I'm Na-cho Lady

If I never see this sight again, I will be OK. :)
To my husband, I am now "Nacho Lady". He always says that there is some sweet unsuspecting person who gets stuck with nacho preparing in the concession stand. A person who just wants to help, and without knowing what being nacho person entails, jumps in and starts preparing them. Well, last night that person was me.

Matt and I worked the concession stand at the Oxford-Lafayette football game last night. I knew it was going to be super busy. I had no idea. After a little while I noticed that people were being recruited to come into the stand and help. I just saw chips fly past me and cheese plop into the thin plastic container. Some with peppers, some without. My pastor was one person that was brought from the visitors side concessions to help us. I was kind of his runner/ Nacho Lady. It was particularly funny when later we laughed about him asking someone if they wanted peppers with something else that they ordered...not nachos. :)

I am just thankful that I didn't pass out. I am not in the best of shape and forgot to get water and something to eat before we got slammed. I didn't stop moving for another 4 hours. At one point I was kind of leaning on the counter. Shhhh, don't tell anyone. I was trying to be tough. Matt kept me going, though. I would hear..."You are doing a fine job back here", or "You're pretty." It made me smile.

My mom was so sweet to bring our kids to this huge game because they wanted to go. She had to walk forever to get a parking place and then they couldn't find a seat. She is such a trooper. No sacrifice is too much for her grand kids. I hope they know how great they have got it.

I know most of the time I am talking about something really superficial on this blog. I guess it is because to get into all the deep things that go on in life, the trials, etc. would just take way too long. Life is pretty busy right now.

We ended up having a good revival week. The speaker had such a testimony. I felt for him the whole week because he was very sick. I understand why my pastor respects him so much.

One major highlight for me was the youth leading worship for us all Wednesday night. It was so great. Jontyler, Jay and Matthew really lead us into God's presence. There were so many people in our community who hadn't been back to church in so long who were there this week. I pray that through relationships and prayer that they come back to Him. I can't imagine what life would be like without the support of other believers. More importantly, without the Lord. This has been a tough week at school and I have needed His strength so much. He is so incredibly good. There is so much about Him to get to know. Not one layer, but a million.

Matthew broke up with his girlfriend. I was not too proud of how I handled my emotions regarding the whole "girlfriend" thing. It is so tough letting him grow up. I hate that I am so controlling sometimes. I do need to give him over to God. I know He is much more capable of taking care of Matthew than I am. He made him, for crying out loud.

On another note, I am excited about Monday night. We are going to the Oxford Civic Chorus again after missing for revival. Matt and I were blessed to be chosen to be in the ensemble which will be much fun. I am singing second soprano now which makes me a little nervous because it is so new to me. I have sung alto forever. Also, there are only 4 of us second sopranos, so if I hit a really bad note, it will really stick out. Maybe that won't happen. We re scheduled to go to Birmingham the same day that I am planning on taking my high school choir to Six Flags for a festival. Bummer.

I never thought I would get to sing like this again. Singing with the Ole Miss Concert Singers was a highlight of my life. We got to go and compete in France and Italy two years that I was there. I got to sing in the Vatican, and do things I never thought I would ever do. I am excited that my kids can see what we did and maybe go on some trips with this group. My Jacob has a great boy soprano voice. I wish I could get him to be in a boys' choir, but I don't think it would be "cool" for him as a third grader. Not in our society, anyway. Meanwhile, my oldest just wants to scream. :) To him, that is good singing. To each his own, I guess. :) See, I am trying to be fun.

I hope you all have a blessed week.