Scatter-brained

I freaked myself out earlier. I went into the post office to get the mail. My mom was sitting in the suburban outside waiting for me. As I walked out, half looking where I was going and half looking at the mail we got, I accidentally started walking towards the wrong car without realizing it. I didn’t even figure it out until I was about 2 inches away from the passenger window of someone else’s car. (I should mention also that someone was sitting in the passenger seat.) I wonder if they got freaked out as much as I did.

Later, my mom discovered a ham in the freezer and asked me where we’d gotten it. I told her that my violin student had brought it over this morning as a gift. I then added, “I think he got it from his own cow.” Before I could correct myself to say “pig,” my mom was laughing so hard that I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Words from the Wise
Here is a lesson, a bit of preachyness to you all. I would suggest from experience that as you quaff a beer, a coffee, a cigar, because you believe you are mature enough to handle this stuff and not abuse it, you must be quaffing the same amount of scripture reading and study. So do you drink one or two or three, well, set more and more time aside for your bible study and reading. You can only handle the one if you have been handling the other in equal amounts.
This is maturity. Want to be able to put down a case of beer, a whole pot of coffee in one sitting? A case of cigars? Read God’s Word and study it and talk with your elders and pastors. Go to study society diligently, peer across at your older Godly men and see how they have handled themselves. And then go for it, sit down and indulge, get drunk on the Word, let the sweet smell of a case of your prayers rise up to the Lord. Indulge your soul and your body will come along just fine.

I don’t smoke or drink coffee, and alcohol is rare for me, but I think you get the point.

Ah, Memories

Today, my dad decided to go through all the camcorder tapes to organize them chronologically and describe the events on each tape. We were all watching along with him, and we came across some old commercials that my brother Isaiah and I had made. One of them was, “Learn to Play the Musical Keyboard… OVERNIGHT!” I was the actress. I advertised just how AMAZING this instructional video was, by demonstrating what I had learned to play in less than 24 hours. It was just a bunch of jumbled up, clashing notes. In the next scene, I say, “Isn’t that amazing?! I learned that overnight!” The screen flashed colorfully with “INCREDIBLE!” Man. I miss those days of commercial-making.

I think the shampoo one is even funnier.

Tell it on the Mountain
Not only does George Grant have a blog, but Isaiah does too!

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