore, DO YOUR MONTHLY EXAMS!” I promise that I will and maybe God wants you to promise that you will, too. Maybe that’s why you tagged along today. This is women’s ministry too, you know. We’re not ghosts. We have bodies. And they need stewarding. Maybe you need to do a few things for your health, too, but you think you’d rather take a sharp stick in the eye. I won’t hound you. I’ll just let God hound you. Otherwise you might think that misery just loves company. And let’s admit it. It does.
11:00 AM – Even before we’ve completely changed back into our clothes, we text Amanda and Melissa because they love us so much and they’re always relieved, too. We end up talking to both of them on the phone because we’re nuts about them. Our Amanda is having her first day with both kids in school in a good, long while and is celebrating a friend’s birthday over lunch. (AB is back in Mother’s Day Out and our big, fine boy is in his second week of Kindergarten.) Melissa is under the books, studying Coptic. We smile because we love these girls and their different worlds so much.
11:10 AM – One of our dear sibling in-laws needs to tell me something on the phone so we decide to take the long way to work and drive through Starbucks.
11:30 AM We pull up at Living Proof Ministries and we smile because we love those people who work within those walls so much we can barely stand it. We go inside and get and give many hugs because they haven’t seen one of us since last Wednesday. They can hardly wait to hear all about the Living Proof Live in Salt Lake City because they prayed so hard. We brag like crazy on the group God gave us and boast in His fresh graces and mercies. We’re only there for an hour and a half because, remember, this is appointment day.
12:00 PM – We gather for staff prayer time in the break room at LPM, most of us on the floor. We usually have staff prayer on Mondays but, if my schedule allows, I take Monday off after a Living Proof Live so Tuesday, it often is. I give a devotional then we pray together and specifically for one another. Most of the staff members write down their prayer requests on designated sheets of paper then Kimberly Meyer copies them off just before prayer time and passes them out to us. While we are praying, I realize that something pretty big has happened in one of my coworker’s lives while I was out of town and I am distraught. I lean over and write notes on her prayer sheet and tell her to call me the second we break. She nods her head. I can see the tears in her eyes.
1:00 PM – We have to scoot straightaway to make it on time for our next appointment so we end prayer time, say our goodbyes and one of us says we’ll see them all tomorrow. We call my friend before we make it to the car because we are so unnerved for her. She and I talk for the next 15 minutes while I’m on my way to the next stop. I feel badly about leaving you out of the conversation but, alas, some things are best kept confidential. I wouldn’t tell her some of the things you’ve told me either.
1:20 PM – We pull up hurriedly into the driveway of the groomer and run inside to get Queen Esther. Our next appointment is at 2:00 and not close by so we have no time for lollygagging. We’ve already paid in advance so it’s just a matter of fetching our best little buddy. We head off to the car. We really wish Queen Esther would t___t___ before getting in the backseat but she is traumatized by #4 clippers and, hence, her bladder is frozen solid. She barks “Run for your life!” and so we do.
1:25 PM – We pull into our old familiar driveway of 27 years (conveniently close to the groomer as you can see from our timeline). We let the Queen out of the backseat, nod with approval as her bladder thaws out in the grass, and we scurry our little beloved into the house since she can’t go with us to our next appointment. We haven’t eaten any lunch so we spread us a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a half and stuff it in a Ziploc because we dearly love Ziplocs. And peanut butter and jellies.
1:35 PM – We make sure Queen Esther is all settled in the house – even if she is royally ticked that she’s once again being forsaken – and we (you and I) head out the door and jump back into the car. We eat our PB&Js before we make it to the second traffic light. We leave one of our husbands a voice mail and tell him what we’re doing then we head on our 15 minute trek to our hair goddess for fresh highlights and a trim. One of us is having her annual photo-shoot tomorrow and, lest the other one think it sounds glamorous, the one of us having the photo-shoot enjoys it almost as much as she enjoys her annual m________ogram. We do indeed like seeing the photography staff once a year but, truthfully, this half of we just wishes we were seeing each other over bagels. So much smiling and not a grandbaby in sight. What a waste.
2:00 PM – We are in the chair of the Miss America of Hair. We LOVE this woman. I mean we absolutely L-O-V-E this woman. I’d tell you her name except that my staff would hang me upside down by my little toes because she’s already so booked that most of us make our appointments a couple of weeks in advance.
