Hey, Sweet Things!
I’ve had us in such a serious place recently that I’m feeling like it’s time to share some things that are fun and a tad lighter-hearted. First I want to tell you something because it greatly involves you. I woke up on Tuesday and, lo and behold, I felt remarkably better. Stronger. Clearer. Happier. Well, and funnier. (Grinning at the last one. It’s a big priority around the Moore house.) That’s one good thing about just being honest and out there with it sometimes. People might get concerned enough to pray for you. I want you to know that I FELT IT and I am eating the fruit of it and I am deeply grateful. I needed the prayers. Oh, Sisters, I always need the prayers. Don’t stop now. But I think it’s important that I turn around and encourage you in your faith by telling you that you pray effectively. What you do in the heavenly realms profoundly impacts this earthly soil. You matter. Your Spiritual disciplines matter.
I feel God at work and that’s the world to me. Nothing monumental has changed in the circumstances that have made these last weeks challenging. I am absolutely certain that the evidences and effects I’m seeing and feeling are spiritual in nature. Two things are roused right now. I want to share them with you because I believe they are the same two things that will often strengthen you, too, in your weakness and heaviness. The first one we just talked about: being prayed for. Without the second one, however, the first one is limited. The intercessor will still be blessed for her faithfulness but we, the prayed for, will be hindered in personalized impact without our FAITH. God is calling me right now to press past my current level of faith-comfort and get back to squirming and growing in my sheer belief.
Whether we like it or not, the Scriptures echo this immutable principle: we BELIEVE to fully RECEIVE.
Lord, increase our faith. Let us never forget around here that, without faith, it is impossible to please You. We can do everything else to perfection and have a righteousness that shames all our friends and a ritual of daily prayer and self-denial that would slack-jaw John the Baptist and still not experience the exhilaration of Your holy NOD. Your favor is attracted most by our faith. Lord, increase our faith.
NOW. Let’s also have a little fun. Our comment line is open today for those who want to share something lighthearted. It can be funny but it doesn’t have to be. It can just be plain old fun. You know. Like what your six year old said to you yesterday. Or the perfect shade of lip gloss you’ve discovered for the summer. Or the most ridiculous thing that’s happened in your home lately. Or something delightfully awkward or absurd. Wide open. If you can’t think of anything fun, then just partake today. Everybody here knows life is serious and hard. Let’s all fight the urge to give one another a reality check on here today. Sometimes life here on Planet Earth stinks. We all get that. But, sometimes what stinks is the fertilizer in that soil underneath our feet. Something will grow from it if we let it. And we won’t be standing here in this exact spot of soil for long. Don’t think it’s all over but the crying.
When somebody in my family is in a rut, really feeling like life in general is one big rip off, I’m forced to quote Shelby in Steel Magnolias: “Miss Clairee, there are still good times to be had.”
There really are, Miss Clairee. There really are. Believe that.
Psalm 27:13-14…
I remain confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living.
Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the LORD.
OK. Here’s my something fun today. I’ve had this in my Bible for the last several weeks. It’s a page ripped out of one of the booklets you get at a Living Proof Live. A precious sister (Talia, as you’ll see) at a recent event doodled this on her notes while I was teaching. You can even see the microphone. It got handed off to me by someone on the LifeWay team but, if she’d handed it to me herself, I would have profusely thanked and hugged her and laughed with her but the teacher in me would also have asked to see her session notes. Grin. Anyway, she really made me smile.
NOW, you make somebody else smile today. How about it?
I love you guys. Thanks for riding the roller coaster with me. Mama’s feeling better. But never stop praying.
Something funny – Last night my 5 year old son, my 10 month old daughter and myself were watching Open Season, all “cuddled” up on my bed. I emphasize cuddled because, Lexxus, the 10 month old, was not wanting to settle down yet and she was rolling around, trying to crawl off, pulling our hair, slapping us in the face, etc. My son finally threw his covers off and was getting out of the bed and I asked him what he was doing. He replied, “I’m going to bed, I’m sick of her.” LOL I couldn’t help, but giggle. Not two minutes later, Lexxus was asleep and my son was back in bed with me. 🙂
hey ladies love your stories and beth love you! so glad you are feeling better! love your words about faith! love the Lord! He is so good! probably can’t do the story justice. i video taped it on my phone. me and my 2 almost 3 year old daughter josie where playing picnic yesterday afternoon and she pointed to the play chocolate and said “that is scrumptious!” the way she articulated it was just so cute – especially with the smile and the laugh at the end! 🙂 have a blessed day ladies! from mercy me’s new song – “You’re the one who conquers giants, Your’e the one who calls out kings, You shut the mouths of lions, You tell the dead to breathe, You’re the one who walks through fire, You take the orphan’s hand, You are the One Messiah, You are I AM!” That’s our Daddy girls! Be blessed!!! love, Kimberly
LOVE THAT!
