Tuesday, November 27, 2007


As if I don't have enough boys of my own...

We have several neighborhood boys who practically live at our house.

I was in the attic helping Aaron move some things and heard SCREAMING in the front yard.

We went running down the stairs to find out that these crazy boys caught a SQUIRREL!


"We caught a squirrel!!!" They were screaming and jumping around...so excited.

I said..."Really?"

"Yes! A squirrel!"

Surely this was a prank.

Boys are also very gifted in the prank area.

So I said..."Nu-uh."

Then they showed it to me.

Aren't boys amazing?

We now have a squirrel in a terrarium on our front porch.

As I'm typing a whole crew of little boys are running around collecting pecans and smashing them for the squirrel.


I love boys.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

I had the sweetest day.

It's my birthday.

I woke up to an email from my husband listing his 31 favorite things about me.

He knows words are my favorite gift.

He also knows that his wife does INDEED consider email a completely valid and appropriate form of communication in almost every circumstance**. He also knows I check my email as soon as I wake up in the morning. When your life is filled with college students (and Melodi Henry) you just NEVER know what you're going to wake up to in your inbox. They write emails in the middle of the night and keep my mornings interesting.

I love email, want to kiss it and marry it...and I love that my husband knows that.

Then, I walked out the door to put the kids in the car at 6:50 a.m....yikes...and there was a huge poinsettia plant on the front porch with a card containing Starbucks money.


Aaron is amazing.

When I opened the door, the first thing I thought was...

Wow. I'm shocked this did not get stolen.

Then, I seriously thought...maybe the plant WAS stolen. Maybe Aaron stole the poinsettia from Northview Baptist Church last night!

That would have made my day.

If Aaron, my die-hard, rule following husband had stolen me something for my birthday...I would have felt dizzy with desire for my rebel man.

But he bought the plant, as all good rule followers do.

I still love him, because there's always next year...he could steal me something next November.

I got sweet cards and gifts and phone calls from my precious family and friends. I also got a free, surprise, Kirby birthday concert. Kirby sang and her mute backup singer/fly girl, Larra nodded her head. I adore those girls.


The BEST gift of the day was my very long, undisturbed NAP.

I want to stand up and do a nap dance.


Oh glorious day.

Who's jealous?

It was fantastic, and it is a gift I will NEVER forget.

Aaron stayed home the whole time in case he needed to run interference with the neighborhood kids.

I love that man.

Today I'm 31.

Today I'm thankful for my life...for my fantastic friends who feel like family...and my fantastic family who actually are family.

**excludes using email to tell someone about a death, that you no longer want someone to be in your wedding, or you no longer want to be in your own wedding.

Friday, November 23, 2007

You Should See It!

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium
Hands down, the best movie I have seen in a LONG time.
He's like the male Mary Poppins.
So good!
Even the credits are cute.

After everything we do, I always say, "Favorites, favorites."

That cues my family to tell me their favorite thing about that event, movie, book, trip.

After the movie, I asked for favorites and Hayden said..."The whole movie was my favorite part."

Me too!

That's really how I felt.

Anson agreed.

Ashton liked it when the "octopus was on that lady's head."

Aaron said, "The minute that girl told that boy he did not have to color inside the lines, no matter what anyone told him, I knew you were going to love this movie."


He knows me well.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


Proverbs 19:21

Many plans are in a man's mind, but it is the Lord's purpose for him that will stand.

This morning I had a sweet time of prayer and Bible Study with the kids. We sat down at the same time we knew the precious birthmother would be sitting down looking at our family's profile.

I told the boys...

"The Bible says that we can make all the plans we want to, but it's only the Lord's plans for our life that will actually happen. Right now, there is a birthmother looking at our profile. Right now, my plan would be for her to pick us today. If it were up to me, we would find out today if these are the babies we are supposed to be waiting on. That's my plan. But does that mean she will decide today?"

"No," they said.

Anson added, "But I want her to."

