For the Love of Trouble

Trouble wears her name well. I was fortunate to spend some time with her earlier. The conversations we have are some of the most heavy hitting of any I've ever had with anyone. She walked up to me in the foyer of the physical church building and asked, "So what's new that you can talk about?" We hugged as we always do... unless of course one of us ain't hugging that day for whatever the reason....

Like I was sharing with Trouble, I know individuals who say that most of their closest friends, along with themselves, smoke weed on a regular basis. They do not honestly see any thing wrong with it. And I know that someone reading this might just fall on that side too. All I can say is that I personally do not believe it is the thing to do. Does that mean I won't walk through life with that individual?.... with you? No, that's not what that means.

For the love of Trouble.... we understand that all we can do is be there. To pray for whatever is going on that is causing someone to want to do drugs in the first place. For most know that it may start with weed but rarely stays there..... it can have life long affects... and effects....

Trouble is old enough to be my grandmother. We both believe that Jesus is answer. There is no age gap in that belief.

Pray for Trouble's extended family. And pray for your own and mine too. Drugs do touch all of our lives whether or not we inhale, snort, shoot up,....... ourselves.

Conversations With Austin

First I have to start by saying.... Man, I love that kid. Thank You, Lord for the gift of him.

Austin and I have the most in-depth conversations normally when going to and from the physical church building. Hubby and I believe in sharing with our sons what is truly happening in our lives on age (spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical) level scale. Today's conversation was raw and honest to the core.

Austin has been called into the ministry. The specifics are not known as of yet. He is definitely a leader already and greatly involved in numerous areas. The conversation today was the perfect opportunity to really speak about the struggles, that as individuals, we can have about listening to God and following His will no matter what that means.

Along the lines of "God's will permitting"..... We talked about the fact that I plan things as a woman minister with the understanding that I follow his dad. I am committed to being wherever he is at and whatever God has for our lives. At times, that definitely puts me in a strange and uncomfortable place. I wouldn't be any where else honestly. I'm not an in the box type of person. That's not who God has called me to be...... nor my hubby.... or our family.

I am so thankful for conversations with Austin. I am grateful that his love for God outweighs his comfort level. And that he understands that his mom looks to his dad as the spiritual leader of our household. Yes, his mom was called into ministry also..... But not to overshadow his dad. His dad supports his mom 100% as his mom does him. We do so with the understanding that at the beginning of the day, at the end..... and every moment in the middle.... it is not about us....

It is all about Him. And after all.... aren't all Christ-followers called to follow Him... to serve?

God's Will Permitting. Tranformers.

Someone noticed that I have started saying, "God's will permitting."

God's will permitting.... for while one can make plans for tomorrow, tomorrow is truly an unknown.

And yes, at this moment we are seeking God's will for our lives. Aren't we always supposed to be?

At this moment, we are in a specific time of transition. We ask for your prayers.

I submit to you, however, as Christ-followers, we should remain in the state of transition.

Why? Growing in Him. Not remaining the same today as we were yesterday.

He is the Ultimate Transformer!

Crashing Waves

If you are a Christ-follower, where are you this moment?

Are you in the boat, sitting all nice and neat and safe?

Or are you out in the crashing waves knowing it is only with His hand can you walk?

Engulf His Word. Let it permeate your heart. And then ask His help.

Get out of the boat and into the crashing waves.

Know that He is there ready to meet you.

Don't be lukewarm or cold. Be HOT!

Crashing Waves. His net is secure.

You Raise Me Up

Today concluded the parenting class that I have been teaching the last 10 weeks at our physical church building. As I sit here thinking back over the classes, I cannot help but be beyond thankful. My main purpose as a Bible study teacher, no matter what the particular study may concentrate on, is to always bring individuals back to the cross and to the empty tomb. To help each individual grow in their walk with Jesus or to want to start one if they haven't already. Another purpose is to come up along side of them and help them in areas where they might need a hand. This sort of thing is not possible in of my own accord. It is only possible with the guidance of His Spirit.

I started off the very first class by being as transparent as I know how to be. And I stayed that course for the remainder of the classes. One thing I've learned time and time again, the more I show myself to be real, the more real I become. Apparently, at times, I can be intimidating. Or so I've been told. One of the Titus 2 women in my life told me before this class, "Camey? You just let your hair down and let them see you." I even took my shoes off and provided chocolate like I do for my Sunday group. God is good.

This class was by far one of the best ones I've ever been a part of. It is only in Him that I boast. For it is only Him who can take such a diverse group of women and a teacher like me and come up with a formula for success. In January, God's will permitting of course, I am scheduled to teach a marriage class. Upon sharing this information with this class, I asked for a show of hands of those who would be interested, all but one raised her hand. I asked a couple of the women afterwards what could I do next time to help them get even more out of the study than they did this time. They both said, "Camey? Do it like you did this one. Continue to follow His lead."

I am convinced all the more after this class that my research over the years holds true. That individuals long for others to come up along side of them and simply walk with them - warts and all. When we are able to share from our hearts, all pretenses left at the door, the Word can truly come alive in ways that are only possible because of Him. I shared my struggles as a Christ-follower, as a wife, and as a parent. And they in turn, shared back. And in the end, we were each brought back to the cross and the empty tomb.

It is finished because He alone raised each one of us up.

Signed,
A grateful teacher and life long student

Marriage: It Takes More Than Two

So..... I start this with a confession. Normally, hubby/Brother G, is gone on Mondays. I had been planning on blogging on this subject today for a couple of weeks now. He didn't leave home until just a little bit ago. Apparently, I've been walking around with a certain kind of smile on my face all day. He kept calling me out on it. He knows I am up to something. What, he doesn't know.... It is no coincidence that I am writing on this subject today and he is doing what he is doing tonight.... preaching to pastors/preachers on the subject of marriage. As I sit here at his computer listening to his music and having lifted him up in prayer, I am filled with joy.

Earlier, he gave me his sermon outline to read. I had to laugh. If you remember back in the post on "Spiritual Intimacy," I referenced a certain commercial. He has the same reference as part of his sermon. And I think that goes to show the validity of this post even more so. He and I are on the same page. That doesn't necessarily happen because of the two of us.... but because of the three. We are not in this marriage just as a husband and a wife; nor as a man and woman alone.

As with the premise behind "Spiritual Intimacy," I write about marriage and he preaches. One thing we've learned over our many years together, marriage is not just about us. It cannot fully be all God intends for it to be when we're in it for ourselves. The world tells us that if we're not happy 24/7, and/or if our spouse is not meeting all our needs/wants, it's okay for us to just leave. Yet, one thing we know for certain is that it is humanly impossible for any one person to meet all our needs. They were not intended to do so in the first place. Marriage should be based on the foundation of God and then built with His guiding hand every single day, not just on Sunday or before chowing down at the table or at some holiday.

One thing that can help couples become closer in their marriage is praying together. It definitely works for us. They don't have to be fancy, formal, long prayers. Just prayers that speak from the heart and are open to the fact that God truly knows what is best for us even when we can't always see tomorrow or the next moment. In understanding better what is best for us also comes the fact that it may and probably will include trials and storms.... It is being found faithful to looking to Him through the thick and thin... and then to each other. His love is what truly binds two hearts together and intertwines them as one.