Great, need to get Mercy Me’s CD!
What a privilege to pray for you! Thank you for reminding us that we aren’t the only ones that struggle, that have to wrestle down to the point of coming back to the foundation of it all—our faith!
You teach us His Word and you teach with your life. Even in your struggles we find encouragement. You also teach us to be transparent. Especially those of who lead– who are tempted to act like we always have it all together.
My friends and I have been having multi-text-message conversations lately that have been hilarious! We have a twenty year history of raising kids together, living life together. We can’t be with each other as much as we like but those silly conversations remind us of how connected we really are. Our kids think we are a little crazy! And we love it that they think that 🙂
I love having fun….but life is just not always fun. I have been walking thorugh some pretty heavy stuff with a friend. But God is faithful! and she is having a major breakthrough PTL!
So my funny story, climbed in bed with my 6 year old daughter the other night and literally climbed on top of her. She says to me, “Mommy, can you move, you are busting my bubble” excuse me little missy, your bubble. She says yes, you are in my personal space, can you move over. Oh my goodness! Out of the mouthes of babes…thought you would enjoy.
My 8th grade boy came home yesterday with a story from his 3rd hour band class…
They were working on a music piece and the band teacher had them practicing it over and over again. One of the kids in the class said “Mr. Quakenbush(yes that is the band teachers real name!) we really suck!” Mr Quackenbush with his dead pan face and dry sense of humor replied “Technically Johnny, we did not suck, we blow!”
Isn’t that the best! We will certainly miss our beloved music teacher from Emerson Middle School. Both of my children will be in high school now. Anna a Senior and Bryan a Freshman! What an exciting year we will all have!!
Stacie
Funny!!!
So I got the email notice late…Sorry to miss the fun!
My wee story isn’t laughable but smile worthy.
I have wanted a glider rocker since my 22yr old was acoming…well it just wasn’t a pressing need…I just had my birthday and yup got my chair!
Well now I have to wait in line for sitting and rocking coz at my house with 3 cats and a dog that rocker is well loved! So worth the wait…but somehow I am still having to wait!
Love to you Ms Beth!
OK, I know I have already shared, but I happened to remember a cute memory from my childhood.
My family was on vacation in the Great Smoky Mountains, and it had done nothing but RAIN the entire time. We were driving through the mountains, and the sun began to peek through the clouds. There was a large dog on the side of the road. Now, this is how the conversation went.
My dad: Looks like it might stop raining after all.
My little brother: That dog looks like a LION!
Me: (almost the exact same time as my brothers comment, and in response to my DAD) I prayed it would. (stop raining)
My brother: (with enormous eyes) You prayed that DOG would look like a LION??
Ahhhhhhhh, the awesome power of PRAYER!!
Donna
This made me Laugh Out Loud!!!! 🙂
Definitely a LOL…have some of those types of meaningful conversations in my life also
I am a mother of 4 adult children, 2 boys & 2 girls, in that order.They have given me 8 grandsons, ages 5mos-20yrs old. We love those boys to pieces, boys are just a breed all their own. Our youngest daughter is expecting her second child. She lives about 4 1/2 hrs from us.The whole family was coming for Memorial Day weekend. coming in from 4 different states. Some of the siblings hadnt seen each other in 2 yrs. Our oldest had just returned from Afghanistan and his wife Bahrain, Air Force. Our youngest was last to arrive, now 1:30 a.m. We are all slap happy. The 14 mos old grandson came walking in the house carrying a big balloon. We could hear Mommy saying show them the surprise. The balloon was pink and written on it was,”IT’s A GIRL” We read it twice before it sunk in. Then the excitement began. I dont think reality has set in yet. Although we did shop for pink! Now to add bows and frills to the balls and bats. God is good!
So excited for you!! Hello “Hello Kitty!”
Last weekend our church had a garage sale fund-raiser for missions. It took place in the same basement in which we have our Mom’s Time Out playgroup. There is a handicap ramp that curves around along the stairs and the kids love to race up and down it. This day however there were lots of people and one elderly lady with a cane was slowly making her way up the ramp. I told the kids to be patient and let her go first, to which my three year old daughter exlaimed, “Mom, is she broken!”
