A Voice of Hope

I Really Must...

...learn to firmly plant my lower lip on a soda can/glass, like a floutist does on her instrument, before lifting the drink beyond the spill point.

Unless, of course, I want to keep ending up with diet coke all down my shirt...

Note to Self

Don’t press the “lock” key (aka the # key) on your cell phone when you don’t know the lock code to unlock it. Otherwise, you might be tempted to throw the expensive piece of—- equipment across the room before you think to check the manual to see if, perhaps, there was a default code set by LG.

Just a thought.

Kinder Mat and Pillow Please

Oh.my.gosh. I am definitely tired. Daniel just came into my office and asked if I had a phone book. I asked, "what kind of phone book?" He said, "any kind."

My answer?

pause. "Uh... No." pause. "I don't have any."

Duh. And the reason I asked what kind...? Stallin' for time. Proof positive my brain is working even when I'm still asleep. It was smart enough to stall so I could have a few more seconds to figure out what in the heck Daniel was talkin' about. "A phone wha...??"

Yeah, I'm awake.

Jeez... this is gonna be a fun day...

PS -- My excuse: I was at the office till 10pm last night. And then I couldn't shut my brain off, so I didn't fall asleep until after 3am.

Duh

Why is it the thought never occurs to me that others might not know what I'm talking about, or may not be tracking with me as my brain wanders all over the known -- and sometimes unknown! -- universe??

It's not until someone says, "whaaaaahhh.....???" or, in some cases, "what the...???" that it dawns on me that the rest of the world doesn't have access to my brain waves, ebbing and flowing as they do in their own crazy, unfathomable way. I truly do march to the beat of my own drummer... and she only seems to whail away in a frequency only my brain can read. So, of course no one eles hears her!

There are times when I review conversations in my head, as I'm driving home for example, and wonder, "did I make any sense to that person at all? 'Cause I knew in my head what I was talking about, but... did the words actually make it from my brain to my mouth...?"

I guess that's my biggest problem, really. I think in terms of concepts, processes, themes... You know, I see the whole picture in my mind, then try to have a conversation based on that picture.... Sometimes, often times!, I forget to describe the picture to those I'm talking with before I head off down the themes road. And the silliest thing of it is, I guess I'm just oblvious to the blank stares and "huh???" looks I get. 'Cause I'm rarely derailed from my train of thought.

All this verbosity to say, I forgot to define in my last post what the SBC was... just assumed everyone in my life would get it.

Duh.

The SBC stands for Southern Baptist Convention.... sometimes it refers to a church, a group of churches, as in, "it's an SBC -- Southern Baptist Church." Often overseas, and, it seems, also within the demonination itself, people will refer to our people as "SBs" -- Southern Baptists. Mosaic, my church, is a member of the SBC, which may shock many of you... but it's true. The mission agency through which I went overseas, the International Mission Board -- IMB, for later reference -- is a branch off the SBC, and one must be a member of an SBC church for about two years before qualifying to go overseas. So I couldn't have gone overseas with them if Mosaic wasn't SBC. Oh, and also as a reference Lifeway Book Stores and Lifeway Publishing, through which Beth Moore publishes all her books and studies, is also a "division" of the SBC...

...Was that TMI (Too Much Information)????

Anyway, the job I interviewed for is in an off-shoot/wing of the Southern Baptist Convention, and it's called the Ethics and Religious Liberties Commission, ERLC. So if I go off on the ERLC in the future, refer back to the Duh, post for a definition... :)

Now I must leave my comfortable booth at Fido (a VERY cool coffee house here in Nashville), brave the rainy beginnings of tropical storm Ivan and head back over to the SBC offices for to take a few tests and such for the ERLC in the hopes that they may find favor with me and give me a J-O-B.