Answers to Prayers. Seeing God Move.

Back a few weeks ago I shared about The Ashes in Life. 10 Years. This morning... I saw Dating Ashley and walked up to speak with her. Friday night was so chaotic that I did not get to spend any time really talking with her upon their returning from camp. She looked at me and said, "So? Do you know?" She then proceeded to share with me about accepting Christ at camp on Wednesday night. We hugged and we cried... Then, she blew me away even more....

As we were worshipping, Pastor Mark asked a couple of the kids from camp to come up and share about it. Ashley not only got up there, she shared about the God-sized hole she'd had in her life. How only God was able to fill it and complete her. Again..... tears down my face. She so gets it now!! She then encouraged any one who was still searching to stop looking everywhere else but to God. Thankfully one of the gals next to me had a kleenex.

As we were getting ready to leave... Ashley came and found me. We hugged... and hugged. She will be out-of-town for a month. When she returns - she plans on getting baptized. She said, "My mom will come then and will have to let my little brother come too. Keep praying Camey!"

As if that was not enough......

We had the Lord's Supper this morning.... What an incredibly special time that was...

Our AP, Randal, announced he has been called to be the senior pastor of a church in Georgia. His wife, Cathy, was unable to be with him. He accepted the call last Sunday night for them to then run to be with her dad for his last few moments. Cathy is still in Florida. This couple are dear friends of ours as well. Cathy and I were both on staff together at another ministry when my dad passed on. We've been through many valleys together as well as mountain tops. She is definitely my sister in Christ. Randal is a brother to me as well. He and I get madder than a hornet's nest at each other but love each other (and each other's families) so deeply. We ache with each other. Laugh with each other. We hope..... We pray..... Distance won't change that I'm sure. And for those who were mad that I did not share about any big announcement being made today - not gonna apologize for that... it comes with the hats that I wear.

Brother G and I are currently teaching the 18-25 somethings during the 10:30 time slot. This morning - Brother G was needed elsewhere. Today I had 5 individuals in the group. One whom was in a class of mine a year or so ago.. another whom we've known for a couple of years. Since we really do not know many in the group - today we spent time getting to know each other some. The more transparent a teacher can be .... often times.... those in the class will follow. This morning was proof of that.

Holy Spirit was freely moving in that room. One guy who normally does not talk much... finished answering the direct question I asked him before needing to leave for his job at Wal-Mart...... he said, "No, I can't go until I finish answering your question." One guy had tears in his eyes as he was answering his question. One by one as they were walking out the door - they reached out to hug me. That's not me people... That's God moving.... I'm just the vessel being used at that moment.

I'm often told that individuals do not want to be asked questions... especially not direct ones. I beg to differ. My time with pregnant teens, single moms, young marrieds with preschoolers/children, teenagers, the homeless, and etc. all show otherwise.

If we want individuals to come to learn that God can and does meet them where they are at - wherever that may be - we must be willing to be His hands and feet. To ask those questions..... to take a vested interest in the life of another..... To share openly about how He has changed our own lives and is still changing us daily.... To not make complete sentences and yet for them to make sense because of Him because no other answer works.

I do not know if I will see Ashley get baptized.

Or see her mom and brother come to know Jesus.

But I do know this.... PRAISE GOD for how He moves...

For He has passed by this way..... He has made His presence known.

And today... we drank from the cup and ate the bread and remembered it was He who gave His life for each one of us.

Time to get out of that boat people! And walk......

Life's AHA Moments! Compassion.

Last night our two oldest sons, Austin and Travis (16 & 13) returned from Student Life Camp. As I sat there and listened to them.. it was clear that they indeed have had "AHA" moments this past week.

I asked each one of them, "If given the choice between going back to Student Life Camp for another week or going back to Mission Arlington - which one would you pick?" They both said Mission Arlington. In fact, Austin said, "I don't think I'll be going to Student Life Camp next summer. My plan is to be out serving others instead." Travis said, "I'd definitely take Mission Arlington. Sure it was tough work but well worth it."

As with any trip away from mom and dad our sons go on, I spent some one on one time with each son. A couple of weeks ago, I thought about suggesting to Austin that he adopt a child through Compassion International (www.compassion.com) - I decided against it. Now I know why......

Austin has adopted Frixon Ariel Medranda Vera - a ten-year-old boy from Ecuador this week through Student Life Camp for $40.00 a month. Any day of the week as a parent and as a sister-in-Christ - I'd rather him do such a thing because he is compelled to because of God's love outflowing through him. Austin is at the little store here in the highly secure gated community as I type this with yet another purpose for his service there. He is a stocker, checker, produce man, and etc. with a joyful heart and a smile that reflects that even when he is dirt tired.

Travis said to me, "Mom, I have to agree with Austin. I don't know that I'll be going back to Student Life Camp next year either. I know there are better ways to spend my time for God." We have seen such incredible growth in Travis the last few months especially. And as Parker, our ten-year-old said, "That's what we're suppose to do - not stay the same. We're suppose to grow as we serve. And serve as we grow." Talk about "AHA".....

Parker has spent a good amount of time with me at the physical church building this week. We've talked about the various things as they've gone on. From the phone calls of individuals seeking shelter, food, or ...... to those who walked in the doors - we talked. One man came in to the building as I was upstairs making sure the night service was on. Parker ran up the stairs to get me saying, "Mom, I think he's been in jail. He needs help." He was right. And when I told the man I remembered him from a few months ago, he had tears streaming down his face.....

"You remember me Camey?"

Please note here.... I did not have my name tag on. He then said, "I remember how kind you were to me. Thank you."

God's Compassion fails not.... we just have to remember it's His... not ours to keep.

As with Compassion International.... it can be as simple as $40 a month..

As with Healthy Kids... it can be as simple as giving out a free lunch...

How is His Compassion flowing out of you?

Rumors!!!!

Rumor #1:

I hear the students will be back around 6:00 p.m.

Answer: True. Can't wait to see those smelly faces and hug the heck out 'em and see how God rocked their worlds!

Rumor #2:

Brother G was seen working at Wal-Mart today.

