David Crowder

I've been a terrible blogger lately, and I apologize. It's not that I don't care about you all, because you know I do. There's just been a lot on my plate, on my mind, on my heart.

And so, because there is too much in my head to articulately convey to you all, today I will leave some lyrics from the David Crowder Band. They're pretty amazing, and far more thought-provoking than any of the nonsense that I might produce.

Enjoy. Oh the glory of it all...

Oh the Glory of it All ~ David Crowder Band

At the start
he was there, he was there
In the end,
he’ll be there, he’ll be there
And After all our hands have wrought
He forgives

Oh the Glory of it all is:
he came here
For the rescue of us all
that we may live
for the glory of it all
for the glory of it all

All is lost
find him there, find him there
After night
Dawn is there, Dawn is there
After all falls apart
he repairs he repairs

Oh the Glory of it all is:
he came here
for the rescue of us all
that we may live
for the glory of it all
oh he is here
for redemption from the fall
that we may live
for the glory of it all
oh the glory of it all
the glory of it all
oh the glory of it all

After night
comes the light
dawn is here
dawn is here
it’s a new day
it’s a new day
everything will change
things will never be the same
we will never be the same
we will never be the same
we will never be the same
we will never be the same

Oh, The glory of it all is
you came here
for the rescue of us all
that we may live
for the glory of it all
Oh you are here
with redemption for us all
that we may live
for the glory of it all
for the glory of it all
oh the

You know your life has gotten a little out of hand when...

you unknowingly leave your car running in the church parking lot for the duration of the service. With the doors unlocked. True story.

This morning I arrived at church, just in time to meet my friend Wendy for the 11:00am service. Seeing a car waiting to pull into the spot next to me, I quickly grabbed my purse, jumped out of my car, and hit the lock button (or, so I thought). Upon slamming the door, I realized I didn't have my keys in my hand...or my coat pocket. Crap. Keys. Locked. In. My. Car.

Realizing that nothing was going to be done at the moment, and being quite excited for the morning service, I headed into church with the resolve that I'd deal with the issue afterwards. I met my friend Wendy, told her what happened, and was reassured that she could bring me to my parent's home where I believed an extra set of keys resided. Thus, I forgot about the predicament for a bit, enjoyed another amazing service at Mars Hill, and set about finding a solution after the benediction was given.

A call to my parent's house revealed that no extra keys were to be found there, but that relocating to their home would probably be the best solution for the time being. Just to double check, Wendy and I walked back out to the parking lot and headed in the direction of my car in the hopes that I might have dropped the keys near the car, left it unlocked, or some other lucky course of action.

As we neared the car, our hopes were heightened at the sight of a small key-like pile of something lying near the car. All hopes turned into incredulousness as our eyes shifted two feet to the right.

"Wendy, is that exhaust coming out of my tailpipe?"

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Oh my gosh Wendy, my car is unlocked. I left my car unlocked and running in the church parking lot, and nothing happened to it. HOLY CRAP! I am so lucky..."

Yes friends, your generally smart and intelligent friend, Megan, left her car running for over an hour in the parking lot of church. And she drove to tell about it :) Apparently, the fact that my brain is usually three steps ahead of where I actually am at that point in time, is starting to catch up with me.

And though I wish I could report this ridiculousness as a one-time incident, I cannot. The same thing happened last summer when I ran into Meijer for margarita ingredients (because, who can really have a Mexican-themed dinner party without margs?). That time the car was left in the supermarket parking lot for 45 minutes--and remained completely unharmed.

Anyways, I suppose an incident of this nature should indicate that it's time to slow life down a bit--that it's time to breathe deeply and focus on the present state of things. But I'm just so eager to take it all in...there's not a moment to lose for this queen of randomness.

Life keeps moving...
and so must I...
with or without my keys, car, or otherwise...

The pitter patter of tiny feet...

A couple weekends ago we celebrated the impending arrival of Baby Girl Dickinson, daughter of my high-school friends Matt and Christina. It was a fabulously girly weekend in Traverse City with my best girlfriends and all things PINK! Thanks to the ingenious idea of Lacey Rae, we decorated with miniature "clotheslines" strung throughout the room with every item of pink clothing imaginable. Needless to say, this baby is going to be one spoiled little girl...

One of many clotheslines, plus pink punch, pink tea cookies, and Christina's favorite Banana Butterfinger Cake from TC's own Underground Cheesecake Company.

One of the hostesses, my dear friend Jessica, with her adorable niece Joey
who helped us hand out presents for the day.

The fab four from high school, with our hands on the future arrival.

In case one belly isn't enough, Jessica's two sisters, Kristen and Bridgette,
are both expecting as well! It's going to be a busy spring...