The Golden Globe awards were on last night, the show which honors not only television but movie shows, their actors and actresses. I had a vested interest in the outcome for the “Into the Woods” cast–not ONE award–shock!
Of course, the real reason I watched was for the fashions–who was wearing what. Katherine Heigl’s gown was the loveliest, IMHO. The color, the cut, the train….wow.
Aside from the fashions and mostly amusing banter from the co-hosts, the real gems of the evening were the very precious thank you speeches from those who totally did not expect to win.
Amy Adams said she forgot to apply lip gloss before coming on stage, Michael Keaton who honored his best friend–his son, and Patricia Arquette, who acknowledged her mom.
People always thank their mom. God also gets a few nods.
All those heartfelt speeches had me practicing my own speech in my head between commercials. I’d wander into the kitchen for a glass of water and envision myself on stage in a lovely gown–something by Caroline Herrera, royal blue, stunning (and of course I’d be thin. And young.)
You know you’ve imagined the same, dressed in a gown OR a tux.
But my friends, this is no imaginary life we live. Someday we will be saying our thank yous in front of a large audience with one Very Important Person front and center.
There will be crowds.
There will be music.
Our vestments will shine.
But what will we say?
I know where I’d start. My award would be for writing. Something.
(Trust me, I have pictures–it’s a gorgeous dress. It wouldn’t fit me, but it’s gorgeous.)
Jennifer for Tell His Story and Kelli at Unforced Rhythms.
*My sister Laurie took this photo of the beach in Cardiff, CA
Josh Groban is
“Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”.
The sweet and gentle
resolution of the violin and oboes
slows me down to hear your
Not the out loud from
the rooftops kind,
but quiet as the roots of
a tree digging down
in the dark,
where we need it.
You tether and train the branches
so I can build a tree house
for all the world to see up top,
waving bright flags
to the busy, noisy world
calling, “Isn’t life grand?”
But your towering quiet
a tree is beautiful and strong,
growing not just up and out
but down as well,
anchored in what matters–
the soil of who you are
living with the leaves of
who I am,
splendoring the world
with shade and space,
quiet, strong, sure.
You stay put and
I’ll climb up,
letting the banners fly,
declaring these words,
“Isn’t God grand?”
Jody L. Collins c. 2012
Three months ago when my husband was getting ready retire I was not looking forward to the transition. A friend who prayed for us gave us this verse, which was a little odd at the time, but it actually fits perfectly. To my surprise and delight my precious husband has the kitchen clean when I get home from work, vacuums the floors (his idea) and sorts our clean laundry without me asking. AND, he doesn’t mind when I listen to Josh singing his heart out with the volume way up while I cook. Yes, my husband is a gift. And yes, our God is grand. (Thinking of something my friend Emily Wierenga wrote about marriage…) and linking with the Soli Deo Gloria Community