I remember it like it was yesterday, as corny and as silly as that sounds, I honestly do. These have been the best two years of my life. Happy Anniversary to my wife. Hope you enjoy!
The night I first saw her, my heart stopped a little.
Trying to tell my parents, my heart stopped a little.
That morning in church, my heart stopped a little.
When I knew she was the one, my heart stopped a little.
Driving two hours one way, her heart stopped a little.
With a message of my feelings, her heart stopped a little.
Star Gazer Lilies in an enclosed space, made my heart stop a little.
Asking for her hand, my heart stopped a little.
Choosing the ring, our hearts stopped a little.
Getting down on one knee, our hearts stopped a little.
Dealing with wedding plans, our hearts stopped a little.
As the date closed in, our hearts stopped a little.
On the morning of, my heart stopped a little.
During our first look, my heart stopped a little.
Placing the ring on her hand, my heart stopped a little.
Our first night together, my heart stopped a little.
Every morning I wake up, my heart stops a little.
When I come home to my bride, my heart stops a little.
To know that she loves me, my heart stops a little.
Forever and always, my heart will stop a little.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Most Embarrassing Moment
Hello there, and welcome back, thanks for stopping by, good to see you again. Ooccasionally things will happen in my life and I say, "Wow! That was embarrassing!" For instance today, we had several customers in the store and I heard the door chime as they were leaving so I waited a few moments looked across the room and proceeded to let out this Sasquatch style growl/yawn/stretch. It was incredible, every bone in my body popped and I felt like a new man. I then heard the voice of an elderly lady say, "Well, guess you didn't sleep well last night."
This brought on the thinking of when was my most embarrassing moment? I often think of this when I say or do something moronic and I always go back to the 3rd grade spelling bee when Mrs. Campbell asked me to spell the word "three." After I asked for the definition, the origin, and if there were any other alterante pronunciations, I quickly spelled the word three as follows; "T-R-E-E Three!" I didn't win the spelling bee that year nor did I make it past round one. Embarrassing to say the least, I always thought this was my most embarrassing moment. However, yesterday I was reminded of an incident that happened back in high school.
The year was 1998, and my parents had just purchased me a new trombone, a very expensive new trombone for a 14 year old boy. We had just finished our homecoming parade and I was walking back to the car along side the band director and DIRECTLY in front of all the majorettes. When suddenly something tripped me and I hit the pavement hard, chest first. Luckily my new trombone broke my fall. As I lay there paralyzed with fear and completely humiliated, I thought about faking an aneurysm but then I had the thought of a middle aged red headed white man with a mustache giving me mouth to mouth. I came to my senses and realized that my spit valve on the end of my trombone slide had actually caught my shoe lace and with one swift swipe of the arm, I successfully pulled my right leg out from under me.
Only minor damage to the Benge 165F tenor trombone with a rose brass bell, but heavy emotional scars were on the inside of a 14 year old boy... and a little blood on the elbow. Luckily I was still wearing my band helmet and I think the plume really softened the landing in the facial region. Never the less this was absolutely my most embarrassing moment of all time.
Peace,
Andrew
This brought on the thinking of when was my most embarrassing moment? I often think of this when I say or do something moronic and I always go back to the 3rd grade spelling bee when Mrs. Campbell asked me to spell the word "three." After I asked for the definition, the origin, and if there were any other alterante pronunciations, I quickly spelled the word three as follows; "T-R-E-E Three!" I didn't win the spelling bee that year nor did I make it past round one. Embarrassing to say the least, I always thought this was my most embarrassing moment. However, yesterday I was reminded of an incident that happened back in high school.
The year was 1998, and my parents had just purchased me a new trombone, a very expensive new trombone for a 14 year old boy. We had just finished our homecoming parade and I was walking back to the car along side the band director and DIRECTLY in front of all the majorettes. When suddenly something tripped me and I hit the pavement hard, chest first. Luckily my new trombone broke my fall. As I lay there paralyzed with fear and completely humiliated, I thought about faking an aneurysm but then I had the thought of a middle aged red headed white man with a mustache giving me mouth to mouth. I came to my senses and realized that my spit valve on the end of my trombone slide had actually caught my shoe lace and with one swift swipe of the arm, I successfully pulled my right leg out from under me.