Answer: Also true! In addition to being The Lawn Pastor ... he's now The Wal-Mart Pastor too. See a pattern??? (He's a stocker.. not a stalker.. watch the spelling please people.) Stay engaged where you are at and be prepared to leave brings on whole new meaning yet again.

Rumor #3:

The students were challenged in last night's sermon to stay on their mission trip even after it is over.

Answer: True! I know because I was listening live via their website! As a parent with a son going on a mission trip here soon - it's okay with me if he does not return because he has been called to stay there. Yes, I just said that out loud (well, sort of). He's not mine to keep any way..

Rumor #4:

There are items needed for VBS still.

Answer: True! Remember folks.... we're looking to have hundreds kiddos here at the physical church building that week. Some of which we're connecting with through Healthy Kids currently. (Over 600 plus free lunches have been served since the 5th of June.)

Rumor #5:

It will be hard to top the motorcycles from last year. What are they going to pull out of their hats for this one?

Answer: That was off the charts! And true... very true. I have no clue - even if I did...... shhhh

There ya have it folks.

I'm Naked. I Gotta Go Potty.

I'm often asked why I get such a kick out of working the front downstairs desk on Thursdays and Fridays....

You know the old, "Why on earth would anyone want that job?"

The widow ladies are going on a day trip today.

"I'm naked."

"I gotta go potty."

These things have already been said to me this morning while at this desk.

The one lady was seeking my help because she had forgotten her earrings. Therefore, she was naked by her definition of the word and circumstance.

The other ladies all saying, "I gotta go potty" took the time to then explain to me the necessity of going to the potty before going on a road trip.

There ya go... Just a couple of reasons why. Laughter simply abounds!

Praises! Prayers Being Answered.

Latest txt msg from Dawn:


"Praises! Wrangler moved from ICU. Now at Richardson Tower. Night went well. Go 2 Harris Hospital website and send him an email. They will hand deliver 2 him! He was very excited 2 get some yesterday!"

For specific room number information - please contact me directly via the physical church building until 4:30 p.m. central or leave a comment here and I will call or email you with the information.

Please keep praying! God is answering prayers...

Praying in the Spirit. Noticing Others.

Yesterday morning before leaving for the physical church building - I had been praying in the Spirit. A "open my eyes - help me see what You see.... make me not be able to be comfortable" type praying. This is a part of my very breathing... For someone who is as shy as I am - the type of ministry I've been called to requires more from me than I am able to do or give on my own. I depend greatly upon Him to guide me. Otherwise - sitting behind this desk is good with me. That's why it demands surrendering every single day. Again praying in the Spirit....

Please be aware - this next part may offend some. Others will be able to laugh with me and understand my gratitude.

I threw down my dinner. I was so hungry that I did not really take the time to eat slowly. Really had not eaten that well during the day so was ready to chow down. Totally forgetting that I do not eat broccoli and cauliflower in such situations. It tasted so good though!

So, on my way to make a hospital visit.... Gas and burping became a passenger. Shortest hospital visit I have ever made! I headed back to the physical church building to hide out until Parker was ready to leave.

I was sitting at my desk upstairs when she walked by...Her head was hanging down low. There was sadness and despair written in her overall body language. She did not notice me at first but then turned around and looked directly at me. I motioned to her to come on in...

She tried to act as if nothing was wrong at first. Then I asked her, "Tell me why the despair?" She looked at me as if she realized I knew any way... and then poured.... and poured.... out.

This is one time when I can say that gas was a blessing. Praying in the Spirit often brings about opportunities to truly notice others. I was not able to immediately solve her problems. But sometimes - just knowing someone will listen and then actually does is food for the body and soul.

Please pray for this woman and her circumstances.

Please pray also for the woman in the hospital as well.

Although I would beg to say that they both were in one.

Speaking of Difficult Moments...

This morning I am totally laughing. The main computer I use is not working properly...

Yes, it is the very one I have the first installment of the writing opportunity thingy on.

Good thing I was able to print a copy up before the computer went south. (Funny I thought we were already south being in Texas!) Looks like I'll have to retype the whole 750 words.

Now is that really a difficult moment? On one scale perhaps.. others - nope.

Wrangler is having surgery again this very moment - talk about truly difficult.

Please continue to pray for him and all connected.

May they know The Comforter's presence like never before.

Dealing with Life's Difficult Moments.

One of the things I'm often asked to talk about is about dealing with life's difficult moments. So, here we go... if you know me at all.... if I can share from personal experience(s) - I try to. I've found over the years that it helps others connect better.

I was asked specifically: "Camey? The last ten years of your life especially are like something one would read in a book. How can you say if you never receive another blessing you're blessed beyond measure and richer than rich?" Okay... So how can I?

The last ten years have been the worst of the worst and the best of the best all thrown in and mixed up together. Through all of life's ups and downs and twists and turns... God has been there. He has been my refuge. I have learned that there are no arms better. There is no love stronger. There is no bond tighter. There is no relationship more important.

One day when daddy was needing a bath... I had the privilege of telling him he was just going to have to get over my bathing him. The nurse could not do it alone given daddy's health at that moment. Daddy was mad at me. I was his daughter... I was not suppose to be bathing him.. taking care of him... He asked me, "Cam? When did I give up control?" I then reminded him of the years when I was ill (trading places takes on a whole new meaning here) - he told me numerous times over that my not being able to do something for myself was another person's opportunity to receive a blessing by doing it for me. That we never have the ultimate control that we think we do. So, I repeated back to him what he had said to me. . And we laughed.

Why laugh? Was that laughter inappropriate given the circumstances? No... not at all. He was mad at someone whom he had cried many many tears with years before when she was lying in a hospital bed not able to move from the neck down. Now.. here was that same person being able to bathe him.. take care of him.. at his times of greatest physical needs. The most basic of basic needs just as that person had known herself. As I had known myself.....

During the years that I was ill, daddy would often say to me, "You know, God is teaching me that as much as I think I can take care of you.. make it all better... save you... I can't." And I could not make it all better or save him either. I wasn't suppose to. That was not my place as it was not his either.

