Sitting up late, searching verses about marriage from my phone, I was scrolling through the google searches, and I clicked on a “The Knot” blog that had 33 different references from the Bible that talks about marriage. It just included a variety of verses with all different contexts. Scrolling through I saw the reference to Ephesians 5 where Paul, in prison, writes to the Christians in Ephesus. Reading the intro in my She Reads Truth Bible it says that in his letter he keeps the theme of unity of the Church in Christ. I am just going to quote it, because I can’t say it any clearer. “The overall theme of Ephesians is the unity of the Church in Christ, through the power of the Spirit.” (Through the POWER of the Spirit!!) This was directed towards the Jews AND the Gentiles being one in Christ.
This blog post is focusing mainly on Ephesians 5 and how we can use all that Paul says to do as a wife or husband. The scripture has a lot of “do nots”, but today lets focus on what we CAN do. Grab your Bible, and you can follow along as I list it out for us.
Be imitators of God
Walk in love
Know & recognize this: Every sexually immoral or impure or greedy person, who is an idolater, does not have an inheritance in the Kingdom of Christ and of God.
Let no one decieve you with empty arguments.
Live as children of light
Expose fruitless works of darkness
Pay careful attention to how you live (as wise)
Make the most of your time
Understand what the Lord’s will is
Be filled by the spirit
Speak to one another in psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs, singing and making music with your heart to the Lord.
Giving thanks always for everything to God the Father in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ
Submitting to one another in the fear of Christ
(Wives) submit to your husbands
(Husbands) love your wives like Christ loves theChurch
(Husbands) love his wife as himself, and the wife is to respect her husband.
I’m a teacher, so I am giving you homework. Take this list from Paul and add in what you do, what you are working on doing, and what you know you need to do but haven’t yet.
For me, I am fully aware of who has not taken hold of the commitment of marriage and taken it as seriously as God created it to be. (#4). Hence I am pleading for people to join me in learning more about what a Godly marriage is. I am pleading for people to join in the #Godlymarriagemovemement. I am currently working towards being filled with the Spirit (#11) and understanding what the Lord’s will is for us in our marriage. (#10). And I am not there yet, but I know that I need to educated myself more in the Word in order to do #5. Let’s be honest. The world’s opinion of love and marriage is so loud right now, that it has become so easy to stay silent in order not to “hurt the feelings” of you co-worker, friend, or even family member. More about that coming soon…
If you would like to join the community of married couples wanting to learn more about what Godly marriages look like or have resources that I might enjoy digging into, comment, message me, and join.
Hi fellow cheapskates, penny pinchers, or just married people keeping it real. This one is directed toward the married, but if you can definitely incorporate parts of these wholesome activities into your date nights if you are not married. Some of these we have personally done..others I feel like we would totally do but haven’t got there yet.
1. Go to a local park and hang in a hammock, play disc golf, etc. Tyler (my husband) and I started playing disc golf while we were dating in college. We thought it was a thrilling afternoon activity that was free and included exercise. Also we liked that we weren’t around a bunch of other people. We also hung in hammocks at least once a week to avoid homework and to sip a Sonic slush. Now as old married folk, we still enjoy throwing the discs around at our local park. (Ask Tyler who almost won last time.)
2. Go to the river and collect drift wood or shells. When we lived in Florence we were blessed to live 10 minutes away from the Tennessee River. We loved grabbing a Miami Ice (snow cone-ish type thing but made with crack or something super addicting) and sitting on the boulders watching the sun set. We would also collect shells, skip rocks, and find driftwood. Driftwood is so flippin’ cool.
3. Grab ice-cream and play corny games like M.A.S.H., TicTacToe, word searches, etc. Tyler and I love to race each other solving word searches or sudoku puzzles. Does that make us nerds? We are known to be a little competitive with one another.
4. Buy pizza, build a pallet, and binge watch Netflix shows. We live too close to Dominos and enjoy being kids. It does not have to look like a Pinterest picture to be a blast.
5. Fast-food and house hunting/window shopping. Growing up my family and I would take neighborhood walks and look at the houses and talk about simple improvements that could be made to the home (paint, porch, shutters, etc.) or what we really loved about it. (Sorry friendly neighbors). We live in an apartment currently, but love looking at Zillow.com and dreaming about what a small starter home might be like one-day. Also you could do something like this at your favorite department store. We personally like walking around Target after eating an out-to-eat meal to work off the “yuck” feeling. You might find us on the toy aisle reminiscing on the good ole days or planning for the future.
6. Set up camp. We have talked about doing this, but haven’t yet. But we want to set up our tent in our living room, fill it with string lights, and eat hotdogs (a Williams’ staple) and oven baked s’mores (not yet tried).
