High Places

It’s the Monday morning, after.

After…a weekend in the glorious North Carolina mountains with 14of my girlfriends to pray, meditate, and worship.

After…days (and nights) of fun and sisterhood and laughter and joy and affirmation.

After…study and meditation and reflection and sweet wonder.

After…the chains came off and hearts were set free.

I am home now, but in some ways, my heart was left behind, in high places.

And now…I find myself in the middle of a long pause. I don’t quite know how to put into words a weekend meeting with God. Words aren’t coming this morning, so instead, I decided to open up my journal from the weekend and take you with me inside my heart.

Though I can’t fully explain the aspects of the weekend, I will tell you that the forgiving and cleansing power of God was very literally displayed for us through the powerful visual of a make-shift Tabernacle. We saw and experienced it in a unique way, one I will not soon forget.

This picture shows my precious friends, Laura and Jennifer, physically washing their hands, symbolic of the sweet cleansing of God. My journal entry begins after my own hand washing moment occurred …

Thursday afternoon, 2:16pm
Washing my hands is something I do all the time. Funny how when I do it as a sacrifice to God – total surrender – how different it feels. Everything with God is different. Mountain air. A roomful of friends. A meal. Laughter. When God’s presence is there, everything is different. An altar of sacrifice. The cleansing washing of hands. I am worshipping Him, but in a still, quiet, intimate way. Sometimes I love to jump and dance and worship loudly, but it’s good to be quietly connected to Him, as well. The song is playing in the background – bow before the Prince of Peace…let the noise and clamor cease…be still. I am still now, sitting in complete reverence of God. Where else would I ever want to be?

Worship
Beautiful presence
In glorious surprise
Holy God in me.

Willing servant
Living in freedom
Shackles are gone.

Mountainous adoration
In awe and in reverence
Majestic creator of all.

Beautiful presence
My soul is singing
Heavy heart, take flight.

I wrote this poem, thinking it was for me. Now I know it was also for my sweet friend, Michelle, who got her wings this weekend. She left the mountain with a new song and like Jacob, a new name.

(The man said, "But no longer. Your name is no longer Jacob. From now on it's Israel (God-Wrestler); you've wrestled with God and you've come through." (Genesis 32:28, The Message)

Thursday night, 4:45pm
We just heard a CD message from Ann Graham Lotz about Jacob in Genesis 32 and his name change. The question was asked, “What does God want my name changed from? What does He want my name changed to? It’s a strange question for me to ask. I admit I’ve never thought about it before. I think I’ll ask Him. Maybe I’m afraid of His answer.

The Difference
A new name
It sounds so strange
Why do I need to change?
He has more.
Much, much more
In store.

But first, my name must change
From fear
To free
From pain
To passion
From dying
To living.

A name changed
A life altered
Abruptly, divinely
A new me.

Many of us had a name change this weekend. Many of us, myself included, peeled back another ugly layer of self to come to a place of sweet surrender. Many of us opened up our clenched hands and turned our palms upward. Many of us said “yes.” Some of us, for the very first time.

Friday Morning, 10:35
He doesn’t need me to figure out His plan for my life. He just wants me to say “yes” in surrender to Him. No one is more detail-oriented and specific than He is, so why do I want control? He doesn’t need my help. I need His. If I do it, I’ll just mess things up. When will I ever learn that He has it all covered?

Sweet Surrender
Yes, Lord
My heart cries out
No holding back.

Fears surrendered
Questions gone
Trust intact.

I’m convinced
You are worthy.
Daddy, Father
Spirit of the living God.

Lead me
Hold me
Be within me.
No holding back.

And then…after a restful night…a glorious day including a magnificent physical trek to a literal high place and prayer between the trees…a night of worship and adoration and holy trembling before the Lord…my next and last journal entry. I was clearly at a loss for words when I wrote just 15 of them to summarize my mountainous experience…

Friday night, 9:32pm
Joy and desire. Free-flowing love and amazement. Radical obedience. Full. Rich. Met with God.

There’s nothing magical about a mountain, of this I’m sure. High places for me don’t represent a “high” of a fleeting, reactionary kind. My heart went to the mountains in full expectation of a brush with God. He met me there, just as He does in my junky bedroom closet on a busy Monday morning. There’s nothing magical about a mountain. There is, however, something very magnificent about my Jesus.

Forever and ever.

He is.