I am so glad that this lovely lady had a sense of humour;) My beautiful little girl has been saying like it is all over the place lately. Oh to be pure and honest:)
My son shared this with me: It’s unnerving when your 2 year old comes in from the Garage and Announces, “I fixed it!!!!”…
Hilarious!!
Shannon
Kissimmee, Florida
My fun thing is Positive Encouraging KLOVE! That radio station plays the best music and I listen non-stop most days. If you need a pick me up, KLOVE is the way to go! You can listen online at work, and in the car. I have used Shazam on my iphone to find out the artists and I eventually bought several songs to make a Girl Power, God Power playlist for my best friend!
BEST Motivational Song 2-pack for me right now:
No Thief Like Fear, by Jason Gray and
Get Back-up by TobyMac
Love and Peace!!
Good Morning Beth and all ,
I am looking forward to the time with you in Calgary
Our ladies Bible study group have appreciated the lessons on David.
We thank God for the whole TEAM and are praying for His work to be done.
It is only because of His Work in and through us that lost souls are won.
It is His Work we will be hungering after!!
Thank you so much, He is faithful
Another Praying Sister and friend, JOY
Hubby and I went out to lunch Saturday at a really cute little place. There were items for sale and one of them was a book entitled “The Wit and Wisdom of Women.” So, being the book worm that I am, I picked it up and paged through it while we were eating, reading certain quotes out loud that made me laugh. The one that made my hubby and I laugh the loudest (and I hope this isn’t inappropriate) was the one that said, “Why do women go to tanning salons? What a waste of time and money. Men are only interested in the white parts anyway.”
Can’t remember who said it, but we did have quite the laugh. Have a good day everyone!
That is hilarious!!! Not inappropriate…just plain true. 🙂
My husband was introducing our 4 year old grand-daughter to the awesome combination of vanilla wafers and peanut butter. He told her to dip one right in the jar and eat it. When she put it in her mouth her eyes lit up and she said, with a mouth full, “Why has nobody ever told me about this before?” There is nothing like a child to bring you joy and laughter!
I was included in a groupme group which is a group txting app. I felt honored to be included since its mostly a group of young mothers from our church. And I am the oldest person in this group. The other day one young mother who is potty training her almost 2 yr.old asked if any of the other mother’s children had ever eaten poo. To which I immediately replied “no, but I know some kids who have. I hear its a sign of intelligence!” (I’m,… well how shall I say it…full of poo myself). Anyway, the other mother’s were horrified. The mother of the child who ate poo, said “so if she’s eaten twice does that make her an Einstein?” haha! I said, “well she will probably be ready for PEGS (which is our local school systems gifted and talented program), Poo Eating Genuises when she goes to school!”
Thanks, I definitely need to laugh more!
Oh Mama Beth, it’s so ironic you asked for this today…we just had a hoot a Bible study last night and said you would have appreciated this story!
We were in the middle of our discussion on Esther chapter 8 and the sense of urgency she must have felt, even though Haman was gone, the edict still stood.
My sweet friend Cathy shared a time when she had a sense of urgency…
She was about 6 or 7 years old and home with her older brother while her parents made a trip to the attorney’s office. Her parents had left the number of the office and strict instructions not to call unless it was very important ~ only in an emergency were they to use the number.
Cathy was passing away the time browsing through the Sears Roebuck catalog and realized that with enough money she could send away for her very own live donkey. She devised a plan to weave potholders, you know ~ the ones made from stretchy polyester bands on a plastic loom. She thought to sell them to the neighbors to raise the money. But was sure she needed her parents permission…immediately. This seemed like a very urgent request.
Sure enough she found the slip of paper and called the attorneys office. You can imagine how frantic her mother must have been to receive a call when she had given strict instructions.
By this time our Bible study girls were laughing so hard because first of all ~ a donkey?! Her reasoning had been that short as she was she would never be big enough to ride a real horse so the donkey was probably her best shot. And thinking how important this was to our friend that she would think to call her parents ~ immediately! Through the laughter and tears I could only ask: “Did she give you permission?!” And she had!
Cathy said she made the potholders and was never able to sell a one. Short as she is she did eventually get to ride horses but to this day I believe she still has an affinity for donkeys!
Good Morning Beth!
