I've been involved in an online discussion regarding tolerance. Here's what I think:
Tolerance is, IMO, basic. It's being civil. Its very definiton is this:
1. The capacity for or the practice of recognizing and respecting the beliefs or practices of others.
2.
a. Leeway for variation from a standard.
In this age, i think that Christians have a responsibility to lead holy lives. But we do NOT have the right to insist that others do what we say. I think that's the worst way to show people God's grace and mercy. And I think Satan runs rampant when we think that because we have certain moral standards, everyone should fall in line.
I mean, living in Utah--do you know how many times mothers at the park have gathered their children to leave when the kids and I show up? And it's not because my kids are poorly behaved. It's always on the days when I'm wearing a tank top, or shorts, or wear my cross necklace. Are they being tolerant?? I guess, in the sense that they're letting my kids play at the park while they hastily pack up and leave, not acknowledging me or responding to my greeting. Are they showing love? Kindness? Nope. I imagine they're terrified that my children will corrupt theirs.
I think that we need to teach our children our values. And let them be exposed to the world, in a developmentally appropriate manner, of course. If we insulate them, they're going to be shocked when they finally get out into reality. But if we integrate them from the beginning with people who are different than us, who make different choices than we do, and teach them how to respond, THEN we have hope of developing strong children who possess tolerance-and above that, kindness.
ETA: I also believe that helping someone else, even who is living a lifestyle you do not agree with, is an act of kindness and mercy. Jesus did NOT tell people to turn their lives around and THEN seek him. Jesus gave them what they needed and in response to that love, people choose to--are compelled to--lead holy lives.
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Monday, June 9, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Time flies.
Is it really 5 years ago that I was great with my first child? FIVE years that I have been a mother?? I look at Grace today and am stunned at how quickly time has gone by. It seems just yesterday that I was up in the middle of the night with my newborn, reading the latest installment of Harry Potter while nursing her back to sleep. Just yesterday that a huge 3 -4 foot stork came to visit and walk around in my pool when Grace was just a few days old. My mom and I think he was making sure all was well at our home.
When Grace was just a few weeks old, I recall meeting my friends with their newborns at the Cocoa Village park. We strolled through the park, talking about motherhood and how it had changed us and what we were anticipating. One friend said, "Do you know what I'm most looking forward to? Bubble baths!" It's such a simple thing. And now I think about how we ran out of Bubble Bath a few months ago and I haven't bothered to replace it, thinking of it as unimportant.
My girl is tall and skinny, with curly hair that she hates to have brushed. Her legs are so long that I've suggested she wear bike shorts under her dresses, which she refuses. She loves to play with friends, and she puts on these new high heeled shiny red dress shoes that are 2 sizes too big for her every chance she gets, so that she can tap dance on our wood floor to songs on TV. Her current favorite is a song Big Bird sings when he misses his best friend, Snuffy, on "Elmo Saves Christmas." She wears hair bows and head bands, sometimes all at once, and loves to dress up and be "fancy". She has a closet filled with dresses. I don't know how to break it to her that in kindergarten, she must wear the school uniform: Khaki shorts or skirts, with a leather belt, and solid navy, green or white polo shirts. I'm sure she'll find a way to fancy it up--probably with elaborate hairbows and pins.
Her last day of preschool was yesterday. When I picked her up from school, I almost cried. I didn't--but it was a very close call. To reflect on the past 5 years and realize that my girl is starting kindergarten in the fall is quite a reality check. Time goes by so quickly--the present is so fleeting. How much time have I wasted worrying about tomorrow or dwelling on the past? Today is all I have. CS Lewis talks about this concept in the Screwtape Letters, where in a demon is advising a subordinate how to trip up humans:
The humans live in time but our Enemy destines them to eternity. He therefore, I believe, wants them to attend chiefly to two things, to eternity itself, and to that point of time which they call the Present. For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity. Of the present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience analogous to the experience which our Enemy has of reality as a whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered them. He would therefore have them continually concerned either with eternity (which means being concerned with Him) or with the Present--either meditating on their eternal union with, or separation from, Himself,or else obeying the present voice of conscience, bearing the present cross, receiving the present grace, giving thanks for the present pleasure.