7. Spa Night. Dig out all the smelly lotions, oils, and tubs of water. Put on the cheesy music and dice up the cucumbers. Pretend like you have been a certified masseuse for years.
8. Thrift shop. My personal favorite. We do this thing where when we go in we will plan to find the wackiest item or ugliest t-shirt. Then we come show each other and decide who really won. It just helps us create weird conversations.
9. Yoga. Get your stretchy pants/calming music/fruit infused water and get to it. This little date night will make you belly laugh if you are unskilled like the two of us.
10. Painting portraits of each other. Do you think Tyler would actually comply?! I have so much paint and some canvases. Cast your votes!
Twenty-two years old. That’s my age. The first 2 years were spent in a daycare as my parents worked their tails off. The next 15 were spent at Mars Hill Bible School being asked if I was a twin with my older brother, Will. My parents were still working their tails off so that we could attend a private school and get a Christian Education. Sweet blonde headed, pale, lanky (with the exception of my middle school years when I think Will and I had a competition to see who could have the most belly rolls) Addie did her best to grow close to God.. to form a relationship with the Lord.. to be an upstanding Christian girl. I was the grand-daughter, daughter, and sister to a former Mr. Mars Hill. It was “family tradition” to be a spiritual leader…looking back I think I was just obsessed with church-y things. I do think that I had a deep relationship with the Lord. I loved staying up at night studying the scriptures. I had a deep desire to understand the Lord and his path for me. I wanted to be so close to God that he might share with me his “secret will” for my life. (Pls girl.) The Lord heard about my obsession with the same boy from 6th grade-12th grade. The Lord heard my pleas for certain friends to come back to Him. He heard about my desire to have better friendships, for everyone to just get along, for my future husband to sweep me up at 16, for my brother and his relationships, and for all the poor..sick..and those who lost loved ones. When I was in 11th grade, the Lord heard all about my daddy. (He was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease after emergency surgery).
When I was 18, I met Tyler Williams. My first and only boyfriend. The Lord heard from me all the time then. I would talk his ear off about Tyler, my roommate, my classes, my FHU experience, everything. At Freed, it was just a natural transition for me. I went from private school to private school. Freed was like Maywood year-round for me. I loved it. But, reality hit me that I was not as much of a spiritual leader as I thought. It was so interesting to me to see people who had such tragedies in their life, be so strong. Some of the strongest leaders on campus were converted in High School, or their parents were drug addicts, or they grew up at someone else’s house because their parents kicked them out. These friends truly understood what it meant to sing that the Lord is a shield about them. (Psalm 3:3)
Most all of my prayers centered around my uncertainty of the future. I was worried about who I would marry, who Will would marry, who would heal, where we would live, where we would work. Now I have been married for over a year, my brother and his sweet wife have been married almost a year, we have lived in the same apartment for almost a year, I have had the same job for a year, Tyler has been rocking grad school. This past year should have been singing praises to the LORD. ALL DAY. Yet I moped because there was nothing moving and changing around. I slacked in my communication with the Lord, because I had nothing to be anxious over.
I had never had tragedy strike me until the week of my wedding (terrible right?) …I found out my grand-father had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I don’t remember questioning God.. I think I have just ignored Him. I think I felt like he had just let me down. And with tears rolling down my face right now…I think that because I had 21 years of a what seemed like a “perfect life”, that broken-ness shocked my spirit. I don’t think I was as strong as I made it seem. My prayers have never really had a reason to have depth. I have never had to call out to the Lord to shield me from anything. I have never had to call out to ask for him to forgive me from something so disgusting I couldn’t talk about it with anyone else. But, I did not even know how to talk to God about something so uncomfortable as my 60 something year old grand-father dying..the man who took you on adventure after adventure, the man who taught you to color code your Bible, who taught you about giving, who asked you to always sing out in church no matter the notes coming out… How do I talk to the God who let that happen? How do I find rest with Him?
Waves=Life, Sailor=Me, Boat=My transportation to Heaven, Help=the Lord.
I was a perfect sailor to my boat. The waves were always smooth. There was never anything to rock my little ship. But once the waves came, I just jumped off. I didn’t call out for an extra hand to help me maneuver the sail. I just got off. I knew who could help me. I knew who to tell others to call upon. But I just jumped.
The Devil does not care how perfect your life has been. He does not care about the awards you have won. He does not care about the non-profit events you have hosted. He does not care how much money you raise for families adopting from Uganda or mourning the loss of their child. The Devil does not care that you were named one of the strongest spiritual leaders in your 12th grade class. He does not care that you went to camp every year for 11 years. He does not care that you have the gift to teach or the heart to serve. All he cares about is finding that little hole to burry down into and to destroy the relationship you have with the Lord. My hole was “loss”. I had never experienced loss. And the Devil has taken that. He has ran with it a year and a half too long.