I have to smile a little as I write this because the most amazing dearest big sister in the world belongs to me and her name is Beth as well. In fact, last month my darling husband went above and beyond to make sure the two of us got some much coveted sister time. He had “drawn” my sister Beth’s name for christmas gift exchange and decided that after a passing comment I had made at church about you and LPL coming to Boise (that is to say Girlsie) ID- wondering the probability of getting my sister here- that this was his Christmas gift to Beth (really the both of us) Are you ready? He bought her a plane ticket to fly her from OR to ID and back, Insisted that we spend the first day of her arrival at the spa (a first time for her and some firsts for me as well :), tickets to the You Lead preconference (in which we were tremendously blessed,) and the rest of the weekend with you!!!! I have to say that my man, has always viewed his wife’s needs to “take care of herself” as a priority, in fact it is something that he has taught me in our marriage as this was not a part of my upbringing and quite frankly I still have times of resistance to his insistance. Back to the weekend- Here the two of us were sitting in our first LPL conference, front row seats not wanting to miss a single moment, Word, emotion or expression… 3 times you mentioned your granddaughter by name and we could hardly contain our giggles… Side by side… after much prayer for the Lord to speak directly to our hearts, to hear His Word and Call to us- we were tickled to hear you say “AnnaBeth” I don’t even know if this is right- I do have a hearing loss, but even my big sis agreed that everytime you mentioned your granddaughter we felt like the sisters, Annie and Beth were being spoken to directly.
We feel such tremendous passion and resolve to ministering to women. Not only have we been our fire for the women of our congregations and communities for several years, we both happen to work in one of the largest estrogen rivers there is: We are both labor and delivery nurses. It is an often tulmutuous environment admist the mircale of life, as we work with women, caring for women, in the essence of defining moments of being a woman (giving birth) teaching and supporting the women that are supporting other women… you get my drift I am sure. If ever we wonder if there is a need for our divine Healer, Restorer, and Redeemer, it is in these waters. Joy! Joy! Joy! for each and every precious baby we share the grand entrance to life, loving on the momma and celebrating the opportunity to help “build families.” Equally, though it seems, especially in days such as these, is the need for healing. Healing of relationships, broken dreams, shattered identities from past haunts, insecurities abundant…. Every day we pray for God to use us as His vessels to refresh the spirits of all these women in the moments of “joy tears,” of sorrows, of subtlety, of strength, of beauty, of tenderness, of celebration, of struggle, of the sheer pendulum of life that is a woman, with so many roles to fill, hormones fluctuating, moments and memory making to attend to. You know, Beth, I honestly do not know why I just elaborated on a blog so many of my thoughts (actually they are shared between my sister and I)regarding the women we encounter and the need that seems to pulse through my very soul. I actually wanted to tell you of our “fun weekend” with each other since you were a part of it. I apologize for the ramble on your blog… but if you will stick with me for just a few more moments I wanted to share an anecdote with you that brings me to joy tears every time I think of it.. in fact it is one of my favorites to tell (fancying myself a “natural” story teller as is)….
Shortly after my youngest daughter, Jessica turned 11, it became apparent that something was reaking havoc with her usual confident, cheery, comical disposition, and that havoc was hormones! Over the span of about 3 weeks, my daughter transformed from the constant, bright joy bubble to a constant series of melt downs and puddling- often times over the most trite of circumstances.
At the time I was working night shift and one morning inparticular I cam home to Jessica in a state of a full fledge, weepy, sopping puddle- over to this day we still cannot discern. Needless to say after a long 12+ hr shift and drive home my own needs of a dark room and soft pillow were more prevalent on my mind than getting to the root cause of it all. I immediately went into symptom management and a quick fix to get her ready to catch the bus in a fast five minutes. Kleenex, hugs, kisses, cold wash cloth to the eyes and out the door she went with her big brother (17 mos older.)
I had just settled down into bed and instantly fell asleep only to be startled back awake to the sound of the front door slamming and a tearful wail. Yep…. fixing the symptoms was not nearly as effective as the investment on the heart. Jessica, who could still not articulate the travesty that was ongoing, could very emphatically express that there was no way she could possible catch a bus and be seen in public in such dire straights, “I would just die, Mommy…. Please can you take me to school once my eyes stop leaking?” What mother can say a stern “no” to that? Even a very exhausted one?
