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Tuesday, April 29, 2008


From this morning's Asbury Spring Reader...this is so me, but then again, this is so far from where I am:

Lord, make possible for me by grace what is impossible to me by nature. You know that I am not able to endure very much, and that I am downcast by the slightest difficulty. Grant that for your sake I may come to love and desire any hardship that puts me to the test, for salvation is brought to my soul when I undergo suffering and trouble for you. - Thomas a Kempis

From Wilmore, with Love.

Saturday, April 26, 2008


Smell that? Someone tracked in a whole big pile of gratitude on the virtual rug on their way in. This morning it has struck me that I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for the whirlpool of life’s ingredients lately - catching up with a good friend after not hanging in what seemed like months (in reality in was just 10 days), Lindsay & I being the class cut-ups in our Breathing and Relaxation on Monday night, sitting barefoot in the driveway at midnight on the phone with another friend, completing two major assignments after a sleepless night, working here at the Student Center of Asbury…and the list will continue later.
Through all of this, over all of this, I realize something else. God is so much bigger than 2,000 years of Christianity. He’s bigger than a leather bound book with really thin pages and red-letter sprinkles. He’s bigger than Sunday…or Saturday night. He’s bigger than clasped hands, candles, hymnals, and angels. He’s big enough to be unavoidable in any aspect of your life and mine. He speaks through and beyond what you have been raised to expect. He’s the God of surprise and astonish. He’s the God of inducing the pregnancy of gratitude.
Lately, here’s why:

The “Yes we Can” speech put to music by Will I Am and friends
Email rhymin battles with my boys
The LIVE version of Gravity by J Mayer
The Marsh’s snack spread every Tuesday night for Idol
The future of Chapel Hill, NC *wink*
Baby showers
My dog Jax being awesome
My wife looking blazing hot while carrying our daughter in her belly
Consecutive days of sunshine
My back slowly starting to heal
Getting to hear JB preach in chapel on May 1
Free long distance and unlimited minutes after 7pm (shameless plug for Sprint)
Hearing Andy and Krista’s amazing journey.

There you are - gratitude and thanksgiving sans mound of whipped cream on pumpkin pie.

From Wilmore, with Love.

Friday, April 11, 2008

friday smiles

A poem to begin…

Rain is great, rain is good
It waters our plants and gives us food
Our Kentucky grass, so green, so purdy
But when it’s gray & rainy more than twice a week I get depressed and feel like I live in Seattle
The End

To combat the gloomies this morning, here are three, count em, three reasons to smile. AND, if you love music, this will be three reasons to say “Yesss!”

If you endured adolescence in the early 90’s, can I get a witness here? You had the blank tape all set in your AM/FM cassette stereo in your room. And if it wasn’t your blank tape, it was a normal cassette you found around the house, probably your parents Michael Bolton Christmas tape, and you scotch taped the top tabs so that you could use it as a blank tape. Right? Your fingers rested on the RECORD button, impatiently waiting for the #1 song to come on the favorite radio countdown show you were devoted to. Sacramento’s hip-hop station was called “The Hot 8 at 8” The beat begins, you mash that record button (probably had to press PLAY at the same time in order for the record function to operate, at least mine was that way), and you’ve got it. Mix tape perfection! You’re on your way to memorize every syllable of the hottest song on the radio. You fantasize about your group of friends who will envy you, wishing they could have been home to tape it too, but they had to go to Mervyn’s with their mom. The scenes of impressing girls (or boys) with every word of the second verse at lunchtime…maybe now they’ll go see Jurassic Park with you this weekend? You are finally capturing this song that plays 47 times a day, and now, you can hear it even more. What if you made someone else a copy, that would definitely up the street cred right? You feel really, really, unbelievable cool.
The DJ has to destroy it all by talking all over the intro and into the first few bars of the song!
*insert AT LEAST 18 seconds of “urban” radio personality jargon here*
It’s ruined, all ruined! Why do they have to do that? Don’t they know the future of my junior high career solely depends on their silence right now?

Here is a great website to reclaim your mix tape prowess –
Its completely FREE to sign up, and legitimately legal – make your own mix tape! You can pick from most any artist, almost any song. You can even choose and DESIGN the tape itself! Then, send it to friends, share with others…me! I haven’t created one yet, but will soon.

Also, another reason to smile on Friday
FREE downloadable music. A free mix with a new and creative theme every week.
Check it out.

Finally, the best for last…especially if you are a Counting Crows fan
This is a link to a music blog that has a zip file download of a ‘93 bootleg recording of a Counting Crows show in Boulder, CO. Absolutely beautiful. If you are a fan, these 10 songs will be sweet audible delicacies.
The grass is still green and it is still raining.

From Wilmore, with Love.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Everybody now, “I said bay-bee giirrl!”

If you are familiar with and unashamed to admit that you know the Timbaland song “The Way I Are” raise your hands, like you just don’t care, and sing along with me today.
Last night, Lindsay returned to Wilmore after a 4 day, 2 babyshower, sun-filled, pedicure extravaganza in Sacramento. With her came a bloated suitcase (thanks again Jacksons!) overflowing with pinks, pastels, purples, other girly colors beginning with “P”, butterflies, blankets, stuffed animal friends, “onzies” (why don’t when babies get older do they wear twozies?), bibs, burp cloths, and much more that I have to stop listing due to the very fact that I don’t know all of the correct names of said girlish and babyish items.
If anything is true about the 50 pound mound of soft n’ gentle covering our couch last night, we are definitely having a GIRL. Seriously. That was a whole lot of pink holding our couch hostage. It was amazing to see the love poured out from our family and friends in Sacramento in forms of bows, stripes, flowers, polakdots - all in pink or purple or colors that have the names of fruit. Thank you a thousand times.

Also I thought last night, “This is really happening.”

Some of the clothes we have for Baby Girl are for when she is, at least it looks like to me, 1 year old. I was getting used to the reality of having a little newborn around the house…but she will be growing into a real-life-little-person-girl?!? Someone gave us an outfit set with overalls and it almost brought me to tears because it was the biggest thing we have so far and made me think, “That is HERS.” She will wear that. It will get dirty. We will wash it. We will put it on gentle dry cycle. She will wear it again. Repeat.

Waking up this morning and seeing “someone else’s” clothes in our house puts a whole new spin on things. I cant wait to meet her. I cant wait to spin her round and round. She will laugh. I will laugh more. When she sleeps at night, I will cry. When she cries at night, I will hold her, (really I will!). We will wake the next day. Repeat.
Again, whoa.

From Wilmore, with Love.