So whatever the Devil has found out about you and ran with, take it back. Whatever he has decided about you is his loop hole, kick him out and sew it back up with these words:
“But you, Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head. I cry aloud to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain.” Psalm 3:3
Fresh college graduate walks into her twelfth interview with a Birmingham area public school. She sits down across the table from a principal that messaged her the day before about his interest in interviewing her for the open exceptional education position at his school. Throughout the interview she explains her philosophies, her experiences, her dreams, and her goals. She gives details about her family, her college experience, her summer jobs, and her future plans. After about an hour and a half of going back and forth, he finally explains that he would like to hire the girl if she is willing to commit to several things. First, love the kids. He believes his kids are the absolute best, and he believes that they deserve the absolute best. His mantra is that the most important thing is to get to know the kids. Next, he asks her to commit to continuing to learn. He believes that all excellent teachers are still learning. He wants his teachers to attend professional developments, to read, to research, and to continue to grow.
I am the girl. One year out of college. I have just a few days left of my first year teaching. From June 2017 until now I have not stopped dreaming. I have not stopped learning. Though I have had some difficult situations and tough cases, I hope that my actions have shown that I have not stopped loving those kiddos. Everyday when they walk out of my room to get ready to go home I tell them how much I love them. Forget the assignments due. Forget the test they should study for. If they go home only remembering one thing from their school day, I hope it is that they have a crew of teachers who show up everyday for them that love them dearly, talk about them often, plan for them daily, and pray for them nightly. I hope that they know that no matter how many A’s or F’s are on their progress report, that they have cheerleaders in their stands. I hope that they go home knowing that no matter how big of a mistake they make while at school, our hearts are not hardened by that…yet they just break over and over. I hope that they know that no matter how dysfunctional their home life is, that they can count on their teachers to remain committed to their learning and growth. I hope that if not because of us, by some other reason, they know that their value is high and that their potential is out of this world.
I hope that they know that we all had the choice to go into whatever field of work that we wanted to, but we chose to invest in them.
The dreams don’t stop just because school is out. My worries for my kiddos success will not stop just because they are headed to the high school. My fears of them forgetting their potential will haunt me throughout their lives I am sure of that.
I hope that if you are starting your career as a classroom teacher or an educator, that you are able to see that your kids story is the most important thing to know. I hope you realize that your dreams don’t stop now. I hope that you remember that you chose this profession for a reason.
I hope that together we are able to make this profession more professional with our generation. I hope that we can grab hold of the millennial stigma and represent our generation positively and courageously. I hope that we can join together to make sure that love is what the kids go home remembering. I hope that we are able to prepare them for the jobs that they will pursue, for the families that they will have, and the generation that they will raise. I hope that we can feed their dreams, touch into their creativity, expose their strengths, and extend their possibilities. I hope that you and I together are able to make this whole “teacher” thing something people respect, honor, and admire.
An Almost (HOW IN THE WORLD??) Second Year Teacher
P.S. It is an extremely tough job, but it is just as rewarding.
Freed-Hardeman University gave me some of the most incredible memories.
Here you go.
Love God first. That is pretty much it. If you can love God first, then the social club will not be you top priority.
When you feel like you had a killer Makin’ Music show, best of the best, and you get second. You congratulate the other club. You cheer for their handwork and dedication to the fundraising of the school. You tell them how much you enjoyed their show. You are Christ’s hands and feet.
You are his hands and feet on the field too.
Therefore when you are in the heat of the last quarter in flag football, your blockers get trampled and you get sacked by an ex-soccer player, you keep your cool. Because you love God more than this social club. You smile, and move on. (I totally did not keep my cool, and so I am telling you this with 20/20 vision.)
It’s 5:45 on Wednesday. You have a meeting to plan, posters to make, games to cheer at, a group project to work on, a memory-verse test, and rock collection to make (aka find, break, glue, and label.) You go to 5:45. As hard as it will to shove an hour of worship and learning into your busy schedule, you go. You may have to skip those games, but there will be more.
When you love God first, you will see that student sitting alone in chapel. You’ll give up your seat shoved between all your best friends, and you’ll share yourself with another “kind”. Someone who maybe not make you feel as comfortable. Someone who might not be wearing any sort of jersey for club day. But, someone who God made. And remember, you love Him before your social club.
