The Lords Supper

WOW TIME FLIES WHEN YOU ARE HAVING SOOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!
These past 2 months have really flown! I am really enjoying work! I absolutely love love love cutting hair and talking for a living! My 26th (gah I am old) birthday was amazing. I went to work on my B-day and then went to lunch with the parental units, a movie with david and Donna Grace and then beddy bye! David also had a birthday as well.... I have been waiting a while for this day to come. He is 21!!!! I am sooooo excited about this because now I do not feel so old. We have also decided to add to our family and get a puppy soon! Can't wait. lol

I was thinking of an interesting story to tell on here cause I like to write about life lessons so to speak. The only thing that came to mind was write about Easter, write about Easter! I am riding back with my Hubby from the coast and all I can think about is the Lords Supper!
Ok so we went to church with mom and dad. It was an amazing service. I took notes (b/c I have ADD and can't just sit there) I drew little angels and a tomb it was cute. Anyways in most baptist churches around Easter time we observe the Lords Supper. So we did today at FBC GAUTIER today. I started thinking about having the LS when I was younger. When we lived in Coushatta, LA and we had the LS it was a race between 4 kids in the church to help clean up the "bread squares and grape juice". Between Jason, Katie, Michael, and Me we could clean out that nasty bread they served. It was interesting that I thought of this because on the way to Lunch today I was talking about this event. You know back in the day so to speak Now it seems to be a little like styro-foam. So I am wandering if this is a ploy for churches to stop children from eating the little squares they call bread. To us it was the best thing since sliced bread as my dad says. I think it was cause we didn't get it often enough. This brings up another interesting thing in my mind. Not getting it enough. You see as a child and you are a christian then you can partake in the Lords Supper. They tell you the old familiar story so many times so you know why we do this. Now that I am older I understand the concept more but I can't help but to think that if we do this on Easter Sunday and we have a lot of visitors how many of them actually understand what this means if they havent grown up in church. Some partake cause everyone else is. Just some food for thought.

The Amazing Super Duper Dad!

When I was little I remember my dad was the best toy a girl could find. He was my super hero i mean come on he knew how to make me fly! He was my blankey when I needed a cry! and good golly he always knew how to make me laugh! When we were little daddy always knew how to get the energey out. While mom was cooking dinner and sometimes after dinner, daddy always made sure to take a time out break for some "fightinmagiger"! ha ha. (dont ask me where it came from one of us made it up but it was our little play time word!) It was kinda like wrestling with us in our own way I guess. We would stand on the top of the bed or be on opposite sides of the trampoline and michael or I would yell "Fightinmagiger" and we went at it. If you fought and you got from one side to the other in the safe zone you were good. When you a little Daddies are bigger and you never get across. So basically its this one big tickle fest until time for bed or dinner. We sure enjoyed it cause it was an every night routine!

Me and my brother were really close. When I say close I mean we played together, made up games together, and slept in the same room cause we didnt like to be apart. Well after the nightly devotion and prayers we would be all tucked in with our music tape on. And about 5 minutes later in comes dad dancing and twirlling around. Now to a 7 and 12 year old this is funny and we start laughing. I can remember dad dancing around and us laughing one night. Mom was in the other room unaware that dad was in his dancing shoes and she came in to get on to us but then she saw that daddy was the one making us laugh. Ha I can still remember him twirling and jumping (on real hardwood floors) and getting a splinter. If you thought we were laughing before we were really laughing then.

My dad the amazing super hero.It was almost like he was superman, the hulk, and spiderman all in one! Always there in a time of need. Always there to make us laugh. Always the one who could make our spirits fly!

I love my daddy! He is my hero and I'm his princess!

Mama said there would be days like this!

My mom-what a great woman. You ever remember things your mom said. Silly things that will always stick out in your mind. Things you never thought you would say. Even things that make you crazy when your young. I got to thinking things that she said now make me laugh. I can remember telling her "I would never say that to my child"! My husband seems to believe in Nurture vs. Nature. Lately as I have gotten older and thinking I so could never do that I find my self doing that. I also laugh because it makes me think that when I have kids that I will in fact take on the same mannerism of my mom.