Marriage is made even more complicated when a child or children are involved. One reason why so many marriages are in trouble today is that the couple has forgotten to be a couple. They've become so engrossed in being "mom" or "dad" or "the parents" that they don't make time to stay connected like they were before. Dating each other is vital to having a healthy marriage. Does that mean that the dates have to be expensive and the two of you get all dolled up or dressed to the nines? Nah. Dates can be simply going out for coffee, grabbing a bite to eat, sitting and talking without any interruptions. We had a great date just this past Saturday night. We went to a matinee movie, had dinner and then got coffee. We were home by 8:30 p.m. And yet, that date spoke volumes to our children about their parents and our marriage. We aim for at least one date a week.

Marriage should be a triangle with God as the center top point.

If you're married? How's it going this moment? Where is God in it? And where are you with God?

More to come on this subject. Stay tuned.

TURKEY!

Okay local church body. We need 125 more turkeys by this Sunday.

That's by this Sunday. Please do your part to help make this a blessed Thanksgiving for neighbors in our community.

C'mon....... TURKEYS!

On Being Silent.

It always strikes me as funny when someone says to me that I am being too silent. I received that message from two different individuals today. Interestingly enough? I'm not normally around these two people that often in the first place. This is my official position on being silent.

There are definitely times when I am silent on purpose. My thoughts or opinions on a particular issue are not necessarily warranted. Instead of just being another voice in the crowd, I choose to be silent. Now that does not mean that I do not care about the issue at hand, it just means that I probably would not have any thing new to add to the conversation. Or it could mean that what I might add could be taken a couple of ways. Instead of taking the chance on being misunderstood and then possibly taken out of context when quoted, I keep my mouth shut.

What really struck me though about one of the times this morning, I was being silent because I had been talking and then decided to listen instead. When I closed my mouth, opened my ears, and truly listened, I knew it was not necessary for me to say more. To do so would have been squashing the Spirit's voice telling me to stay silent.

There are times when it is okay for me to speak. There are other times when it is best for me to be silent. In my own relationship with the Lord, I'd rather stay silent because He has told me to, than to open my mouth and be being disobedient just to have a voice on an issue.

That's my official position on being silent.

Signed,
Sometimes silence is golden

It's Okay to Say "No"

Hubby and I have been doing a good amount of praying, studying, and trying to model what we believe God has laid out for us as parents. At times that does require saying "No" to others. Even if you do say, "Oh, Geez!" at the thought.

Brother G just received a phone call from someone. They were wanting Brother G and I to go out to dinner with them. They have free passes for dinner at a restaurant that is having their grand opening. We've been talking about this restaurant opening for months. Months. It is without a doubt one of our favorites. It is one of our fondest memories of the big city life. Brother G said, "No." I said, "Oh, Geez!" and then quickly came to my senses.

We're often told that in ministry it is a bad idea to say "no" when someone calls like that. I submit to you this is not always the case. Such as tonight.... Hubby (aka the boys' dad) has been working on dinner for the five of us for the last 30 minutes. He's grilling some chicken. Yum. The boys all know the intent is to sit down together, eat, and share as a family. What would it have said to them if we had suddenly said we were going out and they were staying home instead?

The restaurant will still be there tomorrow.. (hopefully.. this is small town Texas remember?) The individuals are more than just ministry associates. But our boys? They deserve quality time with their parents. They deserve our undivided attention.

It's okay to say "No"..... Your family might just thank you.

Signed,
A Thankful Wife and Mother

Pulled Up Street Signs

There are currently numerous pulled up street signs all over this highly secure gated community. I must confess... this perplexes the heck out of me. It also has caused me to think about the signs in our own lives.

When coming up to the end of our running buddies' street, there used to be a Stop sign. Now, it is hanging out in the grass as if someone has given permission to just turn one way or another without even stopping to look both directions. They live off one of the main roads that go through this highly secure gated community. It is full of twists and curves. Some of which are located right by their street. Just turning without looking both ways could result in an accident. Should there be a Stop sign or perhaps a Yield sign instead? Is a sign really even needed at all?

One sign that I think has been overlooked here in this highly secure gated community is in regards to the high population of deer. I, personally, think it would be greatly beneficial to have "Deer Crossing" signs in areas where the deer are known to hang out. Given where our home is, it is not uncommon to have 10 to 50 deer on either side of the street... at some point, they are going to want to cross the street. Can't tell you the number of times I've had to hit the breaks because of those precious deer. Oh, for those who don't know... if you hit a deer, you get a ticket. They even send an ambulance for the deer if it is hurt or killed. I know where the deer are for the most part because I live here. What about for those who are just visiting or are new? Yes, the deer are part of what draws many to this highly secure gated community and yet, they can be an utter nuisance. Or perhaps it us humans that are so....

Without signs, do we know which way to go or not? Do we know to slow down or that a sharp turn is coming up ahead? Do we know that 15 mph is the best speed instead of 40? Do we know that there is a school zone ahead? Do we realize the road we are on is a dead end?

While the pulled up street signs have perplexed the heck out of me.. they've also given me much food for thought:

• Do we have pulled up street signs in our own lives?
• Do we even really pay attention to most of the signs we see daily?
• Do we come to a complete stop when the sign says to or do we just yield or slide right on by?
• What signs need to put down firmly that aren't currently even there?

As always, your comments and prayer requests are welcome here. Let that be a sign that God loves you today wherever you are.


*This Just In via email: The signs were pulled up in masses due to a signage replacement program by the highly secure gated community. When will the new signs will be put into place? Now THAT remains to be seen. Until then, please drive with caution.

November 8, 2006 - 2007

I've been asked to reflect upon this day last year and my thoughts on what the Lord has taught me over the time in-between the dash until today. To start, I will share part of an email that numerous individuals received from me a year ago:

"Dear Ones, Today I walked outside the front door to get the mail. Oh how the warmth brushed my face and brought a smile to it with its touch. Upon returning to the door, I noticed a package in front of it, directly in front of it. The same door I had walked out of just moments before. The package was addressed to me. Upon opening it I found a box, a card and a certificate. Inside the box contained a heart, a cross and an anchor on a charm. The note read in part as follows: "A cross to remind us of why we do what we do, a heart to remind us to do all through His love and an anchor that grounds us when storms blow." Our God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. He has no birth date. He has always been and will always be. So while the storm may appear to be blowing still in our grieving process, the anchor is secure. We are on solid ground. For while you all know how much I loved my daddy, it in no way compares to my Father."

As I sit here looking at that heart, cross, and anchor, I cannot help but smile and be filled with joy. Daddy passed on a week before his 66th birthday. The package arrived on November 8th - a week later. I've been asked to share specifically what I've learned about ministry since that day. It is from the perspective of a thankful heart that I share the following....

I've had some of the most difficult moments in ministry since that day. And yet, some of the most rewarding. The journey is one that keeps me on my knees and literally on my toes. I've been called to walk with the seen and the unseen and at times it has been surprising which ones are which. And yet, I know it comes as no surprise to Him. I've been in hotel rooms, on the side of the road, in the physical church building, beside a bed at hospitals, caskets.... just to name a few; wherever He has told me to go.

Through it all, I would have to say that the biggest blessings and lessons have honestly come from right where I am currently at this moment.... in the home... Our life is complicated and yet really very simple. Each of the individuals who live in this home are Christ-followers. Each are growing and seeking His face daily. We've cried tears, had the most serious of serious talks, laughed, hugged, and yes... as is expected, even at times, been angry. Yet, through it all we've learned to trust in Jesus.. God... even more.

Last night, hubby was talking to one of his aunts on the phone. As I sat there listening to him talk about daddy.... I couldn't help but smile so deeply in my soul.... I'm incredibly blessed to have had a Godly man like daddy. Yet, the one whom I was sitting on the bed beside of blows me away all the more. And honestly, it is all because of the heart, cross and the anchor that is God.... is Jesus Christ.