We were created for God... He is the Only One who can truly save any of us. It is only the depths of His love that even in the midst of the most difficult moments can make one be filled with joy and laugh. Pain can rip out our hearts to such a degree that we think we will never be the same again. And honestly, when pain comes - it means we are to be changed - stretched. We are given the opportunity to look to Him, and say, "I will trust You even when it does not make sense."

God is bigger than any and all circumstances. And when we can come to grips with that...

We can dance when the rain comes in our bare feet and sing His praise with arms wide open even to a song we don't like the beat of.

Are you able to dance today.. this moment?

Are your arms wide open or are they closed not willing to be unclenched?

Prayer Requests for Staffers.

UPDATE 6/24/08:

Funeral for Cathy's dad is Thursday 6/26 in Bartow, FL. For more information you may contact the physical church building.

Wrangler is off the ventilator.. He is doing good. Talking a little. Keep praying for no infection. He is at Harris Downtown Ft Worth. More surgeries to come.


(AP) Randal - Cathy's dad passed away Sunday night in Florida. His diagnosis of cancer to passing was very quick.

(MA - preschool/children) Cassie - her son, Wrangler, was hit on his motorcycle and is at this moment having surgery on his leg. He will have several more surgeries. He will be in the hospital 7 to 10 days at least according to doctors.

Please join us in lifting up these staffers and their families/friends during these times.

Thank you.

It's A Funny Monday.

It is not even noon here in G-town. (might be by the time I'm finished. lol)

What a funny Monday....

By 8:15 a.m.:

A gang of 88 peeps left out of the physical church building parking lot heading for Student Life Camp in LA. Two of those peeps are mine and Brother G's sons - Austin and Travis. Talk about excited! Too dang funny. They didn't have to hug their mama goodbye before getting on the bus because we're a hugging family daily anyway.

There are a few individuals that I have purposefully been investing time in the last couple of months especially. Some are also on that bus. I asked the one with the name written on my prayer band how could I be specifically praying for her this week.. Her response... "That I would have the courage to share my faith with others." Oh my.... what a privilege to pray that kind of prayer. Please join me won't you?

Another individual on the bus I've requested prayer for numerous times before from various individuals/circles. She is not happy about being on that bus. She may be smiling but she is not happy. Brother G, myself, her grandparents and etc... cannot wait to see what God has in store for her this week. It is no coincidence she is on that bus. Yes, of course, please pray for her.

Please pray for all those adults and students. Pray also for their families back in G-town. May God truly rock lives this week! May they be shaken and stirred and poured out!

11:30 a.m.:

I was arranging for more time for the young woman and baby to stay where they had been moved to on Friday. Shortly afterwards - she tells me her news.. She has found a place to stay with a friend. That friend has a relative who is willing to loan her an extra vehicle they have to get back and forth to the new job she just got on Friday. She was beyond grateful to our church body.... and hopefully we'll see her for dinner and Bible study on Wednesday night if not before. Yes, keep praying for her and her baby.

Parker and I had made a delicious homemade lunch of three cheese grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup with bacon. We cooked together and then totally chowed down together. Yummy!

Brother G has called a few times from the physical church building... He's working on website stuff this morning and eating lunch with a fun bunch of peeps. Funny enough? More knocking this morning from a different church than last week. We kind of thought maybe that one had gone past us... Goes to show... Seeking God's face!! And yes, we believe in being open about the fact that his resume is out and about. We're prepared to stay in G-town or to leave... staying fully engaged and yet prepared to move. THAT is only possible with HIM!

All day today:

It's Shelley's birthday! Yes, she purposefully planned to be gone to camp! That right there is someone who cares more about the students than being pampered.... lol We love you Shelley! We are exceedingly blessed to call you our sister in Christ, dear friend, and our sons' student minister (along with Ryan.. except the sister part... lol)

Right now:

I'm closing this puppy down. That writing assignment has my name on it. And I am counting my blessings for the privilege of being able to write about how prayer and serving truly go hand in hand.

OH... and yes.... lest I get in trouble again for not mentioning it... It has been 5 years now since I was completely healed physically. My gratitude for that goes without saying. May I never forget what it was like to be fed, bathed, and etc.... Somehow, I know I won't. My HOPE is in the Great Physician ALONE... otherwise - I should still be paralyzed from the neck down waiting to take my last breath.

And you've been prayed for wherever you are at this moment! Thank you for that privilege.

Oh Those Men.....

This afternoon I was reflecting back over the day thus far...... I could not help but smile deeply. Let me explain why...

The G family is incredibly blessed to have some amazing men in our lives. Some having been around since I was a little girl - others having really known only for a few months now. One thing is a common thread amongst these men.

Shortly before leaving the physical church building, one stopped me and put his arms me and hugged me tight. And I hugged right back. We do not always agree but that does not stop us from loving each other richly. If you've ever heard me talk about "The Ten Men"... he is one of them. Brother G walked up shortly after and this man said, "Hey Man! I'm praying!" And laughter erupted as only can between individuals who are so connected. Brother G knowing that I had shared with this man something we've been discussing and praying about and seeking God's face on. This man almost always says to me, "I love you kid." And without question - we love him and his wife.

Another man was opening the doors for individuals. As he was finishing for the morning, he walked over to me and hugged me. For as long as we've known one another - the majority of my life now... he has started off conversations with me by asking, "So? How's Camey today?" Today was no different. We share life's ups and downs and have seen each other through some of the best of times and worst. Again, we do not always agree but that does not stop us from loving each other richly. And without question - we love him and his wife. And yes, he is another one of "The Ten Men."

Over the course of the last couple of weeks in particular.. Brother G and I have been getting to spend real time getting to know Pastor Mark.. Mark. I've been asked what are my thoughts and opinions of him. That always strikes me as funny actually. This morning's sermon was an example of why there is no doubt Mark already holds a tender place in our hearts... He shared about how only God completes any person. About how we are to seek God's face and not only His hand. He was wearing this dumb smile because he is so excited about going to camp with our students this week. Why it is called a "dumb smile" is beyond me because it really is rather smart.

Earlier this morning I wrote about another very special man in our lives.... Again... One common thread....

They are some of God's men. God loves them. They love God. And because of that... they invest in the lives of others. Giving what they do not have on their own but must rely on God for.