Our business is to get them away from the eternal, and from the Present. . . . We sometimes tempt a human. . . to live in the Past. But this is of limited value, for they have some real knowledge of the past and it has a determinate nature and, to that extent, resembles eternity. It is far better to make them live in the Future. . . . It is unknown to them, so that in making them think about it we make them think of unrealities. In a word, the Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most completely temporal part of time--for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays. . . . Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present; fear, avarice, lust and ambition look ahead.
To be sure, the Enemy wants men to think of the Future, too--just so much as is necessary for now planning the acts of justice or charity which will probably be their duty tomorrow. The duty of planning the morrow's work is today's duty; though its material is borrowed from the future, the duty, like all duties, is in the Present. . . He does not want men to give the Future their hearts, to place their treasure in it. His ideal is a man who, having worked all day for the good of posterity, washes his mmind of the whole subject, commits the issue to Heaven, and returns at once to the patience or gratitude demanded by the moment that is passing over him.
Oh, to be the ideal human. Steven Curtis Chapman sings a song called, "Miracle of the Moment."
When Grace was just a few weeks old, I recall meeting my friends with their newborns at the Cocoa Village park. We strolled through the park, talking about motherhood and how it had changed us and what we were anticipating. One friend said, "Do you know what I'm most looking forward to? Bubble baths!" It's such a simple thing. And now I think about how we ran out of Bubble Bath a few months ago and I haven't bothered to replace it, thinking of it as unimportant.
My girl is tall and skinny, with curly hair that she hates to have brushed. Her legs are so long that I've suggested she wear bike shorts under her dresses, which she refuses. She loves to play with friends, and she puts on these new high heeled shiny red dress shoes that are 2 sizes too big for her every chance she gets, so that she can tap dance on our wood floor to songs on TV. Her current favorite is a song Big Bird sings when he misses his best friend, Snuffy, on "Elmo Saves Christmas." She wears hair bows and head bands, sometimes all at once, and loves to dress up and be "fancy". She has a closet filled with dresses. I don't know how to break it to her that in kindergarten, she must wear the school uniform: Khaki shorts or skirts, with a leather belt, and solid navy, green or white polo shirts. I'm sure she'll find a way to fancy it up--probably with elaborate hairbows and pins.
Her last day of preschool was yesterday. When I picked her up from school, I almost cried. I didn't--but it was a very close call. To reflect on the past 5 years and realize that my girl is starting kindergarten in the fall is quite a reality check. Time goes by so quickly--the present is so fleeting. How much time have I wasted worrying about tomorrow or dwelling on the past? Today is all I have. CS Lewis talks about this concept in the Screwtape Letters, where in a demon is advising a subordinate how to trip up humans:
The humans live in time but our Enemy destines them to eternity. He therefore, I believe, wants them to attend chiefly to two things, to eternity itself, and to that point of time which they call the Present. For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity. Of the present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience analogous to the experience which our Enemy has of reality as a whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered them. He would therefore have them continually concerned either with eternity (which means being concerned with Him) or with the Present--either meditating on their eternal union with, or separation from, Himself,or else obeying the present voice of conscience, bearing the present cross, receiving the present grace, giving thanks for the present pleasure.
Our business is to get them away from the eternal, and from the Present. . . . We sometimes tempt a human. . . to live in the Past. But this is of limited value, for they have some real knowledge of the past and it has a determinate nature and, to that extent, resembles eternity. It is far better to make them live in the Future. . . . It is unknown to them, so that in making them think about it we make them think of unrealities. In a word, the Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most completely temporal part of time--for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays. . . . Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present; fear, avarice, lust and ambition look ahead.
To be sure, the Enemy wants men to think of the Future, too--just so much as is necessary for now planning the acts of justice or charity which will probably be their duty tomorrow. The duty of planning the morrow's work is today's duty; though its material is borrowed from the future, the duty, like all duties, is in the Present. . . He does not want men to give the Future their hearts, to place their treasure in it. His ideal is a man who, having worked all day for the good of posterity, washes his mmind of the whole subject, commits the issue to Heaven, and returns at once to the patience or gratitude demanded by the moment that is passing over him.