I pause this morning at His holiness. I pause this morning to adore Him. I pause this morning, on an ordinary Monday morning, after meeting with Him in my junky bedroom closet.

I left the mountains, but not the high places. 14 lives were changed this weekend, and it had nothing at all to do with elevation. Glory to God.

Lisa

Not Quittin' My Day Job

Hey friends!

As you can see, I have been toying with my blog header to find one I like. I was getting a little tired of the "eyes," so I decided to enter into Powerpoint Presentation land and try to come up with something else. As my sweet friend, Amy, pointed out, my first attempt came across looking a little too sad. With all this joy of Jesus bubbling over in my heart, I just couldn't bring myself to stay with that choice. So...I opted for the smiling Lisa who has nothing in the world to be sad about. Remember, I'm still partying like it's Easter! :)

Hope you like it! For this technically-challenged girl, it is definately the best I can do for now.

Oh, and while I'm on the subject of things I am not very good at, one day, I hope to get this hyperlink thing figured out. My very benevolent friend, Marybeth, tried multiple attempts to walk me through it a few posts ago but it didn't work out. But if by some miracle you were just able to click on her name and it took you to her blog, then maybe I actually mastered it! If not, well...neither one of us are very surprised, now are we? :)

I will be posting next Monday after my weekend prayer retreat. I have a feeling I will have LOTS to blog about. But in the meantime, I read a post yesterday on my new girlfriend, Laura's blog that I absolutely LOVED! Please go read it. It's called Happy Feet, and it is a beautiful, beautiful post. I had something that I was going to blog about next week that is very similar in theme, but I'm not sure I can say it as well as Laura did, so maybe I'll postpone it for now. Girl, you stole my thunder but it is so good, I can't even complain about it! :)

A technically challenged, yet not sad girl,
Lisa :)

Partying like it's Easter and waiting for my surprise!

Yes, I know that it’s technically the day after Easter. But I wanted to share you with a picture of my three awesome creations on their way to church yesterday. Just can’t help myself. With Graham being 10, the cute matchy outfits and suits and ties from the Gap are a thing of the past, sad to say. This year I somehow managed to convince him that real men wear pink and at least pulled off a coordination of colors! :) It’s always a good day with Micah (7) when I can get him to wear dress pants of any kind and when he hasn’t ruined a shirt by wiping his nose with it. And sweet Shae? Well, her original wardrobe plan included a white straw hat and gloves. Apparently, her fashion mood shifted at some point in the middle of the night and she decided that white straw hats and gloves were not cute anymore. She has decided to save them for Christmas, I am told. Clearly, we haven’t had the no white after Labor Day talk yet. Call me crazy, but I think her fashion mood will shift between now and then. I’m holding my breath that it will.

So…ok…I love Easter. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with dressing my kids for church in cute non-matching, yet coordinating outfits (Sans the white hat and gloves).

I love Easter because it is a day to party over my good fortune that Jesus defied death and broke out of the grave and in so doing, gave me a hope like I would not have otherwise had. It’s a day for me to party about the fact that He has done something no one else has ever done or ever will do, separating Him from everyone else in the history of forever. Really, there is nothing in this world I can think of that is better to party about!!

(Insert the sound of those annoying party blow horn things here.) :)

So for the Easter service at church, the pastor brought a beautiful message from Mark about the resurrection. I love to hear this guy preach, and though I have heard 10 gazillion messages on the resurrection, the one he preached today left me with two main thoughts, one I came to myself and the other he presented and I grabbed onto. Since they are so fresh on my mind, I wanted to share them with you…

First…the one I came to myself…

I need to party like it’s Easter everyday from here on out.

It occurred to me while sitting in the service that although it was Easter Sunday, everyday is Easter for the believer. He’s alive, friends, and not just on Easter Sunday! EVERYDAY! Everyday is a day to celebrate the risen Lord. Looking through this lens, it seemed almost odd to me to see the energy and excitement all of us were feeling through the music and message on this Easter anniversary. It was almost as if it was a belated party that we were just now getting around to attending. Jesus is always here…always alive…always present…and always wants you and me to get excited about His story! We don’t have to wait for an Easter service to get our party on, ya’ll.

(Annoying horn sound, again.)

Then…the other that the pastor presented and I grabbed onto…

I need to continue to be surprised by God.