When you love God first, you will not only enjoy the company of the guys and girls that wear the same letters as you, but seek friends in other colors. You will agree to workout with, eat with, ride to church with, share your story with, study with, and worship God with someone who fits in a different group as you. You love them. (I stink at making friends who aren’t in the same letters as me.)
Funny to think that God is most likely going to welcome many different types of people into heaven, and unfortunately it is most likely not every single Chi Beta member will be there.
The colors you wear do not represent the worst or best. They don’t represent the jocks, nerds, goody two shoes, go with the flow-ers, preps, partiers, or pokemon freaks. They are in every club. Social clubs don’t represent who you actually are. They represent who you wanted to be like. When you ranked the clubs your first year, you marked that you wanted to be with those you saw in those colors. They represent who you felt like home with. They sometimes represent your dare to put yourself out there, or you challenge to make a difference. The colors do not represent who you are, but who you wanted to be. You change the stereotype of the letters. You change what they mean. We recruit not to get all, but to get who think will be the best for us all. We recruit who we know will keep a good name for the club. Who we think will carry the legacy of what we believe we represent. We recruit to be better, not cause we think we are the best.
The letters don’t change you, God does. Allow the people wearing those letters to influence you for the better. Keep an open mind. Go somewhere that you feel at home. Go somewhere that you know the people there will help you make positive changes in your life. Go to the colors that you see people that you know will hold you accountable for sin, who will laugh with you, cry with you, but mostly pray with you. Run to the colors that you believe will benefit you.
And when you get in, make it your mission to serve others. Serve them. Get involved, and serve your club, school, and community. Use your club family as resources of encouragement, help, and your hands and feet to your crazy ideas turned into projects.
The key to being great is to humble yourself, and serve your God in your club, with your club, and all around this campus.
“And here you are…sweeter than you admit, funnier than I admit, and six-foot-three.”
I had dreamed of this man, more than the day. I looked forward to, planned for, and stressed over that day. I loved it all. Absolutely all of it. I would relive it, if I could. But that day could have been in a court-house with a plain silver band from Walmart (which one of the jewelers tried to talk Tyler into.. I could’ve have hurt her for trying to put that idea into my money-saving fiance), and I would still be living a crazy, fun life with my six-foot-threeman.
Since I am not sure if I will ever get around to making a scrapbook, and since there is no way to explain all the fun that happened that day in a Facebook post or a few Insta pics, I’ll write a blog
(or 4) about it. (It being one of the many best days ever!)
First off you should know a little about the groom and I. We met at a church on August 11th, 2013. I had just graduated high school, and would be going to Freed-Hardeman to begin college in 9 days. He was a sophomore at that university, and our siblings had just gotten back from a mission trip to Ukraine. He was going to be at the mission report event, and my brother convinced me to come. *Will jumps on my bed like he did when he wanted to stay up and talk for a while.”I really want you to meet Hannah’s brother. He is nothing like her. I don’t mean that to say Hannah isn’t good, she is just a lot more talkative than him.” (I had met Hannah at the Airport a few days prior. Talkative indeed.) “He is actually volunteering at a camp for kids with special needs this summer, I think.”
And that heart of mine said, “Oh. Hi. Addie here. I’ve never heard of guys like you.”
We talked after church, and that fall he became my first kiss, boyfriend, and the love of my life (in that order). We dated for 2 1/2 years and were engaged on February 13th, 2016. I had about 10 months to plan a wedding (and a move), and here we are.
Last fall we did the totally “unromantic” thing of going ring shopping. Yes, I got some looks when I had mentioned that we went looking at rings TOGETHER. How awful? The poor guy didn’t know where to start and neither did I. We spent one of the most romantic and fun-filled days going all over town looking and trying on different styles and we finally had picked out a ring and band. I had pictures of it on my finger, and I couldn’t wait to see it again. On February 13th, 2016 my sweet man finally got down on one knee (Yes I believe in good timing, but I had wanted this to happen since about 4 months into dating), I looked down, and to my surprise it wasn’t the ring we had searched all day for back in September. I had never seen this one before. (Y’all are thinking that I am such a materialist, unromantic, spoiled, “no way living in the moment”, skank right now I am sure). I look back at him and he says with tears in his eyes “It was my grandmothers.” And I sank. A month after we had been ring shopping, his aunt had given him her mother’s ring that she had been saving. WOW. I love the ring. A few weeks later we took his grandfather to Cracker Barrel for lunch. We talked about his wife and the joy he had when he picked that ring out for her. After I wore the ring for a few months, the back of the band was getting thin. One day I was moving furniture at the place I work, and it broke in half. My grandmother allowed me to use her original wedding band to fuse to the back of it. So now I have both my grandmother and his grandmother represented on my left hand each day. It is better than anything ring from any price range. I will treasure this history as long as I live.