We sat down on the stairs together and I craddled my precious daughter in my lap talking softly, applying fresh cold wet wash cloths to the red, leaking, puffy eyes, assuring her that everthing was alright and how much I loved her. It only took a few minutes for the tears to subside and the breathing to go from short, tearful gasps to longer drawn sighs. While we rocked gently on the stair I was racking my brain to think if possibly we could be entering the “girl hormones” stage so soon. Surely this is early… but maybe not. As a Labor and Delivery nurse, anatomy and physiology has never been a taboo topic in our household and I am sure we have alarmed several gestating women in public forums when a questions from one of my young children over the years has wafted into the crowd such as, “Mommy, look… she has a baby in her uterus muscle… do you think it is almost time for it to squeeze the baby out?” (said the 6 yr old) Anyway, I decided that this was as good as time as any to talk about how hormones could throw us off our game if we let them. Granted a heavy topic for 11 but then, how many tears can these sweet tear ducts hold? (Besides from the anatomy side of things we already had discussed needed details and were prepared with supplies- having a older sister helps in this arena) I cupped that sweet face and told her, “Jessica, I do not know if you are old enough to be having girl hormones yet, but it seems like this may be what is going on. Sometimes we feel sad or cry or laugh or get our feelings hurt and we don’t even know why… but girl hormones can sometimes make us more sensitive like that.” “well that sucks for us… doesn’t it mom?” she replied in a defiant pout. “Well, honey sometimes, it does, but we cannot let emotions that don’t make sense on the inside win, so we do things that don’t make sense on the outside. We have to pull it together, and get on with our day. Life doesn’t stop because we have hormones.” A few moments later we were smiley and cheerful and driving to school to be dropped off.
While I slept during the day, our conversation resonated for awhile with Jessica, and later that night we heard her conclusions. We were sitting at the dinner table, something happened (I am not even sure what) and instantly Jessica puddled- red eyes, streaming tears and wailing.. Jessie’s oldest brother Steve (16 at the time) looked at his sister rolled his eyes and said, “Geez Jess, get a grip and knock it off. It is so annoying that you cry over anything.”
“Leave me alone!” She yells at Steve. “I’m having Girl Hormones!!!”
Steve grins, “Jess you are not going through puberty. I know, I watched both of those movies in school and you are not there yet!”
Daniel (her other big brother that is only 17 mos. older) chimes in, “Yeah, Jess, I have watched one of those movies too, and I don’t think you are going through Puberty either!”
To which Jess raised her gaze and hands to the heavens with an emphatic drawn out yell, “I DON’T HAVE TO WATCH MOVIES!!!!! I’M LIVING IT!!!!”
The uncontrolled uproar of laughter was enough to quell even the wettest tear soaked cheeks… as it has been said many times before…. out of the mouth of babes (younger female ones…. with girl hormones!)
This just deserves a comment….that was precious. Can you write a menopause story like that…need to laugh about old women hormones or lack of!!!
My Mother and Daddy recently moved into an assisted living facility. They moved from their small Texas town to the DFW area to be close to us. Over all they are doing great; however, mother has struggled finding a “BEAUTY SHOP”
Last week she called because she found one that ” did ” hair her way. She said, ” It is just like Truvy’s beauty shop in Steal Magnolia’s, and the do good hair! Big and Blonde! “
Two things:
1. I quoted Steel Magnolias earlier today. This is not abnormal for me but it made me smile that you did as well. 🙂
2. I am getting a haircut/highlight in about 30 minutes and I only WISH I was as brave as you to post a picture of myself all foiled up!
3. (ok, 3 things) I did pray for you and am so glad to hear that you feel better. One of my own personal Beth Moores always says “If we will give God our pain, He will never waste it.” I’m so sorry for your pain, but thankful He’s using it.
I will share this, but will maintain dignity and decorum!!
My 3 year old grandson (who is intrigued with private body parts-enough said) questioned my knowledge of God the other day…He wanted to know if I knew that Jesus, when he was here on earth as a man had certain body parts? I told him that I was sure that he did since the Bible says he was made of flesh, just like men. He laughed and said “I think it is cool that God has ____”. I chuckled, but also came away with the realization that this 1 fact for him makes God more real, more believable, to him! We still work with him though so that those conversations are just with family! 🙂
I haven’t been on the blog in awhile, but was so glad to see I’m not the only one going through this “weirdness” of soul. Glad to see you are being lifted and feeling it. Your words have encouraged me!
Back in the days when we didn’t wear seat belts and the kids could play on the floor in the backseat, my sister-in-law and I took a trip through Ohio. Our two daughters were playing on the floor with their dolls. We drove through a huge corn field and in the middle of the field was a barn with the word JESUS spelled out on it’s roof. I didn’t want my sister-in-law to miss it so I said “Look, Jesus”. My young daughter sprang off of the floor in the back seat and yelled “WHERE?”
