Had to run to Key Largo this afternoon after church, we had to take our dog Trixie von Bassett Hounder down to Aunt Cheryl’s summer camp. I expect she’ll come back to us calm and very well heeled, Aunt Cheryl will have her whipped into shape in short order for sure.

I’ve been looking forward to this post all week, for some reason there has been a real sense of expectancy about today. This morning at Life Pointe Church at the Flagship Cinemas Movie Theater on Campbell Road right next to the Turnpike across from the new Homestead Pavillion mall the feeling was electric! This was due in small part to a bodacious thunder storm that rocked us for several hours, but also because it seemed others were there with that same sense of expectancy. Pastor Travis was certainly as usual ripping and ready to go with a message about “Temptation” from the Got Funk series. We all face it to the day we die, so learn to pray hard. Abstaining from temptation is an act of worship… that’s a pretty cool perspective. He was sporting a new more up to date hair-do and appeared to have even taken a shower and shaved.

The band played well today and the song selection was excellent, we played Those who trust, Holy is the Lord, Mighty to Save, and a new one called Devotion which Alex, Jesse’s brother did a ratha smashing job leading. The Phill-istine wasn’t there today so I got to play bass, and with the songs being fairly easy I did some experimenting. Missed a few notes trying to be cute but I think God was pleased with us. Becky is a total blitzkrieg on the keyboard also, she’s been a lot of fun jamming with this summer.

I also saw one of my old buddy’s Elizabeth Mora there this morning. “Leechy” we call her was really the reason we ended up at Life Pointe. We used to work at Mariners Hospital in the Keys together and remember she “IM’d” me about the church they were going to at the Movie Theater. IM’d back asking if they take soda and popcorn for communion. Seemed pretty funny at the time, but good to see ya Leechy hope it will be a habitual occurance. 

Last week Kelly Johnson asked in her blog to help her name the Sunday wrap-up, and settled on The Sunday Chick-kabob. That’s pretty cool. I chose the “Sunday Muddle” as an homage to one of my Grandma’s. I had  one that lived to the age of 95 Ethel Love Parrish (yep!) we called her “Gram”. She was a most excellent Grandma, and I miss her.

The other lived to the age of 93 was ”Annie-Ruth” Holder-Finch-Morris-Corryel or “Ma” and a blazing smoking hot chica that had more energy than anybody I ever knew. She was only about 4 foot 8 inches but I swear she could leap tall buildings with a single bound.You guessed it married 3 times, out lived the first 2 hubby’s, and passed away before the 3rd. She told me once she married Clint because they were best friends and wanted to travel across the U.S and wanted to stay in the same hotel room. No really! Clint lived to about age 96 or so, and they say he died of a broken heart. I remember her for many things, but one especially endearing is her chicken muddle, and when we’d go to visit her there was a good chance there’d be a pot of it on the stove. If you never heard of “muddle” it’s like stew with lot’s of stuff in it. Mmmm mmmm… slapp yo pappy, can have another scoop please!

She is also remembered for the fact that every time the car door opened somewhere she’d come running, she liked to go. Didn’t really matter where anybody was going, she just really liked to go! The biggest thing I remember is that she was a born again, knee skinned up, total Jesus Freak that prayed for my sister and me every day. There is no doubt I’m alive today with all the mess I’ve been involved in because she threatened the angels there’d be hell to pay when she got up there if they didn’t keep us safe.

Annie-Ruth rocked!

Billy