I also feel this joy of knowing my grandfather, Fred, had picked this ring out for my Nana. He was diagnosed with cancer the weekend Tyler and I got married. He passed away in October. He was absolutely incredible. He belly laughed over so many things. (Hee He Hee). It was like his personal jingle. He yelled “Hello” really loudly when he walked into our home. He sat quietly when he was in places he didn’t want to be. He probably drilled over a thousand holes into jewelry pieces I have made. He was creative and smart. Good as they come. The Cadillac of grandfathers. The real McCoy. They say the first year is the hardest. I would say they are right. But I couldn’t have made it emotionally without the support of my sweet husband.
Saturday, December 10th, 2016
I knew from the first time I visited Tyler’s house and met his family that I would want his father Bob to preach our wedding. We immediately clicked, and there was no one else that I knew who would be funny, serious, and make me cry all in one sentence. It had to be him. I have adored getting to know Tyler’s family over the past 4 1/2 years; they have always treated even better than family should
Since the day of the wedding, I have probably gotten over 75 compliments about how fun and sweet our ceremony was. I have to give credit to Bob, Tyler, and our groomsman who decided last-minute to ditch their shoes in the back of the auditorium to wear hand selected socks that Tyler and I picked out on sale at JC Penny’s. It at least helped my nerves seeing them enjoy themselves. Find Happy Socks Here!
Bob has a gift to take me smile, laugh, and cry.
Thanks Happy Socks for spicing up our wedding day!
During the ceremony, Bob mentioned that he and his family always take the cup from the center ring during communion, because when Tyler was a senior in High School, his father had to move about four hours away for work while Tyler finished his senior year at Mobile Christian. They not only remember Christ and his sacrifice on Sundays, but they started to also remember the love they have for their family wherever they may be worshiping this morning. Though I had always felt like family, for 3 1/2 years I avoided from taking the communion from the center ring, because I knew how special it would be to practice that once we were married. During that moment of the ceremony I was complete mush. It reminded me of how far Tyler and I have come together, how long I have waited to be standing where I was, and how special it will be to be apart of another family whose lives are dedicated to the work of the Lord.
Our day was decorated by my family, especially: Aunt Jolie, Aunt Lela, Bama, Johnnie Lou (basically family), mom, and I gave a little input.
Our day was photographed by: Jud Davis and Alana Wallace. Assisted by Paula Hatton Jud’s Website
Our cake was made by Jill Larkin. Pies by Tyler’s family. @jillssweetmemories
Our day was made possible by our friends, family, and The Lord.
It has been a whole year since we met for our rehearsal dinner. Friends. Family. And friends who are basically family. We came together to celebrate the memories that led up to this point in both of our lives. We came together to give a “toast”, if you will, to our future lives together. (Toast is in quotes because it was sweet tea in coca-cola glasses). We came together for one last “hoo-rah” as unmarried “babies” with their people. Thank you to all those who were there. You had a seat at those round tables, because you have always made sure there was a seat for us at your dinner table or dorm room floor. You were there because we needed you there to tell you that we need for the always too.
To those whom we have met our first year of marriage. Welcome to our crazy story. We are so glad you have joined us so soon into our journey. You are those people we will reflect back on and say, “Remember I think we met them our first year when we were__________.” (There is a blank there because we have already moved twice, held over 7 jobs together–Tyler worked three at a time, I worked two until I got my teaching job at Corner, and have been members at two wonderful congregations of the Lord’s Church.) To those who have gone on since we have been married, you are shaping our lives still–even more now than before.
To those who have made it this far into this blog, you are a super trooper. Thanks for being a part of the celebration of our 1-year anniversary post.
Here are some fun facts about our wedding.
As he was reading his vows, he got choked up. Everyone got choked up.
I didn’t make it too far into the ceremony before I lost it.
Him watching my dadda give me away.
My girls were so great throughout the whole process. “Williams Wedding Clan”
We finally all became sisters.
Sweet Holland was barely walking when I met her in Hall Rolland at FHU
Holland and Riley entertained us most nights in the HRH lobby.
This was one of the coldest days of the year. It was in the 20’s.
Love this bond.
This was one of the last pictures I took with Papaw.
I love this. Thanks Jud Davis!
My sweet mama. Thank you for all the support. You are amazing!
Bob and Sandy, you have raised some awesome children.
Our Poppa is 90 this year!
Bama says the whole day is a blur. She worked so hard on so many details of the wedding. Plus she arranged the bouquets and boutonnieres.
Cake by Jill Larkin–Incredible!