The pastor made this statement, and I really didn’t get it at first. I mean, my first instinct when he said it was to get all spiritual and convince myself that nothing God does surprises me. I can pretend that it’s true, but it’s just not. The truth is, everything God does surprises me. And according to my pastor, that is exactly the way it needs to be.

He said (and I agree – and paraphrase) that when God stops surprising me, I need to check the pulse of my relationship with Him. This thought is so in line with my current favorite quote by author/speaker, Erwin McManus, “You are most fully alive when you are on an adventure with God.” I think sometimes I believe that the scariest life is the one lived in sheer surrender to the will of God, yet in reality, it would be much more scary to never hear a word from Him. In some way I need to always live in a holy terrified state, because that means that the adventure continues and He is still surprising me. The thought made me ask myself, “Well, Lisa…are you? Still being surprised by God?”

As a matter of fact, yes.

He surprised me last week when He prompted me to throw out my “go-to” message about the hard things in life. Wasn’t liking it at the time. Wondered why I felt the pull to move in another direction with less than a month to go when I needed to speak on something that felt familiar and comfortable to me. Now I see it as a divine surprise, and I wonder what He has in store for all of us.

He surprised me a month or so ago when He took me to a church in town to speak to a group of moms. Felt I didn’t have time to go. Thought I was too busy preparing for the other conferences to speak on this day. Now I see it as a divine surprise, as He rocked my socks off in ways I never expected through 25 awesome women.

He surprised me when He led me to write five years ago. Didn’t see the point at the time. Thought it was merely an outlet for a mom of three busy preschoolers to express herself. Now I see it as a divine surprise, as He has taken me to places in my heart I longed to go.

Yep, He is still surprising me. Though I have a feeling He has wanted to surprise me a lot more along the way, if only I had not been too busy trying to convince myself that I didn’t like surprises.

What about you? Still being surprised by God?

If so, good. Then it means your relationship has a pulse and your adventure continues.

I am going on a prayer retreat this coming weekend to the mountains with about 15 of my girlfriends. If I’m honest, I will admit that there is a big part of me that has not wanted to go. Logistically, I have too much to do and too little time to do it in to take off for the weekend. My schedule is complicated, and life is oh-so-busy. But after yesterday’s sermon, I am smelling surprise. It is undoubtedly the scent of my risen God.

Partying like it’s Easter!
Lisa :)

Jen

Thank you, friends, for your prayers for my sister, Jen. My sweet 25 year old sister (shown here in the fall with my cutie pie nephew, Troy) is likely on a journey that involves MS. She went to the neurologist today who confirmed that she does not a brain tumor, thank the Lord (!), but is 90% certain that she does have MS. The 10% might mean either Lyme's Disease or Lupus, but they do not think that is the case. She is handling this sooooo beautifully, and as her big sis, I look up to and admire her for the strength she is showing. Of course, my first instinct is to want to take away anything that might be hard for her, but I know, of course, that not only is that not possible but it is also not for me to determine. God is sovereign...and Jen knows and believes it just as I do.

Please continue to lift Jen up in prayer. The beautiful girl you see in this picture is that much more beautiful on the inside, and I know God is going to use her life for His honor and glory! Love my sis!

Lisa :)

Blogging, Prayers and A Bruised Knee

Friends...a quick update on my blog below...
The results came back from my sister's MRI, and it does appear to be a neurological problem. They saw some things on the MRI that gave them concern, and today at 8:30am she will be seeing a neurologist and having a more in-depth MRI done. They have mentioned a few things it could be, but I don't want to speculate until they know for sure. Please continue to pray for Jen, who is scared but is handling this very well. Thank you so much for all your prayers and concern. It truly means so much! As soon as the results from the new MRI come in, I will post with an update.


Good Sunday evening/Monday morning, bloggy friends!

I am up late tonight after getting my skate on today with a rink full of kids half my age and a few other strays like me they let in. I am happy to report that no one in my family, including me, left with any broken hips, appendages or tailbones. I even backwards skated and managed to impress my ten year old in the process. (No small feat, on either count.) I only had one major spill in the form of a several person pile-up (picture me, a child falling right in front of me, and then a man falling on me). It was not cute, I tell you…and my already bruised knee tells the story. My knee wasn’t the only thing that got bruised, though. My ego took a bit of a hit, too, when the same man who fell on me skated up to me a bit later and said…“If it makes you feel any better, my wife said she hopes she has half your spunk when she is your age.” Anxious to see the age of his obviously child bride, I turned to see a longhaired 20-something looking at me, smiling a sweet smile and waving. You know, the kind of smile you throw out to the elderly sometimes. Ouch. The truth sure does hurt, ya’ll. I’ve seriously gotta re-think my new Victoria Beckham haircut. :)

But I am not depressed, no not at all.