Only minor damage to the Benge 165F tenor trombone with a rose brass bell, but heavy emotional scars were on the inside of a 14 year old boy... and a little blood on the elbow. Luckily I was still wearing my band helmet and I think the plume really softened the landing in the facial region. Never the less this was absolutely my most embarrassing moment of all time.
Peace,
Andrew
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Birthday Blog
So, today I turn 27 on the 27th. As one my best friends told me earlier today via text, "My birthday is on the 27th, your turning 27 on the 27th, that's a lot of 27s.... wow big gulps huh? See you later." I thought I would compile a list of something, good or bad, that has happened to me each year for the past 27 years. Caution: These thoughts are completely random and not pre meditated.
Age 1: Birth...duh
Age 2: Pulled my birthday cake off the table that my mommy had baked for me/also knocked as Christmas tree over... on top of me (I know right?)
Age 3: Finally got a hair cut, no more goldy locks or being referred to as the cute little girl in Wal-Mart
Age 4: Took apart an antique water basin/mirror set of my grandmother Dot's that was never the same and also wrote on a wall in her house behind the drier in red lipstick, shhhh I still don't think she knows it was me.
Age 5: Fell head first into some concrete steps.... 15,000 stitches later annndd tick tick... I'm ok
Age 6: Began my secret addiction of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Age 7: Hit my first and only home run, and it was an inside the park grand slam... even though it was against Fruithurst.
Age 8: My singing career came to a screeching hault as I forgot the 2nd verse to victory in Jesus while singing at a revival service... pretty sure I cried a little.... ok a lot. Made a fake profession of faith.
Age 9: Character flaw 'quick temper' was revealed as I decided that I should punch people in the ear that made me mad.
Age 10: Parents stepped in and enrolled me in karate to help with previous character flaw.
Age 11: Last year of making all A's and began my deep hatred for school... not school, just going.
Age 12: Singing career begins to take back off as Justin and I are stars in the CBC musical, "Down by the Creek Bank." Got my black belt karate.
Age 13: Started playing guitar, hated it at the time, and took up the trombone....ahhhh the beginning of my band nerdness. Wouldn't have it any other way though. Went to my first concert, Sister Hazel.
Age 14: Decided it would be cool to try and disobey my parents in everything that I did. That may have happened at age 2 but not sure. Caught a large mouth bass that weighed over 12 lbs, haven't fished much sense.
Age 15: Began working for my brother and bought a gorgeous electric guitar.
Age 16: Got a 1986 Red CJ 7 Jeep, God rest her soul, started seeing that guys who played guitar and sang could impress more girls than guys who hit each other with pads on... not knocking my athletic friends, just stating the facts.
Age 17: Made a lot of dumb decisions, started noticing that our basement garage band wasn't going anywhere, saw someone do meth for the first and only time as I was inviting them to church... they didn't go that night.
Age 18: Lowest of lows and highest of highs; Moved J'ville started college, marched Southerners, universal joint broke in my Jeep slinging my drive shaft about 50ft off of highway 9, got saved, accepted the call to the ministry.
Age 19: Began leading worship with the Chulafinnee Praise Band whaattt? Those guys were off the chizain. Raised my hands in worship for the first time, because somebody else did, and God STILL blessed it and my hear was overwhelmed
Age 20: Begin to realize my passion for leading worship. Dislocated my elbow riding four wheelers.
Age 21: Had my first accounatbility partner and realized the significance of it. Made fun of a preacher for wearing make up... and pretty sure he heard me. Good news though, no she bears as of yet.
Age 22: Got a job working at Hill Crest and Sound Solutions, a great year of God's blessings.
Age 23: Saw the students at Hill Crest begin to worship freely, thanks Revelation Song.
Age 24: Went on my first cruise and lead worship on it. Met a new best friend who got me addicted to Apple products and backpacking, smile... you're the reason I'm broke.
Age 25: God ripped my heart out during a service in Panama City Beach by using the story of Jim Elliot. I will never forget that day. Became the Jr. High minister... God truly is sovereign.
Age 26: Got engaged to my dream girl.
Age 27: Will marry my dream girl.
Hope you enjoyed, those are just a few things off the cuff... well, I'm pretty tired, think I'll go home now.
Andrew
Age 1: Birth...duh
Age 2: Pulled my birthday cake off the table that my mommy had baked for me/also knocked as Christmas tree over... on top of me (I know right?)
