1. The sound I used to make upon discovering dead mice in the trap. After finding Mr. and Mrs. Mouse's oldest son in there today it's gone more to an eyeroll and a slam of the cabinet door.
2. Also the only appropriate word for the following latest event of Bekahland...
I absolutely love Beth Moore. I have such great respect for her heart for the Lord, women's ministry, and the Word of God. I find her to be the most delightful blend of intelligent, wise, inquisitive, hilarious and refreshingly real. I have done a couple of her Bible studies, read some of her books, watched her on TV, and I always read her blog.
She has something like 6500 followers on her blog, and usually garners 300-500 comments per post, so I rarely leave a comment. I think I've left one perhaps twice in the past.
Tuesday night, Beth posted about moving furniture...and more specifically...how she doesn't. Now as you probably know, this girl right here is a passionate furniture mover, and I simply could not refrain from leaving a comment. So I did.
Last night, rather late in the evening, I hopped online and saw Beth had posted a new bit of information - this time a 10 point list of what she learned from over 1000 comments left on that first post.
I sat at my desk, scrolling down through, reading, and laughing at what people said. And then...THEN...I hit point number nine:
9. Some compulsive movers admit that they might have the slightest obsession but that it’s all relative.
Bekah writes, “I not only change furniture with a fervency, but I change ROOM purposes any old chance I get. I have a three bedroom house that I will have lived in ten years come this summer, and by that time, each room will have served as master bedroom, guest bedroom, and office at some point in that time span. It's a blessed good thing my kitchen and bathrooms won't uproot without significant expense. It's probably a sickness, but I figure there are worse ones I could have.”
Yes, I know for a fact that there are. Still, I may move a twin bed into the den tonight. I wasn’t the least tempted to be a mover until you turned it into a psychological disorder. Then, true to form, I began to manifest it.
BETH MOORE USED MY COMMENT IN HER BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BETH MOORE!!
I ran all over the house, screaming EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Best day EVER!
This next bit shocked the socks off my sister, Julie, but it's true.
This trumps the David Phelps picture.
I know. There aren't words.
2 hours ago
4 comments:
You know I read her blog today and read that about a person named Bekah and did not realize it was youuPrint that sucker off and put it in a scrapbook.
Congrats you furniture mover! Also excellent writing.
Amy
WOOT WOOT! You go, girl!
p.s. Maybe your cats need to come hang with MY cats and learn the ropes . . . their city life has made them soft!
Amy - I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I did take a picture of it on the screen for the scrapbook - though I may opt out for a screen print instead. Either way - EEEEEEEEEEE!!! :) I'm guessing the overuse of the letter E isn't part of the excellent writing...but thank you so much!
Julie - I may just ship them to you entirely. Just kidding. I'd miss them WAY too much. But you're right. The lap of luxury has been far too kind to them. (I say as Braeya comes in crying and I say, "What's the matter, baby girl?")
AWE SOME!
But won't David Phelps be heartbroken???? ;-}
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