I have earned every wrinkle, dent, crease and gray hair I have, and that’s not counting all the spots and dots I have accumulated on various places on my person. But I’ll blog about that next week. This week’s blog holds a different purpose.

I’m blogging today about blogging. And praying. In that order. Don’t worry…I’ll explain.

I started into this blogging thing last summer with much apprehension. My first blog entry was titled, Kicking and Screaming, and that was the way I felt at the time about it. I didn’t want to do it, and I had some very specific reasons why. For one thing, I had a hard time with making something – anything -about me. Believe it or not, I am a bit of a private person. (I know some of you are laughing out loud at this revelation after my Exposed post back in December!) But it’s true. My feelings are typically kept close to my vest, and that is where I like them to be. And…the truth is…I am just not that important or exciting in the first place. But most of all, I didn’t want to have a blog because I didn’t ever want be the reason why someone didn’t have a quiet time that day. I never wanted my blog to be read in lieu of someone reading the truly good stuff found in the Word. I still don’t. So, if you ever find yourself reading my blog and you haven’t yet read the Scripture or spent time with the Father on any given day, you have my permission to quit reading my blog and go there, first. Of course, then I think it will be the Lord’s will for you to come back and read my blog. (I kid, of course. :)) But truly, blogging should never get in the way of your personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Or your family time, either, by the way.

As if this wasn’t reason enough, I also had a few side reasons I didn’t want to blog. For one, I am the eternal “opposite-woman.” Translation: I don’t like to get on bandwagons, succumb to trends, or do something just cause someone tells me I should. And blogging felt that way to me. You can imagine how popular I am with the marketing strategists at my current publishing company. Something about needing for people to have a clue who I am so they will actually go out and buy my books. Pshhh. Details. :)

And the last reason I didn’t want to have a blog…(drumroll, please)…I didn’t at all understand what the blogging community could be about.

I didn’t realize I could meet some amazing women from places I have never even visited across the United States and beyond. I didn’t realize I could develop a love for friends I only knew through my computer screen, and that those friends would share my heartbeat for Jesus Christ. I truly didn’t know. So I didn’t want to blog.

But now I know.

I know about the friends…I know about the love…I know about the shared heartbeat…and I know about the awesome prayer connection that exists between believers connected by the simple click of a mouse.

Now I get it.

Since I started blogging, I have had the privilege to pray for many of you whose names would have otherwise not crossed my lips in intercession. I wouldn’t have known you, and I wouldn’t have known of your needs. It is such an honor when one of you asks me to pray for you, and rest assured that when you do, I do.

So now, I am asking for prayer from you, my new community of friends.

First, and most importantly, my 25-year-old sister, Jen, has been having some vision problems and dizziness for about a week. On Friday, she went to the eye doctor, thinking that it had to do with her eyes. At her appointment, the doctor determined that it was not, in fact, vision related. They sent her immediately over to the hospital for a CAT scan and MRI. She will get the results back tomorrow, and she is understandably nervous about it. She is also a new mom of a one-year-old adorable little boy, and she is currently unable to even read him his books at night, which gives her great angst. Please lift up Jen, as she awaits the results and hears the diagnosis. Please pray for healing of all of her symptoms and whatever is causing them. God is a specific God, and so should we be when we pray.

On a much less important prayer scale (is there such a thing?), I would love for you to remember me in your prayers in the coming weeks. I am going to be speaking at two conferences, the first and second weeks in April. The first is on Saturday, April 5, in the mountains of North Carolina. At this particular conference, I am speaking three times in one day. I have never spoken that much in a day, at least not with notes and a headset. :) Please pray for this conference that my voice will hold out and I will have clarity for each individual message. I am looking forward to this conference, and I love the spirit I sense in the women who have planned it. Although I am still baffled as to why they want to hear from me three times in one day. I don’t even want to hear from me that much!

