BLAIR SCRAPBOOK PROJECT

This one is long, blame Lisa.

Occasionally, I like to grab a cup of coffee, settle back in my antique Windsor dining chair in my home office, and catch up on Lisa Whelchel's life via her official website. She not only reminds me how important home-schooling, my family, and my relationship with God is, but also hands out all sorts of helpful hints when it comes to scrapbooking (she is a self-described "scrapbook addict". Obviously, I won't post the entire entry from March 21st here (Lisa won't let me link her entries, they come up in Pop Up form!), but I will post some of my favorite highlights:

On not being able to attend a big scrapbooking "conference" do to an opportunity to "witness":

I was disappointed but I knew in my heart that, although scrapbooking will leave a heritage for my children and hopefully generations to come, it didnTt hold the same potential for eternal impact as sharing my testimony and offering an invitation to a personal relationship with God.

On the "witnessing" opportunity being cancelled:

They felt awful about the last minute cancellation but I assured them that I completely understood and, not that I prayed for this, but I would certainly accept this as a sweet gift from my heavenly Father.

On losing all the film in her camera (the night before she needed 200 photos to scrapbook! Oh No!), and taking charge of the situation:

So I stayed up til past midnight organizing all of my 200 - 300 photos for the new album. I thought, *God sure does work in mysterious ways.*

And, my personal favorite, Lisa's speaks candidly of her competitive streak when it comes to Leg Wrestling:

What I hadn't bargained for was a leg-wrestling match with the CK Magazine founder, Lisa Bearnson. But I just couldn't resist. She had already leg-wrestled three other people and solidly beaten them within seconds. The competitive streak in me flashed to the surface and before I knew what I was saying, I was challenging her to a leg-wrestling match right up there on the stage. I was barely on the ground before I felt myself tumble head-over-heels and I was sorely beaten. (Emphasis on "sore" the next day - what a sad commentary.)

OH LISA. STOP.

REALLY. STOP.