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Provision

Just because I can’t seem to get this off of my mind: 

pro·vi·sion

 noun \prə-ˈvi-zhən\

: the act or process of supplying or providing something

: something that is done in advance to prepare for something else

Philippians 4:19

And my God will supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus. 

Matthew 6:26 

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap no gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they? 

 

Four years ago, my friends and I had a party and we called it “Birthoween”.  This event with a funny name is now near and dear to our hearts.  The inaugural Birthoween fell on the weekend of Halloween, Rebecca’s birthday, and the Ole Miss vs. Auburn game- just a week after Lauren’s birthday and mine.  Seeing that half of my best friends went to Ole Miss or Auburn, we couldn’t resist a reunion.  Thus, Birthoween was born.  
Birthoween 2009 we dressed up as the Griffin family of Family Guy and paraded to a party that Rebecca told us, “no one you know will be there.” WRONG. We rocked it anyways.  We slept 8 girls in 1 tiny dorm room— I slept in a corner under a towel.  The Rebs were defeated but we made it out alive and topped the weekend off by carving a watermelon (sold out of pumpkins on Halloween) and being kicked out of a boys’ dorm after hours (team KQ and Laney breaking all the rules.) 
Birthoween 2010 was in Oxford town.  Our War Eagle friends made the voyage to Mississippi for a weekend of fun.  The memories that stick out from this year are a big chocolate cake, a spongebob costume, and tailgating in the grove with some of my favorites.  
Back to AU for Birthoween 2011.  I was accompanied by my roomie Vigs that year.  We made a long weekend out of it and acted as roadies for the Beware of Christians Show (A movie about leaving religion to follow Jesus— check our friends out on Netflix).  We ate Chinese food, sat by a fire, watched Ryan rock a Frankenstein costume, and witnessed Toomer’s Corner get covered in white after the Auburn win.  
 Finally, Birthoween 2012: Senior Year! It was a two week event! Frist, friends came from Auburn, Southern Miss, and Belmont for BOW part 1! It was a wonderful weekend full of Taylor Swift Red, jell-o shots, and finally a Rebel win!  Birthoween part 2 was the following weekend in Nashville as the Auburn tigers took on the Vanderbilt Commodores.  We took advantage of Nashville shopping, Cheesecake Factory, and sweet friend time at Laney’s apartment.  
And now, we have all graduated college and moved into the next phase of lives.  Even though we are alumni (the old people), Ole Miss and Auburn will continue to battle every year.  Birthoween, my favorite holiday, lives on!  Happy Birthoween friends.  Hotty Toddy and War Damn Birthoween. 

Four years ago, my friends and I had a party and we called it “Birthoween”.  This event with a funny name is now near and dear to our hearts.  The inaugural Birthoween fell on the weekend of Halloween, Rebecca’s birthday, and the Ole Miss vs. Auburn game- just a week after Lauren’s birthday and mine.  Seeing that half of my best friends went to Ole Miss or Auburn, we couldn’t resist a reunion.  Thus, Birthoween was born.  

Birthoween 2009 we dressed up as the Griffin family of Family Guy and paraded to a party that Rebecca told us, “no one you know will be there.” WRONG. We rocked it anyways.  We slept 8 girls in 1 tiny dorm room— I slept in a corner under a towel.  The Rebs were defeated but we made it out alive and topped the weekend off by carving a watermelon (sold out of pumpkins on Halloween) and being kicked out of a boys’ dorm after hours (team KQ and Laney breaking all the rules.) 

Birthoween 2010 was in Oxford town.  Our War Eagle friends made the voyage to Mississippi for a weekend of fun.  The memories that stick out from this year are a big chocolate cake, a spongebob costume, and tailgating in the grove with some of my favorites.  

Back to AU for Birthoween 2011.  I was accompanied by my roomie Vigs that year.  We made a long weekend out of it and acted as roadies for the Beware of Christians Show (A movie about leaving religion to follow Jesus— check our friends out on Netflix).  We ate Chinese food, sat by a fire, watched Ryan rock a Frankenstein costume, and witnessed Toomer’s Corner get covered in white after the Auburn win.  