3:25 PM – We are still in the chair of the Miss America of Hair. She is very accustomed to us working hard on our laptop while in her chair. In fact, one of us put the last period of the final day of the James study sitting right here in this chair two weeks ago. One of us also wrote a chunk of GOOTP and SLI in this very chair. Right about now our big hair is in about 47 foils that could provide enough electric current for ET to call home.
4:00 PM – The Miss America of Hair unfolds one of the foils and nods her head. One of us leans back and puts her head in the shampoo bowl, but, alas, while holding the laptop up in the air so that the same one of us need not waste any time. God forbid that she’d just lay her head back and do nothing. We get a trim and The Miss America of Hair takes the blow dryer and blows all the hair off my computer keyboard and we laugh and thank her. We tip her well because we love to sit in the chair of the Miss America of Hair and we want her favor.
And we get back into the car, you and me.
Exhausted.
But so happy.
Because we’ve spent the day with a good sister-friend. We’ll stop by the chiropractor, get adjusted, thank him again for being used of God to get our reluctant (nearly rude) selves out of 24/7 pain a year ago then one of us – I said just one of us – will go home and kiss my husband.
Thank you so much for coming along today, Sister! You made me smile. I love you and think of you every day.
LOL! It is always fun to hang out with you! Blessings on your week. Looking forward to the new study!
Days are always sooo… much better when shared with a friend – thanks for sharing!! And blessings on your ‘tomorrow’, too. 🙂
OH the differences in our days make me love you even more. Mine went pretty much like this…
Carpool
Play Barbies and Polly Pockets with 4yo daughter
Watch the new “grown up” Dora the Explorer with said 4yo daughter
Head explodes from said grown up Dora movie.
Laundry
Pre-school Meet the Teacher
Carpool
Homework with 5th grade daughter
Read 2 books with Kindergarten daughter
Get daughter’s & husband’s gear ready for softball practice (coolers filled with gatorade, ponytails, cleats, reminder 358 times for her to put on deodorant)
Kiss them and send them out the door
Pre-school orientation & parent meeting
Get eaten alive by Alabama mosquitoes (the spawn of Satan) while watching the end of practice
Home, dinner, showers/baths
Kiss kids & read blogs while sitting down for the 1st time today while husband puts them to bed.
Pretty much repeat tomorrow. And I love every second of it. 🙂
“Get eaten alive by Alabama mosquitoes (the spawn of Satan) while watching the end of practice”
Hee hee. When we lived in Tuscaloosa, I often quoted Earl Smooter.
“Careful! You just killed the state bird of Alabama!”
Thank you for taking us along Beth! I have had all the afore mentioned surgeries years ago and my mom died for a very lethal form of colon cancer before she celebrated her 70th BDay so there goes my modesty as well. I remember the days too when our son Brian was aged 9 and had a rare form of leukemia and his pediatrician would tell me every other week when we brought him in for chemo how sick he was as if we did not know! Brian is just fine now after being one of Mayo’s first success stores with B Cell leukemia in 1985. He is now having spells in which he gets very sick headaches and with several CT and MRI scans noone can see alot wrong. It gets us nervous though because he had a gran mal brain seizure about 3 yrs ago now and I still get somewhat uneasy when he notices something is not right with his head. Say a prayer for him because in the back of my mind I realize Brian is living on barrowed time. Actually we all are! I don’t know how I could survive without him. He has learning disabilities and lives at home with us and helps me so much around here. He is such a kind guy. I know Heaven would be happy to have him but I am not sharing if I can help it thankyou! He and I had a talk once when he had a reaction to cranial radiation when he was 10 years old. He slept almost the clock around for two solid weeks. One day he was awake in his bed and I walked in his room trying to keep cheerful and upbeat. Brian looked at me and asked “Mom do you think Jesus will take me home early to live with Him?” I fought back the tears and answered back “He might, Brian, and we know you are ready to see Him if He does. Jesus sometimes takes those He loves especially, home to live with Him earlier than others and we are not sure why.” Brian was ready for Heaven at that young age but miraculously lived and now so many years later I still wonder the same thing. Loss is always a tough thing for me as I have gone through quite afew but Our loving Lord always gives us so much more than what He takes away. Oh, I have a dearly loved min. schnauzer I love dearly too and for 11 years I have faithfully groomed her every 4 weeks. I decided if I was going to have a dog like that I needed a pr of clippers. First few trims were side-splittingly funny but noone is laughing any more. She looks down right handsome in her freshly groomed coat! I am also past the years of highlights to my hair. I grayed younger than most do. I wear my hair short and gray now. I am proud of my grays they were gotten by much grief and worry. Now I just ask God for help in that department and no more worries and no more gray hair either! It is as gray as it can get. We are enjoying 80+ degrees here. Some friends and I went swimming one day, ate a juicy burger at the diner and went home and rode horses. A really fun day. Looking forward to the simulcast weekend. I will see it in Bismarck. A 90 mile trip for me. Love Ya, Betty M
How fun. I had to laugh out loud a few times. Thanks. Looking forward to the simulcast on the 10th.