Signed,
A Most Thankful Child of God

Social Hazard: More Than a T

It is not a secret that the guys in our household enjoy wearing t-shirts with sayings on them. Austin came home just a bit ago. As he walked up to me to talk about his day so far, I couldn't help but notice which shirt he was wearing today. It says, "Social Hazard: I Will Not Conform." It references Romans 12:2, which says: "Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will."

They purposefully wear t-shirts to make individuals think and/or to help start conversations or to make various statements. Yes, even hubby/Brother G with his Speed Racer shirt. I'll save that one for another time. That is the truth in writing...... lol

Austin was sitting on my right side last night when we were listening to his middle brother play in the band. I asked him if being at a football stadium reminded him of days back when he was in public school. His response to me was, "Nah. Not really. I would much rather do school the way I do it now."

Austin attends a home school academy which meets at our physical church building. This is his second year to do so. He has been home schooled now since the middle of his seventh grade year. He is in tenth grade this year. We took him out of the public school system we were a part of back then due to the system failing him. It was without question the right thing to do.

Our two other sons both attend public schools. They will continue to do so for now. We believe that as their parents, it is our God-given responsibility and privilege to do what is in the best interest of each child and our family as a whole. We believe that God is the Ultimate Teacher and, then, we as their parents follow. We do not believe that at any point in time are we to surrender their education strictly to others; whether it be the public system or a home school academy or a private school....... nor....... to the church alone.

For Austin in particular.... he will tell you that the most important events in history are the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. And frankly, these parents are thankful that he will not conform; for to do so would go against every thing he lives and breathes by his own decision to do so.

His shirt is more than a T....... It is ALIVE.

How are you purposefully renewing your mind today? And are you being truly transformed?

And the Band Played On.

Tonight will go down in our books as another first. Trav's band was playing for the game between the only two middle schools in town. Since Brother G was at the physical church building for a meeting... I had the privilege of being the chauffeur for Austin, Parker, my mom, Hoover (aka her boyfriend) and of course Travis.

It was fairly chilly outside given the fact that we've had a bit of a cold front come through since last night. Given the fact that it is November, it is greatly welcomed. Travis loves playing the trumpet as I've shared before. He really enjoys being in the band especially since most of it takes place during school hours.

Our sons do not participate in sports other than the occasional game of golf or shooting hoops in front of our home or throwing the baseball or football with their brothers and/or friends. We believe that most organized sports takes too much time away from our family and what we are committed to in living life. It is a decision that our sons fully support.

As I sat there videotaping Travis off and on..... I couldn't help but watch his face and how he interacted with the other middle school students. He doesn't miss a beat that is really important in his life. And the band played on.

Huge Thank You!

I would personally like to thank Kim H. for substituting for me today for the parenting class. Although I hear she tried to get out of it when my hubby showed up to drop off the staples. Thank you Kim!

Can't wait to hear how things went in my absence. As always, God is good all the time.

Signed,
My Butt Stayed Home

PS: If you see me tonight and I walk the other direction. I'm avoiding hugging you. Trust me. You'll be glad.

HUGE PRAISE!

Briggs is being released from the hospital today! What a huge praise!

Definitely a miracle. Thank You, Lord.

Thank you to all who have prayed for Briggs and his family. Please continue to do so. One of the most powerful events I've witnessed was the 100+ men, women, and children who gathered one Saturday evening and prayed at the doors of Cooks Children's Hospital.

He was only given a couple of weeks to live. It just goes to show... No one truly knows except Him.

Psalm 118:8 says: "It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man."

Special Report: Golf Ministry. The Cranny.

Links Players International - Special Report
DALLAS - The regular meeting of the Board of Directors of Links Players International, held October 29-30, was anything but regular. Significant additions are leading to the expansion of the ministry in order to engage men and women to consider and accept Jesus Christ as their Savior, Lord, and Treasure.
Jeffrey Cranford named presidentTo begin, PGA professional Jeffrey Cranford, who played as a top club professional in the 2006 PGA Championship at Medinah Country Club, was named as the president of the organization, with the primary responsibility of presenting the vision of the ministry to golfers around the world.
Cranford has been an LPI board member since 2004, chosen primarily because of his long-time involvement as the head of Highways & Hedges, a regional ministry in a California’s famous golf hotspot, the Coachella Valley. Through Highways & Hedges, Cranford has led Bible studies at La Quinta Country Club, Bermuda Dunes Country Club, Rancho La Quinta Country Club, Desert Horizons Country Club, The Vintage Club, and—beginning in November—the Trilogy Golf Club. All of this, as well as passing on these studies to leaders he has discipled, is in keeping with the Highways & Hedges mission to bring the Good News of Christ to those behind the walls of country clubs.
Cranford will lead the expression of this mission to golfers in the United States and abroad. At present, this is being done through two principal messages: (1) the need to conduct spiritual due diligence, an idea supported by the most recent series of Links Players Bible studies, authored by Cranford and Links Players COO Jeff Hopper, and (2) the inspirational message that “You’re Hired!”, a charge ignited by the parable of the workers in Matthew 20:1-16. Cranford and Hopper have begun work on a book that will encapsulate these and other important themes in engaging influential men and women to impact the world for Christ.
New Board members namedJoining Cranford at Links Players are three of his board members, who were elected to the LPI Board of Directors. These include Greg Solis of La Quinta, California; George Garza of Indio, California; and Harold Andrews of Dana Point, California. Also added to the LPI Board of Directors was Dennis Darville, Vice-President for Ministry Development for Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary in Wake Forest, North Carolina.
Mission-minded vision adoptedThese men, along with the standing Board of Directors of Links Players, approved an exciting new vision and mission for the ministry, one that emphasizes the missionary nature of the work being done regionally by Randy Wolff (hired in Dallas in January 2006) and Tom Gray (hired in Atlanta in August 2007). Read this new vision here.
Links Players will look to add regional directors in the Southwest, Northwest, North Central and Northeast regions of the United States. Seed money is being and will continue to be raised in order to bring these directors on board, enabling to begin their work as funding bases are developed to support them in their regions.
Media ministry expandsThe Links media ministries—which include www.linksplayers.com, the Links Daily Devotional, the Links Letter magazine, Links Players Bible studies, and Links resources such as the Course of Life and player testimony scorecard tracts—will be expanded to feature the teaching of Jeffrey Cranford and other Links Players national and regional leaders. In the beginning of 2008, audio and video resources will become increasingly available on the Links Players web site, offered as free downloads and on order as CDs and DVDs.
Because Highways & Hedges has been responsible for organizing outreaches at the PGA Tour’s Bob Hope Desert Classic and Buick Invitational, new Links Players resources will look to include DVDs from these events, as well as from a new event at the Nissan Open in Los Angeles.
Connections aboundWith the increase of regional activity and local Links Fellowships, the resources produced by Links Players will seek to meet the demands of these Fellowships for materials that promote spiritual growth among golfers.

Specific Prayer Request.

Parker was hurt today on the bus coming home from school. We have filed a complaint with the transportation department of our school district. We have fired off emails to the school principal and to his teachers concerning the matter.

Please pray that we handle this as Christian parents should. Please pray for all involved.... including the older kid who hurt our son.

Signed,
Parker's Mom

Monday Morning Confession

Having been born and raised in the church.... going to the physical church building on Sunday is a natural thing for me to do. Given the personal relationship I have with Jesus Christ... even more so.... Yesterday was not natural. It was beyond what my feeble mind can comprehend.

