Women's Dinner

My sweet church hosted a women's dinner for 600+ women this week.  Here's the recap of this wonderful, chocolate and big-jewelry-filled evening:

1. The men of our church served the women. They dressed up, donned black aprons and acted as waiters, graciously serving their women so that we could feel doted on. Mr. Right volunteered, and I may be a bit biased, but I think he looked mighty handsome carrying that pitcher of ice tea.

2. Our church invited my ESL ladies to attend. For free. And so many of our members came by to welcome them and tell them how happy they were that they chose to join us. 

3. Some of our ESL students come from cultures where a man would NEVER serve a woman. So this dinner blew their mind. It was a great testimony, and they felt so very special. It's nights like this, where they feel loved on, that softens their hearts to hear and accept the gospel.

4. Our church took up a collection to pay for textbooks for our English students for next semester. We almost cried when we found out - they had kept it as a surprise from us. Textbooks are very expensive and most of our students have very little money - so this is a huge deal.

Thanks to First Euless for investing in women. And thanks to the women who chose last night to invest in our English students. 

"And I pray that you... may have power... to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."  - Ephesians 3:18-19

Three more days of thankful

I have been trying to eat from the salad bar at work every day, and it has helped me to lose five pounds. (insert back flip here) Of course, I have gained and lost those five pounds several times over the last few months, but I'm hoping that my diligence in eating a healthy lunch every single day can help make that move permanent.

Then again, week-after-next I'm going to have a birthday date, a birthday girlfriend lunch, two family birthday dinners, and two Thanksgiving celebrations in a seven-day period (not to mention we bought 2-dozen cake balls from the lady who did our wedding cake!). I'm going to assume those five extra pounds will find their way back to me by the end of that week, but maybe my salad-eating ways will help chase them away the following week. I'm thinking optimistically.

Instead of opting for one of the high-calorie salad dressings from our salad bar, I bought my own bottles of own olive oil and basalmic vinegar and keep them stashed in one of my cabinets at work. Every day at noon I go to pull out these two glass bottles and something inside me feels a little naughty - like I'm really pulling out a bottle of gin for an afternoon happy hour at my desk, like they do in the movies... or Mad Men. At least, I think they do that on Mad Men... I've never actually seen the show. But that's what I would suspect, based off what I've read about it in US Weekly.

Confession... I ended my 10-year US Weekly subscription right before Mr. Right and I got married because it seemed like a frivolous spend during a time when we were pinching every penny. But I did download the App on my iPhone, so I'm still in the know.

Yes, that's a bottle of Lysol wipes and a hammer next to my oil and vinegar. There would be more randoms in there, but I'm about to move my office (temporarily) and so the rest of my junk is already packed... these are the only essentials that remain. 

So that brings me to what I'm thankful for:

Day 12 - I am thankful for those random moments in every day that delight me, entertain me, or bring an unexpected treat. Whether it's a sweet comment from a coworker or getting hopelessly tickled over something that nobody else will ever understand, I am thankful for the little things that bring me unexpected joy.

Day 13 - I am thankful for late night walks around the lake with Mr. Right. We took one last night--it was unseasonably warm and provided such a calming end to our weekend--watching as the light danced off the lake and taking in the sound of... quiet.

Day 14 - I am thankful for my old Sunday School class. I dearly miss them, and they have been nice enough to let me visit them for the past few weeks as my own class covers something I've already studied twice this year. I am thankful for Katie and Amy and the sacrifices they make to teach us every week, and to the other girls who pray for each other (and for me). It's a good reminder, over and over and over, that I'm not alone

I am thankful for my church

6. I am thankful for my church. It, and the people in it, feel like home. They have been there for me since I was a wide-eyed 23-year-old, six months in to working at my first "big girl" job in a new town, back when I didn't own any furniture, when the thought of being an adult was totally foreign and when I could count the number of friends I had on one hand. I am thankful for the women who invested in my life, for the pastor who first handed me the reigns to teach, and for the people who have walked with me through struggles, illnesses, death and breakups, and also celebrated with me in some of my very best moments, who have traveled the world with me, who cheered for me as I walked the aisle to marry Mr. Right, and who continue to encourage us now as newlyweds.

I have made my sweetest friendships at church. With those friends I have cruised to Mexico, floated the river in Gruene, run a half marathon, hiked mountains in Colorado, and visited Italy, Greece, Spain and Croatia (along with napped in the airport in Brussels). I have found friends who were willing to live an adventure with me, who helped me decorate my Christmas tree and who taught me how to throw a football.