Thanks for the visit today. I spent the day purchasing items to replace things that were burned in our house fire. I loved reading about your day! Need to get in and have my hair done.
Love you tons,
Sarah
House fire??? I did not know! I am so sorry….
Adrienne
Thanks so much Beth for letting me join you in your day. I’ve always told my Bible study friends at church..”I just wanted to live with her (you!) for a week and see how she does life”. Well, you gave me the opportunity! My dog Rosey is our “queen” as well..love her dearly. Praying for your co-worker, the boy with heart issues and the precious lady that posted earlier going through radiation..Kim I believe. My heart goes out to you. Praise God we can all share across country like this. He is our great Healer and Lord over all..!
dear beth,
i love this post! it is just so real! praise the LORD for a good drs report!!! did you notice how i capitalized LORD? we just finished our first week of the Patriarchs and we are learning so much! wow is that study meaty! and since you told us about star i feel the need to tell you that we just got a bullmastiff puppy because apparently i feel the need to have another baby or another something every 2.5 years! lol! what was i thinking? i just needed something to pet! 🙂 her name is fiona and we call her fi! we do love her! anyway, blessings dear beth! i love you dearly!!! kimberly 🙂
Wow, I’m exhausted but had great day with you! LOL 🙂 We should do this again sometime. Have a good week.
Oh, what fun that was!
Lydia’s last MRI showed “new spots”. Docs aren’t sure what’s going on, but HE knows….and that is where I find comfort.
Thanks for letting my thoughts take a break and enjoy “hanging out with you today”!
We prayed for Lydia in staff prayer time yesterday first thing, Stacey. I am also praying for God to break open rivers in your desert. I have not forgotten what you shared with me. And far more importantly, Jesus hasn’t forgotten your family. He holds you so tightly.
Beth, whew! What a day! Thank you foir thinking of all of us! Two things came to mind after reading:
While getting my m_gram one time, I was busy talking to the attendant, you know they’re all over your personal space…. and
(Whoops, pressed it too soon! Guess I’m committed to finish now.)
Anyway, long story short, was all chatty- trying to you know, enjoy the elevator ride- and invited her to our church. She came and visited a few months later! One never knows where or why He makes certain appointments for us!
Secondly, my second oldest daughter’s name is Hope. God gave me her name while we were going through a down time early on in ministry, etc, and I was pregnant with her (a suprise to us). After receiving an encouraging letter in the mail one afternoon, I told the Lord out loud, ” I am filled with hope.” and then it dawned on me, I WAS filled with Hope. We had no sonogram, so we did not the sex ahead of time. When she was born 3 months later, Phillip and I knew it was the name the Lord had given us to name her. I’m glad your friend, Hope, shares the same name.
Love hanging with you, xo
ps. Musta taken everything you had not to have hugged that woman anyway. Have joined in prayer for that her and her boy.
(This was the first part I thought had already been submitted… Ha! Oh well)
Beth, thank you for thinking of us all day! Whew! What a day it was! It reminded me of two things after reading:
First, while getting my m_gram one time, I got to visiting with the technician….
Loved spending the day with you!! Thanks for
taking me along!
love you so much,
Martha in MS
What a day!!! Thanks for dragging us along for “A Day in the Life of Beth!”. I just got home from a busy, 10 hour day at the salon and love to just sit, after standing all day! So I sit and check my e-mail and find a fun post from my BFF!! 🙂
I will be praying for the teenage boy and his mother and also for your co worker! I will also be setting up my own” press conference” 🙂 very soon! (thanks for the reminder!)
