Discovering Myself by Seeking snd Serving Him

Writing is therapeutic.... At least I find that it is.  Of course for me it's also sporadic. I talk a whole lot more than I write, although when I do write its as long or longer than I talk!  Suffice it to say, that I haven't written a post since September. Oh well...I did start several post though.

Thomas and I teach Sunday School to a group of 11th and 12th grade students.  Several weeks ago the discussion of spiritual gifts came up during a lesson.  These have always intrigued me and for many years I probably misinterpreted them too.  I am certainly not claiming to be an expert at all!

About three years ago, shortly after I stopped teaching, Thomas and I took a spiritual gift survey.  The only thing I kept in my memory from that  survey was that Thomas's number one gift was TEACHING and mine was HOSPITALITY.  Huh... it was an aha moment for me.

I had been teaching for several years and obviously I left teaching because I wasn't happy or fulfilled. I dreaded every day.  HOSPITALITY?  Well that made sense!  Let's invite people over more!  Let's cook and bake more! Let's talk more!  Perfect!  Maybe I was doing what I needed to be doing by starting a baking business.  I mean it means people and food... in the South that is the description of HOSPITALITY!

But what I should have done was dig a little deeper... so the last few days I have.  Spiritual gifts are given to believers in Christ only.  That means until you believe in Him who created you He does not bless you with these gifts. Spiritual gifts are not talents or personality traits either.  Most believers are also MULTI GIFTED.  Hmmm... missed that part and got hung up the first one.

Now to clarify a few things from my perspective as I have read.  Do I believe that no one but believers can show hospitality?  No, but I do believe that the gift of hospitality from God allows believers to make a spiritual impact on other believers and non believers.  I also believe that while spiritual gifts may not be "talents" in and of themselves that if you combine your talents and your spiritual gifts in a purpose filled way that it will make an amazing impact with God.  It's also important to note that often times even we as believers elevate some of these gifts over others.  That's just not how it works.  God blesses us all with different gift so the entire BODY OF CHRIST can work together for Him.  They are equally important.

So now that I am looking for more open doors, I am looking more at how God has blessed me.  We retook the spiritual gifts survey (a different one but equally good I think) with our Sunday school class the other day.  This time I am paying closer attention.  Here are my top spiritual gifts:

Hospitality and Exhortation (encouragement) are closely followed by Leadership, Service, and Wisdom.  Also very high on the list for me is Giving, Administration, and Discernment.

What does all that mean?  Well obviously hospitality, exhortation, leadership, service and wisdom require people.

Hospitality embodies making others feel comfortable and reaching out to others to make them feel valued which goes hand in had with Exhortation also known as Encouragement. This explains my need to feed people, my need to seek out those who look lonely in a crowd, and my need to open my home up so often to those I love. It also doesn't mean that teaching is the wrong occupation for me. Reaching out to students in a classroom atmosphere is incredibly important.  It also explains why the kids in my classes often feel very comfortable compared to others classes.

The gift of Exhortation means I have deep seated desire to inspire and encourage others along with providing counseling through actions and words.  As a teacher, I was often amazed at how students would just "randomly" share with me.  I have always noticed that friends and acquaintances seemed to open up to me about things in their lives.  What I didn't realize is that those times were truly appointments by God.  He placed me in those situations to be an encouragement to them, to help Him remind them that they are loved by Him, and that He reigns over all.

Leadership... another one that explains  so much for me.  I am naturally drawn to being in a leadership role.  I volunteer, I seek out, and I like to be "in charge".  LOL  The older I get though the less "in charge" I want to be and the more the role of facilitator is appealing, which apparently is exactly what this spiritual gift is about.  Big ideas for God meets big picture meets leading people to work together to accomplish His purposes.

Service or helps....offering others assistance.  I can't help but volunteer and jump in where I see a need. One of the reasons I have loved working with Dove is it gave me the ability to feel as if I could serve others. It's why I like teaching Sunday School.... I want to serve and help others.  It's why I have a hard time saying no if I feel needed.

Wisdom... WOW!  Not how I have ever characterized myself.  Solomon was WISE.  Older generations are wise.  Not me.  But yet, Wisdom registered very high on the survey for me.  As I looked over the description of "making wise decisions and counseling others with solid advice" I think back over multiple times that I offered advice to others.  I am not saying by any means I am always right, but I do remember hearing from others "wow, that makes sense."  "That's a good idea." and "I never thought of it that way."