Oh, to be the ideal human. Steven Curtis Chapman sings a song called, "Miracle of the Moment."
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Party Time!
This is an excerpt from the late great Mike Yaconelli--an amazing youth minister and founder of Youth Specialties. I will never forget hearing about his death. I am still grieving for youth ministry the loss of Mike. He's funny, kind, and really "gets" youth ministry in a way that most people never will. He always opened Youth Specialties Conferences with a speech about using this time to rejuvenate. He'd say, "Are you exhausted? Don't take a class on rejuvenating--go take a nap! Is your marriage in trouble because of all the time you're pouring into teenagers? Don't take a class on marriage enrichment--Put up a privacy sign on your hotel door, lock your spouse in with you and don't come out until Sunday! "
He surprised us all one conference morning in Nashville. Some people had decided to skip this particular event and catch up on some other things. I'm so glad I didn't. He brought up this man (actually, this man was sitting next to me for the first half of the speaking-Yac asked me to save a seat for him) who he said was homeless and played the violin to honor Jesus and he wanted us all to hear him. So this guy started to play Amazing Grace on his violin, scratchy and a bit off key. He finished, to polite applause. then this guy said he had another song and didn't we want to hear it? Scattered applause, kind of. We were getting uncomfortable and disinterested. This homeless man then added that his friend Mikey was here and was going to help him play. We got a bit nervous. THEN up on the stage appears Michael W Smith to lead us in worship!!!!! It was sooooo awesome. 5,000 youth workers singing and praising God, led by the biggest name in Contemporary Christian music. What a great way to pull a joke on us. Yac was just like that. Every time I saw him he was hugging someone or smiling or cracking a joke. I didn't know him well, but the glimpses I saw of him enthralled me.
IT'S TIME TO PARTY (excerpts)
By Mike YaconelliIt doesn't take much to make most of us realize that we have become too serious, too tense, too stressful. The result is that we have forgotten how to live life. It seems like the older we get, the more difficult it is for us to enjoy living.
It reminds me of a description of life given by Rabbi Edward Cohn: "Life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time, all your weekends, and what do you get in the end of it?"
I think that the life cycle is all backward. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live twenty years in an old-age home. You get kicked out when you're too young. You get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You go to college; you party until you're ready for high school; you go to grade school; you become a little kid; you play. You have no responsibilities. You become a little baby; you go back into the womb; you spend your last months floating; and you finish up as a gleam in somebody's eye.
It's hard to imagine we were a gleam in someone's eye once. What happened to the gleam in our eye? What happened to that joyful, crazy, spontaneous, fun-loving spirit we once had? The childlikeness in all of us gets snuffed out over the years...
The sign that Jesus is in our hearts, the evidence of the truth of the gospel is ... we still have a light on in our souls. We still have a gleam in our eye. We are alive, never boring, always playful, exhibiting in our everydayness the "spunk" of the spirit. The light in our souls is not some pietistic somberness, it is the spontaneous, unpredictable love of life...I believe it's time for the party to begin.
Copyright 1989 Mike Yaconelli. Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes.
He surprised us all one conference morning in Nashville. Some people had decided to skip this particular event and catch up on some other things. I'm so glad I didn't. He brought up this man (actually, this man was sitting next to me for the first half of the speaking-Yac asked me to save a seat for him) who he said was homeless and played the violin to honor Jesus and he wanted us all to hear him. So this guy started to play Amazing Grace on his violin, scratchy and a bit off key. He finished, to polite applause. then this guy said he had another song and didn't we want to hear it? Scattered applause, kind of. We were getting uncomfortable and disinterested. This homeless man then added that his friend Mikey was here and was going to help him play. We got a bit nervous. THEN up on the stage appears Michael W Smith to lead us in worship!!!!! It was sooooo awesome. 5,000 youth workers singing and praising God, led by the biggest name in Contemporary Christian music. What a great way to pull a joke on us. Yac was just like that. Every time I saw him he was hugging someone or smiling or cracking a joke. I didn't know him well, but the glimpses I saw of him enthralled me.
