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39 and Not Holding

Today is my birthday.  I’m 39, and no, I’m not holding.  I’m proud of each year’s milestone.

This was the view when I walked out of the house:

Not a cloud in the sky…such a difference from the last three days of dark, rainy gloom.

Although it’s a chilly 63 degrees, I couldn’t help but be filled with the joy that is supposed to be a part of “my” day.

Chicky and I went to church.  There were quite a few empty seats because of Spring Break.  There were people missing from the praise team as well.  However, the worship leader was one of my favorites.  He did a fantastic job!  God was surely in that place as we lifted our voices to Him.

The songs were especially meaningful to me given the rough few days I had last week.  Here’s one of the songs we sang:

Aaron Shust – My Savior My God
From the album Anything Worth Saying

I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand
Stands one who is my Savior

I take Him at His word and deed
Christ died to save me; this I read
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my savior

That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior

Chorus
My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior’s always there for me
My God: He was, my God; He is
My God is always gonna be

Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior

That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior

Chorus:

My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior loves, My Savior lives

The sermon that followed was quite powerful.  It was taken from 1 Corinthians 20-31 and focused on how God uses the weak to serve Him.  My pastor used the example of David and Goliath to illustrate his point.  Most people have heard the story, but if you haven’t, I invite you to open a Bible and read about it in 1 Samuel 17.  The pastor also told a story about a young man at a college who was moved to repentance…not by an Olympic weight lifter who won the gold medal who was serving the Lord, but by a man, crippled during the Vietnam War and wheelchair-bound, whose face reflected a peace in his knowledge of God.

The weak, not the strong, was used to move the young man to repentance.

I often feel like the weaker person when gathered with others.  I lack confidence in social situations and now, with my uncertain employment, am beginning to doubt myself there as well.  Even in my weakness, God will use me to glorify Him.  There is such joy in that.

One of the most inspiring moments during the sermon came when this gentleman…certainly not a spring chicken…declared that each morning when he gets up, he is excited and curious about how God will use him that day.  I wonder…do I wake up with that attitude?  To be an instrument of God, one only needs to be clean (Jesus washes away our sins) and available.  Perhaps my job loss is making me available to hear God’s voice…His will for my life.

Things to ponder…

Rooster called me after I had gotten home from church.  He’s away with the church youth group…on a mission to fix up the facility where they will go for summer camp.  The group is going to Atlanta tomorrow (Monday) to play WhirlyBall.  Just the fact that he remembered to call me meant the world to me.

I don’t know what I’m doing the rest of the day…taking it easy, working on the sock that hasn’t seen any action since early last week (understandable but still sad).

Another year older.  I’d like to think another year wiser, but I’m not so sure.  Perhaps just another year as thankful.  Thankful for last year’s blessings.  Thankful for each new day and the potential to be used by God.

Shopping For a Prom Dress

Saturday was a busy day in the AuburnChick household…so busy that we didn’t let a series of downpours stop us from what we needed to accomplish.

Chicky and I slept in, a rare thing, and got up raring to go.  We were on a mission…

To find a prom dress.

These are words that can strike fear in the heart of any teen’s mom.

Chicky invited a friend to tag along.  This is one of the twins who came to visit her every day after her knee surgery.  A good friend.

We visited Dillards first.  Chicky approached the dresses hesitantly.  She’s a soccer player, used to wearing shorts and knee-high socks.  Dressing up is not her thing.

After a few “no’s” to dresses we pointed out, we finally told her she was trying on dresses, even if she didn’t think she would like them.  The point was to start narrowing down the styles and colors she preferred.

Thank goodness her friend was there with us.  It’s been a long time since I looked at fancy dresses, and some of those straps were like puzzle pieces…fitting around her shoulders in unique ways.

Chicky tried on quite a few dresses, but nothing really grabbed her interest.  We did figure out that blue and silver are good colors for her.  Guy Friend, who will be her date, prefers purple…for selfish reasons.  It’s his favorite color.  It didn’t look the best on her, though.

After leaving Dillards, we visited the only other “real” gown store in town…the one that “all” the girls go to.  Chicky’s good friend was there working, which was nice because she knows Chicky’s tastes.

This store was a dream to shop in…every dress covered by a clear bag to protect it.  Gowns were organized by price, size, and color.  For an organized person like me, this was awesome!  I cannot stand rifling through clothes to find the right size.  Ugh.

Chicky tried on a few more dresses…and then she found THE one.  It surprised her because she fought trying it on…not being very interested in it while it was on the hanger.

Boy, did she change her mind.

Although the dress is a bit too big at the top, and it’s also a bit too long, we could tell that this dress was perfect for her.

We looked for a price tag…the dreaded part of the entire trip…and sighed.  Even with the $100 discount tag, it was way beyond what we could afford.

We walked out, resigned.

We took Chicky’s friend home.  She offered to let her borrow a dress, but Chicky’s heart wasn’t into it any more.

An idea came to my mind in that moment.

Grandparents!

I suggested that Chicky call them and ask if they could help her out.

You could see her mind turning.  Hmmm…

Before she called, she told me she was concerned about seeming greedy.  Now, Chicky may be rude and unappreciative of what we do for her, but she never, ever asks her grandparents for things.  She understands the value of money.

I walked into another room to give her privacy, and she made the call.  The grandparents answered her call for help with the generosity they have always showered on members of our family.

Chicky came into the room with a huge smile on her face.  She was ready to go back to the store.

We went back, as fast as the speed limit and weather would allow…Chicky was nervous the entire way.  “What if someone else bought the dress while we were gone,” she asked.

“Then that wasn’t the dress God intended you to have,” I told her.

The dress was still there though, and it went home with us after I gulped and payed.  A check is on the way from the grandparents, so I’m not overly concerned.  But still…

As Chicky and I walked out of the store, she whispered to me, “This must be what it feels like to be rich.”

I had to laugh.

Oh gosh…you probably want to see pictures of this dress, don’t you?  Ok…here they are…

The front

A close-up of the top

A close-up of the top

The back

The back

Close-up of the back

Close-up of the back

I know that the top looks a bit revealing, but after it’s altered, it will hug her slender body…a body that doesn’t boast cleavage, thank goodness.

I’m so thrilled that we had a wonderful day of shopping…no fighting (amazing, eh?)…just a regular day out with my daughter.