- Repaint toenails.
- Get in car with three of my best Charlotte girlfriends and drive to Orlando, Florida for The Gospel Coalition National Women’s Conference.
OK. Ready, set, go.
|(left) Easter green M&M. (right) Kelly’s toenail. Not to be confused.|
|Here’s the free book stack. We got two of these because we were both registered. We also have a large *paid* book stack.|
|The “Zero Dollar Bookstore” is how T4G handed out the freebies. You went in, got a couple empty bags, and went from station to station getting one of each.|
|Here’s the building where we stayed. Our place was on the 8th floor of the Henry Clay building.|
|Each morning we had a four block walk to our destination. I liked the trashcans that said “Downtown Louisville.”|
|I love the name “Augustus Toplady.”|
|Here’s a shot of us outside the arena. We had no idea that we were posed so that it looks like David’s saying “Yum!”. That was a funny surprise later.|
Today at co-op I’m teaching the boys a lesson all about the life of John Owen. I thought I’d dredge up this post about Owen just for fun. It was originally published on 3/6/08.
And on one leg of the trip or the other, we dart down the road to Carlisle to visit two little bookstore gems: Cumberland Valley Bible Book Service and the US headquarters of Banner of Truth.
Because if you know us at all, you know we are bibliophiles.
This time, we went to Cumberland Valley first, and I think escaped for under $100. They have a great collection at wonderful prices, as well as some unique selections for children.
Then we walked down the block and around the corner to the Banner of Truth office.
from out of the drab wood-paneled surroundings…
smiling from its green and white covers and dripping with theological and practical wisdom…
beckoned to my husband…
The Complete Works of John Owen.
He gasped quietly and politely asked how much it would be. Everything housed on their shelves in Carlisle is 50% off list price, but the total would still be over $200. With great self-control, he said thanks, but no thanks.
A few minutes later, a woman who had been working there emerged from behind her desk and asked, “Sir? Are you interested in the Owen set? I have a reason for asking this, by the way.”
David said, essentially, yes, but he wasn’t looking to spend that much today.
The woman then reported that a benevolent man in Florida had authorized Banner of Truth to give away six complete Owen sets each year, courtesy of him. She added that every time she saw someone go weak in the knees over the sets on their shelves, she knew that she had found the proper recipient for one of the six sets.
So about a half-hour later, we were on our way to Charlotte with a box in the back containing…
Now, I entertain a fantasy that I know who this generous man is (we got his name and have sent him a gushing thank-you note, by the way).
On one visit to the Cumberland Valley store, I overheard a conversation happening between David and a clerk there. David was in the middle of Overcoming Sin and Temptation by Owen at the time, and he was asking for recommendations on which of Owen’s works to dive into next. The clerk was tossing around some ideas, and his coworkers were offering their own suggestions.
Also overhearing this conversation was an unimposing white-haired man with glasses, standing near the shelf laden with ESV Bibles. As the talk about Owen drifted to a close, he looked at the men, and said in a soft Scottish accent, “Just…read…Owen.” It was almost a whisper. I don’t know if they even heard him, but I did, and it felt like I’d been visited by an angel (Scottish accents can do that to me).
So maybe it was that man or maybe it wasn’t. But somewhere in Florida there is a man with a love for theology made practical through the pen of John Owen, and he demonstrates that love by passing it on to others.
One of the nights that we were in Indiana, we took in an Evansville Otters game at Bosse Field. Bosse is one of the oldest ballparks in America — only Fenway and Wrigley are older. It’s also where the movie A League of Their Own was shot…
Here’s what we bought at the grocery store in David’s hometown. We felt the need to inject some money into the local economy. And we wanted a snack. So we bought some ice cream, and…
Yum. What’s that?
It’s like a peanut butter cup but with marshmallow. I know they have them around here but they’re not too common and I felt it met some deeply-seated need in my psyche at that particular moment in time.
We have one more picture. I feel the need to apologize in advance for it.
This is what sometimes happens when you eat a Valomilk.
I bought one more item.
Fels-Naptha is possibly the most expensive part of my cheapo homemade laundry detergent. It’s around three bucks a bar here in Charlotte. In Bicknell it was one dollar. So I bought two, which should last me through next summer.
I also thought about texting all my friends who also make the laundry soap and asking them if they wanted me to pick up a bar or two for them. Sorry friends. I didn’t feel like toting twenty bars home in my suitcase.
I knew when I started doing these posts that there was no way I would be faithful to do them every Monday. I know better than to expect perfection from myself! But I do enjoy them.
Counting more blessings this week:
113. a safe trip to the midwest to visit family
114. Rowdy card games with siblings, parents, niece, and children. Indiana’s game is Euchre — they look placid enough here, but it got quite loud towards the end.
116. health and strength
118. cousins together
119. a double date with my in-laws — mexican food
120. time to read
121. kids who laugh out loud at Garrison Keillor.
122. another baby shower
123. a California friend, come to stay for a bit
124. eating in the big booth at the Diamond
125. watching the jukebox work with Andrew