I can remember as far back as 4. My mom told me I was going to have a brother. I slept beside her every night til he was born. On August 12, 1988 , The day he was born, I remember my mom waking me up and taking me to this old lady's house from the church. We lived in New Boston, TX at the time. The closest good hospital was 30 mins away in Texarcana, TX. I dont think I slept a wink when they dropped me off. The next morning I was swooped away by the Great Buffy and Papaw. I was told by my mom I was going to be the first to hold him after my mom and dad. As we drove to the hospital I remember telling Buffy we had to stop and buy my brother a toy. As a four year old all I knew was I wanted to get him something. I thought he was going to need a play toy. As I talked the whole way to the hospital telling my grandparents that I was going to hold my brother. When we arrived at the hospital I quickly came to realize that my brother was sick sick sick. As I watched everyone but me hold him I became mad and Jealous. I mean come on the nurses got to hold him. Oh well two weeks later he came home. HOW FREAKING AWESOME!!! The day he came home I held him first. It was a joyous day in my life. It was my new begining I knew things would be different.

As my brother and I grew older we never actually fought like sbilings. We were more like friends. I dont know if it was because mom made us write bible verses if we did wrong or that she made us sit in a corner and sing The Barney Song til' we meant it. (no seriously... And I think I wrote Eph 6:1 like a million times) I can remeber telling her at times "I would never in my life make my child do this." She would just laugh and say never say never. I never once thought about it til' I tought afterschool daycare at Morrison Heights and I made my sweet not so sweet boys write bible verses and sing the barney song when fighting. At that moment I knew I had Eaten my words.

I also remember good things about my mom telling me one night that I was going to have to kiss one too many frogs before I found my prince. I can remember my first heart break and she told me that I would have many come and go. At the time I thought no one understood how I felt. But she would tell me of how many guys she dated and funny stuff that happened to her. It always made me feel better. She always knows how to make me feel awesome when I'm down. That is why she is my best friend. She will never let me down, lie to me, or even judge me when im wrong. She still says I talk to much, but im a cosmotologist, I talk for a living!

The Preachers kid

I have lived my life in the spot light. My dad being a minister I was alway expected to be at church whenever the doors were open. I was always being watched, judged, and always had the infamous statement oh your a ministers daughter. That is such the understatement of a lifetime. When I was younger it didnt bother me cause I didnt understand. (besides the fact that I was sheltered) As I got older this statement seemed to bother me alot. How do they know who I am. It is like they assume cause my dad is a minister that I am a bad person. In high school, I never went to parties, never really went out. But it wasnt until I started to date this guy that I honestly realized there was more out in the world than met the eye. I saw things that I never imagined and this scared me as well as the fact that I was tempted. I started to think of ways not to be tempted and how I could just move on and still stay close to God. I remember distinctly my brother shortly before he died telling me Jennifer he isnt good for you. He is making you think of things you will one day regret. I was well on my was to a break up just as soon as I got back from my trip to visit Coushatta, LA.(small as raymond people) As soon as I got to Shreveport I got lost. I had never driven that far without my parents and all I knew was my cell phone was on roam and I couldnt call salena b/c I didnt know where I was. I did the next best thing and called my daddy. Of course the one time I call he and my mom were not there. Michael answered the phone and for some reason he thought he knew how to get there. And surprise, surprise he did. (considering he was like 7 when we moved.) I remember getting mad at him, and 3 hours later he would no longer be with us. I got to Coushatta, LA and I just drove around because I loved it there and wanted to live there forever. I dove around for hours looking at my hold home, my old church, the library, and much much more. I missed it and seriously thought of coming back home as I called it. When I got the call my brother had died the only thing going through my head was omg i yelled at him, my best friend I yelled at him. And what we had talked about the night before. My only thought call casey and call the guy. blah blah blah... skipping some The thought never left me you dont need him you are better than that. But because he was there in my time of need, something I didnt think could happen it did, I stayed with him and fell into what people call "The Preachers Kid". Now before this time I could honestly say I'm only bad cause I play with the deacons kids (ahem JASON and BRETT), but after that time I had the title and still can't live it down. Now not only did I earn a title but I was changed, bitterness. What I thought was good for me was worldly and not as good for me as I thought but I wanted to live it my way. Like I said always in the spotlight. A lot like Jesus I was tempted but instead of doing as he did I fell into a trap. Deep in. my bitterness towards Michaels' death was my cause of acting out and falling away from the Lord. Now that I look back on it, If I had done as Jesus did while he was in the desert I would never have fallen into my "PK" status. I might have actually avoided the obvious. As much as I regret doing things, I feel as though I've learned from it. I am glad I am a "pk" because being a "pk" is awesome. I learned so much that has helped me. It helps to learn from my mistakes and I am now more prepared for what God has instore for me. I know now I can avoid the temptations no matter how hard they can be.