So, I issue this challenge for any man reading this.... Consider the following:

What do individuals say about you?

Do you invest in the lives of others because of God's love for you and yours for Him?

In this day and age... it is vitally important for men to step up to the plate and get off the sidelines or the couch.

Are you now.... will you be.... One of God's Men?

Are you ready to go where no man can truly go alone?

One of God's Men.

Today is the birthday of a very special man. He is clearly one of God's men. Time and time again, God uses this simple man in ways that only He can. This man at times wears his heart on his sleeve but that truly only makes him more endearing. This man is not afraid to say what he thinks and mean what he says. This man is a risk taker for the sake of God's kingdom alone. This man is a devoted family man. I could go on and on for this man is truly one whom God has used time and time again in our moments of life and living... especially through prayer and real communication. This man is a servant of God.

Happy birthday to one of God's men!

May God bless you PT in ways you've only yet to dream of... for His glory and honor alone.

The G family loves you and are grateful for your life beyond words.

Prayer. A Date. Saying Sorry. Funny.

Prayer:

On Wednesday afternoon, I had the opportunity to spend some time talking with a man that encourages the heck out of me. Funny enough? This man and I have never met face to face.. yet. In that phone conversation, he and I were discussing the importance of prayer in the moments of life and living... and in serving. Late yesterday afternoon I was asked why do I take prayer so seriously. The conversation with this man came rushing back into my mind. And that was used to help share with this other individual about seeing prayers answered in ways that one simply cannot explain except with God and the power of Holy Spirit. Conversations not filled with empty words. Words that help breathe God's kindness and grace into those of others.. The effect is one of overflowing, pouring into another, and the ripple goes on and on. I believe in the power of prayer. And I am always thankful for the opportunity to share about the Hope that is only found in God.

A Date:

As we were leaving the physical church building last night, Brother G and I were talking with two teenage girls about the importance of dating even after having been together so long. Our lives have been extremely wild as of late... so, we decided to go to dinner and then for a ride out in the couuuuuuunnnntry. As I was having the pleasure of riding in the passenger seat along side of the man that I love more today than yesterday... I could not help but be taken in by the scenery and the sound of his voice as he was singing. As we returned back into town - talk about feeling refreshed and revived. We weren't gone but a couple of hours and yet they were incredibly sweet. I am blessed beyond measure to be Brother G's sister in Christ, wife, mother to his sons, and partner in ministry. That all goes back to prayer..... every single bit of it.

Saying Sorry:

Yep. I had to say I was sorry to Brother G just a few minutes ago. OUCH! Fortunately, every one who knows me knows I'm soooo not perfect anyway.. He asked if there was a new message on the answering machine last night when we returned back to the house. I said no... just assuming without checking that it was a message I left for my mom to hear. Nope... when I checked it this morning.. it was for Brother G. (Knock. Knock.) Again... that all goes back to prayer..

Funny:

Parker absolutely cracks me up. As we were spending time together this morning - just the two of us... he said to me, "Well, that's obviously......." Oh, did I say, "just the two us?"

As always, you've been prayed for this moment wherever you may be.

Those Calls. Those Faces.

Little did I know when I wrote that post this morning what would transpire on this regular Friday.

Parker wanted to be with me today. He was still asleep when I left for the physical church building this morning, so I let him stay asleep. Around 10:00 a.m. he called me still really wanting to be with me even though there were others at the house. There was a sense of urgency to his voice. I immediately left and went back to the highly secure gated community and picked him. My phone rang again while driving...

Parker and I then had an adventure with the young woman and her four-month-old son. She needed to be moved from one place to another. The timing did not work out for an individual I had arranged it with. So, there we went... Parker and his mom... also his sister in Christ.

The little car could not hold all her and the baby's things. Two trips were necessary. As Parker and I got back in to the car to head back over to where she was at - the car would not start. Please keep in mind here that I am talking about the sixteen-year-old car which totally has a mind of its own as we say. I was calling the physical church building for assistance when finally - it started and we were back on our way.

After we got her and the baby's things all moved - we got some lunch and took her to the place in which she now has a job. Her and the baby mind you... The manager totally agreeing to give her and the baby a ride back when they were finished.

Parker was a tremendous help during all this. He not only helped keep an eye on the baby while he was in his car seat or bouncer, but also made him smile and babble. Please do not lose sight of the fact that I'm talking about mine and Brother G's ten-year-old. He could have been at the house playing video games or whatever else. He knew he needed to be with me. Funny how that works. Also, the manager could have said no to the baby coming with her and to giving them a ride when finished. Too many other details falling into place so quickly.

Shortly after getting back to the physical church building, individuals started returning from Healthy Kids. Families going out and feeding families today. A dad, mom, two boys and a daughter not only giving out free food but books as well. Another set was an older man and his daughter... the volunteer which I talked about yesterday. The older man has just agreed to help teach seventh-grade boys Bible study on Sunday mornings. Travis, our middle son, is in that group.

Like I have said numerous times... I do not believe in coincidences.

Kind of like how a church on the other side of town called today. They saw on-line where we're doing the same VBS they are and want to see how we can work together in reaching this town for Christ those weeks by sharing resources. That church is where we held the worship services for our annual Love Granbury this past April. Love Granbury being where we go out as The Church and share God's kindness in our town and surrounding communities. That's the weekend that Austin made public his surrender to God and ministry. He's been a Christ-follower since he was in the first grade.

Behind me at the front desk sits a box of food waiting for an individual to pick up. I'm watching one of the dearest people I know clean windows even though in a couple of hours... there will be children all over this place for a Kids Night In. The kids stay - the parents/grandparents go out.

And as I was typing that last part... another call for assistance came in..

Those calls. Those faces.

It's Friday... not a Sunday....

Fortunately, God does not live by times on a website or entrance door alone.

What time does your clock say it is?

How will that direct your steps and sharing His love and kindness?

Those Calls. Seen. Unseen.

Late yesterday afternoon, I received a phone call. It is a call that I've gotten several times while being here in G-town and ministering to the seen and unseen.

"Camey..... I don't have anywhere to go. Can you help me?" Each time this has been said by a young woman with a baby/child.

