While Waiting. Don't Wait.

The title of this post might sound a bit weird. Given conversations I've had with a few individuals as of late, it seemed quite natural to write about it.

It is true that Brother G is waiting for the moment when he becomes (senior) pastor of a church. He hopes to graduate in the spring of 2009. And while we know it is not necessary for him to have graduated from seminary in order to be called to a church as pastor - there is always the possibility of that happening.

When God called us to G-town in 2005 - it was a given for Brother G that we would be joining and become active in the local church body my parents had been members of since they moved here. We were not going to be a divided household. We did all the driving - so one of us was going to be taking them there any way.

Brother G was the one who approached our local church body about becoming an intern. He was needing whatever experience he could get that being a lay leader alone could not provide. Our church body was needing additional staff but did not have the monetary means at the time. So, it seemed a natural marriage. That's how Brother G became an intern.

In the meantime..... while waiting for the moment when he becomes pastor of a church... Brother G has not been waiting. What's the real point of this post?

There are times in life when we find ourselves waiting for the moment when ________ happens. And yet, we are not to live life in a state of pause. We are to be fully engaged in living life and making the most of each moment given. How can a man who has been called to pastor/preach say, "I'm just going to sit here and wait until the day that happens. I will not be involved in what God is doing here... this moment." The two do not go hand-in-hand.

So... this moment.... I ask you....

In your waiting for ______ - how does God want you be actively involved right where you are at?

As Christ-followers we are called to be ministers..... to be light in this dark world. And no matter what any one may say...

No seminary degree is required for that.

WAY TOO COOL!

This just in from Smithee.....

We're set to baptize 5 individuals - young and old this Sunday! Can't wait to share about it...

We're still having contacts from/with various jails.

Totally cool what God is doing here up on the hill.

WAY TOO COOL!

Heart. Cross. Anchor.

On Tuesday, I lost the three charms that were given to me when I finished seminary. They were a heart, a cross and an anchor. How they came off my necklace, I haven't the faintest clue. Oh, for those who aren't familiar with the story...

On the day I was to walk across the stage, I was not there. Instead I was at my daddy's bedside as he took his final breath. There was no place I would have rather been. It was priceless time that I will always cherish. Exactly a week later, which would have also been his birthday, a package showed up at my doorstep. I had gone out to get the mail and when I returned to the front door, the same door I had come out of, there was the package in front of it. It was from the seminary. The heart, cross, and anchor charms were inside along with a couple of other items. Still gives me chill bumps just thinking about it.

Funny enough? Right now... this moment... I'm thankful that I lost them. For even though they were very special to me... the fact that they are gone does not change one single thing about my relationship with God or my call or the ministry in which I am so incredibly grateful to be a part of.

People. Places. Things. God can use them all to teach us valuable lessons in life.

Signed,
Beyond Blessed in Texas

That's Part of the Job II

Okay.. before I even begin this post I just have to say...

We just had one of the coolest things happen in the middle of the day... A man walking in with another man whom he had led to the Lord. Way too cool... Shouting time! Wow...

Last week I had scheduled what I thought was going to be an off the hook type of closing for the last session of this particular Bible study. The women had all written letters to God surrendering whatever they needed help with in their marriage and in their relationship with God in general.. and not so... digging deep type stuff here. We were going to have a burning of the letters ceremony outside with David singing as they were going up in flames and turning into ashes. I was stoked. (that means excited.)

Fast forward this week... Today there is a burn ban here in G-town. A BURN BAN. Okay.. How could I possibly go ahead with my plans? It is illegal today to burn any thing.. any where here in G-town. Not to mention we are located on the top of a hill with lots of dead grass all around as well as homes. I am employed by the church in addition to being a teacher. We're talking serious no-no stuff. But what about my plans?

They got changed. Instead of burning them - we shredded them inside the classroom. David has been sick since the weekend and even though he's here.. technically - he is not here. He has no voice and frankly is green. (said with sincerest sisterly love of course)

If I had decided to go ahead with my plans - even though for today it is illegal - I would been completely saying I was above the law. I'm not. It is possible we could have burned those letters and nothing else would have happened. Well, except what kind of lesson would I have really taught today?

That's part of the job as well...

Signed,
Thankful for the burn ban and plans changing

(Yes: David T.)

That's Part of the Job

Yesterday I was talking with a woman... she said, "SO, I heard about you last week." I knew what was coming. Sure enough....

There are times in ministry, in leadership, when you simply make others mad. Where they do not want to hear what you have to say. Not even if it is the law.... not just Biblically speaking here. And you might even be called a name or two... or three... You might be talked about in certain circles. You might even have your phone ring out of your pocket... cell phone that is.

I won't apologize for being passionate about children. About roles and responsibilities as mothers and wives.

That's part of the job. Part of the call. Sure I have chocolate for women in my Bible study classes and candy on my desk for those who sit or pass by it. That does not mean that I am all sugary.

Part of the job is understanding that there are days when people love you, hate you, or somewhere in-between. It is necessary to accept that no matter what others think of you... you must go back to the One who truly matters the most.

Again.... do your actions/words line up with His Authority?

If it does... thank Him for it even if it is not pleasant for you to do.

There is a difference between just hearing and actually doing.

Signed,
Thanking Him in Texas for strength that is clearly not my own

Giving Thanks. Answered Prayers.

This morning I simply must give thanks to Him. I remain in awe.....

One of the privileges I/we have in ministry is walking with others who are also in ministry. Brothers and sisters in Christ from all over the USA.

In the last couple of days, it has been a sheer joy to read several of the emails that are coming from these individuals. Reading/seeing/hearing how God has indeed answered their prayers. Prayers, at times, prayed while in the pit. For those still there.... take heart and be of encouragement. Real Hope, as always, is found only in Him.

Yesterday... I wrote about the Men's Ministry Breakfast that was taking place at our local physical church building. Little did I know.... Austin, our sixteen-year-old son, was one of the individuals asked to pray. Grown men kept telling me how his heart was evident in his words. And how it truly ministered to them... Austin greatly enjoyed being around the older men in our church as did Travis and Parker. Then again, they always do. May the generations realize there is much to benefit from one another.