IT'S TIME TO PARTY (excerpts)
By Mike YaconelliIt doesn't take much to make most of us realize that we have become too serious, too tense, too stressful. The result is that we have forgotten how to live life. It seems like the older we get, the more difficult it is for us to enjoy living.
It reminds me of a description of life given by Rabbi Edward Cohn: "Life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time, all your weekends, and what do you get in the end of it?"
I think that the life cycle is all backward. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live twenty years in an old-age home. You get kicked out when you're too young. You get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You go to college; you party until you're ready for high school; you go to grade school; you become a little kid; you play. You have no responsibilities. You become a little baby; you go back into the womb; you spend your last months floating; and you finish up as a gleam in somebody's eye.
It's hard to imagine we were a gleam in someone's eye once. What happened to the gleam in our eye? What happened to that joyful, crazy, spontaneous, fun-loving spirit we once had? The childlikeness in all of us gets snuffed out over the years...
The sign that Jesus is in our hearts, the evidence of the truth of the gospel is ... we still have a light on in our souls. We still have a gleam in our eye. We are alive, never boring, always playful, exhibiting in our everydayness the "spunk" of the spirit. The light in our souls is not some pietistic somberness, it is the spontaneous, unpredictable love of life...I believe it's time for the party to begin.
Copyright 1989 Mike Yaconelli. Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Sad. . .
Terry and I have been reading a book called "Out of Mormonism". It's about a woman and her family (true story) who convert to LDS, are temple-worthy members for 7 years and then re-discover Jesus Christ and become evangelical Christians.
Her recollections regarding temple practices and beliefs about Lucifer being Jesus' brother are horrifying, and incredibly saddening to us. We hope to find more information about how to respond to the Mormon community. We don't want to just exist here, we want to be a light in this present darkness.
Her recollections regarding temple practices and beliefs about Lucifer being Jesus' brother are horrifying, and incredibly saddening to us. We hope to find more information about how to respond to the Mormon community. We don't want to just exist here, we want to be a light in this present darkness.
Monday, November 5, 2007
How long?
Yesterday in church our pastor touched on something that I've suspected for a while. We're studying the book of Habakkuk, and learning how to pray during hard times. The first lesson is: Express yourself. Don't be afraid to complain. God already knows, so you're just being honest and authentic with God.
We also learned that God doesn't always answer prayer the way we'd like, expect or hope. When I was a camp counselor, I heard a pastor say, "God ALWAYS answers prayer. Sometimes it's yes, sometimes it's no, and sometime's, it's WAIT." Waiting sucks, to be sure.
Anyhow, during yesterday's sermon, our pastor cautioned us, "Never pray for patience!" :) Meaning that God's way of building our character is to make us "earn" those attributes and work for them. Typically you don't wake up one day with a huge amount of patience. You learn patience by dealing with trying situations.
I've been suspecting that with regards to finances, God works the same way. I've been praying that God will make me more responsible with money, and will help relieve our financial burdens. I had hoped that would mean winning the lottery or inheriting a large sum of money from some study I didn't know about or making my crafty business a huge overnight success.
Instead, we have the added pressure of losing money on our rental home that we can't sell b/c the market in FL sucks. Then the a/c in the rental home isn't running efficiently and the tenants are displeased--there goes over $4000 at last count. Then I broke our dining room table glass cleaning it this morning. What's next, God?? Huh?? I'm so frustrated. I'm a bookaholic, and instead of buying books (I can't remember a month ever going by where we didn't spend at least $50 on books) I've been using the library. I haven't had a haircut and highlight since May. I haven't bought new clothes for self, and the kids are wearing handme downs and consignment shop bargains. I'm sewing. We cloth diaper. We don't have cable or satellite television--just DVDs we already own and we subscribe (for $12/month) to blockbuster online. We are renting a home currently because we don't want additional expenses of home renovation/plumbing problems/etc. I haven't been to the optometrist yet to get more contacts so I'm stretching out the ones I have as long as I can. So is Terry.
We're not eating out nearly as much. Cereal, oatmeal or pancakes for breakfast, spaghetti or grilled cheese for lunch, and a homemade dinner. I'm baking bread in the bread machine (bought years ago at a garage sale for $5) instead of buying loaves. I'm simplifying, Dammit! I AM!!! We had hoped when we moved to Utah that we'd be able to fly back to FL every few months. Many unforeseen expenses have popped up alone the way, and I just don't think it's EVER going to happen now.
