I’m A Party Just Waiting To Happen…

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I’m A Party Just Waiting To Happen!

All At Once I Came Alive…

Out of the shadows,

bound for the gallows

A dead man walking

till Love came calling.

Rise up!

Six feet under,

I thought it was over.

An answer to prayer,

the voice of a Savior…

Rise up!

All at once I came alive.

This beating heart, these open eyes.

The grave let go.

The darkness should have known,

You’re still rolling stones…”

 

I am my Beloved’s and He is more than mine!

My name is Tammy Ingram and I’m a party just waiting to happen!  Don’t believe me?  Come rejoice with me as we celebrate these truths through daily profession that are written in the Word of God about US (God’s chosen beloveds) and you’ll understand where my obnoxious optimism and joy comes from!

I’m a party just waiting to happen; filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy waiting to pop (1 Peter 1:8)!  Angels rejoice over me (Luke 15:10) as the demons flee in pure terror (James 4:7).  Ha!  Top that off, the Lord God Almighty Himself dances over me as He serenades me with His Love (Zephaniah 3:17).  You see, I am chosen by God (John 15:16) and this beloved not only has favor with man and understanding, but F-A-V-O-R with the Lord God Almighty (Luke 2:52).  Hello! 

I mean, I am called His Work of Art, His Masterpiece (Ephesians 2:10), after all.  Even before the creation of the world, I was planned and chosen (Ephesians 1:4).  I am always on my Lord’s mind and He thinks about me constantly (Psalms 139:17-18), which is probably why I’m considered the apple of His eye (Psalm 17:8). 

And no, God is N-O-T thinking about putting me in a straitjacket either! 

I lack no good thing (Psalm 34:10) and I was predestined for success by none other than the Lord God Almighty Himself (Romans 8:28-30).  I am placed and seated with God, a royal priesthood, chosen by God as His very own.  My value comes from being the KING’S daughter with royal blood running through my veins, part of His chosen generation, peculiar people we are (1 Peter 2:9), and NOT from my own achievements.

Meditating on these TRUTHS should be a part of our daily regimen and dance (worship).  Talk about a confidence builder, knowing where to run for safety and refuge and where to pick up and receive this treasure trove reminding us of our worth and value being God’s pursued child.  Speaking and prophesying God’s promises over our lives so we DO NOT BELIEVE the LIES of the enemy that so easily entangle us!

And as my fav Lisa Bevere said, “God has a way of taking every bad choice, every misstep and redeeming it, not just for our future, but for the benefit of others.”

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Look up, child!  God’s still rolling stones… 

You might start understanding where my joy comes from.  Stick around!  It won’t take long.  I can’t wait until you’re able to look into the mirror and see who God created: Beautiful You!

This is why I’ve decided to share and publish each week my commitment in reaching and teaching our amazing homeless beloveds this Bible study I’m writing called God’s Great Love Changes Everything!

Introducing the love of our Father through the magnificent works of the Holy Spirit’s transformation is simply believing and experiencing what the Bible says about us daily through application.  There’s so much love, contentment and healing to be experienced this side of heaven. 

Removing our veils of shame; acknowledging and believing who we were created to be is powerful; filled with joy, laughter and lots of celebratory dancing…

Celebrating Each Other

There’s no competition here.  This CEO considers the acronym CEO to mean Celebrating Each Other. 

I was once so tired trying to belong and fit in and be accepted anywhere and everywhere with whomever, I resolved to suicidal tendencies, even driving off a 350-foot cliff.  Nothing short of miraculous being alive today!  Trying to perform and conform to society’s standards just to be loved and accepted is exhausting, isn’t it?

This might help shed light on why I wrote Rejection Is Merely A Redirection last year.

We all just want to be loved, find where we fit in, you know, that place of belonging that says we’re enough just the way we are (beautiful enough, smart enough, sophisticated enough, loved enough), being seen and acknowledged that our lives do matter.  No judgment and/or condemnation here.  Blameless’ motto:  There is no shame in our game; Jesus is His Name!

Just ask my grown sons who are 26 and 33; they’ll agree, I’m one crazy Grammy Tammy!

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Your life is a party waiting to happen!  We’re all in this together.  Nothing would make me happier than hearing you tap into these truths while living them out.  One blossoming, confident beloved!

If you follow us each week with your Bible, you’ll experience through laughter, sometimes even raw and candid vulnerability, transformation ushering in celebration as these truths become part of your own makeup.