She was calling from a hotel room where she only has money to stay a couple of nights at the most. The shelter at this point is not an option. Rules and regulations and all that jazz.

Please pray for her and her baby. Please pray for those who will have the opportunity to invest in someone(s) they've yet to met or might possibly not ever.

I cannot begin to tell you how many individuals I talk with every single day..

Those calls.. Seen and Unseen by those around them.

Fortunately, God is God.

May she see Him like never before in those He sends their way. Whether she sees them or not.

Prayer. Serving.

What on earth could those possibly have to do with each other?

That's what I'm currently working on in regards to the whole writing opportunity thingy for the moment.

So.... for those who have said you will pray and/or are praying for me about this...

There ya go...

750 words.. hmmm.

And if someone wants to take a stab at writing my bio for me - go for it!

3 lines only please.

Funny Looking Group of People.

Last night was flat out amazing. I was in the back of the crowd listening to a funny looking group of people share about serving others. Why were they funny looking? Let me explain....

Any time you take a group of middle school kids, four high school guys and girls, and throw in a few adults with opportunities to really serve others - chances are they will have these encounters that simply blow them away. Therefore, not returning the same as when they left.

We did not just listen to the group. Thanks to Lincoln's incredible talent... we got to watch them in action via video. Time and time again, a thirteen-year-old or fourteen-year-old holding hands with a little child while playing games. They also did trash pick-up, held a free garage sale, did general repair work, fixed hundreds of free sandwiches, and the list goes on and on. Again... a funny looking group of people serving others.

I'm sure that going to Disneyland is lots of fun and memories are definitely created that can last a life time. Please note... I'm not knocking that sort of thing. But what I am saying is this...

We were created to serve. And when we serve in and through God's kindness - there really is nothing that can compare to it. Not winning a Super Bowl, or PGA Golf tourney or the Lottery. Lives are changed beyond one moment in a time.

Just ask that funny looking group of people.

Who says that teens are the leaders of tomorrow?

And in being in the back of the crowd - I had the pleasure of watching those in front of me...

They were moved to tears and inspired. They even danced and moved around to silly songs.

When it was over... as I walked around talking with various adults I heard the same thing over and over again.....

"Wow! I had no idea that's what they were going to doing. It makes me want to serve. G-town needs that sort of thing right now."

Thank you Ryan and Shelley for leading by example yet again. You guys rock!

And it is a pleasure as a parent to have two of those funny looking people still talking my ear off about it. Praying daily about how they can serve others wherever they are.

Serving others really is that easy.

Seeking Silence. Listening.

The last couple of nights I have been so wired. There is much going on in our lives that words simply will not do justice to at this point and time. As the rest of the household was snoring last night, I was seeking silence. Hence, the headphones were put on and the tunes were tuned up high..... lol

One of the things I've been discussing with individuals a good amount lately is prayer. About how to bathe life's moments in direct communication with God. In good times, bad, or in-between.... there is no communication for the Christ-follower that can compare to pouring out and listening.

There are times when I'm asked to pray for various individuals or offer to. And while I consider it a tremendous privilege and blessing to pray for others.... to stand in the gap for them... there is no comparison between my prayers for them and them praying themselves. For one thing I firmly believe about prayer ........ it changes the person who is praying. That I can testify to.... a work in process constantly. Refining... pruning... growing.. stretching.. letting go... moving forward.

And in seeking silence and listening.... change is a desired result. Or at least it should be. Not change for the sake of change alone... for that is rarely ever long lasting or permanent.

If you're overwhelmed by the chaos and noise... may you seek silence and listen.

May the Holy Spirit be more to you than just a voice on one side of your shoulder.

And may any change that occurs be for God's glory and honor alone.

Right in Our Own Town. Who Are Our Neighbors?

Healthy Kids is in full force in G-town. Today was the perfect example of why this is a huge need in our town. I'm not even sure I can fully put it into words at the moment.

Four girls walked up to my desk at the physical church building after returning from delivering Healthy Kids sack lunches to their designated site. The looks on their faces were that of sheer concern for a family they met. They were sharing what they learned about them and were trying to come up with ways to meet more of their needs. These girls are 4th and 5th graders. It was not okay with them to just give them a meal and be done with them.

Apparently, this family had walked 1 and 1/2 miles to receive their free sack lunches. It's Texas and hotter than heck today.

Needless to say... this family will receive help in a variety of ways now. Please pray for them.

Right in our own town...

Who are our neighbors?

May we be guilty of loving like Jesus.

Why Lawn Pastoring?

Yesterday I was told by a few individuals that they've seen Brother G mowing various lawns over the last couple of weeks or talking with the owner of that particular lawn. They were puzzled.

Why would an educated man such as Brother G spend time mowing lawns.

Why Lawn Pastoring?

Our response is: The church is not found inside the walls alone. Nor are we to only minister to those who believe and think like we do.

On Saturday, Brother G was spending time with one of the individuals he has the pleasure of being a Lawn Pastor to. It is due in part to that individual that Brother G is connected with the Carters. The Carters are not a part of a "church" currently.... They never have been. Never. Being inside the walls of a building known as a church is not a part of their vocabulary or lifestyle.

Why Lawn Pastoring?

There are individuals who have never seen The Gospel Alive and Living. Yes, even here in the USA. Grass grows, needs to be mowed, fertilized, and etc...

It really is that simple.

Father's Day. A Wedding Ring.

Father's Day:

One of my favorite memories of my daddy is surprising to some. It actually came at the end of his moments that made up his dash. It was when I realized he had taken his final breath. After announcing to all there he was gone.... I walked out into the hallway and threw my hands up in the air and worshipped and praised God and was full of thanksgiving.

This may sound strange to some... hang with me here... daddy had been convinced that if he could just get out of the bed and go to the bathroom - he would be able to get out of the hospital and go home. We started referring to the bathroom as "The Promised Land." The bed was the desert and he was wandering. And man oh man.... let me tell you... keeping daddy in that bed at times took four of us. He could not be left alone for even a moment. There were times when daddy did not know best. Fortunately, God does. Therefore, Father Knows Best.