"I know. I do too," I said. "My plan would be for her to pick us and for us to know today that we were chosen. But, that may not happen. As a matter of fact, it may be God's plan that she not pick us at all. It may not be God's plan for us to have these babies. That's when we have to trust that the Lord is right. Only His plans for our life prevail. His plans are the only plans that matter."

Then I said, "And if she does pick us, then my plan would be to get this house ready for twins. My plan would be to get all excited, anticipating their arrival, but does that mean the babies are going to come to our house even if we are picked?"

"No," they said.

"No. It doesn't," I said. "The truth is, God may have a different plan. God's plan may be that the mother decides to keep her babies even after our family has made plans to be the ones who raise them. Does that make it easy to trust God's plan?"

"No," they said.

We had such a great talk about how God knows more than we know. His plans are better. His plans are the only ones we want. But I told them how hard that is for me right now. They said it was hard for them too.

So we prayed.

There is something about hearing my kids talk to God that always moves me. But today, hearing them pray with such honesty and trust was beautiful and just what my heart needed to hear.

God has heard our cry.

"Bring us a baby, Lord...but we trust you, even though it's hard. We would much rather you plan the way we plan. We wish our plans were your plans. And yet, that scares us to death, because we don't want to want a plan that is not yours."

That was at 10:00 this morning.

Right now, it's 1:15 in the afternoon, and I hate how much I think I might die from not knowing.

Now, it's 2:22 p.m. We finally lost our minds. We called AND emailed Cindy Seay. We couldn't wait another second! Poor Cindy!

We found out that the birthmother did not get to come in today because her OB appointment was moved up this morning.

We may find out on Saturday.

Thank you all for praying.

Today is a GOOD picture of how the Hendrick house will live for awhile...asking God for strength during the wait.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Pumpkin Yum

Last Christmas, I made cookbooks for my friends and family. I asked them to send me their favorite recipes that they actually USE. Then I compiled them to give as gifts. This year I have LOVED cooking my friend's and family's favorite dishes in my own kitchen. There' s something sweet about that! I asked them to write the recipes casually, meaning...write how you talk. They did! I can literally HEAR them saying the words to me as I read them. I also asked them to include any special memories about those recipes as well. This is something I will treasure forever.

Since it's Thanksgiving week, I thought I would share my favorite pumpkin recipes from the cookbook. I have actually made and eaten all of these...and think they are fantastic. I LOVE these recipes because they taste great, but also because they make my house smell like Thanksgiving. I walk in and just want to soak up the sweetness of my home.

Pumpkin Bread
From Michele Smith

3 cups flour
3 cups sugar
1 cup shortening
3 eggs
1 can pumpkin
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon (heaping)
1 tsp. cloves (heaping)
1 tsp. nutmeg (heaping)
1/4 tsp. salt

Garrett and I make this every year. He will not let anyone else in the kitchen. I can remember making this with my great grandmother. It's been in my family forever!! Mix shortening, eggs and pumpkin in large bowl. In another bowl, mix all dry ingredients. Then add a little at a time to the liquid ingredients until all is mixed well. Put in loaf pan and bake at 350 for 35-45 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.

Pumpkin Muffins
From Melodi Henry

2 1/2 c. sugar
8 oz. pkg. of cream cheese
1/2 c. margarine
4 eggs
16 oz. can of pumpkin
3 1/2 c. flour
2 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. ground cloves
1 c. nuts (opt)

Combine sugar, softened cream cheese, and softened margarine, mixing until well blended. Add eggs one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Blend in pumpkin. Add combined dry ingredients, mixing just until moistened. Fold in nuts. Pour into greased and floured muffin pans. Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes. (hint: I've tried using whole wheat flour, but it truly made a bad difference in taste.)