And we're still losing money every month!! How long can this go on? Our savings is dwindling and I Feel so hopeless. How long, Lord? How long will be too long???
We also learned that God doesn't always answer prayer the way we'd like, expect or hope. When I was a camp counselor, I heard a pastor say, "God ALWAYS answers prayer. Sometimes it's yes, sometimes it's no, and sometime's, it's WAIT." Waiting sucks, to be sure.
Anyhow, during yesterday's sermon, our pastor cautioned us, "Never pray for patience!" :) Meaning that God's way of building our character is to make us "earn" those attributes and work for them. Typically you don't wake up one day with a huge amount of patience. You learn patience by dealing with trying situations.
I've been suspecting that with regards to finances, God works the same way. I've been praying that God will make me more responsible with money, and will help relieve our financial burdens. I had hoped that would mean winning the lottery or inheriting a large sum of money from some study I didn't know about or making my crafty business a huge overnight success.
Instead, we have the added pressure of losing money on our rental home that we can't sell b/c the market in FL sucks. Then the a/c in the rental home isn't running efficiently and the tenants are displeased--there goes over $4000 at last count. Then I broke our dining room table glass cleaning it this morning. What's next, God?? Huh?? I'm so frustrated. I'm a bookaholic, and instead of buying books (I can't remember a month ever going by where we didn't spend at least $50 on books) I've been using the library. I haven't had a haircut and highlight since May. I haven't bought new clothes for self, and the kids are wearing handme downs and consignment shop bargains. I'm sewing. We cloth diaper. We don't have cable or satellite television--just DVDs we already own and we subscribe (for $12/month) to blockbuster online. We are renting a home currently because we don't want additional expenses of home renovation/plumbing problems/etc. I haven't been to the optometrist yet to get more contacts so I'm stretching out the ones I have as long as I can. So is Terry.
We're not eating out nearly as much. Cereal, oatmeal or pancakes for breakfast, spaghetti or grilled cheese for lunch, and a homemade dinner. I'm baking bread in the bread machine (bought years ago at a garage sale for $5) instead of buying loaves. I'm simplifying, Dammit! I AM!!! We had hoped when we moved to Utah that we'd be able to fly back to FL every few months. Many unforeseen expenses have popped up alone the way, and I just don't think it's EVER going to happen now.
And we're still losing money every month!! How long can this go on? Our savings is dwindling and I Feel so hopeless. How long, Lord? How long will be too long???
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Sunday School
I teach jr. high Sunday School at our church. Most people look at me with awe and say, "you VOLUNTEER to teach teenagers?" Yep, I sure do. Jr. highers are so funny, and so open to new ideas. They're not stuck in trying to be uber mature, like sr. highers and they're ready for some higher levels of thinking, unlike their elementary school counterparts.
Well, I had a lesson planned out for today. It was pretty good, IMHO. But last night (amid AJ throwing up several times!) I dreamed about a completely different lesson. Different method, different topic. So I went with it. Was it God? Or was it my subconscious? Who knows? But I really do feel like God led me to teach this lesson. I had the students number a piece of paper and write:
1) The number of Bible verses they have memorized
2) The number of hours they spend helping others and participating in local missions every week
3) The number of people they have brought to faith in Jesus Christ as personal Savior.
Then they drew a line separating number 3 from 4 and continued with:
4) The number of times they sinned this week
5) Did you honor your parents all the time?
6) What's the worst thing you've ever done?
Things were pretty quiet at this point and I was afraid I had scared the new guy away!
We talked about earning our way into heaven and feeling completely hopeless about our behavior.
THEN
We looked up Bible verses pertaining to being saved by faith: John 3:16, Philippians (I'll come back later with specifics!), Romans 8:1-2, etc.
We talked about being saved by faith and grace. There is a different religion in our midst that requires one to complete good works in order to make it into heaven, and I think the teens really needed to hear that Jesus died for their salvation--that they were created because God loves us. They needed to hear that the Bible teaches that all who believe in Jesus and accept him as Lord are saved!