I met my husband at our church... fittingly, it was in the coffee area before Sunday School. So I'm also grateful for those who serve behind the scenes taking care of silly details like coffee, which happened to change my life.

My church and the people in it have changed my life, and I am grateful. I am grateful for our head pastor and his team of ministers who give of their time and energy to love and lead the rest of us. And I am grateful that my church chose to hire Mr. Right and provide him with a huge blessing and learning opportunity as he plugs away on that seminary degree. I can say that I love my church even more after hearing through my husband just how committed our church workers are, and watching with a front-row seat how they love Jesus through loving his people.

May I encourage you that if you don't have a church family, if you've felt distant from your church, or you feel like you're alone - be brave and try again. We were not created to be silos, we weren't created to serve alone, or to suffer alone, or to celebrate alone.

If you come to mine, I'll save you a seat.

English class

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My entire life I wanted to be an English teacher. As a little girl I played school with my poor, helpless, bossed-around younger sisters, and as a college student I wavered between majoring in English and journalism, changing my major five times as I tried to decide between a career as a teacher and joining the world of communications.

I picked communications. 

But a small part of me has always dreamed of someday being an English teacher. And now I am, although in a classroom I never expected.

Mr. Right and I are working with an ESL (English as a Second Language) class at our church. Will is the organized guru who makes sure teachers have their lessons, classrooms are set up, kids are returned to their parents, and tummies are full with pizza each week.

I teach the beginner's class with one of my best girlfriends, and I have fallen in love with my students.

In the past six weeks I've taught people from DR Congo, Burundi, the Ivory Coast, Jordan, Egypt, Nepal, Mexico, Colombia, Venezuela, and Puerto Rico. In our other classes we have folks from South Korea, the Ukraine, Bangladesh, Syria, Somalia, and several other countries that I can't seem to remember now. 

I have refugees. I have a physician. I have people who need to learn English to find work. I have the very old and the very young. One of my students has seven children. I have people who speak Swahili, French, Spanish, Arabic, Nepali, and Bangla. I have muslims and Christians, and I suspect I probably have some hindus and buddhists. I have a child who told me that in his country, if you convert to Christianity, you will be killed. My students have lived such brave lives.

I have never met a more fascinating group of people. My beginner students are passionate about learning English - many are searching out additional programs so they can get more practice. They ask questions and work hard to grasp the concepts, they help each other, and they do every last bit of the homework I assign them. They are a dream class to teach.

Even better, they're learning English at my church. Every week as we celebrate the end of a lesson with pizza, we tell them about Jesus, and about how incredibly loved they are by Him. And by us. 

It's rewarding to teach someone English. To open a new world of possibilities, of freedom, of independence. It's even more rewarding to share with them the source of my hope, and my peace, and my motivation for loving them.

For this man I have prayed...

One of my favorite stories in the Bible is of Hannah, a young woman who in total desperation after years of infertility pleaded to the Lord to give her a child.

And He gave her Samuel.

I can relate to Hannah. For so many years, I got on my knees and prayed that the Lord would bring me a partner that I could serve alongside.

And he answered my prayer.

It took Him what seemed like forever to answer my prayer. Years of what seemed like unanswered prayers, years of feeling like I was forgotten, like I missed my opportunity. Years of praying that I could find contentment in the now.  where so many that seemed to go unanswered, and at times (okay, most of the time) I was so impatient.

And then Mr. Right came, and I didn't have to do a single thing. He was such an answer to prayer.

Maybe that's why I get so overwhelmed when I hear him preach. For this man I prayed so many years. I hoped and hoped that I would someday find a man of God who could lead our family, encourage me in my ministry, and set an example of love. So yesterday, when Mr. Right preached to a group of seniors, and I could see his love pouring out for these widows and people forgotten, I felt a welling of emotion. It was a special opportunity to hear my man preach, and to know that his words were authentic, lived out in private as much as they are in public.

I wonder if I will ever get used to hearing him preach.

I hope I never do.

Africa

I want to go to Africa in 2010. More specifically, I want to go on a mission trip to Tanzania with my church. I had a few things that I worried might hinder my traveling (first and foremost, my annoying and currently uncontrollable asthma issues) but I have started finding solutions to what I thought were closed doors. I'm a bit terrified of the idea of traveling to the wilderness for two weeks, but my heart is aching to go.

