Amy Writes

We're going to see Don Miller tonight. I'm pretty excited about that. I'm looking forward to putting a face and a voice to the words that have spoken so clearly to me over the last few years. I'm thinking about the prospect of meeting him, probably having him autograph something (else) for us, and my stomach actually fills with butterflies at the thought of my one chance to say something grateful and not ridiculous. He's kind of a hero of mine, and I don't want to have an "I carried a watermelon" moment. You may know that I've built up a pretty good immunity to celebrities - there are a scant few that would get a second look from me, and even fewer that would get the butterflies flapping. To discover this morning that Don was one of them was a little surprising. I'm also looking forward to going to Rocketown for the first time. But mostly, I'm looking forward to going back to bed when we get home. I think I'm writing today because I...

Friday was a pretty incredible day in the hangar. And a pretty incredible day in the body of Christ, too. It started a few minutes before 9, when I arrived at the facility to find the rental company already unloading the tables and chairs. All of them. A perfectly completed order - or at least, exactly what we needed. Then a group of 10 (or so) guys showed up and started manhandling 8 foot tables - setting them in place as we requested, then moving them as we requested, all the while saying please and thank you and smiling and stuff. There was another group of ladies who couldn't work hard enough...lugging item after item out of our storage office and into the hangar...then putting them in order...making them look pretty... just generally being amazing. At some point, I became aware of the sound guys who were capably setting up - needing nothing from anyone, just doing their thing - and doing more than we expected. In the lobby, my precious Mandi stared at her computer all day - ma...

I don't know how things look in your corner of the bubble, but here, orphans are very "in" right now. Growing up in the church and in a Christian school, I was not aware that we had orphans here. Like, in America. In the late 20th century. Just didn't know. Orphans lived in orphanages with crazy ladies who made them scrub the floors until they shyyyyned like the top of the Chrysler Building, not in East Ft. Lauderdale. I also didn't know anything about Africa. Well, I remember seeing pictures of malnourished people in Ethiopia, but I certainly didn't know that Jesus wanted me to do anything about it. Didn't really know that I should care about homeless people either. Unless I was telling them about Jesus. And it would be nice if I told them about Jesus while handing them a sandwich. No, when I was growing up in the church, I was made to understand that Jesus was the answer. We even sang a song about it! Join in if you know it! Jesus is the answer...for the...

Several months ago a few of us bloggy people got together weekly for some bloggy chats , and we made some wonderful bloggy friends. Like Photoqueen . And Scott the Crazy Disciple . And Brenda. And, of course, the Cool 'Rents . There was a lot of silliness (we are a funny bunch, if I do say so myself), but from time to time, we were able to encourage each other and, even help one another out. Enter Raquel. Raquel was the youngest of our cool chat regulars - a high schooler who held her own with a chatroom of mostly thirtysomethings. (I'm sounding geekier and geekier, aren't I?) Without saying too much more, let's just say that God had Raquel and I in the same virtual place at the same time for a reason. PLEASE, go read Raquel's post and see what God is doing through the ministry of First Priority in South Florida!