The conference the next weekend is in Sandusky, Ohio, where I will be speaking at the Life is a Roadtrip Conference for Women. (www.godgirlsinmotion.com) I will be opening and closing the conference on Saturday, April 12, and I am going to be keynoting with Lisa Whelchel, formerly Blair on the 80’s TV show, The Facts of Life. As you can imagine, this 80’s girl with Texas hair is super excited to meet a TV icon she grew up watching! I am thrilled to get to share the stage with her. And if I’m honest, a bit petrified, as well. They are expecting 2500 women, and quite frankly, that number gives me a pain I can’t quite locate. I plan on spending lots of time on the toilet before I get up to speak that day. I know, I know…TMI. And quite a visual for a Monday morning.

Please pray for both conferences that the spirit will be ever present and do a work in all of us. I am eager and ready to hear from God, and I can’t pull any of it off without Him. I also struggle with having to be away from my family for several weekends in a row, and I appreciate your prayers for strength and peace while I am gone. Oh, and have I mentioned I don’t like to fly? Such irony in a “journey” that has me traveling! That God of mine is so clever. :)

Anyway…so sorry for the loooong blog. (Why do ya think I write books?) As you can see, I had lots of random thoughts to write about tonight. Nothing random about prayer, of course. I need it…covet it…and thank you in advance for yours on my behalf.

This blogging thing is so cool.

Love you!
Lisa :)

P.S. I will update you later on in the week about my sister and the results of her tests.

Restoration 101

As I’ve mentioned before in a blog, I am a Baptist girl. Born and raised in the church. Started attending in utero. Cut my teeth on the pew. I love my heritage and cherish my church. I’m not sure what Jesus thinks about the whole denominational thing, but I’m pretty sure it’s more our idea than it is His. Still, I am a Baptist girl at heart.

But there is one thing that has always puzzled me about Baptists and the Christian community as a whole…

Why is it that we really don’t know what to do with people within our community who are hurting?

In my mind, we usually manage such people in one of two ways. One, we treat them like they have a rare form of TB and need to be quarantined, or two, we pretend that we have amnesia and don’t remember that they have ever existed. It’s as if we don’t want to catch what they have and we think that by pretending we don’t know them, we won’t.

In reality, because we just don’t know what to do with hurting people, often we do nothing, at all. I can only imagine how this must break the very heart of Jesus, who was all about helping, healing, and restoring. I sometimes think that we have a policy in place for everything, but we have no real plan on how to rescue those among us who are drowning and need someone to throw them a life saving device.

But every once in a while, someone steps up with courage and tosses the buoy.

Monty did this for us. We met when we lived in Nashville in the early 2000’s. Monty was always a little unconventional in his ways, which was one of the things both my husband and I loved about him. He didn’t try to be P.C. He wasn’t in it for show. He was (and is:)) a gifted communicator and motivator with a huge heart for people. We used to rib him because of his Assemblies affiliation, and he used to rib us about our Baptist faith. He would tell us that he was probably more Baptist than the Assemblies thought, and we, in turn, admitted that we were probably more Assemblies than our Baptist friends imagined us to be. Either way, we enjoyed the truest form of fellowship amongst Christians and still do, to this day.

Monty has always had a way of getting in my husband’s face. I say this with great affection, as Monty is an incredible mentor and accountability measure for Scott. He is always kind and fair in his approach, but he is also always honest and firm.

So, when my husband lost his job and was out of work for right at 12 months, I knew just who to call. I told Monty about the state my husband was in and that I might need him to get his buoy out and ready in case he might need to throw it to Scott. Scott was really hurting, and he was sinking further and further into feelings of resentment and fear over his long-standing unemployment. Thus far, I had not been successful in my attempts to encourage him in his faith. When I talked, it didn’t even seem as if he heard anything I was saying.

As was in typical Monty fashion, he assured me that he would help. He promised to call back with a plan, and when the phone rang a few hours later, he had one in place. He would be to North Carolina by the weekend.

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been home in 32 days after speaking in numerous places across the country back-to-back. It made no difference to him that a plane ticket to North Carolina would cost him twice the amount it normally would on such short notice. Monty just heard the need and responded. And he was on my front porch within 3 days.

While I won’t go into all the details of the weekend (this blog would be much too long!), I will tell you that Monty staged a full-on intervention with my husband and me. He had it all planned out and prayed over. He did it with grace. He did it with care. He did it out of love and compassion. And he did it confrontationally, without holding back or fearing rejection. He laid out Scripture. He laid hands on us. He got in our face. And sitting right in the middle of my living room in a rented house with mis-matched furniture, he preached the best sermon I have ever heard in my lifetime.