Then we discussed loving God with all our hearts, and how out of that love comes a natural desire to please Him with our actions.
I was really pleased with the students' comments and questions, and I DO believe that I was led to teach that this morning.
Well, I had a lesson planned out for today. It was pretty good, IMHO. But last night (amid AJ throwing up several times!) I dreamed about a completely different lesson. Different method, different topic. So I went with it. Was it God? Or was it my subconscious? Who knows? But I really do feel like God led me to teach this lesson. I had the students number a piece of paper and write:
1) The number of Bible verses they have memorized
2) The number of hours they spend helping others and participating in local missions every week
3) The number of people they have brought to faith in Jesus Christ as personal Savior.
Then they drew a line separating number 3 from 4 and continued with:
4) The number of times they sinned this week
5) Did you honor your parents all the time?
6) What's the worst thing you've ever done?
Things were pretty quiet at this point and I was afraid I had scared the new guy away!
We talked about earning our way into heaven and feeling completely hopeless about our behavior.
THEN
We looked up Bible verses pertaining to being saved by faith: John 3:16, Philippians (I'll come back later with specifics!), Romans 8:1-2, etc.
We talked about being saved by faith and grace. There is a different religion in our midst that requires one to complete good works in order to make it into heaven, and I think the teens really needed to hear that Jesus died for their salvation--that they were created because God loves us. They needed to hear that the Bible teaches that all who believe in Jesus and accept him as Lord are saved!
Then we discussed loving God with all our hearts, and how out of that love comes a natural desire to please Him with our actions.
I was really pleased with the students' comments and questions, and I DO believe that I was led to teach that this morning.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Cults
This is a website I found that is written by Christians explaining cults and other religions:Let Us Reason . It's very interesting, and I think it's necessary to know, when surrounded by something very different than Christianity, from where the "other" is coming.
Harvest Party
Our church had its first-ever Harvest Party in our brand new building last night! I coordinated games and a friend coordinated the chili cook off. We were hoping for about 50 people if we were lucky. We ended up with OVER 300 people!!! It was amazing. The games for children went extremely well--they were simple, like bobbing for apples and rolling gourds to knock over pins, and throwing hoops over pumpkins. Our pastor played guitar on the hayride, driven by our other pastor, and we had horses to pet and a Team Extreme show (men who bent metal with their teeth, crushed soda cans on elbows, ripped phone books in half, etc.). It was so fun! I really enjoyed it.
Then--a volunteer commented that SHE could have done much more with the games. She does carnival-style games all the time. And HER husband's a DJ. He could have DJ'd for us. Plus bobbing for apples is horrible--there's some evil pagan ritual associated with it. I started to feel defensive and ended up just thanking her for volunteering to help.
As I thought about her comments, I realized some things. First, she may have been able to jazz up the games. She may have been able to coordinate everything. But she didn't. She didn't volunteer and pour all the work in to this event. She didn't tell us that her husband would volunteer his DJ services. Second, perhaps she's looking to feel needed. She needed to feel superior and judgmental, and I'm sorry for her. Thirdly, we had a VERY limited budget of less than $100 and we had a time frame of less than two months to pull this together. And did I mention we just moved to Utah 4 months ago? I hate when people just assume we know their talents.
However, in all, we truly could not have asked for a better evening.
Then--a volunteer commented that SHE could have done much more with the games. She does carnival-style games all the time. And HER husband's a DJ. He could have DJ'd for us. Plus bobbing for apples is horrible--there's some evil pagan ritual associated with it. I started to feel defensive and ended up just thanking her for volunteering to help.
As I thought about her comments, I realized some things. First, she may have been able to jazz up the games. She may have been able to coordinate everything. But she didn't. She didn't volunteer and pour all the work in to this event. She didn't tell us that her husband would volunteer his DJ services. Second, perhaps she's looking to feel needed. She needed to feel superior and judgmental, and I'm sorry for her. Thirdly, we had a VERY limited budget of less than $100 and we had a time frame of less than two months to pull this together. And did I mention we just moved to Utah 4 months ago? I hate when people just assume we know their talents.
However, in all, we truly could not have asked for a better evening.
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