There's this woman. I could not help but be reminded of being a good neighbor when talking with her in the hallway. She offered her new car to me to drive any time I'm in need of one. She has health issues that keep her from driving much. She said, "It is just a thing. It is to be used for doing God's will." Brother G is her lawn pastor. The boys take out their trash when her husband is out of town. We are neighbors in every sense of the word that God intended.

I've never been a morning person. Back some time ago now... I started praying for God to change me in that way. I woke up this morning at 5:00 a.m. praising Him. Now... if that does not go to show the power of prayer......

Giving thanks. Answered prayers. What a way to start the morning!

Thank You Lord for today! This moment.....

Now That's Cool.

Totally cool to know that there are men/boys right now in our local physical church building praying, eating, and encouraging one another.

As a wife and mother of three sons... I also find it cool how my husband has taken our sons with him this morning. How they were up and ready to go by 6:45 a.m. I am thankful and blessed.

God is at work. Our Father truly does know best. No one is cooler than Him.

Who do you think is cool?

What do you think is cool?

How do they line up with His Word?

Sunday's Scoop. Local.

Sunday is kicking off with the men/boys getting together for breakfast, prayer, and general encouragement as males.

Time: 7:30 a.m.
Place: Fellowship Hall

At 9:00 and 10: 30 a.m. - Family gathers in worship and through Bible study groups.

We're set to baptize 7 individuals this Sunday. Don't miss out on such an exciting time in the life of our local church body.

What about the traffic?

Answer: Patience is key. Starting this Sunday we will have someone directing traffic at the main light on the highway.

Why is traffic a problem now?

Answer: We're averaging over 1,000 each Sunday. Now THAT'S what we call a GREAT PROBLEM! Each person counts!!!!

Come with your hearts prepared to experience His Presence fresh and anew.

Leave wanting to share the Good News with others!

As always.... you've been prayed for. (even if you're not a local)

Highways. Plans.

Right now there is a group of men, women, students and children cleaning up highways in and around G-town. Today is this month's Love G-Town. 3 of our 6 are there right now. Obviously, I'm not one of them...

This morning there was no decision to make about whether or not I was going. My butt needed to stay home. Period. Did not matter how much I had been looking forward to this day and its adventures... my plans had been changed.

Today, I was also planning on seeing some old friends. Their plans changed before mine did.

I talk about it often... Plans.. We can make all the plans in the world.. They change in a moment's notice. Or thanks to a case of the flu.

Funny enough? As much as I was looking forward to showing G-town some love, hanging with amazing individuals, and etc.... this time has been refreshing.

Did I say refreshing and a case of the flu? Yep. That's how you know it's a God thing and not silly little me.

Highways. Plans.

He reveals His plans in ways we do not always understand. And sometimes that includes our butts having to "Sit this one out."

Signed,
His Grateful Child

From the......

I'm not at the physical church building. Brother G (aka my husband) sent me home after an hour this morning. So, if you're a local and you get that man's voice... be kind.. be gentle.....

Now if you'll excuse me... I'm going back to bed.

Signed,
The submissive wife

Softball. Hardball.

Please pray for the women in my Bible study class. Today was a heavy hitting day and I threw more hardballs than soft. Of course His Word always speaks for itself..... Walls are crumbling down. It is clear that He is doing some serious work in the lives of each woman there...

I am scheduled to teach another class when this one finishes next week. Talk about an emotional high right now. Please pray for me that I would be willing to give it up if required for I have come to love these women so. And yet, I know it in no way compares to His love for them... or me..

Signed,
Always a student even when teaching.

Whom Have I In Heaven?

Yesterday, I was told that I was being watched by a few individuals to see how I would handle a certain situation. Apparently, it is fascinating to some how I deal with my mother dating and especially Hoover's recent heart surgery and hospital stay. One thing about the conversation really struck me....

The individual told me that they thought about me when singing, "Whom have I in Heaven but You" Sunday morning. That they knew my response was no one. The individual does not quite understand how that could be... why do I not respond, "my daddy."

Like I told this individual... There is no question that I loved my daddy dearly. Yes, there are times when I miss that goofy man. But he was just that... a man.

Jesus wasn't just a man. Had he been... he would still be in a tomb.. He's Not.

And let's not lose sight of one of the most important things about life... Living for Him.

For in the end... it matters not who gave me birth... but who gave me New Life.

Whom have I in Heaven? The same ONE who is with me right now this moment...

"All Hands On Deck"

What wonderful words to hear from Pastor Jackson as the invitation time started... Really as it continued for the invitation does not start with a note of a song...

Individuals leaving their chairs to come and kneel to pray...

Parents bringing their children who couldn't stay in their seats any longer...

Individuals coming for baptism who wanted to take that next step now....

From the start of the day to the finish - His Spirit was ever present. Just as it is now still...

Words fail me to adequately describe what is taking place.

Last night I had the privilege of hosting the Deacon Ordination Reception. Thanks again to Sharon J. for all she is and does, and the deacon wives whom I asked to serve. Of course, thank you to Brother G and our younger sons too. Your dishwashing skills are priceless.

Individuals kept thanking me as they were leaving. Hugs and "I love you" were flowing just as the punch had been stirred and poured.

Over the years He has shown me time and time again - His love is not ours alone to keep.

What does "All Hands On Deck" mean to you this moment? Today?

And who could benefit from what He has given you?

Isaiah 6:8 says, "Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"

Will you respond, "Here am I. Send me," today... this moment?

From the Front Desk

There's a lot of beeping going.... Andrew is way up high as I type...

Come and experience the difference this Sunday.

Remember our new times:

9:00 & 10:30 a.m.

Also note:

Our local church body ministers to numerous individuals in ways you may or may not have ever thought of before.

If you would be interested in learning more about ways you can be of service - please ask one of our staff or check out our website.

We would love to share with you how you can make a difference in the lives of others.

Better yet... Ask Him to put someone else in your path right now... this moment...

You were just prayed for!

