Still not much to say...

So more pictures. Saturday our game was part of the Greater Wichita Athletic League Showcase, and as we tend to do on this day, we drew the top City League team. But that doesn't change the fact that Nate had a great game (has had a great year so far) and looked really good doing it. The game was at Lawrence Dumont Stadium, which is the minor league facility here in Wichita.

Classy, intelligent, well-educated women

Guessing by the title I'm not referring to myself? You got that right. There is a group on facebook that you can join, Classy, intelligent well-educated women who use the word ????? alot. I won't tell you what the word is because it's very offensive. I can't think of single place, time or circumstance that it is acceptable. If someone said it in front of my kids, I would ask them not to say it. The reason this stuck out to me is a woman at church joined this group. I know facebook is for your friends, and I wouldn't call her a friend, but because she knows Steve I am also her friend. When she joined this group, I saw it. And I wondered how anyone could consider themselves intelligent or well-educated and use foul language. I'm a believer that an educated person can express themselves without using foul language. Without using swear words.
The Bible talks about our tongues and the words we use. One I think of often (because I need to) Job 6:24 teach me and I will be silent (hold my tongue). Ecclesiastes 5:2 says let your words be few (I also need to do this). Psalms 10 lists the "grievous" ways of the wicked and verse 7 says "his mouth is full of cursing and deceit". For me as a Christian woman, I have a responsibility to tame my tongue. Refrain from cursing and hateful words and unkindness. Opposite of that it includes being positive, kind, and encouraging. I have so many opportunities for growth in this area, and know that this is one of the works that will be completed...someday.

Conversations with Whitney

Whitney is adjusting to the loss of her friend Regan. She wears pink and blue ribbons braided on her arm as a bracelet, because it was Regan's favorite color. We had to applique #2's on all the volleyball jerseys so they didn't tatto themselves with Sharpies.

This is a rare serious conversation I will share that shows me how important it is to teach your children the truth. And then a couple pictures in memory of a very special little girl.

Whitney's friend: "You mean Regan isn't watching over me from heaven?"

Whitney: "No, when you are dead you are dead. Your soul goes to heaven, and you are separated from earth."

Whitney's friend, in tears: "So she's not my guardian angel?"

Whitney: "No, you have Jesus for that."

Whitney's friend: "But I miss her"

Whitney: "Me too, but even if you could look down from heaven, why would you want to?"

at this point I joined the conversation and helped Whitney, and I have to say this is one reason I happily car pool her and her friends. I had the chance last April to talk to Regan when we were in Kansas City about God and his love and how he doesn't send people to hell, we choose to go to hell when we choose not to accept his gift of love and salvation through his son Jesus. I have remembered that conversation with Regan almost daily for two weeks, and I thank God for the opportunity to have talked to her that day. It's a reminder to me not to ever shirk talking about important matters with my kids and their friends.

Whitney, Regan, Denae and Shawnee

Whitney, Regan and Alexx

Our first place finish, first tournament without Regan. Sharpie tattoos in her honor on legs and faces.

I don't have anything to say...

I'm sitting between two of my high school friends. Rebecca (on the left) was my college roommate and lives in California. She will be back again in May to run a 10K with me and we will eat at her favorite restaurant, Sweet Basil, where we are seated below. The other two ladies I am privileged to know because of Rebecca. One of her best friends, Deb with the glasses and her sister Anna, in the orange. Sharon (on my right) attends church with me.

This is Steve's grandaughter, Aneshia. I am not grandma, I am Nana. This is at his 40th birthday party. Shhhhh! Don't tell!

When you have nothing to say, post pictures!