Ever since I've been teaching the parenting class (Bible study) on Tuesday mornings, I have been hit several times with various health issues. I'm currently having this one for about a week now. I woke up yesterday morning with the thought that I probably didn't need to go. In my quiet time with my Father I asked Him to show me clearly if I should go or not. He kept pushing me onwards. So, I went....

One thing I do often is challenge others in their thoughts & beliefs about worship. For those who know me in the flesh.. I know big surprise... I found myself walking into the sanctuary with a sense of unrest. Unrest? Yes, unrest. I thoroughly enjoying singing as a part of worship. There was no way I was going to sing. My throat feels as if hot coals are being prepared to cook some burgers and dogs. It is swollen like a pound of raw meat is in a ball getting ready to be pounded. So as I sat there preparing to worship... I prayed. My answer came rather quickly, "Be quiet with your mouth. Sing within your heart. Truly worship Me."

It was without question one of the most worshipful experiences I have ever had. I know I was questioned by some as to why I wasn't singing. Of course, when I wasn't hugging everyone it was sort of obvious. But what wasn't seen.....

I was moved beyond words. He continues to show me time and time again... Be still and know that I am God.

How do you need to be moved today? And will you... be still and know that He is God?

On The Side of the Road

Yesterday as Brother G and I were returning from the call out.... we kept having problems with the car. There were several times when we literally were on the side of the road for a few minutes. It was making a really loud noise and clearly the transmission was having issues. At one point, we stopped at the gas station closest to the back gate of the highly secure gated community to get transmission fluid. We finally made it and the car is parked safely in the driveway.

One thing that struck me: No one, at any of the times we were stopped along side of the road with the car hood up, stopped to offer help. I submit to you that is not how God wants us to go through life... Driving past others in need of help, so wrapped up in wherever we're going or what we will be doing that we think we don't have time to get involved. He wants us to be engage in the lives of others; to get out of our comfort zones and be willing to be the good Samaritan.

If you were on the side of the road, wouldn't you want someone to stop and help you?

Please keep praying for the individuals. There are little children involved too.

Cry Out To Jesus.

Brother G and I were called out of the house this afternoon. It was the type of call that we would prefer never come. It is one where there are no easy answers or band aids to fix it right up.

Tonight we're crying out to Jesus on behalf of several individuals. We ask that you join us in lifting them up.

Real men don't do that sort of thing. Pray for him too. Pray for him to come to Jesus.

Friday Night Lights N Sounds.

Last night found us at the high school football game. This is out of the ordinary for us given the fact that Austin, our 10th grader, does not attend the only public high school in town. We were there to watch Travis perform with his middle school band during half-time. They do that sort of thing in small town Texas. Pretty darn cool.

Trav had to be there early, so he and his daddy went in his daddy's car. Mom, Park and I went to McD's for dinner and then headed on to the game. As we were walking up to the entrance to the stadium, I ran into a friend I've haven't seen in awhile. She was connected to a ministry I used to be on staff at, but stepped down from when daddy was in the hospital. Her hubby is a police officer and was working another game in a different city. She had an extra ticket, therefore, and gave it to us. My hubby was at the entrance waiting for his girls and his youngest son.

We purposefully sat where we could exit right after half-time. This turned out to be good and bad. Good because we saw so many peeps from church as they came in. Bad because... well, people were coming and going - the concession stand was right behind us too. I couldn't help but have a blast watching people. I'm sort of funny that way. It was our last home game and so they announced the outgoing seniors and their parents/family. Again, more peeps we know. Funny how one can know what individuals are involved with and yet, not really get it until they see them in that context. Hmmmm

Austin's dad and Park had to leave before Trav got to perform. Austin needed to be picked up from work. Park was too cold. (He didn't listen when I said he needed to wear blue jeans. Can you say consequence?) So that left Trav's grandma and his mom to watch him during half-time. What struck us as funny about this is that this is the second time in just a couple of months that she and I have been the only females from our family sitting in the stands at a high school football game on a Friday night. Truth being told here - Boerne made the G look like it was asleep. I had my left hand up as I was waving to some friends when my mom said, "Wow. Aren't your rings beautiful. They don't out shine you though." If you remember.... they were her wedding rings for 44 years before they became mine. We side hugged and then had to laugh. We finally found Trav in the crowd as they came down on the sidelines. He just kept waving to us and pointing us out to his friends, who kept waving in return. What a smile on that kid's face..

Half-time was amazing. Watching Travman along with the high school band and the two middle school bands is something I will never forget. He was in-between the 40 and the 50 yard line, right up front. He struck a pose the whole time he was playing his heart out on his trumpet. Man, can that kid play....... As I was videotaping, my hand was kind of shaking... I was nervous and excited for my son. I wish I could have bottled the look he had on his face. As he was coming off the field, he looked back over at us and waved again.

We met Trav and some of his friends as they came out of the bleachers. They were laughing and high-fiving each other. When they realized we were standing there, Trav came and hugged me and then high-fived me. He then went on with his friends. Yep, that's our seventh grader! We finally got into the van and started driving back to the highly secure gated community on the other side of town. But first, we had to go thru McD's for some fries. Hey! The kid had worked up a hunger. lol

We hadn't been back home long when it was time for hubby and Austin to head to our local church building. We were hosting the 5th quarter. They said there were over 100 kids there. Several who were unchurched. They played video games, drank slushies and ate food from the food court, and just generally hung out. Hubby and Austin returned home at 12:45 a.m. They had a blast. Austin's dad and him had played some games together. Austin, who doesn't attend the only public high school in town, had fun hanging with the kids who do. None of them gave him a hard time about him attending a home school academy at our local church building. (Some of the reasons why they think it's cool, I'll save for another time.) They came home exhausted but with huge smiles on their faces.

Our team lost the game and yet I submit.... there were far more winners on and off the field.

There's A reason. And it's not called a football or a trumpet.

Ut Oh! Challenge!

Park gave away his pocket Bible today to a friend from school who is moving. He kept it at school to have on hand throughout the day.

Ut oh! Challenge!

Would you give away your Bible to a friend? Or to a stranger even?

Think about it. Pray about it. Do it!

Specific Prayer Requests.

1) Spiritual Awakening

2) Spiritual Renewal

3) Marriages

4) Parents/children

5) Singles

6) The young through the old.. whether spiritually, mentally, age-wise.

7) Real compassion, love, and mercy for others

8) Churches: Their staff and the body.

9) Our country

10) The world

And of course.. whatever else is on your heart/mind this moment....

Little Men.

There are two little men whom I have the pleasure of eating lunch with from time to time. Today the conversation was about stocks, Ladies' emotions, and about our local church body.

As I sat there listening and asking various questions, I couldn't help but get engulfed into their world. They would discuss issues and I found myself being in total amazement at their maturity.

Until.... one of them mentioned a cockroach he once found in his food and then I remembered...

They are just 4th graders.

Oh, those little men..... and I got hugs and kisses in the cafeteria with witnesses.

According to Park

Parker and I have been having another fascinating conversation. To quote the redheaded nine-year old:

"Having actually lived through the experience, it came quite naturally for me to write about it."

This has been another According to Park moment.

Question.

Are you a spiritual couch potato?

November 1, 2006 - 2007

I've been asked to reflect upon this day last year and my thoughts on what the Lord has taught me over the time in-between the dash until today. This is about a daddy and his daughter; A brother and a sister. It is from that perspective that I share.