Pumpkin Roll

From Bethan Rogers

3 eggs
1 cup sugar
2/3 cup canned pumpkin
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
3/4 cup flour

1 (8 oz.) package cream cheese, softened
4 T butter, softened
1 cup powdered sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla

In a large bowl, beat eggs and sugar. Beat in remaining cake ingredients. Grease a 10"x15" jelly roll pan. Line pan with waxed paper, then grease and lightly flour the waxed paper. Pour batter into the pan and spread evenly. Bake at 350 for 15 minutes. *Cake cooks fast so watch carefully to avoid burning the edges. While cake is baking, sprinkle powdered sugar heavily over the kitchen towel, using a sieve or sifter. Turn hot cake onto the towel. Remove waxed paper. Trim off burnt or crusty edges. Sprinkle more powdered sugar over the hot cake and quickly roll up with towel inside. Let cake cool completely, about 30 minutes. Meanwhile, prepare filling by beating together all ingredients until smooth and creamy. Unroll cooled cake and spread with the filling mixture. Roll up cake with filling on the inside. Wrap in waxed paper and then foil. Refrigerate or freeze. To serve, slice cake about 1/3 inch thick and sprinkle with powdered sugar. Note - cake cuts best when still slightly frozen...but don't serve frozen!

Pumpkin Pie Crunch
From Jenn Bacak
1 can pumpkin
1 (12 oz.) can evaporated milk
3 eggs
1-1/2 cups sugar
4 t pumpkin pie spice
1/2 t salt
yellow cake mix (butter recipe is best)
1 cup chopped pecan bits
1 cup melted butter
Vanilla Cool Whip

Grease a 9 x 13 pan. Combine pumpkin through salt in a large bowl. Pour it into the pan. Pour cake mix over it evenly. Sprinkle pecans on top. Then drizzle the butter over it, and bake at 350 for 50-55. Golden bubbly. Serve with Cool Whip, and I have paired it with the Vanilla Cool Whip, which is a heavenly combination. I think Vanilla Cool Whip was made specifically for this dessert.

Do you have any favorite pumpkin recipes?

Sunday, November 18, 2007

A Weekend We Will Never Forget

Need to get caught up on our adoption journey?
Go to the restroom, grab a snack and enjoy!

And to think...

I thought agreeing to adopt was something huge.

Silly ol' me.

Friday, Cindy Seay from New Life asked us to pray about whether or not we would accept twin girls.

Did you read what this mother of three BOYS just wrote?



When I'm honest, I was daydreaming about



My initial response was...

"Twins. How neat."

That lasted about 2 and a half seconds.

The next 24 hours was spent saying things like...

We will have five children.

Five children.

We will never sleep.
Ever. Never again.

How will we afford this?

How does anyone keep two newborns alive?

How dumb would we be to SIGN UP for this insanity?

We only have six thousand dollars. That was enough for one baby's adoption and finalization. Now we need about two thousand more. We don't have that kind of money.

Our house is nowhere near finished.

We will have seven people sleeping in two bedrooms.

How will we afford all that formula?

How can anyone even hold two babies at the same time?

I'm a mother, not an octopus.

What if they are born premature and we have to be at the hospital forever?

How am I going to bond with adopted twins? I've heard it can be hard to bond with twins when the one bonding is the one who birthed them. How will this ever work?

What will we drive?

How will we ever fit 5 children with our last name AND our army of neighbor kids in our car?

How will we all get to church?

How will I be able to teach my kids?

When will I sit down?

Can you imagine the laundry?




One girl would scare me to death...and I'm agreeing to two of them?

How will this white mama ever be able to fix a little brown girl's hair...how will I fix TWO little brown girl's hair?

I could go on and on and on.

I did to the Lord...but I'll spare you.

God must have known I would morph into a freak job as soon as Cindy asked us to pray.

So He did some very neat things to lovingly remind me that He has this under control.

As soon as we found out, I was talking to Kirby and she said, "What is Aaron thinking right now?"

I asked Aaron while on the phone with Kirby.

He said, "I'm leaning more towards yes than no."

Again...I thought I was going to hyperventilate.

Then he reminded me of my dream.