Age 3: Finally got a hair cut, no more goldy locks or being referred to as the cute little girl in Wal-Mart
Age 4: Took apart an antique water basin/mirror set of my grandmother Dot's that was never the same and also wrote on a wall in her house behind the drier in red lipstick, shhhh I still don't think she knows it was me.
Age 5: Fell head first into some concrete steps.... 15,000 stitches later annndd tick tick... I'm ok
Age 6: Began my secret addiction of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Age 7: Hit my first and only home run, and it was an inside the park grand slam... even though it was against Fruithurst.
Age 8: My singing career came to a screeching hault as I forgot the 2nd verse to victory in Jesus while singing at a revival service... pretty sure I cried a little.... ok a lot. Made a fake profession of faith.
Age 9: Character flaw 'quick temper' was revealed as I decided that I should punch people in the ear that made me mad.
Age 10: Parents stepped in and enrolled me in karate to help with previous character flaw.
Age 11: Last year of making all A's and began my deep hatred for school... not school, just going.
Age 12: Singing career begins to take back off as Justin and I are stars in the CBC musical, "Down by the Creek Bank." Got my black belt karate.
Age 13: Started playing guitar, hated it at the time, and took up the trombone....ahhhh the beginning of my band nerdness. Wouldn't have it any other way though. Went to my first concert, Sister Hazel.
Age 14: Decided it would be cool to try and disobey my parents in everything that I did. That may have happened at age 2 but not sure. Caught a large mouth bass that weighed over 12 lbs, haven't fished much sense.
Age 15: Began working for my brother and bought a gorgeous electric guitar.
Age 16: Got a 1986 Red CJ 7 Jeep, God rest her soul, started seeing that guys who played guitar and sang could impress more girls than guys who hit each other with pads on... not knocking my athletic friends, just stating the facts.
Age 17: Made a lot of dumb decisions, started noticing that our basement garage band wasn't going anywhere, saw someone do meth for the first and only time as I was inviting them to church... they didn't go that night.
Age 18: Lowest of lows and highest of highs; Moved J'ville started college, marched Southerners, universal joint broke in my Jeep slinging my drive shaft about 50ft off of highway 9, got saved, accepted the call to the ministry.
Age 19: Began leading worship with the Chulafinnee Praise Band whaattt? Those guys were off the chizain. Raised my hands in worship for the first time, because somebody else did, and God STILL blessed it and my hear was overwhelmed
Age 20: Begin to realize my passion for leading worship. Dislocated my elbow riding four wheelers.
Age 21: Had my first accounatbility partner and realized the significance of it. Made fun of a preacher for wearing make up... and pretty sure he heard me. Good news though, no she bears as of yet.
Age 22: Got a job working at Hill Crest and Sound Solutions, a great year of God's blessings.
Age 23: Saw the students at Hill Crest begin to worship freely, thanks Revelation Song.
Age 24: Went on my first cruise and lead worship on it. Met a new best friend who got me addicted to Apple products and backpacking, smile... you're the reason I'm broke.
Age 25: God ripped my heart out during a service in Panama City Beach by using the story of Jim Elliot. I will never forget that day. Became the Jr. High minister... God truly is sovereign.
Age 26: Got engaged to my dream girl.
Age 27: Will marry my dream girl.
Hope you enjoyed, those are just a few things off the cuff... well, I'm pretty tired, think I'll go home now.
Andrew
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
GOOD, GREAT, GRAND, WONDERFUL!!!!!
Well, it’s been in a long time since I’ve blogged. It seems like tons of things have happened over the past couple of months. From potential job offers to new relationships, and from leading lots of different worship services to traveling to Boston. God has been opening and closing some doors in my life and it has been really fun to watch His plan start to unfold in my life.
Over the past couple of months God has allowed me to lead several different Dnow weekends and nights of worship for local churches. I love getting to minister in that way! The Merge band has really been on their game here lately, spiritually and musically. Those guys love Jesus and I am privileged to get to minister with them. I was able to reunite with a couple of friends and lead an incredible group of students in Anniston one weekend. I love youth groups that aren’t afraid to sing out, even in a small setting. It seems as though I’ve led more events over the past month than I have in the past two years. It’s a difficult balance between ministering where I’m planted and carrying it to others, but both are necessary.