Daddy had been in the hospital since the end of August. Our family, following God's guidance, decided to take him off all the machines and move him to a hospice facility. As the final paperwork was being seen to, I went into his room and walked up to the bed. As I took his hand in mine, I wasn't honestly sure if he even knew I was there or not. He had been all over the place mentally for weeks. I shared with him that I had indeed finished seminary and that he got me out of walking across the stage that very day and that I wouldn't have been anywhere else. He laughed. I then started singing one of his favorite songs, "I Can Only Imagine" and told him it wouldn't be long. He started singing with me and squeezed my hand tight. He then said, "Cam? Thank you for taking care of me. I'm sorry for the times I was wrong. I love you. Take care of your mom and thanks for being my daughter and a great wife and mom." He then went back to talking to various individuals he saw in the room. Honestly? Who I am to say they were or weren't there. That's part of the mystery.

We finally got him moved over to the hospice facility after nearly not having him even leave the hospital. I was told he wouldn't make it through the night by "the experts"... (I'll talk more about that at another time.) I cannot begin to share about all the individuals who were able to make it there to say goodbye to daddy and all the conversations. A couple of hours later, when I realized he had taken his final breath, I walked out into the hallway and threw my hands up in the air in thanksgiving and praise to our God. My daddy.... who was also my brother in Christ was finally free. He had run an amazing race!

Over the last year, there has been tears, memories relived, and new ones created. I wouldn't want my daddy back today if I were granted one wish. For God is my Father and He truly knows best even if we don't understand it all. Grace, mercy, peace that passes all understanding and my Father's love, I know even better today, this moment, than all my years of being daddy's little girl.

When I sing "I Can Only Imagine" as I am right now... it is not my daddy that comes to my mind.... For my daddy was just a man.... and he couldn't save me even when he tried.

Signed,
The Real Daddy's Girl

Festival 31. Brenda.

Heads Up! Festival 31 details:

- If you live in this highly secure gated community, you may drop off your baked goodies at our home no later than 4:30 p.m. Please give your name to whomever answers the door.

- If you are bringing them to the church... no later than 5:15 p.m.

- All volunteers need to be there and in place early for quick training.

- I've smelled some of the Chili... OH MY! You still got time to make it if you forgot.

- Homeschool teens rock! HUGE thanks to those who are blowing up balloons and making posters.

- The food court will have tons of food! Come hungry! Clean up after yourself!

- Come ready to have some FUN! VIVA!

Why did I just say VIVA? Come see us at the Cake Walk to find out.

Brenda:

Don't remember if I've shared here about her or not... I know I have on myspace. Her name is Brenda. She finally let me drive her home today. Thank You, Lord, for the Dollar Store and Festival 31 needing some balloons! Pray for her. If you see her walking down one of the highways, offer her a ride. As our boys can tell you, she is worth the time.

And please.... Save me the lecture on picking up strangers/hitchhikers.

Changing Roles: Taking Care.

There are times when one must be willing to step up to the plate and help make hard decisions for another person's well being. This can include not only taking them to the doctor but actually sitting in on each visit. There are releases now that doctors have where individuals can be added to freely discuss information concerning a patient. There are also times when one must consider the necessity of having a living will and power of attorney. The more decisions a person can make concerning their last days (if possible) the better for all involved. If a person is not mentally able to do so, the decisions become even more difficult with added emotions involved.

When a person has daily medicines to take, it is very helpful to have the meds made up a week at a time for convenience sake. When the meds are time sensitive, there are beepers that can help remind an individual to take them. It is good for the individual, if they are capable, of doing their meds themselves. Yet, when they reach a stage where this is simply not possible, grace and dignity are truly called upon. It is always best not to struggle with a person to get the meds down their throats if at all possible. There can even come stages where liquid meds are better suited for their needs than pills or the pills can be crushed up and put into feeding tubes through ones nose or in their stomachs.

I know one issue that most individuals really struggle with is that of personal hygiene. Having been there and done that myself (read: I've had to be bathed & etc), I know all too well the issues that can and do arise. This is where one can truly feel humiliation and embarrassment. Yet, if handled with care, after the initial shock of needing such is dealt with, it can be a sweet time. Helping someone with the most basic of human care is a form of real love. There came a time when my hubby and I bathed my daddy. I was on the day shift and hubby was at night. His being bathed depended upon how he was each day. At first, daddy wasn't too keen on his daughter and his son-in-law being a part of this. Yet, he was more than any of the nurses could handle on their own; raw honesty being told. If one can bathe their own child or another's - I submit with God's help, they too can bathe a parent or spouse or be bathed themselves.

As always, you've been prayed for.

Stay tuned. More to come.

Thoughts Among The Trees

The last couple of days have been wild. As I sit here listening to "The More I Seek You" while eating Blue Bell's Vanilla Bean ice cream, I cannot help but be at peace. It's funny really how that happens.

There's talk about our extended family going on a trip together in 2008. Destination - more than likely a beach. And while I do not think we (five of us) will be joining them, it has brought back some memories. Trips. Walking in the sand. Being covered from head to toe...

In 2000, the five of us along with my folks spent Thanksgiving in Galveston, Texas. It was a trip my daddy arranged. I had been ill for two years at that point. The purpose of the trip was for us to have the experience of the beach with the boys... walking in the sand... getting their toes wet.... building sand castles. They had so much fun.

I was able to walk in the sand with the use of a cane and either my hubby or daddy holding onto me. I could stand for brief periods by myself but wasn't all that stable in doing so. I had to be covered from head to toe to keep from getting too cold. If you were to see the pictures, I looked more like an old woman than a 32-year old. And yet, a smile still comes across my heart and face even when thinking back to it...

For even though I was covered from head to toe with a coat that was visibly seen on the outside, that wasn't what was really protecting me. And even though I had no guarantee of being well again, my hope was secure. It was not in doctors, hospitals, etc.. It was only in Him.

As I sit here among the trees, my mind goes back to that beach. I am thankful that we had the opportunity to go on that trip with the boys and my parents. And while I know my daddy always thought he arranged it..... Our Father knows better. He always knows what is best.

Remember I said the last couple of days have been wild? And yet, I have peace?

That only happens with Him.

Spiritual Intimacy: Lover of My Soul

It's funny really. As I was preparing to open up and write about what is truly the most important subject to me.... I went out onto myspace. Yes, I have one. There's this worship leader and singer that I have come to truly find myself identifying with. As I went to her page, I found this song for the first time. With tears streaming down my face... it reminds me all the more of why He is the lover of my soul and about the intimacy that I know with Him.

I've often been asked, "Camey? How can you believe in God... in Jesus.. when you have had the kind of life that you have?" Or of course there is the other response, "WOW! I can see why you believe." While there is so much talk these days about husbands and wives having real intimacy... I submit to you that it is only possible with Him. He must be the head of the relationship... the very foundation. Yet, that is not possible if He is not the lover of one's soul, of their very heartbeat.

In this crazy world we live in, we are bombarded with images and messages that tell us that we as an individual are the most important thing on this earth. Numeral Uno! There's this commercial where the "man of the house" gives a cell phone to each member in his family; his wife, his daughter, and his son. He tells him that he giving it to them because they are his #1. When he finally walks out of the house... he says something to the effect of "Now for the real number one. Me." That's not what I believe God had in mind when He created us. That's not what the Bible is about. It is The Real and True Love Story.

While there is no doubt that I love my husband and he loves me.... That is not all God intended. For God is the real lover of my soul. It is because of Him that I breathe. It is reading His Living Word that life really flows thru my veins. It is in Jesus that I am complete. Not in my husband... or in my children.... or whatever job I may have or do. Only because of Him... and with Him... through Him.

