Susan Spess Shay

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2 Minutes & 40 Seconds of Fun!

Our worship leader often greets us on Sunday morning with, “Good morning, Church!” She’s talking about the people who make up the church, not the building, and I love it! This woman opens her heart each week and shares what God puts there. She’s not only extremely talented, she’s encouraging, loves the Lord and loves His church. One of those people who isn’t there to show off her own talents but instead to use what she has for God.

I’m telling you, she and the rest of the worship team make Sunday morning a time of real worship for Church.

The members who make up Church are all varieties. We have happy, happy, happy glee-filled rejoicing members, a few–very few–cranky members, singers, non-singers, and we have hand raisers . . . all kinds of hand-raisers. One handed, two handed, high and low. We even have some who raise their hands in a kind of private sign language.

I try to sit where I can’t see the private sign language members too easily, because I get so caught up in their signs that I lose track of what we’re singing. 🙂

The best thing about Church is there’s no condemnation. If you raise your hands, wave your hands or keep them firmly gripping the pew in front of you, it’s okay. (After all, God looks at the heart. Not just the palms.)

Whether you a hand raiser or not, I think you’ll enjoy this video. It’s great! I really want to visit this guy’s Church!

Village People, Rocky, Touchdown!

Pretty good, huh?

How about your Church? Are you hand raisers?

Carry the TV or Hold My Baby? 🙂

 

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Mad Dashes and Sign Language

Eifle Tower in Las Vegas

Eifle Tower in Las Vegas (Photo credit: Jeff Hill Photo)

So how organized are you when you go on vacation?

I think I missed the organized gene. Being a girl who loves surprises (well, good ones) I’ve always enjoyed just flying by the seat of my pants.

G-Man is just the opposite. He makes lists, lays out what he’s taking and packs very methodically. He’s so thorough, we always have everything except his recliner in our bags. He never has a reason to make a mad dash to a pharmacy or Wally World.

Might as well stay home.

More and more lately, though, I find I don’t remember some things and have to make too many dashes to the oops store for oopsers who don’t make packing lists. (Or even oopsier oopsers who make lists and lose them before they pack.)

I don’t believe oldtimers is setting in (I could have forgotten if it is, right?) I have to believe it’s because I’m expecting my brain to store more and more lists these days. I just neglect going to check my lists. 🙂

So this morning, I thought I’d see what there is on the web in the way of packing lists–and I found a ton. They can be as specific as you want, depending on where you’re vacationing. If you’re going to a beach, put it in your search engine. Moutains? Yes, they have that, too.

They even have packing lists that’ll have you covered if you’re leaving the country. There’s nothing worse than being in a foreign land and not being able to say, “Ibuprofen” in that language because you forgot your English-Foreign Language Book. (I know you can find it on your i-Phone, but do you know what it costs to use an i-Phone in a foreign country?)

Unless you’re good at sign language. 🙂 I’m really good at SL.

When I was a kid, I went to Europe with my Fashion Merchandising school. A couple of my friends went along, and one told me over and over, “When we get to France, I’ll interpret for us. I’ve had four years of French, so we’re covered.”

We got there, and everyone wanted to send home postcards of the Eifel Tower, so we went to Le Drugstore. (Yep, that was the name.) My friend was in front of me, so I watched while in what I assume was perfect high school French, she asked for air mail stamps.

The woman working at Le Drugstore just looked puzzled and shook her head. My friend struggled for five minutes to make her understand, but the woman couldn’t. (Or wouldn’t.) Finally my friend gave up and moved over a step.

I stepped up to the clerk and said, “I want two.” (I held up two fingers.) “Airmail.” (I held my arms out like an airplane and made flying noises.) “Stamps.” (I held out my left hand, palm up, made a fist of my right hand, licked my right thumb and smacked it in the center of my left palm.)

The clerk handed me the stamps. 🙂 I wasn’t smooth, but I got my stamps. LOL.

How about it? Are you an organized traveler or not? Or maybe I should ask, do you enjoy an occasional mad dashes and sign language.