Can I just say MOORE!

As in Beth Moore! That's who I went to see this weekend. It was phenomenal. Praise and worship was just... sigh... and Isn't Beth beautiful?

I bought this.

And this to bring home with me. I wanted the pink and brown tote but by the the time I got up there they were all sold out. And can I just say this t - shirt says it all. I am living proof.

I bought a t - shirt and tote bag to bring home with me but believe me when I say I came away with much more than that. The tote and the 'T" were just an added bonus. She spoke on Jesus cousin John the Baptist (you know the one. The guy who ate wild locusts and honey and dressed really weird, trying to start a new trend maybe?) and helped me to see him in ways I had never seen him before. She cracked me up when she said, "If you really want to get an idea of what John the Baptist may have looked like I have two words for you, 'David. Crowder.'"

But seriously.

I came to realize that even though John the Baptist was Jesus cousin, and even though Jesus could have stopped it all and delivered him from prison, (He was delivering and healing everybody else) He didn't, and John the Baptist still lost his head, literally, while he was in prison and it was delivered to Herodias on a platter. Sometimes we wonder why God allows certain things, why some people die of cancer when others don't, why some people are healed and others arent. John's purpose in life was fulfilled. God never would have allowed him to be beheaded if it wasn't. John was supposed to prepare the way for Jesus. He did that. Jesus was the Messiah, not him, and John never would have wanted to be Him.

On a lighter note. I stopped off at the grocery store after church today to get me and Hiney someting to eat for lunch and had to laugh at the advertisement for chicken tenders. I don't know if anybody else is going to find this funny or not, but this is what it said.

Now can I just ask? And this is just the way my brain works sometimes. What exactly does this mean? Does this mean that the chicken tenders aren't very good, they are just okay? Wiggle, wiggle, two fingers on both sides of your head.

Or, does this mean, "Man! Those chicken tenders are good! They are Thumbs. Up. O.K.A.Y." I mean, there aren't any exclamation points after it.

Or, and I just thought of this one, could it mean that after you stand there for awhile thinking about it you finally make you decision and say,"Okay. I want some chicken tenders." And you point your finger at them.

I mean, there are so many different ways you can look at this. (It's the writer in me coming up with all these different scenarios:) The lady behind the couunter laughed when I brought this up to her and said, "Several people have asked us that today." She went on to explain that was the name brand of the chicken tenders they send them. She agreed with me when I said that was just too funny and then laughed when I said I was going to come back with my camera and take a picture of it to post on my blog. I don't think she thought I would really do it. I know the lady who was actually there when i went back later didn't think I would. I got the strangest look from her.

I think that officially makes me a weird dork who has nothing else to post on her blog except chicken tender advertisements;)

Oh. And just so you know. I miss you Devon and Miss Emily. Glad you made it back to Utah safely. Love you guys. Take care and God bless.

Later.