While others may be willing to die for me... for you..... They cannot truly sacrifice alone what He did. Their deaths cannot provide the type of security that He can. That is a strong statement for me to make given what is taking place in our world today. And before you go giving me a piece of your mind about our men and women... we have one who has been serving for years now literally in the thick of things. Yet, I submit to you... It is just as thick wherever you are reading this from... and from where I sit as well... There is a war raging in each of us.

And that is why Spiritual Intimacy is all the more the most important subject one can ever explore. For no one knows except Him what the next moment holds... or what tomorrow will bring. There is no one who can be closer than Him. And no matter what any one else says... No one who loves you more.. no matter where you may be or have been.

Who is the lover of your soul? And how long has it been since you've sat at His feet and been engulfed in the deepest of the deep that can ever be? Or have you ever even called Him by name?

More to come.. Stay tuned.

This Question.

What Would You Be Willing To Attempt For God If You Knew You Could Not Fail?






Thanks alot Perry Noble.

Changing Roles: Today's Tidbit

This is one of those times when the changing roles are evident.

My mom actually drove today outside the highly secure gated community.

I drove past her going the other direction. And we both just looked at each other.

I felt like a proud parent and not just her daughter.

She is now sound asleep here in the living room.

She is totally exhausted. Her caregiver is just a few feet away.

Signed,
A daughter, proud parent and caregiver

Answers.

1) What was the subject? Discipline versus Punishment. Yes, spanking was covered.

2) Why do I call it highly secure gated community? Because it appears to be but obviously isn't since there are human beings inside.

3) Who is Randal? The associate pastor of our local church body.

4) Am I always so long winded? Nope.

5) How is Austin? His toe is healing nicely. Thank you for asking.

Questions? Answers? Prayer Requests? The lines are open. Leave a comment or send via email to cameybelieves@charter.net

Happenings in the G.

The Cranny:

Jeffrey Cranford rocked yesterday. Who is Jeffrey Cranford? Well, he is a guy with a testimony that includes some balls (golf) and sharing Jesus with individuals in highly secure gated communities around the US - particularly ones with courses attached. He is a Pro-Golfer and a Golf-Pro. He is also the son of some great people who love others because of Jesus.

One of Jeffrey's main points yesterday to the crowd was that Jesus should be talked about whether on the course or sitting around a Bible study group of men in the clubhouse. That anyone... any one... can have a golf ministry that plays golf and knows Jesus. Jeffrey knew my dad. They were buds. My parents had a golf ministry. Well, let me rephrase that.. my mom sort of still does and we do given where we live. Yes, I know.. I still don't have a golfing bone in my body and Brother G is not allowed to play golf. (Read: His back; not me.) Yet, where we live for the moment is where we live... For the moment at least. And well, there are two golf courses and plans for a third in this highly secure gated community.

It was obvious that Jeffrey rattled some cages yesterday. Hopefully, some stones realized they could be moved into action if they would just be willing to. By stones I mean those individuals who have been so stuck in playing golf for the sake of playing golf only... Hello, People? Mission field and you get to whack things.

Jeffrey will be speaking to two different Bible study groups on Sunday morning at our local church building. Give him a listen if you live here locally. Oh, but don't miss hearing Randal during one of the three worship services! You can do both.

Open Eyes:

Talk about information city! The meeting last night at the American Town Hall scored big time. Meth. It is a huge problem here in the G. That is clear when eyes are truly open. More to come. Thanks to all involved with getting the info out.

Friday Night:

Homecoming game for public high school! Everyone be safe out there.

Love G-Town:

Saturday, October 27th, 9:00 a.m. - Noon.

This event is church wide.

Meet at our local church building for the scoop.

Head out to Wal-Mart or on the highway to show some LOVE!

Who's Preaching:

Brother Randal is preaching during all 3 services Sunday. As Randal says, "Are you listening church body? Our best days are ahead."

Parents! Heads Up:

Sunday, October 28th, 10:50 a.m. in The Attic (Student Wing)

Special Speaker: Sandi Black - Licensed Adolescent Counselor

Some of the topics Sandi will be covering...

- How do I help my child when they experience grief (death, divorce, etc.)

- How teenagers grieve differently than adults

- Signs my child may need counseling

That's it for happenings in the G for the moment. Or at least the ones that can be talked about.

You're loved and prayed for!

Local Announcements.

The following are local announcements for today, Thursday, October 25th, 2007.

1) Jeffrey Cranford will be speaking this morning at 9:30 a.m. at the main club house in the highly secure gated community. Men and women are both welcome.

2) A national crime watch program is coming to address the methamphetamine epidemic. State Rep. Jim Keffer (R-Eastland), the DPS and other officials will present the issue at a town hall meeting tonight from 7 to 8:30 at the American Town Hall, 220 N. Travis St.

3) Fire officials are asking all residents to take necessary precautions to help prevent fires.

Changing Roles: Grown Children and Their Parents

Changing Roles: Grown Children and Their Parents Part I

If we stop and look at the make-up of today’s world, the fact that there are now more senior aged adults cannot go unnoticed. This trend, will, of course, only increase over time. We must be willing to talk about these difficult subjects and be prepared to make the hard decisions in life with God’s guidance, grace, mercy, and love. Roles can and do change over the moments, even in the blink of an eye. This is a fact. It cannot be escaped.

As some of you know, this is close to our hearts as we have had and continue to live this subject on a daily basis. For whatever the reasons, I was always a daddy’s girl. While he was consistent in reminding me that he was not my real Father… that was/is God, he was the next most important figure in my life until my husband came along. This is not meant in any disrespect to my mother; I will get back to her as this goes along. It is due in part to daddy’s story and ours as to why I was asked to write about this.

My daddy was a real man. He didn’t need others to help him. He was the one that offered the help and would give you the shirt off his back if that was needed. So when Parkinson’s disease and Diabetes came calling on his body, and therefore, his life and ours, the fight for the real man inside of him was at stake. My daddy commanded attention and received it for his mercy and love for Jesus was unending. And yet, being all things human, what the world says comprises a real man lingered in his thoughts and heart as well. It was a struggle until he totally surrendered to God and let go. He gave me permission to share in an effort to help others. That was daddy.

There came a time when the Parkinson’s disease and its affects blinded daddy to the truth of what was happening to him and his body. He could not understand and fully accepted that his need to be able to drive a moving vehicle did not go hand in hand with reality. He could not drive in a straight line. He was, more times than not, unaware of how fast he was driving. He was clocked going 85 in a 35 zone one day on the way to meet us. It was not an emergency situation that was requiring the speed. He simply couldn’t keep his lead foot under control. The only thing that kept him that day from losing his driver’s license was the grace of God and also the fact that the Lord had already been working on our hearts and in our lives.

We wonder at times why we go through the various trials in life that we do. There are moments when they become all too clear and are somewhat explained; most of the time these explanations require us to get out of our comfort zones and truly be laid open to bearing our souls for the sake of others and His kingdom and requires actions not just words. This was our case. This was mine. Like I said before, I was a daddy’s girl. This apple didn’t fall far from the tree or so I’m often told whether for good, bad or even at times downright ugly; truth being told.