I cannot wait to see you on the 10th!! Thanks for making my day!
THANK YOU, dear Beth!!! For someone whose love language is words, it was just the most fun thing in the world to read through your day. You are a BLESSING, a JOY, and so much FUN!!! And again in this post, you pointed me straight to Jesus throughout. All God’s love to you and your precious family.
I’m exhausted after our day together!!! Thanks for letting me tag along! Hope your photo shoot goes well, too! I need more days like that…..
That was so fun!
Thank you for that!
You are a treat.
Hi Beth,
Thank you for taking us along! I am two weeks out from waiting for our precious 8 year in the waiting miracle to be born. Our other two children are thrilled and as anxious as we are to hold this little one, wash his/her little arms and legs, touch him/her and get to know him/her. I can pat what I am sure is the little bottom but aside from that what little knobby part is poking out or pushing into ribs I am not sure! So each day is precious but difficult for all of us to be patient.
Oh Beth, I loved spending the day with you. I feel like you are my BFF already and it was so much fun hanging with you, even if we did have to visit the “press room”. That’s just what friends do. Of course one of us is retired and can pretty much spend the day with a friend anytime. So please lets do it again real soon. I’m anxiously awaiting the simulcast to see your sweet face and fresh hair highlights. Praying for you and the LPL team and that you will have the best hair day ever.
Love you the most
Carolyn
Oceanside,Ca
Oh, you made me laugh today! Just before going to bed, too! Thank you Miss Beth. 🙂 And thank you for loving us.
This was such a fun post! Loved spending the day with you!!!
You are precious. I loved not wanting to waste all those smiles and no grand babies around. Running through the day with you was fun. Take care. Praying for you and those in here with tough days.
I check in several times a week to see if there are new updates to read, but usually never comment. I have to say that I ‘spent’ the day with Beth, while at my night time job, sitting at my desk in a very busy ER, where nurses and doctors were sitting near by, and two EMS guys leaning over the top of my desk. I felt so ticked when I read about Beth getting her mammogram that I struggled to keep from laughing out loud! You are a gift from God Beth! I am still feasing on what I was taught in Columbus Ohio. I brought two nurse friends with me who had never attended LPL before. The three of us are making plans to return again next year. Much Love from the midwest!
Beth, you are so precious!!! I loved hearing every bit of your story and have tears in my eyes from laughter and some from the pain of hearing about your co-workers and Star’s trimmer. Prayed now already for her and her son – I love how God doesn’t ever miss an opportunity (with groomer’s, hairdressers, radiologist, etc) to minister and be ministered by. He is so lovely! Can’t wait to meet you in January and the Bible Memory Verse weekend! YEAH!!! Lots of love, Cindy 🙂
That’s just fine, I have absolutely no desire to kiss your husband anyway. I much prefer mine. 🙂 I couldn’t help thinking while I was reading some of that, maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t have a boy, because, just in case you were wondering what boys talk about in the locker room, I’ve in recent weeks (with my 12, almost 13 yr. old son entering 7th grade and starting football in the last couple of weeks) been telling me about things said in the locker room. I didn’t want to know, just as I mostly expected I wouldn’t. Let’s just say not only are boys very comfortable talking about body parts, they’re obsessed with them, and with bodily functions that we NEVER wanted to hear about. My son is in that phase of life where you have to explain to him that there are certain things best left unsaid. If it pops into his head, it pops out of his mouth. I frequently find myself sitting, standing, or whatever position I happen to be in, with a horrified expression on my face, saying, “Honey, I dearly love you, but I did not want to know that was in your head.” (I may never sleep again. Like I didn’t already have enough trouble sleeping!)