These are the cups my parents used at their wedding.
The clip has one of my great grandmothers silver pins with a small diamond in it.
My sweet MIL got these for us.
My Aunt Jolie, Lela, Johnnie Lou, and Bama did a great job transforming this into a dreamy reception hall. They are great!
Another detail shot of my engagement ring and wedding band.
My top was made from my mother’s going away dress that she wore in 1990.
Thanks to all our friends who came from Freed!
Even if this is a result of your presence.
Stay tuned for a blog about all the things that our marriage has already out-lasted. I will add the link below. Here is a sneak peek at the list: 5 glass cups, the 18 sticks of butter our parents donated to our fridge, Addie doing the dishes each chore rotation, the hopes of Tyler gaining weight, an apartment, a budget, and our marriage has already outlasted the biggest of tears and the loudest of laughs. That is what marriages are for. To out last. Out last it all.
The best is yet to come,
Addie Williams (and Ty too)
P.S. The only time Tyler has slept on the couch was when he fell asleep there studying past my teacher approved bedtime.
Our community is where we live. It’s where we grow. It’s who we see in line at Chick-fil-a each morning and it who we run into at the park. It’s who we laugh with, cry with, compete with, live with, thrive with, drive with, and jive with. Let’s do something about our communities bond. Let’s actually host events that will be an encouragement to all. Let’s support causes we are passionate about.
Step 1: Form A Committee: Formulate a list of those you believe could help you in hosting an event (in this case a Basketball Camp for Children with Special Needs)
Step 2: Meet a Few Months Ahead of When You Want to Host the Event: At the first meeting, lay out your idea before the group, let them know as to why you have invited them to help, and lay out any all ideas that you have concerning the camp. (This way you can have a little while to advertise and rule out any ideas that wouldn’t help make the camp better or be possible this time.)
Step 3: Write down Ideas and Get Contacts: During the time of the first meeting and the second it is an incredible time to keep a notebook of ideas that you have expounded upon–T-Shirt Designs, Food Ideas, Date of Event, etc. Then make contacts with the schools, organizations, etc. in your area who will have students or adults with Special Needs that you would want to invite to the camp. Many communities will have a Special Olympics program or SNA or some sort of sports league already in place. Being able to have a basketball camp right before the season or in the off season helps! I have been in the schools as a practicum student, and was able to make contacts with different Special Education teachers and principals. This helped me get flyers sent home and support from the school administration as well.
Step 4: Meet Back Up and Divide Up Jobs: Set a date, time, and location. We stuck to Saturday mornings until 2:00. This gave us time to work, play, eat, and perform (play the games). If you have a tech savvy person in your group that would be good at making an esthetically pleasing poster/brochure get them the information and ideas and let them get to work. Who is the creative one in the group? Have them design t-shirts. Is there a money manager around? Get them formulating a budget of costs and funds needed to be raised in order to meet the cost. What about food? Who is going to plan what we are eating and pick it up? (We did a 1 hour lunch break and had pizza picked up. It was cheap. It was Yummy. It wasn’t a big deal that it was a little heavy for an athletic camp because none of us did serious running. (I am not a sandwich girl.)
Side Note: Things That We Considered in Cost:
T-shirts, food, drink mix, posters, print cost, plus additional fundraiser items. We made and sold hair ties for pretty cheap and were able to cover the cost of some of t-shirts and food. Then we sold t-shirts to the fans in order to help cover the rest of the cost. (We made sure all the campers would have a t-shirt for free as well as any family member.)
Step 5: Get the Ball Rolling: Who ever the advertising dude was, check in on his progress towards a poster/brochure. Make sure all the information is correct and the pictures are catchy. Who volunteered to get the food? Make sure they are formulating a list and saving a date to be able to go buy it. Are they doing the best with the money they are given? (We are supposed to be good stewards right?) Reserve tables, get table clothes, napkins, paper plates, etc.
And you are going to want volunteers for the day of. The first time I hosted this event we offered free shirts to all the volunteers and ended up with 60 volunteers and 8 campers. It was hilarious to see me try to divide up jobs, I’m sure. But, you really will need the help. (Registration table workers, t-shirt table, people to pick up the food and distribute, coaches, buddies, a DJ, poster makers, etc.) A whole tribe, right?
Another Side note: Something we did the last time, that was a big hit was I bought water bottles with the money left over for each of the campers to have at camp. We wrote their names on them to be able to keep up with them and it also helped limit the waste of cups(!!) Go green!