In 2005, it became clear after seeking the Lord’s guidance through prayer, conversations between various individuals, that not only was an intervention needed but hard core life changes. This was not merely for the sake of daddy, nor mom, but for others that he might come in contact with as well. This is real life. At times it stinks. At times it hurts. But it is what it is. So, we (my husband, my self and our three sons) gave away or sold almost every single thing we had the blessing of calling ours and walked away from our life as a family of five. We joined our lives with my parents after I had the undeniable privilege of telling them we moving in. Given the fact that I, at one time, my self had been unable to legally drive, daddy knew that I could understand in ways that most might not. Granted, I am a female and not a male, but being like daddy, I too loved to be behind the wheel of a moving vehicle feeling the wind in my hair. Talk about humbling, a sense of humiliation, and a real ego buster. It definitely goes against most individual’s grain.

In comparing our lives and theirs, it was clear that the best decision was to join our lives together in their neck of the woods instead of in the bright city lights we called home. This was where one of the most difficult decisions for us came. G-town was a place where I had said I would never live. It was not my cup of tea. I am and have always been a city girl until God said, “Get your butts to G-town now.” Funny enough, I have come to hold G-town close to my heart, as have my country/city husband and our three city sons. When individuals surrender to the call that God places upon their lives in regards to ministry as a vocation especially, turning backs on family can truly grate one’s very being. How could we say we had surrendered to full-time ministry and say “Sorry, God, you’ve called us to minister to others, family does not count. You can just have someone else’s daughter and son-in-law do that.”

In moving in with daddy (and mom), the roles were definitely in the process of changing. The real man who once didn’t need help, truly started requiring more and more of it as his fight with Parkinson’s and Diabetes grew harder and harder. He was the man of the house, the king of this castle, my husband was not. Yet, over time, what he had once been able to take care of, he no longer could. My husband was given more and more responsibility for the household upkeep and daily running as was I. God called us to serve Him by serving my parents as well as being parents to our three sons and working in and through the local church body. I’ve often been asked why did we become active parts of our church that very weekend we moved in. The answer is simple. Given the fact that we were doing all the driving, we would have been driving them there any way since that is where they had been active for years. We listened to the Spirit’s guidance that our “family” was not to be divided. My husband has been called to pastor. Please do not lose that in translation. He was being a pastor and still is, it is evident in our home and in the lives of our three sons. And yes, even in our marriage. One does not need to stand behind a pulpit to truly fulfill God’s call as a pastor.

More to come. Stay tuned.

Strange Bonding Moments.

Every now and then, when you live in a house like ours... Strange bonding moments are bound to occur. We just had one... Three generations worth: Grandma, Mom and Austin.

Although we may use different terminology - our thoughts were still the same.

She wanted to "be sick". I wanted to "hurl". Austin just thinks it's "gross".....

Thanks, Austin for that strange bonding moment.



Warning: First post tomorrow will be one of the five previously listed.

Lord, I Feel You in This Place.

It's week 7 in the parenting class that I am teaching. This morning after hubby and I had our prayer time together, he said to me, "Oh, it's going to be good. You're gonna to be attacked." He was right.. I went to the physical church building looking forward to what was about to take place instead of wanting to climb back into bed and hide under the covers. Thank You, Lord, for that man.

This was an especially difficult subject today. It is one that I have struggled with over the years. It is one that individuals usually fall on one side or another. It can bring out heated opinions, lead to arguments, and create division instead of unity. Not today....

One thing that I am continuing to learn as a teacher is to listen. Really listen to the individuals in my class... Yet, most importantly of all, listen to the Spirit's guidance. Whether it be in prayer, preparing the lesson, in the class itself, or in conversations and through actions in-between.

My hubby and I haven't always had a prayer time together in the mornings. It is something that we've been convicted of and trying to consistently do over the last few months. Not for the sake of checking it off the list of "Things To Do" or even so that we can say we do it... It is one way that our marriage can grow stronger and truly be what God intends for it be.

Lord, I feel You in this place. And with You, I can stand even if my knees buckle.

Can you feel His presence wherever you are at this moment?

Specific Prayer Requests

These are in no particular order...

1) Those dealing with abuse; whether now or long ago

2) Those dealing with taking care of parents

3) Sick children and adults; whether sick spiritually, emotionally, physically, mentally.. or combinations.

4) Those taking care of sick children

5) Those in transition

6) Churches and their staff

7) Those dealing with fires in California

8) Marriages

9) Families

10) Whatever is on your heart this moment.

Feel free to leave a comment or send requests to cameybelieves@charter.net

You have been prayed for. You are loved.

Beautiful To Him

Austin had another appointment at Dr. Adams' office today. I picked him up from the little store at 1:15 p.m. and we headed on our way into town. As our sons can attest, I am singing fool when in a vehicle especially. He asked me to stop a couple of times. I kept singing.

Austin has had several appointments at Dr. Adams' office since we have lived here. Every single time, I miss the turn into his office parking lot because I'm carried away with whatever song that I am singing to. And every time, Austin just has to laugh at his mom...

Little did we know today that Austin was going to end up having surgery again... on the same toe that he had it on just 2 months ago. Fortunately, Dr. Adams and his staff had it taken care of quickly. And we were on our way before Austin could break my hand because of squeezing it so hard.

As we were heading back to the highly secure gated community.... one of my favorite groups came on... I started singing right along. For even when things in our life do not go as we expected, we can still praise Him and give thanks. I wouldn't trade one drop of rain.......

And I know my voice is beautiful to Him.

I'm Just Sayin......

The highly secure gated community is open today for the twice annual garage sale Saturday.

Anyone else see why I call this a highly secure gated community?

I'm just sayin'.......

Real security doesn't happen this way.

Warning: Danger Will Robinson!

In the course of the next couple of weeks, I will be tackling some rather difficult subjects on lifeinthemoments. I've been accused of playing it safe in written form here, when in face to face situations, I tend to be more of a straight shooter. After much prayer... and having to ask for forgiveness... I will be submissive... (and no... that's not a dirty word to this female.)

Difficult subjects that will be tackled?

1) Changing Roles: Grown Children and Their Parents.

2) Sex: Dissing Some Myths. Pruning the Prude. Reclaiming Sexy.

3) Spiritual Intimacy: Lover of My Soul.

4) Marriage: It Takes More Than Two

5) Parenting: Who Runs Your Life?

As always... You've been prayed for and you are loved.

More to come... Stay Tuned... and Remember: You've been warned!

Good. Bad. In-Between.

Venturing out to get the mail, I stepped on a pecan. It wasn't green like the ones that we've seen so much of lately. I cracked it open, and sure enough... oh, it tasted so good. The green ones? I wouldn't suggest trying to eat one of those. Don't know exactly what the pecan harvest will yield yet... Good. Bad. In-between?

Isn't that how the moments of our lives are? We can plan all we want to and yet.... things change in a moment and most of the time without any real notice. Or perhaps... there were signs along the way and we were so blinded that we didn't even see them or we did and just didn't want to.

It is what we do with the good, bad, and the in-between that truly shows where we stand. Are we on sinking ground or is our foundation solid? Is our faith in God just a Sunday morning show or is it alive even in the midst of the storms or sunny skies?

It is harvest time here in the highly secure gated community. Yet, I submit to you that the real harvest is found wherever you and I walk.... and the places we do not want to go but at times are taken to...

God can and does use the good, the bad, and the in-between.

Are you available to let Him use you?

Specific Prayer Requests.

1) Briggs - a young boy who is in a struggle with his life. His parents.. his brother.. all involved.

NOTE: There will be a prayer vigil for Briggs at the front doors of Cooks Childrens Hospital on Saturday at 6:00 p.m.

UPDATE: You can visit Briggs's CaringBridge site at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/briggsberry

2) The P family - a young girl who is struggling with seizures. Her whole family... all involved.

3) The S family - as they learn to deal with caring for one of their own.