Anyway, I loved our day together. Unfortunately, I am up extremely late (early?) catching up on my online activities as we did not have internet for 3 days. So I didn’t get to announce my sweet Chloe’s birthday yesterday…or wait…2 days ago, technically. (Wow! I need to go to bed! Tomorrow…or…today is the kids first day of school.)She’s 9 years old! She still is so tiny she looks like a kindergartner, but don’t tell her that, she hates it! I hated it, too, but now I love it! People think I’m in my 20’s! It’s awesome! She will be starting 3rd grade tomorrow. Her sister, Angela, will be a 5th grader and of course, we already mentioned Jeremiah, who is also probably not sleeping, since he told me earlier this evening that every time he thinks about tomorrow being his first day of junior high, he feels his stomach being tied into a huge knot! I feel sorry for the poor kid. It’s gotta be hard enough, having hair growing in new places and his voice changing, without having to manage floating classes for the first time, having to learn not 1, but 2 locker combinations, the whole football thing, which he loves, so that’s good. He’s entering 7th grade as the undisputed fastest kid on the 7th grade football team. More than likely with those fast little legs, he will be a running back! (Yes, they’ve timed them multiple times, and no one can beat him!) He’s already had 1 girl decide to join the cheerleading squad only after finding out that my son is on the football team. (Yes, this worries me. I’ll try not to lose sleep over it, though :)) So, pray for my son, and me, and my girls. I’m going to be a nervous wreck all day tomorrow, waiting to see how Jeremiah’s first day went and I have to wait till football practice is over as well!!!! So, not fair!
He did great by the way! Even helped a fellow 7th grader with her locker combo! He even put up scripture verse magnets in his locker. I’m so proud of him! He’s such a great kid!
And, apparently he’s finally developping a filter:) He laughed all of a sudden in the car and I said, “What?” (pause) “Is this one of those things I don’t really want to know?” He said, “yeah.” Okay. I’m learning there are some things I don’t need to know, and…don’t WANT to! It won’t help anyone!!!!!!
What a blast it was to following you around for the day!
Beth, I love your “appointment days”! Makes me feel normal!
Hugs,
Martha
So loved spending the day with our Siesta Mamma! I’m exhausted just reading about it, yet somehow comforted in the similarity of women’s lives.
oh Beth …. thank you for sharing your day with us! you are one amazing lady … what a privilege to know you and share life with you! (thank goodness we don’t get to share living proof lice) LOL
I’ve missed these “kinds” of posts so much! But, fully realize you can’t do them like you used to so I’m just going to appreciate this one. Thanks for starting my day off with a smile and a chuckle. 🙂
I must say that the Miss America of hair did a great job. I love the way the back of your hair looked…just the right amount of poof. I got a good view of it when you looked over your left shoulder to merge into traffic. I had such an enjoyable day with you! Next time the Starbucks and maybe even the PB&J’s are on ME!
Good Glory! And I thought my day was busy. It was spent in the Library, doing research!
I have had the biopsy to check for B-cancer. Left the doctor’s office with an ice bag on one side and headed straight for the mall and tried on evening gowns for an event that was coming up!
Congrats on placing the last period on James!
How fun! I love a day spent with a good friend!!
I can’t wait for Sept 10 – no, I won’t be able to see you live – but my 14 year old daughter and I will be ‘seeing you on a big screen’ in Orleans, Ontario, Canada!!
It will be my daughter’s very first LPL event simulcast – we can’t wait! I love seeing her thirst for learning and abiding in His Word!!
Praying for your time of preparation for this event!
Blessings!
Okay, ouch. The Lord apparently is not leaving me alone about this M thing. In the past two weeks I have been fussed at by my two best friends, gotten an email from the med provider, and now heard from you. I’m 52 and have never been to the press room because I’m so afraid of the pain. Had a lot of pain in my life, and just can’t face how much it would hurt to have my double ds turned into pancakes. So proud of you for being faithful to it – so ashamed of my wimpy self.
I thank God for you and your amazing sense of humor! YOU make me smile! I enjoyed our day together!!!
This was absolutely priceless and began my day with a big smile! Thank you, Beth!!!
Thanks for letting me go with you today Beth. Been a little lonely lately as my baby left for college 2 weeks ago. My husband and I now have 3 sons in college, each about 3 1/2 hrs from us in different directions, (just cant understand why they want to be that far from me 🙂 ) Anyway felt good to be included again!
Cant wait for the Simulcast, to sing my heart out w/ Travis &company and to see you and hear what God wants to tell me through you.