The MORNING of the same day Cindy contacted us, I was sitting in the living room reading my Bible.
I had been up for about 30 minutes...but all of a sudden, I remembered the dream I had during the early morning (during the time between going tinkle at 5 a.m. and waking up for the day).

Aaron was on the couch in the same room reading a book to Hayden. I thought, "Do I tell him my dream?" I don't know why, but I had to purposefully choose to tell Aaron. I had to wait for him to finish reading to Hayden...and then again...I kind of wrestled with whether or not I would tell him.

Finally, I said...

I dreamed last night that today we got picked.

We were in Cindy's office. She told us she was about to show our profile to a birth mom, but wanted us to know that we would be picked. So, the three of us rejoiced together, knowing we would soon meet OUR birth mother because it was a done deal.

By that afternoon, even after getting the news from Cindy, I had never thought about that dream again.

When Aaron reminded me, I could not believe it.

I'm so glad I told him.

And...I'm so glad HE remembered MY dream.

The day we were called was the day I told my husband I dreamed we got picked.


I've NEVER had dreams that mean ANYTHING. They are quite entertaining dreams...but pointless, I hope.

Aaron and I decided to take this weekend to pray and fast about this decision.

My idea was to make a good, handy dandy pros and cons list.

I love a good pros and cons list.

I could not wait to pull up publisher, so I could make a beautiful, colorful chart.

This would be the pros and cons list to beat all pros and cons lists.

I already had mentally picked my font.

Aaron said he would rather we just pray and wait to hear from the Lord.

This is why God wants Aaron to lead...not me.

So that's what we've done.

I don't know how many of you were sitting in the Saturday night service...I've heard all three services were completely different...another amazing thing to me, because I know God spoke a specific message straight to our hearts.

A missionary from Nicaragua preached.

Even though the message was about missions, God spoke clearly to both of our hearts. These were not babies we were praying about. These are two souls. Two souls.

He said things like... "When God asks you to do something, it doesn't matter if you don't think you're smart enough, if you feel unprepared, if you don't have the details. All you can do is say, yes."

Then, about four times, he said...
"If God has asked you to do something, to serve him, do not leave this place without telling Him yes."

"Do not leave this place without telling God, yes."

Holy cow.

Then it was Aaron's turn.

The first song he lead us to sing, planned EARLIER in the week was...

"Whatever you ask of me, I know my answer will be yes, Lord...yes..."

I sat there, watching him sing, tears running down my face, knowing EXACTLY what we were about to say yes to.

Then we sang words that were SO HARD for me.

"It's your life. It's your life. It's not my life anymore."

If this was my life, then I'd rather have one baby at a time.

If this was my life, then I'd rather have more money before agreeing to this.

If this was my life, then I'd like for there to be three bedrooms that are FINISHED upstairs.

If this was my life, then I'd like to be able to try and nurse my adopted child...and how will I do this with two?
(yep...you actually can nurse adopted kids)

If this was my life, then I'd like some sleep.

I'd like to sit down.

I'd like to all be able to fit in our vehicle.

But this isn't my life.

And when God asks, "Who will go?"

Our answer needs to be, "Lord, send us."

That sounds so easy to do...

But believe me, I feel like I said, "Lord, I just wet my pants, but send me."

I have never cried more than I have this weekend.

And what's hilarious about all of this is...

We may not even be getting twin girls!
This just means that the birth mom will have two choices. Our family and another family.

She would still have to pick us.

We just know that God has shown us without a doubt this weekend that we were supposed to say YES to Cindy about showing our profile.

So we did.

The birth mother will meet us by looking through a book on Wednesday of this week.

Please pray.

Pray for her. Can you imagine?

This huge emotional train wreck this weekend has been over whether or not we MIGHT be getting twins.


My heart was stirred from the moment I found out about these girls.

All I could think, through teary eyes, while reading all their information was...

"Are these my daughters?"

Maybe not.