Upon his last breath in that physical body - daddy's Spiritual life and living had never been more real. That's why I say, as thankful as I am for having been physical healed myself in 2003, my daddy received the Ultimate Healing. He ran his race and crossed the finished line. My daddy was a servant of and for God - Our Real Father...... the most important relationship we can ever have.

One thing that my daddy and my hubby definitely agreed upon - Living for God is the Only Way to truly Live. I am exceedingly grateful that the two most important men in my life knew/know the secret to real success. For success in life is not found in climbing the corporate ladder or the creating the last and greatest gadget. Although - in of themselves - there is nothing wrong with that. Success is found in trusting and following God no matter how many moments there are in-between the dash. It is in realizing that Life is about Him.

Speaking of my hubby..... I'm telling on him here... last night he had the hardest time going to sleep. He normally is in however many services we have on Sunday mornings. This morning - he was going to be teaching a Bible study class. And the very thought of opening The Word and unpacking it for those who would be listening had him all excited. Let me tell you.... That's why he is my hubby right there! And I've never been more thankful that he is the earthly dad to our three sons. Time and time again - he points them to their Real Father. And all three know who their Real Father is and can share with you about Him and His Free Love.

A Wedding Ring:

In history, June 15th marked a special day in the lives of two individuals. It is because of that day and the love those two individuals shared that I wear a certain wedding ring on my left hand. Please note here that Brother G and I got married on August 19th, 1989. The ring I wear is the one that my daddy placed on my mother's hand on the day they got married all those years ago. Having lost my own wedding rings a few years ago... my mother gave me her rings to wear instead of them staying in a box until she's taken her final breath.

I purposefully mention the wedding rings for this reason.... even though times have changed greatly since the day they were placed on her finger and then on mine... One thing has remained the same. God is still God and He is unchanging even in the midst of change.

And I dance today because I am able. My Father is truly my Audience of One. I do not have to dance with prince charming because I dance with The King whether seemingly alone or in the arms of my husband or with Austin, Travis and Parker.

To all you dads out there - you were just prayed for!

Open Communication. Real Talk.

Today I am expressing gratitude and thankfulness. Yesterday from start to finish was full of open communication and real talk with various individuals. Some - I have known for years; others have only known by sight and the casual "hello"...

There's an older woman in my life's moments. I had the opportunity to talk with her on the phone and then to actually see her in person. We tease each other and yet, when the conversation goes deeper - there is real encouragement between us. We do not always see eye to eye. And that is more than okay. I am thankful for her just the same.

A certain man and I got to spend some quality time talking while he was waiting for others to arrive at the physical church building for Healthy Kids. This man shared with me how much he still misses my dad every single day. He shared stories about watching dad when he did not know he was looking. He shared about dad's kindness... a type of kindness that comes from God and not any one person themselves. This man spent numerous hours with me in waiting rooms while dad was in the hospital the last couple months of his moments here.. And yesterday, he listened as this silly woman shared with him about her passion bucket and various others things going on in life and living. And he could not have been of any more encouragement. I pray I was to him as well. I am thankful for him.

Last night we were hanging out at G-town's pool. As I walked around talking with various individuals about their moments... I noticed one woman sitting by herself and walked over and sat down with her. She is one whom I've only known by sight.. and the casual "hello"... That's now history.

This woman shared with me about a girl who was in the pool. Her story made my chin drop. And if you've ever heard me share some of the stories I can personally share - that's saying a lot... I was moved to tears. As we were talking - the girl kept going in and out of the pool and coming over to us. Her smile was radiant. As she purposefully got me wet - her laughter was sheer gold. I wish I could have bottled it to pour out on others.

There is much to be said for general chit chat.. And yet, nothing beats open communication and real talk.

How long has it been since you've pulled up a chair?

or made that phone call?

sent that email?

May God's kindness flow in today's moments.

May it cause others to see The One and Only Hope.

Missionaries Report... Austin & Travis

This is the first of several reports we hope to share here on Life in the Moments.

Austin and Travis could not stop talking last night about all they experienced and witnessed and had the privilege and blessing of being a part of this week. They laughed, got teary eyed, sang us songs, and told story after story. I wish now I had been videotaping.... They were beyond inspiring... and inspired...

The G family would like to thank all who have been praying for them while they've been gone.

Talk about your passion buckets! We're thankful to not only be their parents but their brother and sister in Christ.

Sharing God's love is as simple as making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Stay tuned for more reports!

How can you serve someone today? this moment?

Mission Home Policies

Our local church body has a newly built Mission Home.

If you or a church body you are connected to has a Mission Home with policies in place regarding it - we would greatly appreciate your help.

As a growing church seeking to be of aid to those in need of a respite - policies are definitely needed now.

If you can help - please leave a comment here and I will get back to you ASAP.

Thank you.

The Ashes in Life. 10 Years.

Last night I spent some quality time hanging out with our students. Softball Ash was having a hard time finding a book of the Bible. I told her there's nothing wrong with using the Table of Contents. That's what it is there for until she learns them. So, she looked it up for herself and upon finding it, she said, "Thanks Camey for not finding it for me." She laid her head on my shoulder as Pastor Mark was closing in prayer. I stroked her face with my hand just like I do my own children.

She is heading out overseas soon for the rest of the summer. One thing I do know about Softball Ash - distance matters none. It has been one of the biggest blessings and privileges I've had to watch her these last few months. To go from not being involved with a church body - to being on fire, getting baptized, and sharing God's love with others! I can still hear her saying, "God's love is free like this bottle of water."

Dating Ashley was there with her boyfriend. As we met up with each other in the hallway after it was over, she shared with me that her mother was going to be bringing her Sunday and actually staying. Her mom it seems has not been to a building known as a church in around 10 years. Dating Ashley was so excited. You could hear it in her voice. 10 years...... Even if something happens and her mom does not stay - there is at least the hope that she thought about it for a moment. That's a start.

Softball Ash and Dating Ashley... Both of whom are becoming more involved with our local church body. As Pastor Mark says, "Belong. Not just believe." Yet, neither of their moms are currently involved. We pray that will change. No matter if it's as a part of where we're at or somewhere else... That they will know God's presence in their lives.... in their very moments of life and want to truly live. That He alone can make them whole.