The last couple of years I have begged for God to reveal His Master Plan for my life.  Typing that is laughable.  I am a planner.  I make lists (not as crazy as some list makers I know though).  I dream BIG dreams.  I set goals.  But through all those things I never feel like their is an absolute CLEAR directive from God.  You see I find it hard to TRUST Him.  No He has never failed me.  It's  clearly my problem of needing to be in control myself.  A friend of mine made this statement just the other day and I cannot tell you how deeply it is resonating with me right now.  "I have trust issues with God and He knows that.  So that's why He never reveals more than one step at a time to me."  In other words, He is giving clear directions but he only slides the paper down the page one line at a time.  (It's a teacher thing.)  If I see all the directions at once I am bound to race through them and check them off my list without giving them proper attention and preparing myself along the way!  I might even say "no, that's not necessary and skip a step".  Ugh... hello?  If God says do it in this order we probably should!

I believe that everything that God has had me do in my 35 years so far has prepared me for whatever the next step is.  He has certainly been preparing me to look at my spiritual gifts in a different manner or at least a closer examination of them.

By the way, Thomas's top gifts were all tied.... Teaching, Wisdom, Faith, and Giving.  Followed closely by Pastor/Shepherd, Discernment, Knowledge, Administration, Leadership, and Service.  Don't ask him to sing... Music is not on his list! LOL

The Last to Go Home...

My Granny on the Mountain passed away last Sunday morning at the age of 92.  I have called her that since I was a little girl, a fitting name for my granny who lived in sight of Buffalo Mountain in Johnson City, TN.

Her last few years here on earth were spent in a nursing home with family visiting as often as possible... just a shell of the lady she was... robbed of her body and mind by Alzheimer's.  It's a ruthless disease, but I take comfort that she didn't suffer.  It's really the family that suffers with that disease.  Children and grandchildren suddenly become unknown.  Great grandchildren will never be remembered.  Favorite dishes cease to be served and songs are left unsung.

But we take comfort in Granny's faith.  Her spirit fully restored in a heavenly body now.  And we have our memories to pass on to our children and their children. And so I remember...

I remember Granny and Papa Joe's house in the summer time filled with all of us.  Older cousins playing basketball in the driveway out front while our parents rocked in the glider on the porch. Climbing the apple trees and playing tag around the weeping willow. Stealing grapes off the vines. Everyone playing horseshoes in the backyard before dinner.

I remember I almost always staying in the smallest bedroom with a twin bed.  To a little girl like myself it was a fascinating room.  Asian fabric wall hangings that must have come back from the war with Papa Joe.  Any my favorite thing?  The electric organ that stood at the foot of the bed.  Many a screeching could be heard as I attempted to play it.

Granny could play any instrument she tried.  She would often play the banjo and harmonica at family gatherings or whenever anyone asked.  She also loved to sing.  I still sing "Playmate" to my boys a favorite of mine.

My most favorite memories are at Christmas though.  It's these memories that I long for each Christmas.  A room packed full of family... cousins wrestling in the floor... adults playing games on the card tables... and food, lots of food.  Orange Slice cake is my Daddy's favorite.  I also remember Pork cake and Jam cake.  I remember fresh baked sourdough bread and pear butter too-- my favorites.  I loved how we all smashed ourselves into the living room and exchanged presents.  And then we sang.  Granny and Papa Joe had Christmas song books and we all got one to help us sing.  Rudolph, Up on the Rooftop, and Jingle Bells. With 6 kids and 19 grandchildren it was a very tight fit... but it was what I looked forward to most.

Me and Jaco... 

I also remember Granny and Papa Joe reading their Bibles each morning.  Taking time to focus on God's Word before the day began.  They were people of great faith.  And they expected their children to follow God too.

Granny was the last of my grandparents to pass away.  No more memories  with them will be created, but their legacies will live on. I hope I can share enough stories with my boys that they will know them.

 That chubby baby is me.

But this chubby baby is my Ethan.

My Daddy with his parents.

Granny and PaPa Joe's children.... Back:  JW, Mike, Dan, Tim, Front: Jennie and Alice

 

 and all the rest of us too! (or at least the ones that were able to make it this past week)

Working for the Lord

I've spent weeks, well maybe more like months, stressing over WHAT God wants me to do for Him.  Waiting for answers that seem like they never come. Sitting in a waiting room with so many doors available, surrounded by people --some waiting too and some acting on what God has directed them to do-- listening to conversations, reading articles for answers, and praying for revelation.