New Prayer Request

Please pray in regards to Hoover, aka my mom's boyfriend. He is being kept overnight for observation regarding his heart. Please pray for his family, ours and all connected.

Thank you.

UPDATE: Hoover had one stint put in last Friday. He was released a day later. Sunday I had the privilege of driving him to the physical church building with us. The seven of us ate lunch together afterwards. Thank you for your prayers. Hoover said he truly felt them. That is priceless.

Update on David

David, Brother G's brother, has been diagnosed with Traumatic Brain Disorder. It is also uncertain the course of action that needs to be taken in regards to his right arm. It is possible he might lose it.

Please continue to pray for all aspects - spiritual, physical, emotional and mental.

Thank you.

Undeniable Surrender.

It's hours after we left the physical church building. I've had my Sunday afternoon nap... I sit here drinking my hot tea and reflecting over the day so far.

Undeniable surrender is what comes to my mind and heart at this moment......

I must confess that this morning's first worship service was one that I did not want to leave... or to be over... The baptismal waters flowed at the beginning and at the end.... individuals were raising their hands in confession as we sang "I Surrender All." Lives were being transformed and His presence was clearly there. As I walked out the doors and headed up the stairs... I knew more was to come. It was merely a continuation of what had been started.

Brother G filled in for a dear friend of ours in his Bible study class. He first had to explain that he was indeed my husband even though he looks so incredibly younger than the man I'm normally seen with. Losing the goatee definitely did that to him. As he shared about his decision to shave it off - I couldn't help but watch faces.

His shaving off his goatee was more about being willing to do whatever it takes even if it seems rather silly to us. That there are some battles to be had and others are truly not worth the fight. Two individuals in particular I couldn't help but feel their eyes on him as he spoke... They were listening intently.

He went on with the lesson for today and in the process - really stepped on some toes. He gave some suggestions on how to love the unlovely - or as I call them even - the unseen. He talked of the country club and how we need to get real for and with Jesus. How it is not about just those inside the walls..... He also talked about our Marine.

I've been exceedingly careful what I've posted in regards to David especially since he got injured.
But since Brother G spilled his beans this morning.... We weren't sure how exactly how Brother G was going to get to see David... if at all.. We're in Texas.. He is in Bethesda. Between schedules and the cost financially to get him there = uncertainty..... David and his wife do not understand why he has not come yet.... Out of all the family... why not him yet? He's not just David's flesh and blood brother... they truly see him as their pastor. David's & his wife's pain is more than physical.

When the class was over, I was in the hallway talking with a friend.. A woman stood inside the door and motioned for me to come back in.. It was one of the two I had noticed earlier..

What was about to happen - my mind still has not fully grasped. Instead of asking for us to pray for them... they wanted to pray for us... for Brother G and myself and our family... The man laid his hand on Brother G's shoulder and she took mine in hers.. and he prayed a prayer thanking God for what HE is doing in our lives and for the testimony he is seeing lived out... He prayed for the church that Brother G will pastor soon.. The rest, I let stay between those hearing and speaking... We all hugged and I thought that was it.... I was wrong....

Little did I know that after I left to gather up our sons and my mother to take them home... Brother G was approached by another person who had been in the class. Needless to say - when he can arrange to go - his plane ticket is paid for. Brother G won't let pride stand in his way from accepting this generous offer.

Undeniable surrender comes in many fashions and forms...

It is a process. It does not happen in one moment..

It is a daily commitment... A daily choice freely given.

What do you need to surrender undeniably today... this moment?

"Whatever It Takes."

That statement is being heard in and throughout our local church staff and body.

Whoever said that it is impossible to implement the kind of improvements needed should have been a fly on the walls of the physical church building the last couple of weeks. Things are moving fast; definitely bathed in prayer first!

It is no secret that Brother G and I love our church. These improvements have been a part of our prayers since first coming to this local church body in 2005. I know we are not alone in prayers being prayed for years for our body to catch on fire for the Lord and His kingdom. That it would stop being a country club. (Yes, I just said that in print. Many of you know we've said that to your face even.)

It is wonderful to watch the local church body rise for Christ. To stand up and say, "Count me in on whatever it takes." Yes, it does indeed get us more than misty.

When we stop to think that there is no price we can pay that can compare....

Whatever it takes should come as free as His love, mercy, and grace.

If it is truly in and through Him alone and not of our own strength.

Brother G and I are on our knees and ready to move.....

Are you living proof today of whatever it takes? Are you ready to be counted?

Would you clean a toilet if it needed it? Or hold a baby? Or give up your seat?

May "Whatever It Takes" become our motto for living as Christ-followers.

From the Front Desk..

Please pray for our local church body...

There are so many who are ill with the flu and various other illnesses.

Continue to pray for Joshua P. and his family. He is on his way back to Cooks.

Also... as we prepare for Sunday and all of the new improvements....

Let's not forget that every day is a great day to worship and serve Him!

Be Careful What You Predict.

So....... at the beginning of this new year... I made a prediction that Brother G would not do something...

I was wrong. Very very wrong. Our sons are shocked. They are freaked out. My mother's knees got weak and she almost passed out.

Funny enough? I'm thankful to be wrong.

Be careful what you predict. You might just get taught a lesson or two.

Signed,
Schooled in G-town

Can you guess what I was wrong on? Anyone?

ANSWER: Yep. He shaved off his goatee. Shocking. He looks so much younger. ;)

Prayer Requests For Various.

1) Please pray for a man who is 46 and in the hospital on life support. He has had 2 kidney transplants over the years and now it is failing again, he has a bacteria infection throughout his body, gout, inflammation of the pancreas, and the doctors told them he will NOT survive. They are trying to keep praying and hoping for the best, but it is difficult when everybody at the hospital says there isn't any hope. He has 3 kids ages 10,12,& 14. (from a spacer and local)

2) Please pray for James' dad (little store and local body). He is having a quad. bypass right now. James is unable to be with him.

3) Please pray for a family dealing with issues regarding a child. (email)

4) Please pray for a family regarding an adoption. (email)

5) Whatever is on your heart this moment....