I’m actually on the plane right now coming back from leading a revival service in Worcester. Massachusetts which you probably wont read till later on in the week due to the fact that I refuse to pay $7.95 for wifi for a two hour flight. Anyways, I love getting to lead worship there. The people there are so authentic. They genuinely love God and love people. I wish I could have stayed longer but there is work to be done, and I miss my Jr. HIgh family. Joey Hutto and I had the privilege while we were there to install a new sound system in their main worship area, and I must say it sounds and looks really good. Joey is amazing by the way, and I’m not saying that just because he keeps peeping at my screen while I’m writing this. The way he serves and gives is amazing and I love that about him.
I’ve invested in a new relationship that will be a month old this Friday and it has completely rocked my world. I was intentionally not looking to date and God said, “Check this out.” Well, maybe He didn’t say it just like that but it was close. Her name is Tasha, so you should probably send her a friend request on Facebook right now... seriously, go do it. I’ve been challenged so much over the past couple of months by her and the way she lives out her faith. I specifically remember one night as we were on the phone kind of late and she asked if I had looked over the scripture that she had sent me earlier in the day. I responded with a, “No, I was real busy but I will check them out tomorrow.” Long pause on the phone.... the story ends with me getting out of my amazing bed and referencing multiple scriptures. It has been an amazing journey so far and I absolutely can’t wait to see what the next few months are going to look like.
This plane is shaking all over the place and I really don’t want to regurgitate on my Mac so I’m going to have to wrap this up. Some things I’m currently doing is reading a new book with Tasha (I will release the name at a later date), reading through the book of Romans, which is amazing by the way, even though I have to read every chapter a billion times to understand it, then I have to read the next chapter for the one I’m currently reading to make any sense. Yes I realize that was a run on sentence and I really don’t care. Romans is great though, go read it. I’ve started training for another 10K, which I’m pretty pumped about. That reminds me, I have a new hatred for treadmills. The one at my house almost ate my face off. It’s my on fault I was trying to multi task, bad idea! Attention all ADD kids, don’t multi task while exercising. On another note, I was really challenged by a guy I heard this weekend at Pleasant Street. Dr. Alex McFarland, I think is his name. He is a wiz in apologetics, that's something that really interest me but I’ve yet to deeply explore. He has several books out. One which is an apologetic book for students and I hope to check that one out and possibly recommend it to my Jr. Highers.
Ok, so didn’t mean to write that much but God has been doing so much in my life lately and I haven’t even scratched the surface. Sorry this hasn’t been the most humorous blog I’ve done but the truth is, I’m just ready to get of this plane and get into a warmer climate.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
My Review of Custom Messenger Bag
Originally submitted at Timbuk2
Customize your own Messenger
Swell Bag
By Mandrew_ from Oxford, AL on 2/3/2011
Pros: Attractive, Durable , Good Strap Length, Lightweight , High Quality
Cons: Uncomfortable , Too small
Best Uses: Commuting, Office, Computer, School
Describe Yourself: Practical, Stylish, Modern, Career, Comfort-Oriented
I use this bag almost everyday going from home, to work, to church, to school, etc. It's literally attached at my hip. I love all the compartments but I have lost my keys inside it once already. It takes great care of my Mac Book Pro and seems to be made extremely well. The only negative is that I wish I wish I would have gotten the medium. Ovearll great bag.
(legalese)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
It's time to get busy
Wooo hoooo! I'm really excited, just made plans to go lead the music for a revival in New England at my brother's church. I love going north even if they are under twenty-seven feet of snow at the moment. Lots of exciting things coming up now that I think about it, Common Ground Saturday night (a worship service at Hill Crest), our love series in Merge (always draws a big crowd when we talk about sex), three DNow weekends in two months, Merge Unplugged, and the band is headed to one of my favorite churches for a night of worship in Ranburne. God is really blessing with opportunity after opportunity for me to share his love through music over the next couple of months. It's kind of overwhelming the more I think about it. Just the fact that God continues to allow me to do ministry even though I'm a nasty sinner. Grace is a great thing though and I just want to be faithful. Hebrews 11:6 says it is impossible to please God without faith.