But I'm thankful that God has placed them in my heart...maybe just to pray for them. They are due the first week of January!

I can't get over how much God has shown up, has taught us, has refined us...how much we have seen him do weird God things...how much our faith has grown through this adoption process...AND WE HAVE NOT EVEN BEEN PICKED.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

There was a time in my life when unbelief was my constant companion.

I still doubt.

Don't get me wrong.

But now, things are different because I am aware that my doubt stems from the fact that I'm foolish and weak, not because God deserves it.

Things are different because of one thing...

I read the whole Bible.

Every single page.

Even Leviticus.

I almost died.

But, reading the whole thing changed me.

From a writing stand point, I could not ignore how incredible it was that different men wrote this, over such a span of time, and yet the books are so consistent. Same imagery. Same main idea. Same message.

Suddenly it was harder to believe that so many different men could write something so consistent than it was to believe God was behind this enormous endeavor.

For the first time in my life, I realized there is no plan B or C in the Bible.

From beginning to end...it's all one, huge plan of love, warning and redemption.

I remember a time in my life when I would think, "How can all this be real?"

Now, although I'm silly and doubt God in the details of my life, after reading the entire book, I can't deny that everything He has ever said has been true.

He fulfilled every prophecy about Himself.


I have fulfilled every prophecy about myself.

Every single one of us are so different from one another.

We have our own quirks, our own preferences, our own goals, our own ideas...

But we are ONE in the ways that we're broken.

Long ago, before my "issues" were ever born, He predicted every hole in my soul...and every single day, when I choose to do things my way, those prophesies are faithfully fulfilled.

He is who He said He is.

And I am who He said I would be.

This CD is so powerful and amazing. The songs tell a beautiful story.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Roaches are the Devil's Pets

Sabbatical post #5

By tomorrow night, this Christmas thing
will be edited and ready to print.
Can I get a huge, "Yee-Haw?"

This was from a post where I was tagged.

Even after rereading it, I can't believe the emotional trauma this wretched beast put me through.

I'm still not over it!

5. I hate roaches. About two years ago, I was asleep in my bed. I felt something on my arm. I shook my arm. I heard a solid “thud” when that "thing" landed near me. I came out of my drowsy state and immediately began punching Aaron, shrieking… “Turn on the light. I think something was on me. I think something was on me.” He turned on the light. We saw nothing.

I convulsed, shaking my head just thinking about a roach being on me. My convulsing knocked a HUGE black roach out of my HAIR. It landed on our bed and ran across our white sheets. It was 3 a.m. I SCREAMED uncontrollably, knowing full well I was going to wake the kids, but I was completely powerless to stop the screaming.

I RAN down the hall to the bathroom. I stood there crying…heaving.

I could hear Aaron making all sorts of noise in our bedroom hunting down and killing the insect from hell. I heard him go to the other bathroom and flush. He opened up the door to the bathroom where I was to find his wife BAWLING, NAKED, standing in the bathtub. He immediately shut the door and stood in the hall, trying to compose himself. He opened up the door, with sort of a straight face and said, “Are you ok?” I don’t know why I had to take my clothes off. I could NOT stop crying. I really was terrified. And I felt like I had been violated. I threw my pajamas in the trash. I would never wear them again.

We went into the living room. I tried to sit on the couch. I could not. I had to stand. I was afraid a roach would get on me. I STOOD in the middle of the living room floor and watched two episodes of Fresh Prince of Bellaire. The whole time Aaron kept begging me to come back to bed, or to at least sit down. He kept telling me that we don’t normally have roaches in our house, and so my fear of another roach getting on me was nuts. But what if they were having a family reunion? What if it was woodstock for roaches week?