Our prayers may not be answered how we want and/or when...

Real HOPE is only found in Him.

Prayer Request...

Please pray for Joshua P and his family. His mom was instructed by the doctor to take him to Cook's Children's Hospital immediately.

Thank you.

Changing Roles: The Eyes Have It.

It was dark and warm this morning as we left the highly secure gated community to head for the big city. Hoover picked us up at 6:30 a.m. and the three of us were off for her right eye surgery. Conversation flowed between concern for Sylvia, Parker's birthday, yesterday's SOUPer Bowl service, and the Super Bowl. Only this drive was different than before. My only sibling, my older brother, was going to be meeting us.

Mom and Hoover went on in while I waited for him to arrive. Miscommunication had taken place... These things happen in changing roles. He did not realize it would be the boyfriend, the live-in daughter/sister, and him. Fortunately, they allowed him to go back and see her before the surgery started. I am so grateful.

So, while she was back in surgery.... the three of us sat.... me in the middle. The conversation flowed with ease at times and others - silence was spoken. Quickly enough, she was done and I was allowed to go back and see her. They both sat there - each loving her and wanting to go back and be with her. Love is a hard thing at times.

The post-op nurse remembered us...as had the doctor who put her to sleep... At times, laughter is a gift at awkward moments. Hoover went to go get his car, my brother- his as well, while I waited for her to come out in a wheelchair. The post-op nurse wanting to know whose car she was riding in this time. The boyfriend's won out given it was a car and easier to get in to.

The four of us had breakfast together at an IHop there in the big city. Soon enough, it was time for us to head back home. As the server started to hand the bill, I kicked my brother under the table.... Hoover insists upon paying for meals and gets insulted easily when challenged on it - a generational thing no doubt as well as loving her and wanting to provide for her in his own way. I've been down that road before. I should have warned my brother before we sat down... His leg survived though... as did Hoover's ego.

The three of us headed back to the highly secure gated community and my brother back to his house since he had taken the day off. And while he did not come here to take care of his mother - he is at home taking care of his daughter who is sick and at home today instead of at school. Hoover is at his house doing his Monday chores. Mom is fast asleep in her bedroom with her live-in caregiver listening for her call.

Tomorrow morning, the son-in-law is on duty while I teach a Bible study class on marriage. In the afternoon, Hoover is taking her to the follow-up eye appointment and will take notes for us... Mom does not always hear all the doctor says. And I will be at upstairs desk at the physical church building doing whatever needs to be done. Again, I am grateful.

Changing roles includes having more than one person being a caregiver for someone. The better individuals can work together for the good of all involved - the smoother things can go even when the waves are not always easy to navigate.

It is a privilege and a blessing to help someone else meet their most basic needs and even the more complex ones. Is it easy? Not always. Is it worth it? Yes, she is. The lessons are... And the fact is serving her is serving Him. That is more priceless than gold.

Jesus did not come to be served but to serve others.

Who do you need to show His love to today?

Life's Moments Continue II

This morning my cell rang. It was hubby. He and Austin had just passed a wreck on their way to the physical church building. He couldn't make out the person's face - too much blood. I started praying.... on my knees praying....

A few minutes later... my cell rang again. This time a name was attached to the person's face and the fact that she had to be care-flighted to a hospital in the big city. My prayers from earlier made sense now. I had prayed specifically for her... for her husband, children, family and friends. Her... I knew she had a husband, children, family, and friends. I just knew...

In Life's Moments Continue... , I talked about one of my prayer partners. It was her who was now needing my prayers. As I sit here thinking of her..... I can see her smile. I can see her eyes. I can feel her hand in mine as we've been there with each other through the thick and thin of life's moments especially through prayer. Some times together... others miles a part. Still connected.

I ask you to join me in praying. Her name is Sylvia. She is Jon's wife. The Cranny and Julie's mom. And a dear friend to countless individuals. She loves Jesus.

I also ask you to consider the following.....

How do you respond when His Spirit prompts you?

Do you trust and obey? or do you merely say, "No, not today."

I believe in the power of prayer.

And you.... yes, you.... have been prayed for this moment.

Dream. Prayers. Nineveh. Note.

In 1997, I had a dream. I was pregnant with a boy whose name was Parker.

On February 2nd, 1998 - that dream became a reality. Our third son was born. Parker Reed.

His arrival to us was too early... 2 months early.. and yet no doubt it came as no surpise to God.

Numerous prayers were prayed as he clung onto life. Blue in color. Lungs not fully developed yet. Transported to another hospital in another city from his mother in an effort to save his life.

10 years later.... You would never know he had been born a premie.. His intelligence keeps us on our toes frankly. He uses words like "fathom" and "probability" like his mother uses "......."

His overall health - not a thing wrong with him like the doctors thought would be. Thank You Lord!

At dinner one night at a Dairy Queen when we were in East Texas, I asked the boys a question.... "Where is your Nineveh?" Their dad had just preached on it.

Parker responded, "The school bus." The next day - when his dad went to pick him up from school, Parker was not there.

After calling the school bus - it was clear... Parker was in his Nineveh.

He has said he will ride that school bus unless there is some specific reason he needs to be picked up. He no longer has a reason himself.

He is on mission.

Parker had a student teacher (in her 80's) one day this week. She sent a note that said in part:

"Parker was such a help today! He is so courteous, generous, willing, and kind."

Thank You Lord for Parker and his life thus far.

Signed,
A Grateful Mother and Parker's sister in Christ

Loaves & Fishes NEEDS

Cereal
Jelly
Canned Tomatoes
Canned Vegetables
Canned Fruit
Canned Chili
Spaghetti
Corn Bread Mix
Rice
Dry Milk
Peanut Butter
Juice
Tomato Sauce
Canned Tuna
Canned Beef Stew
Instant Potatoes
Crackers
Macaroni & Cheese
Toilet Tissue
Shampoo
Soap
Toothpaste

One SOUPer Sunday Service.

One SOUPer Sunday Service at 10:00 a.m.