I've heard some great messages this week, one about staying in the boat and growing where you are planted. Ironically to be followed by, "don't be afraid to get out of the boat. " Take courage, I Am, fear not! That scripture makes me want to punch the devil right in the face. Then I got super convicted Tuesday night when I heard a message that really challenged me to get back to set quiet time and how powerful the Bible really is. Simple but effective. Who would have thought a message about how powerful the Bible is would have been effective. (sarcasm)
I got to do a little writing last weekend with one of my favorite drummers and we really came up with some pretty descent stuff. I hope we can share a couple at Merge Unplugged. One specifically talks about God's unconditional love and how that there is nothing we have done that He won't forgive us for or restore us back to. I think a lot of times we understand the forgiveness part but we don't understand the restoration part. Restoration is huge. If we live defeated lives then we can not be effective with the Gospel. My prayer tonight is to be more effective with the sword that God has placed in my hand. With that being said, it's time to get busy.
Andrew
Andrew
Friday, January 14, 2011
Deep Thoughts by Hack Jandy
Ok, so it's Saturday morning and I'm just chilling watching dad snooze while HGTV is playing in the background. These last few days have been a whirlwind for mom and myself. The doctor decided while he was putting the second stent in that he would go ahead and do the third. He said it was going a lot better than planned so he went ahead and did both. Mom and I were both relieved. He actually gave me the before and after pictures of the heart, which I thought was a little odd, but I gladly took them a placed them gently in my murse. So to clarify, dad had three total stents done and seems to be doing fine at the moment. If all goes well he may get to go home late Saturday evening or early Sunday morning.
We hear a lot about the peace of God, or having a peace that surpasses all understanding. I'm not sure that I had ever experienced that first hand before Wednesday morning around 3:00AM. When I saw my dad sitting in his chair obviously hurting and pale, I began to pray that God would take control of the situation and that what ever happened would be for His glory. There was about an hour period there where I wasn't sure what the outcome was going to look like. It was scary. I remember getting in my car to follow the ambulance and it just seemed like everything was going to be ok. You may say I under reacted but I honestly believed that he was going to be fine. As I sat at dinner tonight it really hit me that I hadn't worried but one time over the past 36 hours. Today after they transferred him to RMC his blood pressure wasn't stable and I begin over analyzing things. God took care of it.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
This was it, this is what happened! It's mind boggling even as I type this very blog. I got to experience a peace that didn't make sense. A peace that wasn't logical. Often when I pray, I pray that God would allow unbelievers to understand the Gospel and that they would get to enjoy the peace that only God can offer. I think I need to add to that prayer that the believer would also get to experience that same peace. The only way to explain it and it often sounds corny is that it was a "God thing."
I'm beginning to doze off so I'm going to wrap this up with a huge thank you to friends and family for all of the visits and prayers. Especially a few of you that have spent countless hours here with me and mom. God has a reason for all of this and God is not finished with my dad. To God be the glory for his healing and recovery. Please continue to pray for his recovery and for his up and coming diet/exercise change.
Andrew
We hear a lot about the peace of God, or having a peace that surpasses all understanding. I'm not sure that I had ever experienced that first hand before Wednesday morning around 3:00AM. When I saw my dad sitting in his chair obviously hurting and pale, I began to pray that God would take control of the situation and that what ever happened would be for His glory. There was about an hour period there where I wasn't sure what the outcome was going to look like. It was scary. I remember getting in my car to follow the ambulance and it just seemed like everything was going to be ok. You may say I under reacted but I honestly believed that he was going to be fine. As I sat at dinner tonight it really hit me that I hadn't worried but one time over the past 36 hours. Today after they transferred him to RMC his blood pressure wasn't stable and I begin over analyzing things. God took care of it.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
This was it, this is what happened! It's mind boggling even as I type this very blog. I got to experience a peace that didn't make sense. A peace that wasn't logical. Often when I pray, I pray that God would allow unbelievers to understand the Gospel and that they would get to enjoy the peace that only God can offer. I think I need to add to that prayer that the believer would also get to experience that same peace. The only way to explain it and it often sounds corny is that it was a "God thing."
I'm beginning to doze off so I'm going to wrap this up with a huge thank you to friends and family for all of the visits and prayers. Especially a few of you that have spent countless hours here with me and mom. God has a reason for all of this and God is not finished with my dad. To God be the glory for his healing and recovery. Please continue to pray for his recovery and for his up and coming diet/exercise change.
Andrew
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