Last night I had dinner with my wonderful Christian parents--both leaders in their church and big advocates for spreading the gospel. Here is what our conversation looked like:

Dad - So you really want to go to Africa, huh?

Me - Yep. I really want to go.

Dad - You know what happens to folks who go to Africa... they all come home wanting to adopt an African orphan.

Me - Oh really? Would that be so horrible?

Dad - Nah. I'd watch him for you.

Me - Well it's settled then. Africa, here I come!

Football

My favorite Sunday afternoon activity used to be taking naps. It takes something pretty important to get me to sacrifice my beloved two-hour Sunday nap. But then I learned to play football... and everything changed.

Now, you can find me, along with my sweet church friends, up at the park, playing a serious game of flag football. Okay, not really serious. Some people are serious. I'm not one of them. I've been known to miss a play because I was chatting with an opponent (you're shocked, I know). But it's still a great way to get exercise, enjoy some sunshine, and hang out with some cool people.

Speaking of which... time to go get ready for today's game.

Out of hiding

I decided to play hooky over the weekend. Instead of hanging out with my friends, or doing homework, or really doing anything I was "supposed" to do, I hid out for 24 hours and had a "Bethe Day" all to myself. It was glorious. Not necessarily exciting... I did all of those things I never do... I vacuumed underneath my bed, cleaned floorboards, organized my closet, hooked up a printer (okay, friend Kevin stopped by to do that), went to the grocery store, and I even finally bought the hardware to hang the curtains that I bought back on January 1. From Friday night (when I watched Twilight... while eating Parisian chocolates... my perfect evening) until Saturday night, I did my best to regain control of my out-of-control life. I de-stressed, recharged my batteries, and it was fantastic. Today, I was ready to face the world once again, with a new energy, a revitalized spirit, and a positive attitude.

And thanks to everyone who checked in on me to make sure I was okay. I'm absolutely fine. I love to live a life filled with adrenaline and projects and "stuff," and it only takes me a day or so to recharge my batteries for quite awhile. Oh yeah, and I'm getting a massage tomorrow night, which means I'm good for another month or two.

Today I played flag football with my friends from church and enjoyed an absolutely beautiful afternoon at the park. Have I mentioned how fantastic my church is? Really... it's pretty darn special.  

I also wanted to post a photo from my neighborhood supper club, which met last Thursday at Sister Sarah's house. At the moment I feel like my life is one long episode of Friends (except my life is G-rated)... there are a few moments in life that I wish I could bottle, or take a photo of, and freeze forever. My current group of friends are one of those... I have been inundated with cool people to hang out with, and I realize that it's an absolute blessing. Just last year I was praying fervently for God to bring me a few close friends, and instead he decided to open up the floodgates. I am so blessed. Here's a photo of just a few of the folks who came to our monthly neighborhood dinner last week.

Okay, enough rambling for one night. I'm off to tackle a 300 page book that I need to read by Thursday (does anybody know if there's a Cliffs Notes for The Razor's Edge? Because that book is B-O-R-I-N-G). Time to dust off those rusty speed reading skills.

What's for dinner?

My friends have created a neighborhood dinner club. We all happen to go to the same church and live in the same part of town, so logically this meant we just HAD to create a supper club! It only makes sense, it had to be done.

Tonight we met at Andrea & Sara's house, and Sara, the best cook in town, made us the most fantastic dinner! It was great... I got to hang out with old friends, and we invited some new folks to join us who just started visiting our church. It was a great picture of what good church outreach should look like... laid back, getting to know each other around the dinner table, and enjoying a good meal together. 

They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.... Every day they continued to meet together... they broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

--Acts 2:42, 46-47

Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves... Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

--Romans 12:10, 12-13

Fun night

After such an intellectually draining week, tonight was the perfect reprieve. I was able to sneak in a quick nap after work, then played volleyball with a bunch of my church friends at the park! It was so nice... the weather was perfect, my friends were all in a good mood, and I even managed to get a few serves over! And the best part... I didn't have to use my brain at all!

Both of my sisters came... and it reminded me of just how lucky I am to have such awesome sisters. When the three of us get together, we ALWAYS have fun, no matter who else is around or what we're doing. They're my closest friends and I'm so thankful for them. And I learned something else... my youngest sister Lindsay is a volleyball pro! She was diving and digging all over the place... she definitely doesn't take after her big sister (me).

I'm off to bed... the Benadryl is starting to kick in, soon I'll be in a drug-induced coma.