Step 6: Just Do it! Read over all your flyers. Then just go meet with teachers, organizations, families you may know and let them know about the event. Formulate a game plan for the day (a schedule) and print it off. Get your volunteers information about the day and a schedule. Make sure they know their job (and that their main job is to have fun). Get the t-shirts ordered, the Facebook Event made, the flyers sent out, the schools and churches invited, and the food in line to be picked up.
Step 7: Show Time: It’s game day! Rise, shine, eat that breakfast bar and get to the gym. Make sure you have the tables set up, the registration forms ready, and the smiles on. You are about to have the best day of your life. You may have 15 campers show up!! Or there may be one camper and 28 volunteers. Either way you can make a huge difference in someones life and in your community.
Giving free lunch and shirts to the families let them know you care about them. Dancing along with their children to the music, allowing them to make the post move on you, and laughing to all their jokes lets them know that you care about their family. Not taking any credit for the day and just thanking the family for letting you enjoy the presence of their children and their abilities will let them know you care about the communities growth. And thats how you make a difference. Its in the details and effort you put into making a special day for extraordinary people. Its in the cheesy grin that you will wear until you fall asleep that night (or afternoon right after dinner if you did it right.)
Please message me with any ideas, concerns, or questions about hosting an event like Buddy Ball.
I didn’t mention safety in the steps, but that is always a concern. We had wrist bands with the parents numbers and any allergies on the children. We fortunately never had to use this, but it is a safety feature we chose.
That is my husband in the picture on the left. I swoon.
It’s that “Good Morning Adds” text that I get each morning. It’s the “Have you prayed today?”. It’s the “It’s going to be okay.”
He’s a sweeper. Someone has taught him. It’s not like riding a bike. You learn. You work it.
He sweeps me up. He gets these little wrinkles in the corner of his eyes when he smiles that “holla” at me. He makes me weak. He makes me giddy. Sweeps me right off my feet.
He dusts up all of the messes I make of my hectic life. If it can be taken on, I sign myself up. He sweeps all day long. Cleans up every detail I leave undone.
He sweeps me up when I’m a wreck. There are those phone calls where I answer “hello” in a blubbery mess. The words he uses are like a swaddling blanket to a newborn. He can literally hold me long distance with his tender heart.
He sweeps up all my body image issues with one glance and sigh. He swept up every fear I have about being a teacher with one “Addie, you know you’re incredible.”
I’ve found myself a sweeper. He gets it from somewhere.
This one is for my fiancé. But for his dad, Bob, too. I’ve seen Bob answer phone calls from his children and just wrap them up in love. That “Hello” he gives can calm any anxiety we call him about. Those “I miss you” texts can put to death any nerves I have ever had about being apart of another family. He has this great gift of sweeping. Not with a broom, but with his actions and words. They they can gather you back together. It’s a gift.
I’ve been raised in this terrific family with the name “Harrison”, and I’m marrying into an incredible family with the name “Williams”. Both bear the name “Christ”. So, with this,
I am blessed.
(Written Fall 2016)
The Here and Now
Wowzers. I wrote that in the fall and just never posted it. Yesterday marked 4 months of having the name Williams and being married to Tyler. I found that first part in my drafts box, and thought it should be shared. Life is a better place because since he came along. He still sweeps me up after a hard day of student teaching or a frustrating day of job searching.
I gave a shout out to my father-in-law for teaching my husband tenderness and love. But, someone else who deserves recognition is God, himself. I am a believer in the timing of God. I believe that he has a plan that far exceeds any of my ideas. I believe that he is faithful, because he has proven it to me time and time again. I firmly believe that God put a desire in my heart to make my way up to Freed-Hardeman University in order to meet some incredible friends, mentors, and to have and to create great opportunities for service. I also am sure that God had a plan for me to meet my future spouse just days before I started college in order to have the confidence I would need to talk to him again on the first day of classes. (Have I ever mentioned that we had an 8:30 together the first day of school, when the role was called I heard his name, turned around from the front row, waved a huge embarrassing wave, and he never came back to that class? Yep, he changed his schedule.) I’ll never forget the feeling I had sitting next to him at that first Clayton Chapel. We’ve been inseparable since.
I know God was working then, and He is working still today. When I roll out of bed at 6:20 to make his sandwich, go to work/class, call each other on the way home, start dinner, discuss the budget, and search for jobs–He is here in our midst working.
Just like when David went to fight Goliath. Or when Joseph was sold as a slave by his brothers. Just like He was there when Jesus was in the garden praying. Wow. The same God who listens to the prayers of Jesus Christ listens to this 21 year-old wife trying to find a job in a new city.
How incredible is this?
Thankful for my man and his love for me. Thankful for my God and his faithfulness and peace upon me.
You are so incredible, and you deserve to be appreciated.
