The Laurel Crown

Towards the end of college the pastor’s wife of the church that I attended sent me a note describing the meaning of my name; it was something that she enjoyed doing for people. I wish I still had the original note but here is a little of what I remember plus a few thoughts of my own:

The name Lauren comes from the word "laurel” meaning "crowned with laurel". Laurel is an evergreen and back in ancient Greece laurel crowns were awarded to triumphant warriors, athletes, etc.

The crown was a symbol of victory.

The bible also speaks of a crown, not a perishable one like this world offers, but an imperishable one; the crown of victory won by Jesus Christ when He was crucified on the cross for the sins of the world. Perfection was killed in the place of imperfection. Victory came of tragedy. Dancing changed from mourning!

Life born from death.

On hard days I think a lot about the picture of Christ in the laurel crown.

I dream of a day of victory, the return of Christ; and then I soon consider rest.

No More Strife.

Peace for my soul. Freedom! Home.

But for now, these words echo: press on.

“Press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ.” “Let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith.”

Jesus Christ, Faithful and True, The Word of God.

Press on.

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Also, the bay laurel was also used as medicine that was believed to have protective and healing effects. Laurel has a scent that is something spicy but also sweet… which I just kind of liked. ;)

Already April? of 2011???

Welp, I've decided to post a few things. I've had some thoughts rolling around my head and some of them have finally snowballed into a sentence, a paragraph, and possibly... a blog. (!)

Sometimes I feel writing is like putting together a puzzle. Moving pieces around, looking at things from this way, then that. Cheating with the box... giving up... Then finally coming back with some resolve.

(months later)

Maybe there should be a blog that connects the last post to these, but I don't think there will be. So just roll with it ;)


P.S. As always, excuse the punctuation. I'm making it up as I go. (I was flirting in high school English class, not learning.)

It Really Will Get Loud

My dad wrote a blog!  I think it's excellent.  Check it out here.

What is a Yak?

Jerry and I were visiting his parents in Huntsville and we happened to drive by an airplane show. It was raining so we walked under one of the hangers where four of the pilots were getting ready to fly in formations. Jer's parents knew one of them and he asked if Jerry and I wanted to go up with them!!!

This was no AA flight.  The planes were tiny, two-seater, prop planes called "Russian YAK's" which is what they used to train pilots on how to fly bombers... Which means they are fast... and swoop up, down and all over the place... Which is what we did!

When the pilot asked me if I wanted to go up I said, yes, and ignored all the questions that went through my head, such as:

"Is there a parachute?"

"How old is this plane and do you often have it inspected?"

"You do realize it's raining, yes?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you have a strong will to live?"

I didn't want him to start second guessing his partner choice so I kept my questions [panic] to myself. The only question I asked was, "How long will we be up in the air?"

This question was key was because we just ate a big breakfast at this southern home-cooking place called "The Squirrel" and I needed to know how long I would have to hold on if my stomach turned on me; but the pilot answered me by saying, "Not too long."

I wasn't sure what that meant.

Even thought I was scared I couldn't help but praise God for arranging this for us! He knows I miss being flipped and twisted all over the place in cheerleading! :)

Here are the pics:

Me in the plane, strapped in, and ready for lift off [sans the peanuts and sodas].

Jerry in his plane- you can see his smilling face! :)

Starting the engine. (We could wave to each other while doing the formations... Pretty fun!)

Lined up on the grass "runway" (Way down there on the left).

Me lifting off!! You can't tell but I am wearing an Anne Taylor shirt and big hoop earrings... which I just think is funny.

Us doing a diagonal, way up in the clouds!

I am in the back and Jerry is in the front. It's the scariest thing to look up and see the belly of a plane right on top of you!!!

Safe landing!

Jerry = Ecstatic!

Loose Ends

I feel I leave a lot of loose ends on my blog. So as not to keep anyone up at night I will try to tie some of them up.

1. The iPhone Itch.
Still itching. But it's quite manageable most of the time; sometimes subconscious altogether. (Except when I get lost on the road which brings the itch to life with an acute vengeance.) I did go ahead and get an iPod though. Must... have... music!