Bring your canned goods to restock our Loaves and Fishes ministry.

Be prepared to worship Him through prayer, music, opening of His Word, and etc.....

Witness the baptism of a student who said she would never come to church. She came DNow weekend.

This is a time to bring the whole family together.

There will be no Bible study classes meeting.

Come just as you are....

Walk away changed.

Hope to see you there!

EPR Update.

David will be back in the states by the weekend. He is going to Bethesda. His wife will join him there..

Thank you for your prayers and please keep praying.

Change. Change. UPDATE.

Part of the changes happening with our local church body includes that of one of our staff members leaving to answer a call elsewhere. She had been on staff for 7 years with a variety of titles and job descriptions. I was privileged and honored to work with her. And still will be working with her even though no longer at the same physical church building. She is an amazing woman and I have learned so much from sitting at her feet.

With her leaving, we have broken down her job amongst several of us. So, that will mean that I have more hours and responsibilities.

I was asked to post my schedule in an effort to help ease some of the confusion.

Ms. E. still works her same days at the downstairs desk with added responsibilities as well.

Here's my schedule...

UPDATE...

Monday:

8:30 to 2:30 p.m. - Working the upstairs front desk.

Tuesday:

9:30 to 11:30 a.m. - Teaching a marriage class. Spots still open. 14 women so far.
12:00 to 4:30 p.m. - Working the upstairs front desk.

Wednesday:

8:30 to 4:30 p.m. - Working the upstairs front desk.
6:30 to 8:00 p.m. - Co-teaching a parenting class with Brother G. Spots still open.

Thursday:

8:30 to 4:30 p.m. - Working the downstairs reception desk.

Friday:

8:30 to 4:30 p.m. - Working the downstairs reception desk.

Sunday:

Whatever is needed.


So, there's my physical church building schedule.

Remember though that ministry can take place wherever one is at.

Necessary Losses... All Gain!

Yesterday was it...

We said goodbye to our old ways of doing worship services and Sunday morning Bible studies.

They were necessary losses. Gone are the days of services at 8:00, 9:25, and 10:50 a.m. with different worship styles. They have and will continued to be grieved as they should... And then we need to truly get about moving on....

The changes happening with our services are yet another example of how God is working in the hearts and minds of our leadership, members, attenders, - the whole body.

The G family can't wait to see who is yet to come..

Can't wait to see their faces and say, "Welcome."

There are times when we experience necessary losses that truly are all gain.

We walk with you knowing not how long we will stay and yet thankful for the journey thus far.

Life's Moments Continue...

Thank you for all the prayers and messages in regards to our EPR. While we would like to be with him in person - by his side..... life's moments continue.....

Yesterday morning as I drove the 25 minutes or so to get to the place where the retreat was being held... I just knew I was going to be receiving some kind of information during the time I was to be speaking/teaching.. As some say, "Camey's weird like that." (I'll take being weird like that....) What? I did not have a clue..

Sure enough.. I had said maybe two sentence when hubby started texting me about his brother. I told the women I simply had to stop right there and pray or I would not be able to move on. Meanwhile back in G-town, one of my prayer partners was walking. It came upon her to pray right then for me and for whatever was going on. That's what can happen when individuals know each other so deeply through honest communication, prayer, and are open to the Spirit's moving.

The title was "Overcoming Depression"..

The description - "Open dialogue on a subject facing so many Christians today. Time to stop sweeping it under the rug and be the church HE has called us to be."

I shared with the women there the story about how I was not scheduled to work the day that Janie called the physical church building to speak to me about the retreat. And yet there I was answering the phone. I had been called to fill in for another staff member. Janie had a list of things she knew I could speak/teach on.. but what she really wanted to know was could... would I do depression. Funny enough? Depression is in part what brought us to G-town in 2005. My mother has been diagnosed with clinical depression since I was a little girl. She had been crying out to the Lord for help. She could no longer live with daddy by herself due to his declining health and ultimate passing on. Depression does not just affect the person who is depressed. It affects all they are in contact with in one form or another.

It was clear that the Spirit was moving amongst us. Women who had never said to anyone that they suffered from it currently or in the past or a family member did were raising their hands. Church staff members from all over were saying, "Yes. I'm depressed. I've been too afraid to let others know. I'm a Christian. I'm supposed to be happy all the time." I'm so grateful that the dialogue was indeed open. It was in fact raw and beyond real. And I could feel the prayers of all whom had been praying and were praying. "Happy all the time?" Can you show me in His Word where it says that please?? Anyone??

One thing that I shared about my mother was that even though she does indeed take medication for it.. she also prays and reads her Bible every single morning. That is just as vitally a part of her treatment as any pill she might ever take... or not.. She belongs to the Lord. And He does take care of her.... even if we do not always understand how that all works.

Like I told the women, when I speak/teach... I do not do all the talking... I want and expect those with me to participate. That is a part of hearing, learning, taking it all in, absorbing it so that it can take residence and then be lived out... poured out... I also shared one other important fact at the end of our time together....

I am an exceedingly shy person. Camey... the person is shy.... What anyone reads, hears, and/or sees is not me... on my own... it is the Lord at work in and through me. The Spirit alive and breathing as one dear woman said to me afterwards. Wow.... Talk about being speechless at that... It dumbfounds me still...

This morning... I shared with my mom where I had been and what I had spoken and taught on. As she laid in her bed .... tears filled her eyes and started rolling down her checks. The subject was not overcoming depression.. as in ten steps and poof it's gone. As in snapping ones fingers. It was in overcoming the stigmatism that still exists today all these years later in the church...

People = church.

Part of being the church HE has called us to be is to take off those blasted masks.

For underneath them is beauty amongst the ashes.

And if HE can see every single part of us and loves us enough for Calvary....

Long suffering should not be some thing we Christians try to deny and sweep under the rug.

Life's moment continue... Are you hungry for Him this moment?

Are you crying out to Him and knowing it is only in Him that you can go on?

That does not make you weaker... It makes you strong in His strength.. No matter what the world says.

EPR Update.