Lately I have felt like giving up – on EVERYTHING. Took myself to the local discount store on my lunch hour just to wander and pick up a few miscellaneous items. One of those items was lipstick. I scrolled through the rack of colors until I found one I liked and turned it over to see the name of the color. FAITHFUL (Loreal 731). God is so cool. I thank God for my sisters in Christ and for you, Beth Moore. Thank you for sharing your life with us.
I’m the oldest of 8 and was in my 20s when my youngest brother was born. Mother had all 7 of us (and later our spouses) praying for this baby brother all the time. Not too long ago he drove up in his new Mercedes and my brother-in-law said to him — “looks like you are doing good.” My baby brother replied “you know all those years y’all were praying for me? Bet you wish now you had been praying for yourselves.” We cackled til we cried. He is a wonderful Godly young man and we still to this day pray for the best for him.
Just a quick quote from another website:
“Have you ever noticed the Jesus never quoted scripture?
He just repeated Himself.” Have a Blessed Day & Weekend.
I know this is kinda late but too cute not to share.
We live in a small community in Indiana-we are huge Indiana University fans, Indianapolis Colts fans and also like to support our local high school which is the West Washington Senators. My son was telling my little 3 year old granson that Peyton Manning wasn’t going to be playing for the Colts anymore. My little grandson (who somtimes gets confused by all the teams) said, “is he going to play for the Senators?”!!!!! We could only wish! hahaha
I resigned from my job this morning. Made the decision yesterday afternoon, told my husband last night (who was in full agreement) and told my boss this morning. It was a difficult decision because I really love my job. However I have really been feeling God calling me to let it go and spend more time being a wife and mom.
So I just took my daughter (who is 12) to lunch to let her know that I had resigned to spend more time with her. Her response was “Are we going to be poor now?” LOL She and I both laughted and she replied…”I really do love you Mom.” Priceless!
While trying to learn the alphabet song a friends daughter always struggled with the “L,M,N,O” part. This is how she sang it, “A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K, whoa,whoa, whoa, whoa, P…”. Very funny and very catchy. So much so I find myself singing it many a day just for the fun of it!
I just had to reply to your story even though it is SOOOOOO much later now.
One of my best friends (a teacher) thought she would give her daughter a head start with the “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” song. Instead of teaching her the “E-I-E-I-O” chorus, she taught her daughter to sing “A-E-I-O-U.”
That was fine until she went to kindergarten, and the class sang the song the right way. After a lengthy argument with her teacher, the daughter came home as mad as a hornet because she didn’t know the right letters to sing. She wouldn’t talk to her mother for 3 days!
I know this is a late reply, but reading through these comments both refreshed my soul and helped pass some (difficult) time.
So, here’s my funny story. Over this past weekend I led a worship concert at our Church in honor of one of our guitar players who is leaving for 4 years to go into the Coast Guard. At the beginning of the concert I was trying to draw people into worship telling them to relax and not let the feeling of tradition distract them, that “this is not Church, we’re just here as a family to worship God…” and before I knew what I was saying I instructed them to “spread their legs before the Lord”! It was a combination of spread your hands/stretch out your feet…something like that. I tried desperately to backtrack but it was no use. I thank God for an awesome Church family who just laughed their heads off. They meant what I knew..haha. Needless to say, the unexpected laughter indeed led us all into a rich, deep and joyful worship with Jesus. I just love him.
Have an awesome day.
Now that is funny!!
I am laughing so hard I’m crying. It’s so much better to have tears from laughter! May the world, the Siestas, and the Moore family have many more days with tears of joy! God bless you,Beth!
U made me laugh so hard ! Hilarious thanks for sharing
Haha, who says God doesn’t have a sense of humour?! Love it! 🙂
Indeed, because YOU are smiling today, Beth…I’m smiling. Because I’m happy for you but also because you shared the laughter and so the cycle began. 🙂
Beth, you do so much for others-I’m hoping you’ll continue to feel the prayers and God working. Using this trial for the good. HE will make good of it…we have to have faith in that.
I live with three sons and a hubby…my stories are usually those of plenty but today, I just draw a blank. I’m kind of just feeling the quiet. With a smile. Thank you all for sharing.
*And the pic of you was great! I’m sure she walked away with your words in her heart. 🙂
Lying on the couch with 3-year-old granddaughter nursing her burned fingers….”when we die God makes us alive again, unless you are super-dead…then you go to heaven to be with God.”. I’m supposin’ God does a double-take on my understanding of Him and hopefully with a smile, the same way we do with a little one’s understanding.