4) The List - that they will be seeking God's will....

5) Dr. David Kirkpatrick as he comes to preach this Sunday.

6) Our local church body - that we will be seeking God's will... May we be face down.... Pray....

7) YAMS - each girl/woman involved. And their families.....

8) John, Judy, and the girls as they transition from our town/church to their new one.

9) For their new church body.... What a testimony that they have grown while not having a senior pastor!

10) For whatever is on your heart at this moment......

Parents. Teachers. Pink Peep.

It was dark this morning as Parker's dad and mom, with Parker in tow, headed to the intermediate school outside the back gate of the highly secure gated community. His teachers are in the process of having a conference with each child's parent(s), guardian(s).... or whatever/whoever the case may be. We weren't sure what time the conference was to be... If only I had checked the school's website recently... The time was clearly listed there.

While waiting for the conference time.... I found one of my sweet friends who works for the school district. We sat down and had a bit of a heart to heart right there on the spot. Her daughter is one of the girls in YAMS. To say that we love their family would be an understatement.... the same can be said of them with ours.... Park came and got me when it was time to head down the hallway. His smile brightened our sweet friend's day... right when her clock was set to begin.

Parker has two fabulous teachers.... we are blessed to have them as a part of his education team. We have an understanding with all of our children's teachers that it is not their job alone to educate our children. Parker hugged and kissed me on the lips right there in the hallway with many of his peers around.... Mrs. Thomason said, "Mom? That's real love right there." He told me he loved me as he waved goodbye while walking into the classroom. We were headed out of that particular school before we knew it.

"A work in progress"..... is what kept ringing in my ears as we drove home. Soon it was time for me to get ready for the parenting class that I teach... it is Tuesday after all.... By the time I got to the physical church building.... it was clear... I was sick. Fortunately for the class, the tables had been rearranged and I was able to sit clear on the other side of the room. Today's lesson was huge and truly built upon other times we had had together. I kept praying, "Lord? Just help me through this without hurling." I told the class if I got up and ran out of the room to not come after me... it would be alright... I would be back. I couldn't have asked for class to go any better than it did. Of course, we all had to laugh that I had more make-up on one side of my face than the other... and frankly? you could hear my stomach from one end of the room to the other.

Sitting here, right now, in the quietness of the moment.... I look like a pink peep in my comfy robe. There is not one single hair in place... and at any moment... I could hurl (oh... throw up)... I came home after the parenting class and crawled into bed and stayed for several hours. While it may appear that I am alone in the house..... I am more at home than ever....

I am a work in progress sitting in her Father's lap thankful for each classroom and the lessons that are taught.... and even caught.

Mixed Emotions.

This morning, it was pouring buckets. It looked more like the dead of the night than 8:30 a.m. when I arrived. As I took my shoes off outside the front door and started walking into the house.... even darker. I called out, "Mae? Anyone here?" In a whisper she said, "I'm here."

Off to my right, I could see a light shining through under one of the bedroom doors. A couple of minutes later... he came out - her youngest son. We stood in the kitchen catching up with all that has taken place the last couple of days. He is also a minister... we always have lots to talk about. This morning was no different. Mixed emotions was a common theme. Then, he was off until time to relieve me again.

Mae was more asleep today than she was awake. I couldn't help but have mixed emotions about that... Neither could she. She was eating breakfast... suddenly she was asleep again. Later in the afternoon, fell asleep while eating jello. When she was awake, I would ask her certain questions trying to get her to tell me stories... At one point, she said to me, "Cameydear, do I have three children or four?" I replied, "Four, Mae. Four. Two daughters. Two sons." I was thankful that none of her children were there with us at that moment. This is natural - no doubt... but still... mixed emotions for sure.

After my time there for today was over.... I picked up Travman and one of Lauren's brothers at the front circle of the highly secure gated community we live in. The other was already at our home with Parker. Upon walking into the front door... I could smell something coming from the kitchen. My mother, sitting in her chair in the living room, said to me, "Oh, I've made beef stew for dinner. There's enough for all who are going to be here tonight at 5:30 p.m." Then, she said, "Oh, and I invited the boyfriend over too." Ahhhhhh. Mixed emotions caught me off guard on this one.. Why? Part of our Monday routine is my walking in the door and her asking me what's for dinner. I was going to make lasagna. She cooked? Wow... I knew she had to go to the little store for some of the ingredients.... she did.. when she took Austin to work this morning in the pouring rain after I had already left for Mae's.

Lauren's dad came to pick the boys up. Standing in the driveway, mixed emotions were definitely worn on his sleeve. His little girl has had this condition since she was born. He wanted to be at the hospital with his wife and yet... he couldn't. A few doors down from us is a house for sale. It used to be theirs... well, it still is - they just don't live there any more. He said to me, "It sure was easier when we had you guys for neighbors." The boys could walk quite easily back and forth between houses. They now live on the river... in the back part of the highly secure gated community. When I shared with him that they are welcome here any time.... he said to me, "We almost moved back into that house because of your family." He had tears in his eyes as he got into his vehicle and told the boys to tell me thank you.

While eating dinner with my mother and her boyfriend... mixed emotions were a part of the discussion. He had never really experienced any thing like yesterday. He definitely had never eaten "dinner on the ground." We got to talking about this and that in life and he looked at me and said, "You know Camey? I definitely had mixed emotions. Still do."

There are times in life when mixed emotions explain things better than words ever could. And that is okay. Nice neat bows are not required on the packages of our souls when walking with Jesus. It is dark again outside... The rain has stopped for now but is expected to start again....

Be still and know that He is God.

Praises. Prayer Requests.

Praises:

1) We had three individuals get baptized yesterday!

2) Brother G was not home this morning. (Praise?) Yep... Otherwise his car would have been damaged due to the heavy rain and part of a tree that fell.

3) Cassie got married. Her and her husband are expecting twins. (keep praying...)

4) New tires. What a difference in the heavy rain!

5) Answered specific prayer requests.

Prayer Requests:

1) Lauren - little girl having surgery today. Has surgery once a year.. Her family.

2) The P Family

3) Family of a certain close friend.

4) That man.

5) Those single young moms.

What are you thankful for today?

What are your requests today?

Husbands: Word of Advice...

A man said to me today, "Have you seen my wife?" When I replied that I had but wasn't sure where she had gone off to... He said, "I ought to put a bell around her neck."

Husbands: Word of Advice..... Don't make these type of comments. Moo won't keep you warm at night.. but it might make you sleep on the couch.



This is has been a service of *keepyourmarriagealive*

Change is in the Air.

Today's plan is:

One worship service at 10:00 a.m. (Help in the preschool??)

Dinner (lunch) on the grounds immediately afterwards.

How to pray:

First and foremost.... that lives will be changed forever because of Him.

That real worship will take place in each of our lives.

For John as he preaches his last sermon as our senior pastor.... As he walks in and out the doors.. 20 years is a long time. Allow him to be sad and yet excited for tomorrow for our local church body and for the one he is going to...

For Judy and the girls...... as a wife, daughters, friends, and ......... 20 years is a long time.

For our body.... that we will show John, Judy and the girls the love that they deserve and also be willing to listen to what God has laid upon John's heart to share. That we will embrace this time of change to grow as a body of believers.... and as individuals.

For those who are coming today because the pastor of the largest church in our town is leaving after 20 years. John is known on the streets.... in Wal-Mart... and in the highly secure gated communities. May they come away with wanting to know Him.

Today's Plan:

That God will truly be worshipped... given the glory..... and that lives will never be the same.