The Ashes in life can sometimes be gray and scattered. At others - they can be a beautiful picture of how Christ loves the church.

Prayer Request - Brother G

UPDATE: Brother G is no longer running fever. He is out of the bed. Still not feeling his best but is extremely grateful. Thanks for your prayers and keep praying!


So, I've gotten a couple of emails today asking why I haven't requested prayer for Brother G... aka hubby.

So... please pray for Brother G - he is running a fever and is in bed.

He already canceled out on going to the trip to Arlington due to all the lawn pastoring he needed to do this week. Now.. stuck in bed.

Thank you.

Signed,
Incredibly blessed to be Brother G's wife

On Letting Go. Embracing Change.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend some time talking with a couple of different individuals. The subject was change. How to let go when still so connected....

While their particulars I will keep quiet... I can say this...

Letting go is never easy. If it were - then what was being held on to was not of much importance to the individual and their life's moments.

In embracing change - one can find a freedom and peace only found in Him alone.

I ask you to consider.....

What or who do you need to let go of today?

And in embracing change - how might you find more of Him alive in you and outflowing to others than if things were to stay exactly the same?

How Does THAT Happen?

Fasting:

Funny thing about fasting.... If you would have ever... and I do mean EVER told me that I would lose the taste for Diet Coke and dark cola products in general - I would have never believed you.

Kid you not - since my 40 days have been up... I have not even drank half of a bottle. Absolutely cannot stand the taste of it.

Dating:

Yesterday afternoon, I went on a date with two of my favorite guys in the whole wide world. The younger one opened my door for me. The older whispered in my ear some during the movie. The older would hold my hand. The younger would rub my arm like you would a kitty cat. Even though I was sitting in-between them.... they were closer to me than to the other side of their seat. At some point - this type of dating will cease... the younger will want there to be a fourth and it will become a double date. It won't be long before he is taller than me too...

How does THAT happen?

The Little Girl Unseen Part II

Sunday morning, Parker and I were in the first service worshipping together. He elbowed me to look to our left... and there she was. Parker and I both had tears streaming down our faces. Yesterday, he asked me if I had written about what we "witnessed" yet. So, it is at his request that I share even more about Little Girl Unseen.

She was sitting on the outside of the aisle. Her mom and dad to her left. The words to the song we were singing were clearly speaking to her.... she was identifying with them personally. At first, she sat there with her hands raised. Next thing we knew - she was standing with them raised high in the air. There's a reason to stand. To raise her hands in praise and worship....

This little girl has known major heartache in her few years of life. She now also knows much love due in part to her parents. While they may not have given birth to her - they clearly are hers and she is theirs. The changes in this little girl have been like watching a wall tumble down. It has not happened because of her parents love alone... but because of God's. There are numerous others that He has brought into her life to help her see Him.

That's what Parker and I had the incredible blessing of witnessing..... This little girl seeing a glimpse of Him and not being able to sit still and be quiet. Her hands being raised and her standing up spoke volumes.

O, Lord... help us to be more like a little child.

Teaching Our Children Well

The old saying goes that "children live what they learn and they learn best what they experience." Indeed, if you think about it, life's most important lessons are best learned experientially. There are just some things you can't learn through classroom theory. You simply have to get out and get your hands dirty. This fact occurred to me again this afternoon as I watched our middle school students pull out of our church parking lot today to head off to Mission Arlington for their summer mission trip. They will spend the week helping those in the greater Arlington area who are in need. They'll be doing everything from helping serve meals, picking up donated food, clothing and furniture items, to general maintenance work. They will also be putting on two VBS sessions each afternoon for children living in low-income apartment complexes. Some of them will experience things this week they've never experienced before. Some have seldom, if ever, been outside the very sheltered world of Granbury, Texas, and many have never experienced being around abject poverty and all that goes with it. The lessons they will learn this week will stay with them for the balance of their lives and it will impact them in ways that will change how they see the world. My 19 year old daughter went to Mission Arlington in her 7th grade year and it had a lasting impact on her. She has turned out to be one of the most loving, caring, compassionate and empathetic young adults I know of, and I credit much of that to what she experienced at Mission Arlinton on her first mission trip. Even as a 7th grader, it was easy to tell that that mission trip changed her. As a parent, when you ask your teenager how a youth activity went, you're generally lucky if you get much more than, "fine" or "it was okay." The night Courtney came home from Mission Arlington, she started downloading everything and she didn't stop for several weeks. Every time she had the opportunity, she was telling someone about the different children she had encountered during that week. I have no doubt that this years group of middle school students will come back changed as well. My prayer for them this week, along with the obvious prayer that God will minister His love through them to all the children He brings into their path this week, is that God will change their own hearts...that their hearts will be broken for others and filled to overflowing with God's unconditional love. Please join with me in praying for our students and the wonderful adults who have taken time away from their busy schedules to serve with them this week.

Missionaries. Students. A.C. Marine.

Missionaries:

One of the things that Brother G and I appreciate most about our local church body is our Student Ministry. This afternoon - a group of missionaries set out to a big city not terribly far from G-town. Shelley and Ryan strive to have a balance between opportunities around our town as well as away from it. That to be "On Mission" is a part of life and living... whether on a trip to Arlington, Texas or to Wal-Mart.

Yes, Brother G and I have sent out two of our sons - Travis (13) and Austin (16) on this particular adventure. We cannot wait to hear how God is going to work in and through them this week. We are praying for lives to be forever changed!

Students:

Speaking of students.... I had the privilege of teaching a Bible study class for ninth grade girls. (Brother G taught ninth grade boys) We are always thankful to fill in wherever needed. One thing I can say about the girls..... They are willing to dig deep with me. If you understand any thing at all about me as a teacher it is that I do not want what some refer to as "Sunday School answers." It's not about memorizing an answer to give. It is about breathing the answer in and out in their own moments... or wanting to learn how to even begin. God is not kept in the pages of His Word alone. Why should we act as if He is?

A.C.:

The A.C. in the Attic went out this morning. It meant rearranging classes and even a gathering for lunch. Honestly, I think it was one of the best things that could have happened today. Yes, I just said that.....