2. Vampire Nerd (Hi, my name is Lauren and I read teenage novels.)
Maybe I could blame my lack of blogging on reading the Twilight series but as anyone who has read them knows, it only takes you 4 days to read all four books because they are that enveloping! I can't wait for the next movie which happens to come out on my exact birthday!

3. Photos
Anyone remember me mentioning this project of getting photos in albums? Well, as suspected, I started the project and abandoned it for months. BUT randomly I picked it back up again and knocked them ALL out! Hurray!!

Other info you might (not) be interested in:

1. "This Side of Paradise."
I picked it up because he's one of my Dad's favorite authors. All in all... I think I out punted my coverage on that one.. didn't quite get some things. But there is one paragraph that I may have to post when football season really gets rolling because it's just hilarious! (Um, unless ole F. Scott meant that part to be serious...)

2. Kids Camp!
I went as a leader to The Village Kids Camp this year. We are not allowed to post the pics of the little munchkins but take my word it was SO FUN! I LOVED my cute little girls!! I was over 4 little punkins who were going into 4th and 5th grade. I felt honored to hear their little hearts through out the week. Sweet sweet sweet.

3. Scripture Memory
I am terrible at this. I kept thinking it would just happen.. but lo.. it has not 'just happened'. So I decided to approach this with the same vigor that I do when training for a marathon and that's when someone told me about this. It's so Type A and boarder line nerdy with this little pouch that you carry around... but I guess I am Type A and a little nerdy myself because I LOVE IT. Desperate times call for desperate measures :)

4. Jerry's garden: Jalapenos and Tomatoes :)


On a final note:
Shout out to my little brother who graduated from UNT last month! SO proud of him!

Good night!!

Hermit

Please excuse me while I read the Twilight series.

Dad

This blog is to my dad to wish him a Happy Father's Day.  For you who don't know him but might read this, here are a few little snippets into the sillier side of my dad...  It seems I may have gotten some of my writing quirks from him... 

This is an email I received from him on a normal, average day that needed a laugh:

New Bike Speed Record Set By Really Old Dad

In a recent event, a Garland, Tx resident set a blister pace on his
Trek Madone 5.9 bike yesterday. In a 30-mile sprint the aged one, Joe
Falkner, set a new land speed record for a man on a bike. "This
surely is a feat that dwarfs my seven Tour De France wins", said Lance
Armstrong upon hearing of the achievement. "I only hope", Armstrong
continued, "that when I am his age, I am half that good."

In fact, Mr. Falkner's speed was so great that the air friction on the
air ripped open his small storage pouch that fits under his saddle
seat. Unfortunately, the open pouch allowed for Mr. Falkner's cell
phone to become dislodged and fall to the ground, smashing to tiny,
tiny bits, Mr. Falkner reports.

For those wishing to congratulate Mr. Falkner on his remarkable
achievement, he, for the time being, can be reached only on his
office phone.

Here's another couple of funny writing tidbits that he wrote when we (me and my 2 siblings) we young; the age where Cheerio's are a necessity to life:

Ode to Cheerio's

How 'bout them Cheerio's
Just lying in the bowl,
Soaking up the white milk
In their round holes

Little white eyes
not even blinking
Makes a body wonder
what could they be thinking

Little crunchy critters
Each and every one,
Scoop 'em up in your spoon,
Chomp'em have some fun.


Ode to Snifflin' Kids

How 'bout them snifflin' kids
Goopy nose and all
Wiping on the backs of hands
Wiping on the walls

They're dripping in their rooms;
Sniffing all the time
Little brats are sneezing now
Blowing out their minds.

The little twerps are sickly
We got to catch it in the nip
Got to wipe 'em down with kleenex
before they kiss you on the lips

Oh parenthood.  (I have no idea do I!!) 

Now I can't possibly go into all the reasons why I think my dad is the greatest on a blog because "all my readers" would trail off somewhere on page 22.  

But I will say that I am so thankful to have my dad as my dad.  He is pretty much the easiest person in world to admire.  

He loves our family; always takes the brunt of life for us.  He is a hard worker, very smart, very athletic, very funny, and very kind to everyone.  He has been an encourager to me all my life.

Thanks, Dad, for being so great!  Jerry and I both love you and we also have a little Father's Day "prize" for when we see you next :)