Hubby's brother David has been transported to Germany. He will remain there until they determine he can be moved to Bethesda here in the states.

His wife was not notified until hours later due to being on her way to the states from Japan to spend time with her mother. She will join not be able to be with him until he gets to Bethesda.

He was 3 feet away when the bomb went off. Needless to say, he is in serious condition but we're thankful he is alive and no one else was injured or killed.

Please keep praying for all involved. Not just for David, Nancy, and our family but for all involved.

Thank you.

Emergency Prayer Request...

Hubby's brother David was injured in an explosion and is listed in serious condition in Baghdad.

Please pray for him, his wife, and all of our family and those close to him...

Please pray for his relationship with God first and foremost.

Thank you.


Note: Yes, I received word from hubby about this while speaking on Depression at the retreat this morning.

Prayer Requets.

Please pray for the following.. They are in no particular order:

1) Mary - she is talking about her journey with God. Talk about joy in ones voice. (Jack's grandma)

2) Joe & family - he is in ICU currently after having a setback. (not local)

3) Cassandra - her overall life.

4) Those who have walked in today needing assistance in whatever ways. May their Real Help come from above.

5) Those who are participating in the retreat tonight and tomorrow in another town close by. May they hear the words the speakers have to say with open ears as well as hearts.

You, dear reader, have been prayed for wherever you are this moment.

All Are Welcome Here...

We just had a man come straight from jail to the physical church building this morning.

All are welcome here... (Two straight from jail within two weeks)

Please pray for him... His name is John. And we will definitely be following through.

Thank you.

Depression.

This Saturday, I have the incredible privilege of being a breakout speaker/teacher for a retreat.

The subject is Depression. The description is: Open dialogue on a subject facing so many Christians today. Time to stop sweeping it under the rug and be the church HE has called us to be.

I'd greatly appreciate your input... thoughts? stories?

Help me help others...

Feel free to leave a comment here or email me directly at cameybelieves@charter.net

Reflections. Looking Ahead.

Reflections:

Yesterday was an amazing day! Individuals and their lives being changed. His Word was taught, caught, and lived out... WORSHIP was alive...

One said she would never come to a church... she did Thursday night. She gave her life to Christ over the weekend! WHOA!

Pastor Jackson was seen taking his shirt off during the service. Totally cracked me up. I knew he had to have had his timing off. He did.... Fortunately, he had on his "dress" shirt underneath his DNow. It is okay to laugh church. Really.. it is...

Derrick rocked. Shelley brought it home. DNow has truly just gotten started.

I joined the Facebook world in yet another way to connect and network. HT to Bryan and Heather!

Hubby and I had a date last night. We did not even leave home. Cheap and yet priceless.

Looking Ahead:

This week is going to be wild to say the least..... More to come on that later...

Saturday I'm teaching/speaking on Depression at a retreat. Time slot: an hour.

Any thoughts? Comment or email me at cameybelieves@charter.net

Wii fun. Food. Silent Worship. Closet.

Wii fun:

The students had an incredible time playing the Wii during the rec portion of DNow yesterday. The Attic looked even cooler than usual with all the systems set up. It was a blast watching all the students hanging out and letting loose.

Food:

1,200 cans were collected by the students by going around their host home neighborhoods.

1,200 cans + $150.00 cash. Wow.

UPDATE: Correction... 1,376 cans + 119.?? cash. WHOA!

Silent Worship:

It began by having silence in the ride over to the physical church building from their host homes. As they entered the building... shoes came off.. again no talking... just silence.

100 students mind you... 100 plus all the leaders, other adults... Pastor Jackson..

Linc and the praise band were awesome and led us in a powerful time.

Ryan let it all out in his short sermon.

It is clear that He is moving among the students.. Keep praying.

Closet:

I had the incredible blessing of hanging out with the seniors from 4:30 to 11:00 p.m. During one on one time - one of the girls and my self went in to a closet to talk.

We had clothes hanging down on us. Suitcases around us. And yet, were still able to talk.. Really talk. And of course to pray.

The closet serves as a wonderful reminder that even though we may have things hanging down on us... going on around us.... He is there in the midst of it all.

And there is amazing grace found through Him alone.

Do you know His amazing grace?

From the desk..

There's piano music playing again...

that's what happens when you've got a Wee school around the corner from your desk..

Nap time anyone? lol

our Wee director is awesome! the teachers are too. and don't even get me started about those kiddos.

i've met several other really cool people today. prayed for them too...

some are leaders for DNow this weekend.

two others were here to check out our facilities. their body is growing. they were from the big city and with a different denomination even.... I love that...

this has been a freaky Friday... why?

SNOW!!!!

that's just merely icing on the cake. and i am grateful.

What do you see or hear from your desk?

Questions Answered.

Question: Pastor Richard Jackson as in pastor emeritus of a megachurch in Phoenix?

Answer: Yes. That Richard Jackson.

Question: What is my email address again?

Answer: cameybelieves@charter.net

As always, you are free to email with prayer requests and/or to update me on what is happening in your neck of the woods and/or with comments.

IT'S HAPPENiNG NOW!

The following are in no particular order:

1) It is in the air! You can taste it... IT is better than Starbucks. Better than hot fresh bread.

2) Shelley, Ryan and Cari are amazing! Flat out amazing... DNow (Discipleship Now) has been bathed in prayer and is birthing this weekend. Can't wait to see what happens in the lives of all those connected.. whether students, leaders, host homes, parents....

3) It is going to be contagious!

4) Pastor (Richard) Jackson will be with this Sunday officially as our interim pastor. HE is using him to challenge the fool out of our body. Bring it on!

5) Only two more Sundays of three services! Wonder how long that will last?

6) SOUPer Bowl Sunday - praying for those canned goods to come in like touchdown passes. Remember it's not just a can of corn - it is food for the hungry. Lets take care of our neighbors shall we?

7) One service on SOUPer Sunday... Can't wait to experience the whole body coming together! We're going to get really close that morning....

8) David, Andrew, and several others are letting their creative juices flow! Bring it on guys!

9) Prayers are being answered.... The above is proof! Changes can be good if HE is the reason.