That night, there was no talk of denomination. There was just a spirit of community between believers and the courage and compassion of one man to see past himself to the needs and hurts of others. Monty threw us a buoy that weekend, and I am convinced that his actions, coupled with the Spirit of God, kept my husband from sinking.

Restoration 101.

I can only imagine how happy Jesus was with what took place that weekend. He is, after all, in the business of restoration. He has always been. He has never minded getting his hands dirty or been afraid to be around the sinful or sorry. And He has never known a person He needed to ignore. In fact, when He walked the earth, He could often be seen with the shady, the soiled and the questionable. And He always, always made a difference in their lives.

He was and is the classic example of a champion buoy-thrower.

So, here’s a shout out to Monty, who looked past himself and responded to a need. Here’s to believers everywhere who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty if that’s what a spiritual intervention requires. And here’s to our great God, who restores all of us by His grace, even when we are shady, soiled, and questionable.

“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ…will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” I Peter 5:10

Lisa

Second Chance, anyone?

So which do you like better? The baby pink ruffled chiffon dress with Madonna gloves…or the big 80’s hair and make-up?

Personally, I am digging the white tux with the matching pink tie and cummerbund. The date, by the way, was an acquaintance of mine from church who I thought was sweet but had only talked to a total of about three times in my life (one of which was to ask him to the prom). I brought him so I would have someone taller than me in the picture, since most of us know that in high school, it’s all about the prom picture with the cute guy. No one cared if you were actually dating them. Needless to say, our night was not made up of brilliant conversation or sweet nothings. It was more like tons of awkward pauses intermixed with a few moments of audible sighs. Not a defining moment in either of our lives, for sure.

My prom wasn’t a disaster, but it wasn’t all that memorable, either. I didn’t get into a fight and break-up with my boyfriend (since I didn’t have one), and I didn’t get drunk and do anything crazy (not that I was Ms. Goody-two-shoes, but it was a Christian school and it was more of a banquet than a prom to begin with). Naw, the worst thing I did on prom night was shun my prom date when he tried to kiss me. Wasn’t into him, I’m afraid. Only for the pictures, remember? :)

So I am happy to report that this May I have the opportunity for a do-over, when our very awesome small group class at church hosts its first annual Second Chance Prom. I am sooooo excited about it, and it looks to be such fun!!! We have a venue…a DJ…and a social committee! Lots of food and fun, and I wish all of you friends could make it! Though the theme is “Blast From the Past” (appropriately), I think I will opt to borrow a gown from someone rather than pull out the pink ruffley number from yesteryear and attempt to zip it. I get a second chance to re-live my prom, only this time, I am taking a very handsome guy who I know quite well, and I can even go with him to a hotel room afterwards and get all “Biblical” and everything. :) Good times!

The more I talk to people about it, the more I realize most people would love to have this opportunity of a second chance at prom. It’s amazing how much all of us have grown and changed since those high school prom days! I know I have…at least in some ways.

In some ways, I haven’t. I am still stubborn like I was back then. I am still not a morning person. I still don’t like being told what to do. And I am still asking God to forgive me for the same sins I found myself falling into back when Madonna gloves were cool. They may now look more 2008, but the core issues remain very 1980's. I am a repeat offender, and God keeps giving me second…and third…and hundredth…chances to get it right. Thankfully.

Not trying to overspirtualize this, ya'll. I do realize that I am talking about the prom here. It's just that I can't think of second chances without thinking about all the chances He's given me.

But I do like the idea of a Second Chance Prom. Something about an opportunity to make it right. I can’t travel back to 1989 and have a do-over with the guy in the white tux, and incidentally, I wouldn’t want to. My new guy and I have much more to talk about. And who wouldn’t with three kids, a mortgage, and nearly 13 years of frozen Stouffer’s Lasagnas under our belt? Lots of history to re-hash while slow dancing to “A Groovy Kind of Love,” I think. Who knows? I might even let him kiss me. :)

Yep, second chances are on my mind today. Had one? Need one? I’d love to hear about yours. Drop me a comment about a second chance you’ve had…and please, give details if it involves parachute pants, taffeta, or Footloose.

Lisa :)