Eventually, I went back to our bedroom. We turned off the light. Not even a minute later, I told Aaron I couldn’t sleep in the dark...ever again. We turned back on the light. About 30 minutes later, I woke Aaron back up and asked him to move our bed into the center of the room. He did. Then, I got up, got a blanket and wrapped myself up like a human burrito. Only my nose and mouth were showing. I felt Muslim. I also felt very sweaty. Even though I was drenched in sweat underneath the blanket, I could not sleep with out it. We woke up in the morning, with our light on, our bed in the middle of the room, with Muslim me lying in the MIDDLE of our bed horizontally. It was the worst night of my life.

The next morning was a Saturday. I started calling my pest control man, who I already had a great relationship with due to my insanity about anything creepy crawly. I left a message. I called every hour on the hour. Every time I would say, “Darwin…it’s Heather. I REALLY need you to call me…today…please.” By 2 p.m. this is the message I left…

“Darwin…ok…here’s the deal. A ROACH got on me. On my skin. It touched my skin. While I was sleeping. (I think I started crying again at this point in the message). Please. You have to come over here. Please. If you don’t come today, I am going to have to go sleep at the Marriot. Please. (my voice got squeaky here). Call me Darwin.” He called an hour later.

He said my messages had been played over and over again by several different employees…that this was the best Saturday of their lives. He was out of town, so they couldn’t reach him. He came over that day, with several other people. They sprayed the whole house again…and even crawled under our house and dusted with something so strong that I could not even let the kids play outside for 48 hours. I’ve never been more thankful for toxins in my whole life.

The next few nights I still could not sleep. What if the dust didn’t work? Over a week later, I was so exhausted from barely sleeping. I asked Aaron this very difficult question:

“Do you think our kids will look back at their life at home and think it is more weird that their mom slept with her light on wearing one of those cool movie star eye covers, or would they think it was more weird that I slept in a tent on our bed...but in the dark?"

He just stared at me.

I went with the tent.

They could play with it during the day…I could sleep in it at night. They wouldn’t think that was weird. They would think I was cool.

The tent was the only solution.

I researched the roach online.

They come out during the day too, so sleeping with the light on wearing a cool movie star eye cover would not work.

During all those nights I wasn’t sleeping, I brainstormed every possible way to keep a roach from ever getting on me again. Caulking our whole bedroom? Moving my whole family to a daytime sleeping schedule? Laser sensors? Levitating in my sleep? None of those would work. I either did not know how to do those things, or a roach could come from the ceiling and fall on me. It brought me to tears just thinking of how defeated I was by a devil insect that isn't always nocturnal.

The tent was a brilliant idea.

I could inspect it for roaches before bedtime every night. Then, I could climb in, zip it up…and there you go…no way no how could a roach get on me.

Pure genius.

And, since we were pitching the tent on our bed, it would be comfy.

And, since I would never in a million years ever camp in a tent in real life…like outside somewhere, this could be a great compromise.

There is no better description of a win, win situation in my opinion.

That night, I got in the tent, zipped myself up, so relieved to at least get one good night’s sleep. Aaron refused to participate. He slept on the couch.

Well, for half the night he slept on the couch. I went and got him at 3 a.m. because I was AGAIN drenched in sweat from sleeping in the tent. It seems it gets hot in tents if there isn’t any wind. And, since tents really aren’t meant for indoor sleeping, my fail proof plan was FAILING.

Then we moved a month later to a new house...for a bunch of reasons, none of them being the roach.

But...no joke…

When we called Darwin to say we up and moved, he said, “Was this because of the roach on Heather?”

That poor man!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Perhaps More People Need to Say "Too Much"


This post could cause Christian rioting.
Let's all pause for a moment and imagine
what that would look like...

I saw well dressed people hitting other
people with Jesus fishies and framed
Prayers of Jabez...what did you see?

You see...

I have a confession to make.

I despise Christian Radio.

Go ahead...pick out your stone to throw.

Then come back.

I've been trying to work through my feelings towards Jesus Radio Stations, but I guess like most things...it's a process...and I'm not done confessing my ill will towards them.

I'm sorry, but I've been boycotting Christian Radio since last year when the station I was listening to said this at Christmas time...