I admit that I'm horribly impatient. I also admit a need to control all aspects of my life. Relinquishing control and waiting on anyone is soooo incredibly hard. I'm a jump all in kind of girl. I give 110% to everything I do (most of the time).  I say yes to everyone and then often think that I should say no more often.  It's a good thing that God gave me a patient patient man as I my husband. God often works through him to remind me to be still and listen. 

When I quit teaching in 2012, I felt blessed at first to be able to escape the field of education. (That's a rant for another day.) I felt blessed to spend more time with my boys. (And terrified at the same time because I was used to structure and routine that was provided by a typical J.O.B.) I felt blessed and excited to pursue a dream to bake and cook and own my own business. (And overwhelmed at the same time because it's a GIANT leap of faith for me. ) 

I've spent countless moments second guessing my decision. Countless hours praying God would show me exactly what to do. I guess I just thought He would eventually draw up a business plan and hand it to me with directions.

I've also gotten caught up in the comparison trap.  You know the one.  The trap where you look at what every other person with your skill set or similar dream and you start thinking you are not as good as they are or maybe this will never work for you.  Me personally, I get caught up thinking that maybe there isn't room for another baker in this small county.  I also get caught up wondering if I'm missing what God really wants me to do.

I mean its frustrating and nerve wracking starting your own business.  Essentially you pass or fail by people's opinions of your work... which is terribly scary!

So I started reading inspirational blogs and articles.  I studied my Bible more.  All great things by themselves.  BUT THEN, I started to worry. (not so good thing)  Worrying that God has something bigger for me planned and that I was MISSING it!  I mean shouldn't we do great big things for God?  Hasn't He given us EVERYTHING?  Don't we owe him our entire life?  The answer is YES.... and no.  We do owe Him our entire life.  He has given us everything.  We should do big thing for God, but those big things may simply be small things every day that add up to honoring Him.

This past week, no joke, I have seen, heard, or read the same verse multiple times.

Colossians 3:23 "Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men,"

I get it, God.  I finally get it.  You can say YES to God right where you are.  Right there in the midst of the messy house, crazy kids, buttercream frosting, and chocolate boxes spread out everywhere.  Oh is that just me?!  I don't think so.  God wants us to honor him through our work, with our work, and while we work.  It doesn't have to be as a minister, missionary, conference speaker, fundraiser, or volunteer.  It doesn't have to be some huge decision that we need to move across the world and raise orphans.  All those things are beautiful acts of service for God.  But our Yes can be to teach our children to love Him.  To work hard to build our dream.

Our Yes can simply be that what we do each day should reflect Christ more than ourselves. 

Our lives are filled with so many distractions. So many daily activities that can keep our focus off of God. What if we purposely looked for ways to make God the focus of those activities?  To dedicate time or specific actions to bring glory to God? Maybe its encouragement of friend in need, a pause to pray with them even among a crowd, a quick text, Facebook message or note in the mail.  Maybe its reacting gracefully in times of stress or anger or frustration.  Maybe its extending ourselves one more time in a fruitless situation.  What if we thought less about what we wanted and more about how we can exalt God?  What if taught our children that God is THE most important priority in life by setting the example in our own?

Maybe our YES to God is doing our very best in our work.  Smiling at our customers.  Thanking our boss.  Being grateful for a job that God provided for our family.  Taking an extra moment to make sure what we wrote, created, built, assembled, spoke, taught, designed, mixed, or cleaned was to the BEST of our ability.  I mean if we are to work as if we are working for the LORD then shouldn't those tasks however minute be done as if its the most important thing to God?

Simply realizing and understanding this one this one thing has revolutionized the way I think this week.  Am I still going to be frustrated that my businesses aren't growing as much as I want?  Sure.  Am I going to work harder to see them succeed?  Absolutely! I am working as if God himself is directing my steps and that makes all the difference.  Perhaps there is more to come for me... but for now I will work what I have been given.  What I believed two years ago that God was giving me the chance to do.  I will honor Him and wait for further instructions or different doors to be opened.  And I will work while I wait.

You are mine!

The first song that played today as I walked seemed like the perfect follow up to yesterday's post. 