10) No one rocks like HE does! He is the solid rock. The foundation. The Creator! It is all about Him!

And last.... but not least... you dear reader have been lifted up in prayer this morning wherever you may be this moment.

Do I Look Tired?

So, how does a mother know when her son thinks she looks tired?

He brings her an energy drink.

Ahhhhh.. the benefits of having Austin go to school where I work.

Life is funny.

Wednesday Night Reflection

Last night I was asked a question. A simple question really but one that reflects just a tad of what is happening with our local church body....

"Camey? Why aren't you in the foyer on Wednesday nights?" The answer? Well, last semester helped make this semester happen. Prayers are being answered all over the place and frankly it is blowing my mind. If I sound too pumped at this time of the morning, well.... I simply cannot help it.

Being in the foyer on Wednesday nights last semester was a part of being an outreach director for our children's ministry. It was also part of being a woman minister. More counseling took place in that foyer than I ever care to really share. Still does actually... And I am met with countless gratitude.

As I was getting things ready for the class, in they started walking. The class doubled from last Wednesday night. It doubled. The individuals bringing others with them are ones whom I first met last semester in the foyer. One just a month ago. She brought two others with her. More are expected this next Wednesday night... Please do not lose sight of the most important fact here... HE is at work in their lives. They are being drawn closer to Him.

Part of any topic specific class that I teach or co-teach always is brought back to that person's relationship with Him. Parenting is not about raising happy children who turn out to have high paying jobs and live in million dollar mansions. Please do not misunderstand me here... The best thing any parent can ever do for their child is point them to Him. To be a reflection of Him in their moments... That can only happen if He is alive in the parent's own life.

Wednesday nights rock! And I am honored to walk along side of these individuals.

I am rejoicing with hands held high... He takes individuals just as they are. And they are coming!

Picture. Picture.

His Name is Pat.

He is 78 years-old.

This is him waiting for the volleyball to come on his side of the court.

He inspires the heck out of those watching him.

There's This Woman...

We spent some time together earlier this evening. I cannot go into details...

Please join me in carrying her to Him.

Thank you.

Picture the Moments

Pictures taken in east Texas.. All by Parker except one.

Overwhelming Gratitude.

The last couple of weeks have been totally intense. There are things happening that words cannot do justice to. Overwhelming gratitude.

Today starts the Bible study on marriage that I am teaching. As a pastor's wife and woman minister, it is such a gift to be able to walk along side of other women and encourage them as HE continues to do so me. As Brother G stated in his sermon Sunday night.... our marriage is stronger now than it has ever been before. That only comes from Him... the triangle... God at the top - each of us in our relationship with Him and then together. God first, family, then the church..... Overwhelming gratitude...

Last Tuesday morning I said that marriage can be fulfilling and exciting. There is no doubt that with Him that is truly possible. For our real completion is found in Him and not our spouse. When we learn that.... remember that... take it to the very depths of our beings... it becomes all the more evident and real. For it is He who made us and knit us together in our mother's womb. It is He who gives us each breath.

I am met with overwhelming gratitude at His love, mercy, compassion, forgiveness, and the list definitely goes on and on.

And I am beyond thankful to be married to a man who loves Him more than me.

I encourage you to look deep into your own moments...

Where do you need to have overwhelming gratitude at how He is working?

Changing Roles: The Eye Has It.

My mother had her first eye surgery this morning in the big city. Her boyfriend came to pick the two of us up at 6:45 a.m. He insisted on driving. After having been gone all of yesterday, that truly was fine with me.

Mom and I went over all her paperwork as we waited for the nurse to call her back. There's always more paperwork to fill out after you get there... No matter what they say it seems.. Since she couldn't see to read it herself, I had to read it for her. Hoover sat quietly listening to me read to my mom. This has been her first real medical procedure since becoming a widow... single.... with a serious boyfriend. The lines are blurry between the moments in such cases. Being her medical representative is honestly stranger than it was being dad's. It is still a privilege and one that I take seriously.

Hoover and I spent some quality time talking while mom was having her surgery. He is a very kind man. And I am thankful that he cares for my mom like he does. Does it make for some strange times given our living arrangement? Absolutely.... Yet, I have no doubt there are reasons for it all. lol

When she was in recovery - I was called back. Hoover had to stay in the waiting room. Love is a hard thing at times. The nurse taking care of her came to understand quickly mine and mom's roles. It is necessary to talk very direct with my mom. That is a part of being her caregiver... Show compassion yes.... Still be very direct. It is possible with His help.

The nurse and I agreed that it would be best for mom to not come home for a few hours. She is currently at Hoover's house. Travman has a bit of a bug and it was decided to wait for mom to come home tonight instead. Hoover asked me if I wanted to come over too. And while there is a part of me that says as my role as her caregiver ... that I should be there... And yet....

Part of being a caregiver... of truly loving someone is coming to grips with doing what is truly best for them. That today.... was her going to his house instead of to our home. I'm only 5 minutes away tops in case of an emergency. Caregivers come in many forms after all.... and sometimes that means recognizing when a new caregiver has been added to the team.

Yes, I know there are those who will say, "Camey? You should have insisted she come home and not to his house. You're shirking your responsibilities." My responsibilities include assessing the best possible care for all involved. That has been done with due diligence.

Thank you for your continued prayers!

Praise & Request

Praise:

Yesterday was a wonderful day in east Texas! Pics to come....

Request:

Please pray for us as my mom has eye surgery this morning.

Thank you!

Saturday Funnies.

Parker's response to me about his snack:

"It takes like it expired. It has a bad after taste."

Fortunately for him... he was talking about store bought pudding.

*This Just In.... Parker and I just made cookies. His response - "They're perfect."

Brother G gets yelled at:

Brother G goes to the car wash after taking Austin to work... Suddenly he hears...

"HEY? ARE YOU FEELING BETTER?" as a woman starts to drive off.

Fortunately for him... she was yelling at him out of concern because he's been sicky.

This has been brought to you by: Heylaughterisworththesmile

Lifestyle Missionaries.

