Buzzard Cannibalism

My most random thought of the past couple weeks:

Do buzzards eat each other if they are the roadkill?

I think this is a symptom of too much driving for work. Way too much time on my hands in the car. I'll definitely be remembering to charge the iPod next time!

Music Stands, revelation...what's the connection?

For all my music nerd friends out there (aka- Jen), here is my newest random revelation from God last night. I'm sitting in Tallahassee Winds rehearsal, and the lady next to me is having issues with her music stand. As in, every time she pulls it up, it slowly creeps back down. So as she's playing, she is trying to hold it up with her knee, and every time we have a rest in the music, she pulls it back up really high so it takes longer to sink. I watch this through several pieces until I realize, duh- if I slide my stand over, hers can rest on the edge of mine and it won't sink anymore. So, I act on this. And she looks at me with the most genuine look of appreciation and says, "Thank you SO much."

And I sit, thinking...funny how such a small thing can inspire gratitude in people. (And funny how long it took me to realize the solution). But seriously, if we as people would just do the little things to support the friends and people in our lives and be grateful to recognize what others do...we could really and truly live in the kind of community and relationship God has called us to. My prayer is that I would find a little thing to do every day to bless someone and let them know I am here to support them. And also, that I would recognize those times when other people bless me and be truly, genuinely, beyond appreciative for them. Just something God's been working on in my heart.

Girl Scouts

In honor of girl scout cookie season, I was prompted to share this post. Growing up, my older brother was in boy scouts for as long as I can remember. My mom was a scout mom, which meant she went to their meetings, and she took me with her. Well, once a little girl reaches the age she can join Brownies, she is no longer welcome at the boy scout meetings. So, when I reached that age, they sent a girl scout to my house to ask if I would be interested in joining girl scouts. My mom called me to the door to talk, and this is how the conversation went:

Girl scout: "Hi! I wanted to tell you about being a girl scout and let you ask any questions you have. We'd love to have you come and join us!"

Me: "GIRL SCOUTS ARE SISSIES!"
(insert slamming of the door)

My mom: "Well, I guess that's your answer."

It was a short conversation, but a very clearly communicated response. Could you say I was a tomboy? ABSOLUTELY!