Real Thoughts of a Blonde: October 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

There's Just Something About THAT Name

Well, I didn't start this blog to show the world how spiritual I am. In fact, at this point in my life, that is the last thing I want to do at the moment. I have many people in my life who like to flaunt their spirituality, and it disgust me. Rather, I started this blog just because I thought it was an interesting way to share with others what was going on in my life. The good things, the hard situations, the BIG moments, and even the small. The other day, I was driving to work. The drive to work was normal. Nothing unusual happened. But for some reason, I was at a stop light, and as I sat there waiting for the light to change, I looked up to the sky and I suddenly remembered a moment I had with my father when I was a kid. This memory came out of nowhere, but as soon as it came, it brought chills down my body. This memory was of my daddy taking me to school early one day. We were in his truck and he was holding his coffee cup as he drove. It was early in the morning, so I wasn't close to being able to hold a casual conversation. However, I kept hearing my dad softly whispering something. This got my attention, and I began to notice that my dad was praying. Or, I guess you could say praying. He was just saying the name "Jesus" over and over again. Just saying the name, softly. But in his words I could hear so much more. In his words I could hear adoration, a plea, a cry, a longing. At the time, I had no idea why my dad would just say Jesus' name over and over. It didn't make sense, but yet, I could still hear everything in that one name. This happened on many occasions that I rode with my dad to work or school. He would have his coffee in one hand, the other hand on the steering wheel, and he would silently whisper the name of Jesus. You just have to know the relationship between me and my daddy. I adore everything about my daddy. My dad does not boast in his speech, but he silently lives a life that I look up to. As years have passed, I have often heard songs, poems, and sermons about the name of Jesus. Each speaking of the power that is in His name. I'm not sure if this is for anybody, or if maybe I am simply sharing a memory...but I can honestly say that this memory of my daddy whispering the name of Jesus has been an example to me. I am at a point in my life where I feel that there has been much confusion and questions that have surrounded me and my husband. But when it comes to the end of the day, and I am overwhelmed with heartache, or questions, or even happiness and joy...when I just say the name of Jesus...all the answers I need in life are right there:) So here's to my daddy!!! Thank you for being a living example of Christ!!!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

the life of a biker chick!!!

When I worked at the bank, I had the pleasure of meeting and befriending several of the employees at Harley Davidson here in Mobile. I shared with them my husbands obsessive passion to one day own a bike, and in return, they have befriended my husband and helped fuel the already burning fire. For Brett's birthday, one of the girls at the store gave me a gift certificate that allowed Brett a free weekend rental of his choice. Now, I spent actual MONEY on his birthday gifts, but this free certificate topped it all off!! He immediately made plans to have my Aunt Pooh (who owns a harley) and her friend Elaine (who owns a yamahahaha) to come up one weekend in September and ride their harley's together. I must admit to you that I was quietly reserved and nervous, but I knew that my husband was thrilled, so I kept my thoughts to myself like a polite young lady would. The months of July and August flew quickly by, and September finally came along with the weekend of the awaited bike ride. My stomach stayed in knots and I was silently sending prayers up to God that my husband would be safe. Saturday, Brett, Pooh, and Elaine rode their bikes all day until time for the Auburn game. They drove their bikes to Dauphin Island, caught a fairy, rode the fairy to Gulf Shores, and rode back to Mobile. The whole time they were gone, I was waiting for my phone to ring so I could hear my husbands voice and know that he was still alive. Thankfully, they returned home safely and I was able to watch the Auburn game with a peace of mind. The next day, my husband informed me that he would be driving me to church on his rented harley.... I wanted to do it because I knew he wanted me to do it, but I was sick to my stomach nervous!!! When we left the house for church on this bike, all I could think was "What would me parents think if they knew"...lol!!! When I walked into church with a biker's helmet, I felt like a true biker chick. I left church after worship so we could ride with Pooh and Elaine before they left. Ok people, I must admit....I LOVED every minute of it. There is nothing like the feeling of being on the back of a bike with the person you love, and just driving in the open air. I felt like a new woman!!! The day was full of memories...it rained on us as we were making our way home, and we had to stop and find refuge. We ended up stopping somewhere close to Daphne and hiding under a house that was not completely built yet. All I could do was laugh. Heck, if were gonna be bikers, we might as well do it all the way and ride in the rain!!!

I was sad to see the weekend go, but thankfully the next weekend was bike week in Panama City and we were able to meet my Aunt Pooh, Elaine, and their friends there. Again, this only made Brett's need for a bike even worse. We had such a great time and met some wonderful people within these two days. I say all this to say...I believe that one day, I will officially become a biker chick for REAL!!! I am finally on board with Brett, and I hope that the future holds a nice Harley for my husband accompanied with a NICE...COMFORTABLE back seat for me and my toosh!!!