There's this woman that I've had the incredible privilege of knowing for a couple of years now. Yesterday, she had some news to deliver. This news was answers to prayers prayed for her and her husband some time ago now and yet will still continue in prayer and praise. Throughout our conversation, it reminded me all the more about being lifestyle missionaries.

Brother G and I were just discussing about how this is hardly thought of any more... In our compartmentalized world, we have put things into boxes - into time slots if you will. This being for that day and hour but not to overlap with this other area of our lives. Lifestyle missionaries..

One day this week I was asked about our traveling to east Texas for Brother G to preach. The individual did not understand how he could do such a thing or how our family could go with him. That our place is with the local church body.... only with this particular body. And while there is a part of human nature that makes one feel good about that for a moment... the moment flees when really thinking about it deeper.

Yes, Brother G and I are in vocational ministry.... but our mission is not only for one particular group of individuals who gather together at certain hours on given days. At times it does mean traveling to other places and sharing His Good News there. Being missionaries in foreign places does not always mean traveling overseas.

Does it make for a wild and crazy life? Yes... And frankly, we would have it no other way.

Our prayer is that more would consider what being lifestyle missionaries is truly about....

For His Word... His kingdom is not about just one day a week in one place.

Where is life taking you today? This moment? And who will you meet? Who will they see?

If His church is truly being His.... we should all be lifestyle missionaries.

Piano Music. Songs of Joy.

Sitting here at the desk, I can hear piano music playing in our Wee school.

At the moment, I find myself with songs of joy for seeing, hearing, smelling and tasting Him.

For answers to prayers prayed long ago and some as new as yesterday...

Who writes the music of your moments?

Her Name is Elisha.

What happened with her last night...

The Light on the hill...

She came straight there last night from jail. Yes... from jail.

Because of the Light on the hill. The Light that can be seen all over...

Elisha's coming is clear evidence... The sign is right...

God moving ahead!

And I am at a real loss for written words... the tears still flow even thinking about it.


Her coming was just a part of what happened last night. Yes, on a Wednesday night....

Thank You Lord for Elisha and Wednesday nights!

Light on the Hill.

What took place at our local physical church building last night still has me at a loss for written words...

Please stay tuned.. or if you're a local - I'll be thrilled to share with you in person or via the phone.

"Light on the hill."

At A Loss for Words.

What an unbelievable night! From start to finish... Unbelievable....

I'm at a loss for words.

Stay tuned....

Nickels. Dimes. Quarters.

Austin and I just returned from the bank. He had a deposit to make into his savings account, a certificate to show he had completed an on-line smart credit course, and had some loose change he wanted to get out of his way. He thought there was around $10.00. He was wrong.

It amounted to $37.58

Now to some that may be pocket change. To others that might be the world...

It definitely was a lesson for Austin and his mother on nickels, dimes, and quarters.

He now has been issued the challenge to do some thing for someone else with that money.

What are nickels, dimes, and quarters really worth to you?

High Heels. Raspberries.

High Heels:

This morning as I reflect back upon yesterday... I have to praise the Lord for high heels. The women's ministry of our local church body had its kick-off for this semester's offerings. As a part of my visual aid for the marriage class that I am teaching.. I was dressed in a skirt and had all of my hair down straight. Skirts for me almost always mean high heels. I mean high, high heels.

The women were given the opportunity to come to each table and sign up for whichever offering best suited their needs or want. I saw her walking towards me and began to smile. I had not seen this friend in a few months. She introduced the woman that was with her and began to share with her about my story..... She especially pointed out the fact that I was wearing high heels. The woman started rubbing her arms because she had the shivers... She then explained to me..

She had a child that had a form of muscular dystrophy. He died 5 years ago.. In May of 2008, it will be 5 years since I was completely healed. She welled up with tears at the fact that not everyone who has a form of muscular dystrophy dies. And I have never been so thankful to be wearing high heels on a Tuesday morning. And yes, I have the reputation of even running in them in the parking lot racing Parker to the van.

Raspberries:

Tonight starts the parenting class that Brother G and I are teaching. So as a part of studying up on the subject of parenting again... I did what I thought would yield the best research for this time of the day..

I walked into their room... went over to their bunk beds. Sat on the lowest bunk and gave Parker raspberries on his back to wake him up. Laughter is a great way to wake that kid up!

Praise You oh Lord for the gift of high heels and raspberries!

Speaking of Sticky Notes.

Please pray for Bill. He is a co-worker of Inez.

Thank you!

Prediction #2 Lives!

On January 1st, I posted Predictions for 08

Last night the leadership for our local church body gathered together for an in-depth look at our past, present and future. It was one of the best gatherings Brother G and I have been a part of during our time here.

Each person was given a sticky note, an agenda, and told to find a seat that fit their leadership position. The room was filled with chairs set up in circles with tags designating positions. Each circle had at least one position from all the various groups. That's how unity can truly start to take place!

There was opportunity for real discussion to take place. Heartfelt discussion... Passion-filled! It is evident that real change is taking place. Not starting six months from now.. or next year.. but it is happening now. Sunday will definitely show that! If you're a local.... you will not want to miss this Sunday.

Brother G and I encourage our local church body to continue to pray and seek His guidance! We encourage each person to ask God how you can be an active part of what is happening. Where you need to get involved.... and then for you to do it! Can't wait to hear testimonies of how God grows and stretches and lives are truly impacted for His kingdom alone.

And we ask that you continue to pray for us as individuals and as a family. We will be in east Texas again this Sunday.

Changes are happening. God is stretching us like never before.

Prediction #2 lives because He does!!

Prayer Requests. RQM.

Prayer Requests:

1) Joe, Sandy & family - not local

2) Laura - back in the hospital

3) MG - double knee surgery

4) B family - not local

5) C family - not local

6) Local church body as transition continues

7) The church body where we were yesterday - not local

8) Woman looking for a place to stay.

RQM:

Really quiet moments are nice.

Thank You..

Thank you to all who have said you will be praying for Brother G and our family today.

And we're praying for each of you, wherever you may be found this moment!