THIRD DAY LYRICS

"You Are Mine"

It doesn't take much

For my heart to break

And you have done it

For what's seems the millionth time

Whenever I hear

Of your saving grace

And how you gave your life

In exchange for mine

Sometimes I wonder why you even love me

And why you ever chose to call me child

Then I remember

It's by your sacrifice

I can say that

I am yours and you are mine

It doesn't take much

For me to shed a tear

And you have done so many things

To make me cry

Whenever I think

Of all that I've done wrong

And everything that you have done

To make it right

It doesn't take much

For my heart to break

And you have done it

For what's seems the millionth time

Grateful for His grace and that He chose me. 

Unworthy?

Worth.  Worthiness.  What does that really mean?  I found myself dwelling in my quiet time on my worthiness as a person, a wife, a mom, a daughter, a business owner...

I can remember as a preteen and teenager hoping, wishing, and praying for a boyfriend.  Someone who would choose me to love and spend time with.  You know, because your family had to love you, had to spend time with you, and they really did not have a choice in the matter.  Oh, the things we believe when we are young!  I remember the longing I felt to be chosen by that perfect guy who sweep me off my feet just like in all the books I read. 

Even after saying yes to marrying Thomas, I still could not believe he CHOSE me.  Why would he CHOOSE to spend the rest of his life with crazy me?  Time and time again, Thomas reassured me that he loved me and WANTED to live his life with me.  It was his constant reassurance that made me realize how much he loved me... loved me enough to CHOOSE me.  You know, some days, I still wonder what he sees in my crazy, emotional roller coaster, doubting self.  BUT, I never wonder if he loves me.  I know he does without a doubt.

See that?  He is smiling. At ME.  Love him.

My relationship with God is like this too.  I know he LOVES me.  I know he CHOSE me. But I still cannot comprehend why! 

 In John 1:27 the Bible says, "It is HE who comes after me, the thong whose sandal I am unworthy to untie." God is Holy.  He is set apart.  He is the Alpha and Omega.  He created the world, the heavens and things in the world.  And He CHOSE to create us.  Huh.  He chose to create us.  The God of all the universe who is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent chose to create me.  God is perfect in all things.  He who sent his son as a perfect sacrifice... chose to create me.  I am unworthy of God.  I am less than holy. (Maybe holier than thou some days unfortunately.)  I am not set apart.  I am not HOLY.  But I am His.  In Leviticus 20:26, God tells the people of Israel again "Thus you are to be holy to Me; for I the Lord am holy; and I have set you apart from the peoples to be Mine".

And He gave me the freedom to choose too.  The freedom to choose to worship a holy and magnificent creator or the freedom to turn away.  The freedom to seek Him daily or turn from His ways completely.  The freedom to follow anything else in this world but Him.  He gave us free will.  Free Choice. Freedom to mess up our lives.  Freedom to do anything but what He wants us to do.  Because why would anyone want someone to love them if they did not choose to love them?  Isn't that the greatest compliment ever?  To say I choose to love you. God CHOSE me to love.  He wants my love in return. He wants ME to choose HIM.

Which is more than I can comprehend.  Why would the God of the universe want me to love Him? More importantly why would He choose to love me despite how I treat Him.  He chooses to love me no matter how much I screw up.  No matter how often I think only of my self, my plan, my way.  He chooses ME.

And on top of Him choosing little old messed up me, He doesn't just choose me.  He tells me I am HIS child.  HIS heir.  Galatians 3:29 says "And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's descendants, HEIRS according to promise."  

Let that soak in a minute.  

I am an only child of my Mama's.  That means everything she has I will inherit one day as her heir.  Nobody to argue, fuss, or fight with about who gets what or nobody to share the burden of loss with and relive the joys either.

BUT GOD, calls me an heir.  His child.  That means that everything God has will be mine too.  Shoot, I would just settle to sit at His feet.  To ask Him questions and hear His voice clearly.  To no longer feel pains of guilt and sadness and confusion.  Isn't it amazing that we get all that and everything God has for His children?

Am I worthy? Nope.  Not a single chance.  But He still CHOOSES me.  Still chases after me.  Still seeks my love and my attention.  I don't want to be unworthy of God's love.  That's why His LOVE is so amazing though.  As I pursue Him and His ways, He works to perfect me.  Some days He has to work harder than others!  "Consider it all joy, my brothers, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.  And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing." (James 1:2-4)  

So today, I will just settle for CHOSEN.  I don't have to try to be worthy every minute of every day.  He still chooses me and pursues me with His PERFECT love.  