 Finally, Birthoween 2012: Senior Year! It was a two week event! Frist, friends came from Auburn, Southern Miss, and Belmont for BOW part 1! It was a wonderful weekend full of Taylor Swift Red, jell-o shots, and finally a Rebel win!  Birthoween part 2 was the following weekend in Nashville as the Auburn tigers took on the Vanderbilt Commodores.  We took advantage of Nashville shopping, Cheesecake Factory, and sweet friend time at Laney’s apartment.  

And now, we have all graduated college and moved into the next phase of lives.  Even though we are alumni (the old people), Ole Miss and Auburn will continue to battle every year.  Birthoween, my favorite holiday, lives on!  Happy Birthoween friends.  Hotty Toddy and War Damn Birthoween. 

"We tend to believe that what we’ve done is too bad—that our sins and mistakes are beyond repair and our faults and failures too deep and ugly. That’s what shame tells us. But if we take a chance and come to the table, and if when we are there we are treated with respect and esteem and kindness, then that voice of Shame recedes, just for a little while, enough to let the voice of truth, of hope, of Christ himself, get planted a little deeper and a little deeper each time. The table becomes the hospital bed, the place of healing. It becomes the place of relearning and reeducation, the place where value and love are communicated."
Tonight we celebrated 8 years of sitting at the table together.

"We tend to believe that what we’ve done is too bad—that our sins and mistakes are beyond repair and our faults and failures too deep and ugly. That’s what shame tells us. But if we take a chance and come to the table, and if when we are there we are treated with respect and esteem and kindness, then that voice of Shame recedes, just for a little while, enough to let the voice of truth, of hope, of Christ himself, get planted a little deeper and a little deeper each time. The table becomes the hospital bed, the place of healing. It becomes the place of relearning and reeducation, the place where value and love are communicated."
Tonight we celebrated 8 years of sitting at the table together.

the REAL world

I just don’t know why people hate on THE REAL WORLD so much.  Since graduating college May 11 of this year I have found that the real world isn’t so bad after all.  

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We packed up the Wildflour and moved out.— INSERT the moment when I realized the Wildflour was going to have to have a post of its own.  

All summer I have been wrestling with what the real world was going to look like for me.  I have a huge fear of being old and boring so I have big plans for the next 60 years of my life to avoid that! After a summer of calm, reflection, relaxation, and working in a kitchen for several hundred hours, I have come to many conclusions about my future in the dreaded real world.  One of the most important of these grand conclusions is that life in the real world is not going to be boring, painful, or stressful at all.  The real world is full and abundant life just as we are promised in John 10:10. 

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Look out Starkville! South Pontotoc 6th grade comin at ya!

Look out Starkville! South Pontotoc 6th grade comin at ya!

Thankful for all of my sweet friends at our YL senior club.  I can’t believe my time as an OHS Young Life leader has come to an end.  The cool thing about Young Life is that even though I will not be at club every Monday or have campaigners every Wednesday, I will still have relationships with all of these people.  

I am so thankful for Allison, Leland, Eden, (Mary Sybil, Lynley-Love, Emory, Sammi) and the nights we spend having CampAigners together.  I am thankful for every boy we gossiped about and every cookie we ate.  I am thankful that we got to work through tough situations together.  I am thankful that we got to learn from each other.  I am thankful for the hours we spent in Mary Sybil’s playroom on the floor.  I am thankful for the time we spent around the kitchen table at the Wildflour.  I am thankful for my senior girls who graduate high school in just a few days.

I am thankful for my Brittany Woods girls.  Thankful that they make me listen to Beyonce way too loud.  I’m thankful that they call me their friend no matter how white I am.  

I am thankful for my team.  They never gave up on me… even when I totally failed at being team leader.  I’m thankful that they didn’t ever get mad at me for being late.  I’m thankful for their love for high schoolers.  I know my kiddos are in good hands even though I will not be in Oxford anymore.  

And finally, I am thankful for John Bobo.  He has been my friend since YL leader training in 2009— ever since he made an awkward comment to me in the Martin Lobby.  I am thankful for his ability to read me like a book and thankful for his listening ear.  I am thankful that he is my friend.  

I love all of these people and I am so glad that we get to continue our friendships for all eternity.