Picked up my preschooler after her last day today, she starts Kindergarten in the fall. She says to me, “Mom, I’m graduated now. So I don’t EVER have to go to school again”. This Mama, just didn’t know how to respond. Answers raced through my mind, do I pop her little bubble now or put it off until later? Ya’ll know what I mean!?!? So, I over emphasized how she “gets” to go to Kindergarten with all her friends next year, and year after year continue to encourage her love for learning. Well, bubble burst, out came the big fat lower lip with arms promptly crossed! Lord help me, I laughed out loud!
A little while back I was looking for something at Walmart, and I went up to one of the employees, you know, down by the electronics department, to ask for help. We were standing in the middle of where two huge lanes cross (way out in the open), and out of nowhere with a dead straight face she starts picking at her buttocks! No kidding, I’m not sure if it was a wedgie or what it was, but it kept on going, and going… She was even sort of leaning to the side like she was going in for the kill. I thought I was going to lose it, I was biting my lip so hard and trying not to laugh that tears started welling up in my eyes. Poor lady!
I’m not on the funny patrol or anything, but this is really funny as is your next story.
I guess I talk in my sleep… so my husband says. The other night he said I rolled over, and was dead serious and said, “Honey, when you get home, can you keep your legs straight?”
LOL! Not too long ago I “slept leaped” over my husband. Apparently a large spider was chasing me and it seemed faster to crawl over him to get out of the bed. I then pinched him, told him to get it, and ran away!
Laughing my head off because of both of your stories!
My 4 year old nephew, who lives with me, said before bed the other night that he had something important to tell everyone, we gathered together so he could inform us that “If we are worried about the bed bugs. we can just pray to God and He’ll punch ’em in the face” – this coming for a boy dressed for bed in his batman costume 🙂
Love it! 🙂
HAHA! YESSIRR!
thanks Beth. This post was very timely for me. Very much what I needed to hear.
My husband and I have 2 dogs and are big on dogs. In a recent attempt to brighten my day, embarrass me and have a little fun, he stuck his head out of the window while I drove. Okay, I can live with that but if he starts barking, that’s it!
Very Cute!
Shannnon
So I have this idol – I want everything clean and organized, and I want it to stay that way. And quite honestly, I’m often extremely close to accomplishing this. And while my cleaning and organizational skills are a gift, I find myself on my knees before them at the expense of time better spent in a zillion other God-glorifying ways. So I confessed it to a group of women recently. And that confession landed me a dog less than a week later.
A tiny dog, but a dog none-the-less. In my house. Did I say that I have a dog in my house?
Her name is Fizzgig. And her poop is part of my sanctification.
Praying and BELIEVING with you, Beth.
Wow, I know another dog named Fizzgig. Where did that name come from?
Our pastor’s wife thought LOL in an email or text meant Lot’s of Love, so she was ending many of her responses to heart wrenching email’s she was getting with LOL and her name. That is until she found out what it really meant. Poor woman was so embarrassed and even more so when her husband decided to share the story with his congregation of a couple of thousand attendees!
Laughter is such a blessing from God, and a good sense of humor can help us through some of the most difficult seasons of our lives. I have a couple of examples.
Example 1: My sister Charlotte has been raising her 10-year-old grandson Logan since he was just a toddler. Whenever a woman is raising her grandchild you know there is a story behind that, as well as heartache. This is no exception, but the humorous incidents that Logan has instigated have helped lighten the heaviness of Charlotte’s burden. One time, during Logan’s potty-training days, Charlotte caught a whiff of something. She asked, “Logan did you poopoo?” “No, no poop!” was his reply. Just to make sure, Charlotte took a little peek in his pull-up. Sure enough, it was full! With a big grin on his face, Logan raised his hands and exclaimed, “Surprise!”
Example 2: I have a wonderful relationship with my young adult children, but that short season of life when they want to be independent, yet are still living at home, can be a little nerve-racking. A couple of years ago I suggested to my daughter Jessica that we take her car to do a couple of errands. She didn’t want to take her Saturn Ion, and in frustration she said, “I hate my car.” Even though I knew that she didn’t really “hate” her car and that it was just that it hadn’t been washed in a while, I sent her the following text message, as I was leaving: “I’m sorry you hate your car. Your dad and I paid a lot of money for it, and we are still paying the insurance.” A little while later, on my way home from doing my errands, I met my friend Gwen at Yogli Mogli for ice cream. Gwen chuckled as she said, “I don’t really like my Corolla, but I wouldn’t say I hate it. And, I didn’t realize y’all were paying my insurance!” We both laughed, as I realized that I had sent that text to her instead of Jessica. Jessica and I both laughed about it later. The incident helped lighten the mood for both of us.