Oh and just to clarify... now that I am older and as a wife and mother I get it.  Families do choose to love.  I have seen families who didn't and people who weren't.  I am so thankful mine did choose to love me.  I am thankful that Thomas chose me and chooses me daily.  And I am thankful that I can CHOOSE to love them too.

Impatient Me...

So let's be honest... I am incredibly impatient.  Like five year old impatient. Ok, maybe more like 10 years old because I have a five year old and I would like to think I act better than him.  HA!  But still, when I get something in my head that I want and I can justify that I can afford it and really NEED it, I am ready right then to go get it.  It's painful to wait, to not self indulge, to not satisfy what you think you need, want, and deserve.

Lately, I have felt more and more restless in my spirit--which leads to being more and more restless in my thoughts and crazier in my moods. Sorry, family!  I admit sheepishly that I am a control freak. I like STRUCTURE!  I like PLANS!  I like LISTS!  Too bad I don't utilize those tools better.

But, perhaps God is reminding me that HE is in control.  That He will give me EVERYTHING I need and want. Only it will be according to HIS plan, HIS list, and must be done HIS way. Now is when I feel weak.  When I struggle the most to relinquish control. I've always been this way. This constant struggle with God.  My heart knows that God provides.  My heart knows that God blesses in ways that we can never imagine.  But my head, oh my over analyzing, never-stop-thinking brain of mine won't give up very easily.

My friends hear me say over and over that I wish God would just lay it out there for me.  His PLAN for me.  Whack me upside the head with a skillet with an Ah HA moment of clarity!  Instead, He whispers so softly that I obviously fail to pay attention often enough or I wouldn't be feeling like this again.  Like I'm in His waiting room again.  Waiting on things I can't control.  Waiting on the next door to open.  Waiting to know the results of my tests.  Waiting to know the next move in the game of life.

Isn't that where He wants us though?  In constant NEED of Him?  Doesn't He find JOY with us drawing nearer to Him? Don't WE find JOY when we draw near?

So I will wait upon the Lord.  I will endure my impatient spirit and seek God.  I will pray more often and listen more closely for the faint whisper.  Would you pray for me and with me too?  Pray that I don't miss what God is saying to me.  Pray that He reveal my next move in His plan for me.  Pray that I will set myself aside.

I went for a walk this afternoon... started out as exercise (because I need too!) but it became a time of prayer and praise and reflection and hopefully a little listening as well.  I committed to 21 days of exercise and prayer time.  Getting my body and my mind and my heart in shape all at the same time.  I'm urgently praying for answers.  Thirty minutes carved out for God and myself.

I pray my over analyzing brain will shut up long enough to hear God's whisper and that I will fully relinquish myself to His plan.

 

These two were certainly worth the wait in His waiting room.  

The Simple Life

We were honored this week to be invited to an Amish wedding.  My husband's parents, Tommy and Mitzi, met them for the first several years ago when looking for a Belgian horse to purchase.  Marlon and Josephine  and their children (Delores, Rosie, Olen, Karen, Amanda, Willis, and Matthew) have become almost an extension of our family.  When Tommy died four years ago in October, our Amish family traveled all the way from Indiana to serve as pall bearers beside our English (that's what they call us) family.  Over the last four years, I have been truly blessed to know and learn more about this quiet group of people that seem to know how to live life focused on what's most important-- their faith.

I posted on Facebook that we were excited to attend this wedding and was amazed at how many people seem to be curious about Amish life.  I will share with you about the wedding, but I will preface this with the reminder that each Amish community has their own traditions and customs.  You may have heard of different things that happen or ways things are prepared but I can only speak to what I myself know as true.  I will also tell you that I asked permission of Marlon to take pictures.  He granted me permission to take pictures of the reception area but asked me not to include any people.  Out of respect you won't see any pictures of our kind friends-- not even from a distance.  However, I can tell you they were beautiful in the most simple way.

Weddings in this Amish community in Indiana begin as soon as weather allows in March and run every Friday through June.  Weddings are an all day affair!  We "English" run around for a whole day getting ready for a 15 minute ceremony and a 2 hour reception which might serve 200 people some simple hors d'oeuvres.