I have a list of twelve things you should know:
I am so excited to marry your son! He is absolutely incredible.
Once we are married, we are one. And I believe that makes me your daughter and you my mom. (Whatever to all that “in law” stuff.)
Yes, thank you for raising the man I love so dearly, for trusting me to be good for him, and for teaching him honesty. Did I mention he is incredible? And it’s not by accident.
I’m sorta upset that you are such a great cook. He now wants me to feed him home cooked meals, but you have set the bar so very high. (But, I am not upset enough not to come to your house for dinner.:) )
Thank you for teaching him how to show love. He had to learn it from you and Bob. I am so very loved by him. He shows me in the way he takes care of me, the way he opens the doors for me, carries my luggage, plays with my hair, supports me in all my projects, watches my favorite TV shows, listens to me talk for hours, and dreams with me. (Obviously there is too much to list.)
Thanks for believing in what we have. You notice how much we want to be together and don’t act as if getting married is such a far fetched idea.
Thank you for allowing me to be in you family before we even say, “I do”. Being asked to be in family photos makes me feel so included and loved. It’s like saying “We want to include you in all our memories no matter how it all turns out”. Thank you for taking me on your family vacations, for the “I love and miss you” texts, and for all the times you ask for my opinion and help in the kitchen.
Sorry for the times I have talked your ears off or eaten all your groceries. You are the first family that I have loved as much as my own. I am new to this.
Our kids are going to be so blessed to have you as their grandmother. I know you are going to do a terrific job and ROCK at the grandma status. (We ask that you maybe just don’t mention grandchildren for a few years though.)
Thank you for sharing all you have. To name a few: Your son, home, ideas, stories, time, and the rest of your family. (Especially all the pre-school supplies, recipes, traditions, and Pinterest pins. How cannot I not thank you for introducing me to Chicken Delada?)
Thank you for letting me invade your home.(Remember those first few times I came to visit, and I think Bob had to sleep in the recliner and I took Hannah’s bed? Sorry for the invasion. Also that time I helped you move out and probably saw more of your house than you cared for me to see. Don’t worry, we all have those storage rooms and junk drawers.)
This one is a freebie: Could there be any greater MIL(love)?
Marriage. It is all I want sometimes. It is always on my mind. It is our goal this year. Ya know, casual but lofty. It is what most all our conversations turn into. Marriage. The reality is: merging two lives is actually a lot of work.
But, a whole lot of excitement. Being one with him and God. Funny, no one really provides a crash course on how to be a wife. You only get one shot. Wife 101. It should be a course.
In my college career I’ve only made about 5 grades lower than an A. One of which was Marriage and the Family, and the other was Child Development (Motherhood 101). It just makes me giggle a lot.
It is easier than you would think to get sucked into being the typical American engaged couple. Oh, buddy. I want to post every picture I take with my fiancé, write a sappy post about how he is better than your significant other, and how we were made for each other. We text each other how many days until we say “I do” daily. I want to register for every Fiesta Ware color, pick out the nicest Kitchen Aid Mixer, the softest sheets, and go ahead and name our twin boy and girl that who knows if we will actually have. I pin everything Joanna Gaines is mentioned in, and I have a whole secret board for the honeymoon plans.
I am an imperfect girl marrying a imperfect man and trying to plan a perfect future. It is so stressful, because it isn’t possible.
Recently my eyes were open to how much I put my faith in my own ability. I am putting the pressure on me to provide for our family while Tyler is (hopefully) in grad school. I am worried about where we are going to live, where we might find jobs, if we are even going to have jobs, who will our friends be after college, and how long is it going to take to pay off loans. (So on and so on.) It seemed like as soon as I said “Yes” reality set in that this is a real commitment to one-another and choices we make are real–they create the story we tell our children one day.
God has always provided for us. If I believe He brought my fiancé and I together from Mobile to a Tuscumbia Mission Repot to our 9:30 Health and Wellness MWF class and two and a half years of dating, I should have full reason to believe He is going to take of us through the years of engagement/marriage.
He has brought me to this point, not to just let me drown. He has brought me to this point, not to let me drop. He has brought me to this point, not to let me fail. He has brought me to this point, because He is faithful. We will make it past this point. We will laugh and cry and celebrate all the way through. We will make it, and we will do it with as much grace as we can muster up. Together. My God and I. We’ve done it before, but this time we are adding my husband to the team.
So, before you do what I did and freak out about the reality of merging two lives, remember Who got you this far.
Maybe I’m not the only one dealing with the emotions of total excitement and joy-stealing stress. Comment your concerns and hopefully we can help one-another.
If you made it through this step of your life and have some tips, comment.