"Let's give this family a new couch, a tv, and some new toys for the kids to play with, so that they can feel the true meaning of Christmas."

And those silly people claim to be the station that's safe to listen to in the car with your kids.

They might as well have said a bad word on the radio...that statement was just as offensive to me. It took a long talk to replace the GARBAGE that just jumped out of the radio into my children's ears with some TRUTH.

I made the mistake of giving it another try on Monday.

As I drove around town, at one point, I actually thought...

"Should I just run my car into Wings N More and get it over with, or wait until I get home and stick my head in the oven?"

When I listen to Christian radio, I feel like such a loser...so alone...and sort of crazy, because I think to myself how a lot of what's being sung so beautifully either isn't really saying anything, doesn't make sense to me, or isn't even biblical...and yet...a million bajillion people think the words are just fine. Is there something wrong with me, God?"

I heard a song that said, "I've never doubted God."




Never ever?


You've never laid in your bed at night and wondered...

What if none of this is true?

You've never felt far from God?

Word to your mother, if that's true, then Aaron needs to quit his job, because his wife is a sick anomaly. We can't work for a church when I can't sing these songs. Then I start praying that God would make me be like a Christian Radio wife...and that He would give me prettier hands, with long nail beds...I figure I might as well ask for that while I'm at it.

So, you know why we like Ross' stuff?

We like it because it's real. It says what needs saying. It says what we are afraid to say because our Sunday School class might get really quiet and pray for us behind our backs.

Here's some of what I'm talking about...

I love the song Happy where Ross says in a lot of churches, no doubting or questioning is allowed.

We are uncomfortable with people who are doubting, or whose faith is weak.

Which means to me, no matter what we've seen Jesus do in our lives, doubting is probably going to come...and when it does, we can ask God to help us believe. The first time we hear them, some of the things that Jesus says, are going to sound too hard to do...too much...like He's nuts...the disciples thought so, why wouldn't I think that?

Why are there no songs that say, "Help me quit being a selfish jerk." "Help me love the person sitting next to me instead of hating her because her house is bigger than mine, her butt is smaller than mine and her husband cooks supper." "Help me to get out of Wal-Mart without losing my religion."

I also love that right in the middle of this new CD (or album, because that's what cool people call CD's) are songs about Ross' children and his wife, Staci. We need more of those songs too. How are we ever going to connect that God is so big, He's in everything...every relationship...every spoken word, every tone of voice if we leave all of that out while we're at church during worship? He is worthy of praise for making things like mountains and saving my soul...but He's just as worthy of praise for making marriage, making babies, making friendship, making laughter, making whoopie.

So I vote that more people should start saying too much about those things.

You know...

Get real...

And then put that to music.

That's what you'll hear on Friday night.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Ross King and Cyndi Lauper

Can you believe it?

The concert is now one week away!

Next Friday we will gather for THE Ross King Concert at the Palace in Downtown Bryan.

Everyone in the whole world is invited.

Go here if you're clueless.

We are all incredibly excited about this shin-dig.

So excited, that for the next 7 days I'm going to write SOMETHING that has SOMETHING to do with this concert...you know, to get us all hyped up and ecstatic about next Friday night.

This could get ridiculous, I'm well aware...

First...I'm just going to write about concerts in general.

My first concert I ever went to (besides a corny, boy singing cousins group who did a "performance" at our church one Sunday night) was a Cyndi Lauper concert.

Cyndi Lauper

Man, I loved her.

And still do, in an odd, I can't understand why sort of way.

She-Bop, He-Bop, a We Bop...I Bop...you bop a loo she-bop


Girls just want to have fun...Time Aft-a Time...I used to lock myself in my room and lip sync to these songs.

My mom took me to this concert on a SCHOOL night when I was in elementary school. How cool was that? We ratted our hair up, maybe even sprayed it a color...put on our denim skirts, leggings and colored socks...drove to Houston and watched Cyndi fly through the air, out across the whole audience in a TRASH CAN.