Weddings are held at the family home of the bride.  Just like ours, the bride's family is responsible for all the parts of the wedding.  There isn't any rehearsal dinner the night before.  However, we arrived the night before to an all ready tired family. A tent had been erected with makeshift bench seating-- enough to seat almost 600 people!  The detached shop or garage type area had been turned into a beautiful reception area. They had a large cooking trailer with four ovens, dishes, serving trays, tables, and such.  They also had a large cooling trailer for all the prepared food.  They even had to bring in portable restrooms and a small barn for hats and coats.

The custom of the Amish is to wait until the young couple officially publishes their intent to wed and a wedding date at church before any plans can begin.  Delores and her groom published sometime in late September... a mere 7 months ago for planning.

The actual wedding service began at 9:00 am on Friday morning.  Horse and buggies were everywhere!  As we entered the tent, the men sat to one side and the ladies to another.  The children sat with either parent and there were lots of children. (Still trying to figure out their secret to such quiet children!)  In the center of the tent were a few rows of actual chairs.  Ten chairs were for the ministers of the community lined up against one side of the tent.  Six chairs were in the middle with chairs on both sides for parents, grandparents, and special guests (us).  Men and women were still separated, although they did encourage our family to sit together.  The bride and groom are accompanied in the ceremony with two other couples that are referred to as witnesses.

Most everyone wore simple black and white.  There were no flowers, no decorations, no bridal march, no make up, and no worrying about who sits next to who.

The service began with singing (men only) by the father of the bride (Marlon). All of the songs were praise songs. All of the songs were in complete German. Well this community's dialect of German. None of which I understood. (We have often enjoyed joining them in English singing these songs after family dinners when we visit, so yes women do sing.  Sometimes they use mouth harps (harmonicas) but no other instruments are ever used.)  I can tell you that listening to the harmony of about 300 men singing praise to God will bring anyone near tears.  What a blessing!

After the first song, the ministers (all 10) filed out and took the bridal party with them.  The men continued to sing several songs (about 30-45 minutes worth) while the ministers met with the bridal party.  The ministers returned in to the tent and the bridal party filed in and sat down facing opposite from their partner.  Three ministers actually spoke (all in German minus a few English words here and there) during the service.  The service was a reminder that God is the most important part of a marriage and how marriage should be.  One minister was the bride's uncle and the other was her grandfather.  Her grandfather actually married them.  The service was a good 2 1/2 hours long.  I did miss the actual ceremony because Ethan just could not sit that long quietly.  However, I was told the bride and groom were asked the questions and they responded yes to all three. No wedding rings. At the very end one of the witness couples were published in front of the church and announced their wedding date in May.

Afterwards, all of the guests were invited to eat at the first meal (lunch). They actually served three meals that day with around 1000 people served. Wow!  We were seated at long tables with benches.  Here is a picture or two of the reception room:

 Blue was the chosen color of the bride.  So all of these are beautiful blue glass candy dishes and cake stands.

 There were 40 young people chosen as servers for the meals.  Each served by passing food family style from one end of the tables to the other from these carts.  Notice the wooden wall plaques in the first picture. Those were the gifts that each server received as tokens of appreciation.  Beautiful carved and hand painted and also included printed mugs for the wedding.

This is the table for the bridal party.  Yes they have a wedding cake and they did receive gifts.

The meal was marinated and grilled turkey breast, corn, creamy potatoes, noodles, fresh bread, and broccoli salad.  I can tell you that I felt like a complete glutton it was that good.  They prepared 500 pounds of meat just for that day!   Then came dessert.  The wedding cake was not actually cut until later when Josephine (mother of the bride) decided it needed eaten instead of just looked at! LOL.  Many ladies in the community however brought cakes -- Red Velvet, German Chocolate, Carrot cake, you name it...  and they had been sliced and placed on all the cake stands.  Which we had to stare at while we ate all the other fantastic food! It's a real incentive not too overeat before dessert.  Plus the family baked about 60 pecan pies and 60 pudding pies!

The other two meals served at 4:00 and 6:30 were mainly for the young people.  We wanted to be there and were invited but our family was a little sick that night. Thank you Ethan for sharing your virus with the whole family :(

The bride and groom did not go on a honeymoon although some do.  They did spend the night in the bride's family home which is very common.  They will live for awhile in  a portion of the shop area turned living quarters until their home is finished around the end of summer.

I feel like I have written 10 pages!  The wedding was wonderful and really such a special memory for all of us.  If you have questions please feel free to ask.