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Until next time…

Thank You For Being…

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I Just Washed My Hair and I Can’t Do A THING With It!

It’s Hard Being Me!

For Girls Only

What was I thinking???  I succumbed to the pressures of his relentless requests.  Between his text messages, phone calls, church attendance and his random notes tied around bouquets of roses (which stole my heart ♥♥), I don’t know if I was feeding into his vanity with my polite attentiveness or allowing his tenacity to usher in a one-up.

Honestly, I have not been out on a “real date” in over ten years and I was more than comfortable with that.  My picker had malfunctioned and led me down a path of heartache in the past, but you’ve got to give a girl credit for risking everything for love a couple of times, right?  Especially with her rejection record.  Talk about courage and strength!

And no, don’t ask me who it was.  For my eyes only!  I will share, he was indeed a tall, dark drink of water who wears a uniform sometimes 24 hours a day!  Oh, my palpitating heart! 

Ha!  That could mean anyone from First Responders to UPS drivers.  I’m bad, I know…  A girl’s got to keep SOME secrets, you know!

Oh, and in case you are still trying to figure it out, don’t forget that seasonal shopping is upon us and Santa Claus wears his uniform 24/7!

I’m so bad…  And I’m loving every minute of it!!!  My blog has been way too serious.  Now it’s time to have some fun and be me!

Life is and should be a box of chocolates!

Normally whether I’m in court, doing chaplain work, barking at our INJUSTICE system or running around town, my look consists of a dress and long blonde hair.  In court the suit wins, but around town, the long hair tucked behind the ears is who Grammy Tammy is. 

Gotta keep a youthful appearance, right?  I like the easy-breezy side.

So getting ready for this long-awaited date with “the” tall, dark and very persistent handsome man should require a little extra prepping time getting ready, right?  Well, I showered and got ready like any typical day except I gave myself an extra 30 minutes to prepare for perfection. 

Oh my!  Fatal mistake number one.

Once I finished blow drying my hair, it looked amazing; never looked better.  It almost resembled a straight iron along with the soft curls.  Only us girls know what that looks like. 

So I got dressed and brushed my teeth for the last time.  Gotta have spearmint breath, right?  Yes, even us grandmas worry about that same stuff, girls; especially me!  It’s kind of an OCD thing with me. 

I glanced over at the clock and realized I had 40 minutes until I had to leave to meet my date.  Well, shoot, with that amount of time left over, I glanced at myself in the mirror and thought I could do better. 

So I brushed the hair out along with the curls and combed in the frizz.  I added some hairspray and low and behold, my beautiful perfection turned into a breeding, raging bird’s nest.

Come on, girls, we know what we do with our hair when we keep on messing with it?  Think about a silky, thin-haired blonde with hairspray and a back-comb; oh Lord, have mercy!  Can I hear the screams from a bird’s nest?

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Do I hear a meltdown?  Yep, you got it!  Oh, it was so much more.  Not even a bottle of Jesus Juice (wine) could have taken away the sting from the pain that I saw looking back at me.

And now the clock strikes past and I am late…

What’s a girl to do when meltdowns ensue all in the name of love and vanity?  She throws the hair behind the ears instead of up in a tight bun and dashes out the door leaving behind a trail of tears.

Now we welcome the Gene Simmons’ look from Kiss, you know, the black racoon eyes.  Just beautiful!

Here God tells us in His Word that our beauty is to be adorned with the lasting beauty that is found in our hearts, filled with a gentle and quiet spirit (1 Peter 3:3-4) and not the hair, makeup, jewelry and fine clothes that we put on and believe beautifies us.

God never said natural beauty was full of chaos and meltdowns.  This exit resembled more like ravens fleeing from a comfy nest!

After the meltdown and feeling less-than beautiful for my tall, dark drink of water, I rose to the occasion, bad hair day and all. 

Here my Romeo dared to be late (strike three) or he was hiding, sitting at the bar laughing his assets off as to how I looked with my bird’s nest and racoon eyes, and my mountain of irritation was at full bar. 

Once my Romeo announced his arrival, our eyes met, and the evening and chaos was met with anything but good times.  Our restaurant was surrounded with mirrors and every mirror was filled with an admirer:  Romeo and My Hair! 

My nest gave birth to the definition of Carly Simon’s song, “You’re So Vain.”

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht.
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf, it was apricot.
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself go by.
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner,

and

You’re so vain.
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain.
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!

 

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