Picture this and laugh as I did- Sunday I opened my car door and the wind whipped away my delicate wide rimmed white hat which went rolling across the parking lot, onto the grass and almost to the door, with me in my long elegant champagne colour victorian silk dress chasing it as quickly as one can, not used to being in heels!!! I was attending a victorian tea party in honour of cancer. Oh my, I could only laugh and say to the lady still in her car beside mine- “now do you have a story to share with your table of ladies!!”
I got this blog post minutes after my husband got in from work. He was changing out of his suit and tie and for the first time since he has had this particular pair of underwear I noticed them. Really NOTICED them. They are camo in the front, and this is why, my husband says, he bought them. On the back, however, they are ORANGE and the words THE RHYTHM SYSTEM are plastered across his derrière. I feel like I need to tell my fellow siestas that my husband does not have saggy undies in the back… he is blessed with a curvy bum. As he turned around to hang up his tie I see, THEY RHYTHM SYSTEM. It absolutely struck me as hysterical today, as it did to my husband who wondered if people would take him seriously at work knowing what his undies said. I worried about him being in some kind of accident that would require emergency personnel to remove his pants. We agreed that that was highly unlikely. I also thought about the designer and the day he/she sat down and said, “I am going to make underwear with THE RHYTHM SYSTEM across the bootie.” Humm
The other night at dinner, my husband belched at the table. My 4 year old daughter said, “Daddy, that’s not appropriate. You don’t do it with your mouth open. You do it like this.” She then proceeded to try and muster up a belch with her mouth closed. I said, “Isla, you don’t need to give your daddy burping lessons.”. Her response? “Yes I do… for the glory of God.”
Hey Beth so glad you feel like laughing again,it really is good medicine. When my daughter was 3 we were playing with neighbor girl who was 10 outside and she said “I have to go home now and practice spelling words”. My little girl said “Mama why does Sherrie have to practice spilling worms?Out of the mouths of babes,I love it.
On Saturday I took my 6 year old granddaughter to a children’s play. We always go to Starbucks afterwards for our special treat. She asked me to take her to the ladies room and afterwards in her louded voice proceeded to tell the entire cafe what she’s done in there. (And wondered why a young couple kept looking at her and smiling and whispering). After this she let out the biggest burp, echoing again all over the store and kept right on talking so seriously. Lots and lots of laughs. And Yes Beth, you and I could compete with grandchildren stories 😉
We had my sister-in-law as a houseguest for a week. She slept in our sunporch. We have small lizards around our yard that sometimes get in the house. Sis-in-law did not like the lizard that came into her room to pay a visit. The day after she left, here came the lizard. He ran, did a flip, and what looked like a break dance, then he ran farther and did the flip and dance again. I couldn’t help laughing at him. I guess he didn’t like sharing the room with sis-in-law anymore than she did, and he was celebrating having his room back! LOL
LET HAVE SOME FUN NOW…@ MY EXPENSE!!
I took a wonderful hot shower. I even shaved my legs. I decided to apply my lavendar baby oil all over my nice clean body. My legs,arms, tummy & my very white buttom.
I then had a call of nature. I picked up my “In Style” magazine, attempted to sit on the toilet and slid right off. So note to self & to you fine ladies.. Applying baby oil to your back side then sitting on the toilet is extremly hazardous!
AHH HUMILITY!
Shannon
I have 3 children. My youngest being my only son. He is 3 1/2 years old and daily he shows me how differently God made boys from girls. Right now he is a huge flirt. He often walks up to teenage girls at the grocery store, his sisters’ dance studio, etc and says, “Hi! My name’s Jack. What’s your name?” To which most teenage girls laugh and answer him and then he blushes. Last night he was so excited to see one of our babysitters and impress her. He said, “Watch Miss Alectra” and then proceeded to jump in the air and body slam himself onto his side on the living room floor. He hit so hard that the sitter and I both gasped and the living room shook!! I was sure he must of broken his collar bone! All was well, but I’m a little worried about what he may do later to impress a girl 🙂
We have pet gerbils. When we got our last set, we bought a bigger cage and put the old cage in the garage. When I went in the garage several days ago, there was a live MOUSE frantically trying to get out of the gerbil cage. It was so funny! By the time I called my girls out to see it, it had managed to find a way out.(I do think mice are cute, but I don’t want them in my house or garage, so I assigned my hubby to mouse duty!)
How about how I went through half of the day with my shirt inside out and tags hanging out. Really. Had to duck into grocery ladies room!