Love
Jill
Queen Esther’s command to Run For Your Life made me laugh out loud. Thanks for letting us follow along on what I am sure is not really all that unusual day in the life of Mrs. Moore. Praying for the boy’s heart, your coworker and all those “we” came in contact with today.
That was a fun and funny read. 🙂
We spent a great day together! lol I can’t believe we didn’t get to eat chips and salsa together but the PB&J was good. 🙂
I am praying for your sweet staff…..God is mighty to save!
Much love,
Patty
I loved this post…thanks Beth. I feel like you are my friend and now it’s official….we spent the day together doing errands and “stuff”. Thanks for your friendship. 🙂
I have the biggest grin on my face! You are so funny and so REAL! I L-O-V-E that about you!! So interesting, though…God is speaking to me through you (AGAIN!)–almost coincidently….although we know He is always on time….For the first time in years (about 15), I decided in the shower that I should do a breast exam….and now, here you are writing about the issue! I’m making my appointment for a m_______ogram today (it’s been 2 yrs!), and while I’m at it….I’ll schedule that (first) col______scopy because of my family history. YES! I am reminded that Our Bodies are the Temple, they are God given and God created….we must take good care of them! Thanks Momma Siesta!! LOVE YOU!!! <3
Good for you, Sister!
Great! Praying for you!
So thankful.
thank you Beth for taking us along on your busy day . what fun 🙂
Thanks for sharing your day with us 🙂 what a pleasure and so good to hear all is well. Can’t wait for the simulcast on the 10th!
Beth – I am SO glad your car has great air-conditioning. Thank you for running it on MAX HIGH today! I would like some Sweet/Spicy Doritos with my PB&J next time, okay? 🙂
Thankful that Hope could do the smashogram today – hope deferred is not good…
Praying for Star’s groomer’s boy. Bless him LORD – heal that heart.
Love you friend,
G.J.
Dear gracious friend, thank you for sharing your day with us. I think about you daily too! Looking forward to the simulcast next weekend. Gonna ask a coworker to go with me. Praying for Kim who feels so alone right now and she is trying to make a decision on what to do next about treatments. Thanks for being our Dear Sister in Chirst!
Thank you for sharing your day with us! You are such a howl!
Love you, Siesta Mama.
PS. I will be 50 in October and have not had a M—–ogram yet. I just never made the time. If you can do it on your crazy schedule, then I don’t have an excuse. Calling today. 🙂
Let me know that you did it, Ann! Grin.
Loved starting my day with you today. It’s mind boggling that all the things we have to take care of can take an entire day to do them. Glad the press room doesn’t take all day. Thanks for sharing.
Priceless Mama Beth! Just priceless, and so needed!
May I please ask that you all pray for a lady named Chrissy? Please ask that God will mighily in her life and those lives around her.
Much love to all of Siestaville!
Amber
Thank you, Beth.
My eyes teared up at the end of this because I so thoroughly enjoyed being able to see your day through your typing. You speak “woman” so very honestly and well. I think a day buzzing around with you would be a treat that would last me for years.
Your studies have been such deep help for me, and YOU have been a sweet, funny, shining example of how truly marvelous it is to be a woman of God.
Hugs and prayers for you
and Queen Esther, too!
I absolutely adore your 52 year old self because MY 52 year old adores HER husband and daughter and two sons and three grandbabies (who I think are the most wonderful things on the planet). . I thought MY Hairdresser was the Miss America of Hair…she is unbelievable patient and wise… I am willing to let yours have the title- not the grandbabies. Thank you Beth for sharing your real live days in the middle of real live TODAY with the pain and the struggle with the only thing keeping us going – the HOPE of Jesus. He is my all in all, and I am just so grateful He goes with me to the beauty salon, and the B___t cancer place ( next week for me) and the grocery store, and all the other places real live hurting people just need a smile a hug or even a prayer….Just finishing up my Faithful, Abundant and True Bible study, set to facilitate this fall. Your words are spot on, and the questions on spiritual discernment have proven their worth already this week. How deceitful are OUR lyin’ cheatin’ hearts!!! Sorry you got punked… but thank you for sharing. I’m sure you were hoping it would warn somebody… it has. I am LISTENING to my gut – that still small Spirit’s voice that sometimes is SHOUTING at me!! Love you so – that transparency, that wit, and most especially that LOVE for God’s oh-so-precious Word.