Good idea, bad idea

For Christmas Jesse and I received a rockin' gift from brother John, Anamaniacs season 2 on DVD. Hold down the jealousy please, I know it's awesome. There is a segment in this timeless cartoon called good idea, bad idea which highlights the good and bad ideas of one Mr. Skullhead. Recently I realized something that I do reguarily is a bad idea and I wanted to let you in on it.

Why I don't read a certain blog any more:
Many of you know what blog I am referrring to, the rest of you feel free to bear with me.

1. I get offended
2. I get deffensive
3. There is literally NOTHING that any of us can do or say that will change anything about what these individuals feel about IHOP.
4. These two are still brothers in Christ and I don't want to crucify them in my heart
5. It isn't life giving
6. I'm not mature enough to handle it.

This is how I feel. I know and trust that these individuals just like you and I on some level are actually trying to work it out and since I don't know them personally I am going to give them the benefit of the doubt and try to keep my comments to myself so one day when I see them in heaven I know that my heart did not hold offense when persecuted.

These are my thoughts, no penny required.

Today

Today I'm working it out, I'm rediscovering the joy of what it means to be saved. I want the temporary to be temporary in my heart and I want to know what it means to have the gospel alive on the inside. I want to know what it means to have good doctrine, I am hungry for a theology that lends itself only to life and life abundantly. Today as I sit here in these patented blue chairs I want you to know something very important...work it out. I challenge you to remember the faithfulness of the Creator of the universe, the I Am, Jesus. Remember today who He is and work it out, it's going to take a while, roughly eternity, but we can do it, just stay the course, not the course in Iraq, but the one that matters, the course into the heart of God, the one that I was created for. My heart is longing today, I'm going to work it out.

Just another thing that would only happen to me

Today we received a shipment of 5 large displays. They were shipped to us in large crates that needed to be torn to shreds in order to get the displays out of them. Kirk, Jesse and I were working with prybars (crowbar if you prefer), hammers and screwdrivers to get them out of the crates on the patio outside of the bookstore. I recognize that I was wearing a skirt and heels but that doesn't warrant the event that transpired.

I received several offers for assistance which I politely declined but there was one man who literally, I am not kidding took my prybar out of my hands looked me in the face and said "I like you."

I don't know what happened and I don't even know what that means I just know I was angry. I wasn't struggling, I wasn't crying, I wasn't hurting myself or others, I was just working, next to my husband at that. It was an agitating experience.

My sisters and I helped build our house. Footings, framing, digging the hole, concrete, wiring, sheetrocking, plumbing, taping, puttying, painting, doors, windows, roofing, siding all of it. We helped, our house is still standing. Just like Rosie, we can do it. Good night and good luck.

Ice Ice continues

Our subdivision is still being blasted...the party never stops.

Boys

I've been waiting for something blog worthy for a while but this was a gem.

At onething a man told me that the reason men get married is because women are far more mature then they are and can take care of them. I would like to think that there are many reasons for one to get married like being completely smitten with another and never wanting to be without them but this person wrapped the mystery of marriage up in guys being immature. I laughed and thought of all the ways Love takes care of me, which are many.

A few days later another man in my life inquired to us about a foot injury. He said that he had been treating this infirmity for a bit and it simply wasn't getting better. I asked him what he had been doing for it and he told me that he had been putting alcohol and peroxide on it. I advised him to just roll with the alcohol since using both an acid and a base was probably not the best thing to do. Upon further inquiry he told me that it wasn't your run of the mill isopropyl alcohol he had been using but in his thrifty boyness it was hand sanitizer. In that moment I realized something, this kid does need to get married.

God is ridiculously amazing. The things that he puts in each of us. Lord knows I just would have run to the store for some rubbing alcohol, but not boys...boys are different. Thank You Jesus for making us unique.

Onething in a Post

So now that I'm lucid I thought that I'd share a few of my favorite onething moments with you. Here we go people.

-On the last day of the conference I was getting change for one of my cashiers and I noticed as I was standing there that he didn't check an ID on an unsigned credit card. I politlely said to him "Don't forget to check ID, that last card was unsigned." His response made me laugh and cry at the same time. "But Char, his name is on the front." I hope you feel secure shopping with us.
-The boys on the last night were moving the safes from the secret room to the trucks. They realized that they had two safes on a cart and decided to cover them with some drapes. The elevator got to their floor and low and behold there was a lone child in it. Being the stand-up guys they are one of them looked at the innocent child and said "Hey kid, do you like gelato?"
-A last year moment: Last year Jesse tackled me to the ground at the managers station and put peanut butter all over my face while Kristen filmed...and Mark Shumacher came to ask us responsible people a question.
-Our RMS rep. Heidi was with us this onething, God Bless her. She's Canadian and excessively smart. I think that we are a bit of a mystery to her. A bunch of twenty-somethings running a business, it's scary to outsiders. Jesse had to check us all into the hotel and so he needed an ID from everyone. He walked away from the managers station saying "I'll be right back, I'm just going to run and make some fake-IDs out of these." Heidi looked up and said "Oh my gosh that's horrible." Jesse replied in shame with "I'm only kidding."
-This year we decided that next year we will have a bookstore representative on the stage saying "Actually no, you can't do that in the bookstore."
All in all people, it was the best onething ever. I enjoyed it very much and I hope this is only the beginning to smoothly running onethings.

Thanks to all of you who were praying for us, we felt every whisper and every amen. The Lord is good and He is faithful. Thank You Jesus and thank you for holding us up in it.

Blessings to you and yours and Happy New Year!!!

Breathing, we're breathing

Onething is over people and we're breathing, that's about it. Air in. Air out. That's all we can do. The party starts again tomorrow when the doors at the Forerunner Bookstore open again for business after a week of being downtown. Stop in and see us, we'll be red-eyed, on mucinex and Emergen-C as well as still rockin' the airborne. Hope you had a good onething because we did!!!