me and buggy

"Ces la vie" -That's Life

During the month of January I have noticed things changing. People are changing, the world is changing, the economy is changing, lots of things in this world are changing. When change happens to people it makes us more aware of just how precious life really can be. When Barak Obama was elected president I didn't know what to expect. You hear so much on the news and in church that you don't know what to think. It scared me a little cause I hear so much but know so little. The fact that he is different and not what we "the american people" is not something that we are accustomed to. It made me think that instead of worrying about the fact that something bad is going to happen because he is what people call "different" we should just put our trust in God that he knows what he is doing. I work in a Hair Salon so I talk with many different people a day with many different views. Some are scared, some are racist, some like the change, and some dont care. My personal opinion of it all is that as long as God is in control and we let him handle it I think we will all be a little worry free about it. The ecomony is down some now but maybe in a way it is God's way of telling us to slow down and think more of him than on our wants and needs. Since christmas I really feel that I have been tested in so many ways. It shows me that I as a person am changing. I got married in July, talk about change. You go your whole life depending on two people who will always be there for you and help you out to living with one person and not knows what the next day can hold for you. Its a big change! When we are children we always know that our parents are going to be there for us. Its a routine. But when you get married its not that they won't be there for you but you have to come to realization that the person you married will also be there for you. Change is hard, but change is good. I have been tested with the realization of marriage, but also realization with my intermediate family. When you get married you combine family's. Yes the two do become one in a sense but also you gain members. It can cause relationships to slip as well. I have a cousin Whom I love dearly, as a friend and family. (I do love all my cousins) But this one was one I depended on to lend an ear or a helping hand. She is my friend. But in recent weeks we ourselves have drifted so to say. As we drifted fights began, lies were spread, and things were said that shouldn't have been. I am not by any means saying that I am innocent, nor am I saying that She or I was wrong. But I realized that by all that happened I was not only losing the respect of my family but I was losing hers. I said things I regret, and I am sure she said things she regrets but its in the past now and I can't take those back. When I realized this I saw that I was not only hurting myself but her too. I have prayed about it, thought about it, and talked about it. The only thing that I can do is let God have it. He takes care of all our needs when we need him. He is our rock and our only friend we can ever trust. By me fighting with her, I saw that I myself needed to change. I am changing as a person. Somtimes changing as a person is a hard thing to do. There are many things I need to change about myself and I am now willing to let God handle it and help me change in ways that can only be for the better. Trust is something I am allowing him to take hold of. I have a hard time with it. I am always scared someone is going to leave me like my brother. Its hard. I think since he died I have held such a grudge against God and myself that I can't seem to let people in. I go on the defense. When I have something precious like my husband I just want to hold on to it and not share. I am now realizing that I need to have more trust in God and more trust in myself. I read a passage of scripture as singing the Beatles song in my head. Ecclesiastes 3:1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. All my life I have rushed things, rushed life. And with the rushing I never stopped to change and make things better for myself. There is a time for everything, and if we all sit back and let God have control of it our lives might be much more peaceful. We won't have to worry what is going to happen, or what someone is doing we will just let it happen and know that God is in Control.

Jennifer and David

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*~*Jennifer and David*~*