I didn't dream it.

It was real.

Now, I'm not sure if you can expect Cyndi Lauper sort of showmanship from Ross...but this concert will be good...and you can wear your hair flat...something I wasn't doing when my neighbor friend came by my house the morning after the Cyndi Lauper concert. She and I always walked to school together. However, I was NOT going to school after such a late, wild and crazy, trash can levitating sort of night. I opened up the front door...and that neighbor girl just stared at me...her jaw dropped...and then I remembered...my hair was sticking up and I had gone to bed with a bucket load of mascara on my eyelashes...so I looked like I just walked out of a scary movie.

"I'm not going to school today," I said.

"What happened to you?" my neighbor girl asked.

"I went to a concert."

Then I shut the door and watched her walk down the road to school by herself. I knew she was wishing her hair was sticking up and she had black all over her face...and that she was getting to stay home instead of go to school.

I had never felt cooler in my life.

I will never forget that moment.

What was the first concert you ever went to? Anyone else remember?

We can either talk about that...

Or we can mock these videos.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Hendrick Halloween Recap

Cutest little pirate ever

Finally the child settled on a pirate costume. When I was putting everything on him, he said, "Where is my peg leg?" Well...I didn't have one of those.

Crazy Rock Star

This child was hysterical. He has the rock star moves down. It was so funny.

Serious Rock Star

Anson was so cute! He is a Guitar Hero pro, so he knew that real rock stars are very serious and cool. I love this boy!

Sexy Rock Star

Aaron was Clive Winston from Guitar Hero. I thought he looked so FOR REAL.

Wife of a Rock Star

I was going to be a rock star. But then, after looking at the costumes, I decided I wouldn't be very comfortable in high boots all night. So, I decided to be the wife of a rock star for Halloween. My goal was to be weird and eclectic looking. HOWEVER, after putting on this outfit...I decided I like it...in real life. Really. And what's sad is, when I told people that...it didn't surprise them at all. Target, here I come.

After we got dressed up, Aaron took the boys Trick or Treating. They went at about 5:30...which we now know is too early. People were not ready for little kids to be knocking at their door...but we had a busy night and a schedule to keep. Being early DID work out though. People felt so weird and awkward having to run around their house looking for the candy that they seemed to make up for it by dumping fist fulls of name brand goodies into the kid's buckets. Aaron took the kids to a ritzy neighborhood...because if we went in our neighborhood, the kids might come home with crack instead of candy. I highly recommend hitting the fancy pants neighborhoods for Halloween. My kids came home with the GOOD STUFF...and lots of it.

After the early trick or treating, all my boys came back home because we were about to PAR-T.

We had a Halloween Party/Birthday Party for Megan Birkenfeld. We love the girl and were SO EXCITED to have all her sweet friends at our house to celebrate Megan's special day. How fun to have a birthday on Halloween?

Brock and Megan
They are married.
They are super.
We love them.

Happy Birthday Megan!

Once again, I was SO IMPRESSED with how "all out" everyone went with their costumes. You don't get many opportunities to dress up as grown ups...so this was a blast. Look at all these great costumes!

I think we would all agree that best costumes went to...

Tara and Nathaniel. Look how cool they look! It was INCREDIBLE! And of course, Nathaniel was in "character" all night. It really was like having Johnny Depp at our house.

While we were playing Mafia, I kept looking over at this pirate couple...who were just casually sitting around my table eating snacks...and I couldn't help but think..."Man, I wish I knew some real pirates. Pirates look so nice in our house. I like having pirates here. I wish I knew some...and they would come over...hang out and eat dinner with us."

And...let's not forget my favorite part of the evening....

Our oldest child, finally de-Mountain Manned himself....and then de-white trashed himself. I SCREAMED with joy to see D.O.'s face back to normal. See ladies...he really is a handsome boy. D.O. came as an African Missionary coming back to the States to raise money. Funny AND handsome.