Marine:

We receive word this afternoon that our Marine had a staph infection in his arm and had to have all that had be done to it since the blast taken out. It is quite possible he will lose his arm in the end. No wonder so many individuals were asking Brother G about David this morning.

Please keep praying for him, his wife, and etc.... They are currently out of the USA. We hope to have them back in the states in November.

The Prostitute Has A Name.

Last night Brother G and I received word about a woman being arrested for prostitution. We were saddened to hear this news because we had just been discussing her on the way to where we were at when we received the news. When I say "we" .... I mean Brother G, myself, Travis and Parker. We had been talking about not seeing her in quite a while.

Her name is Brenda. I've written about her on numerous occasions. Brenda is often seen hitchhiking around our town and surrounding areas. If her thumb is up - she wants a ride... If it's not - she wants to walk. When she walks - her head is down looking at the ground.

How do we know Brenda's name? She has ridden with me numerous times before. At times with one, two or all three of our sons with me. She even let me drive her all the way to the drop off for her house before. Only once... but still.... Do I know which house in particular? No....

"The Prostitute" has a name... it's Brenda. And if I see her out on the highway hitchhiking again - I will offer her a ride if her thumb is up. Brenda matters to God. Therefore, she matters to me as well.

How can I talk about noticing others.... and drive on by? How can I be the minister He called me to be and act as if I did not see her at all? or even a Christ-follower period....

Yes, she was arrested for prostitution. That does not mean her life is over. It could just really be starting.

Please join us in praying for Brenda. May she know God's love for her today like never before.

And may she know it because of those who are willing to intersect their lives with hers.

Noticing Others Pain. The Comforter.

The younger boys and I spent some time at the pool today. We were sitting at a table eating lunch when two women and one girl arrived and sat down not far from us. We smiled at each other and said a polite, "Hi. Nice to see you."

As the younger boys headed back in to the pool, I walked over and sat down beside one of the women. This woman and 30+ members of her family have moved to the highly secure gated community in Texas from California since 2005. I met several of them at the pool for the first time shortly after we had moved here as well.

Knowing that the matriarch of their family had recently passed on - I inquired about how she and the rest were doing. She shared with me the story of her mother's passing and about how everyone was coping and trying to move on. Little did she know that I was going to be able to add to the story. The details are not necessary for the point of this post except that it give her much comfort to know.

She thanked me for noticing her pain. Interestingly enough? She noticed mine before one day back a couple of years now. Due to that conversation and the one we were having today - she knew that I understood her pain in a very real way. We also discussed how neither one of us would want our loved one back.

Noticing others pain.... Only The Comforter brings joy when the world says, "Death has won."

A Sack Lunch. A Seed Planted. Hope.

How can a simple sack lunch be a seed planted?

How can it be Hope?

The numbers are staggering here in G-town for the children who qualify for free or reduced rate school lunches.

What about those children during the summer months?

That's where Healthy Kids comes in...... Where if you're a local - you come in...

Healthy Kids provide a free sack lunch to any kid under the age of 18.... No proof of household income needed.

It is more than a sack lunch... It is a seed planted in that child's life and hopefully that of their family.

It is Hope in it's most basic form. It says, "Someone sees your need and wants to meet it."

Going to foreign countries is all great and good. Giving money to help feed starving children in other places is too.

But what about right where you are today? This moment?

It really is that simple.

Thoughts From 4 Hours of Sleep...

Wednesdays are my sheer nutty days. I arrive at the physical church building at 8:30 a.m. and do not leave usually until 8:30 p.m. Brother G and I finished the class on marriage we were teaching. So, I found myself hanging out in the Attic with Shelley, Ryan, Micky, Linc and our students - grades seventh through twelfth. (Brother G was in and out as different individuals wanted his attention.)

Ryan was on tap for the night's main talk. As I sat in the back of the room and listened and watched our students - it was clear that they were really listening to him. Ryan has a way with words because of God's love for him, his love for God, and definitely love for students. I am so thankful that the G family has Ryan in our lives. He is a brother is the truest sense because of Christ. I am grateful for his commitment to students and their families. For student ministry is not just about the teens alone nor just about the years they spend in it. Ryan gets that.

Shelley was the closer. Like I told her last Wednesday night after hearing the last 10 minutes of her talk.... I am proud of her and the stand she takes because of Jesus. I am thankful that she is not afraid to hold teens accountable... and love on them like Jesus. To put up those boundaries that teens so desperately need even if they tell you they don't want them.. they really do. Yes, Shelley is the student minister of our two oldest sons. She really is far more than that... She is a sister in the truest sense because of Christ. The G family is incredibly blessed to have her in our lives and for the privilege of being in her's.

In the last few weeks, God has brought into my life a few girls that I know I'm supposed to be reaching out to and those connected to them. For some reason - three of them have the same names even though they are spelled differently. Last night, I got to spend some quality time with two of them. It is no secret that I consider being in their lives as sheer privileges.

Softball Ash has very quickly taken up residence in my heart. She sought me ought while we were worshipping. She always wants a hug. And since I'm a hugger... well, there ya go. One way I have come to worship & praise God after receiving a complete physical healing back in 2003 is through my arms and hugs. Ash said to me, "Camey... There is power in your hugs." Please do not lose sight of this.... it is not my power.... is not in my own strength that I am able to hug. It is only the Great Physician's.. the Almighty King of Kings - my Lord and Savior.

Dating Ashley, as I'll call her, and two of her closest friends and I had a real in-depth talk about all things boys. This Ashley is dating a teenage boy who is like one of my own sons. In fact, he was the one that introduced us to each other. One thing I know to be true.... teens needs adults in their lives who are willing to be real with them. They crave individuals who they can really share with and know that the adults won't just say, "Stop that." Who will ask the hard questions such as "Why?" Who will come pick them up at 2 o'clock in the morning if they get themselves in a situation they need and/or want to get out of. Do not ever tell a teen to call you if you won't be there.

The Students and a few nutty adults and one ten-year-old went to the 9:55 p.m. showing of Prince Caspian. As we were sitting in the theatre - I saw her... the third Ashlee. She did not know I was there until after the movie was over and I walked up behind her and her date. As several of our students were teasing me about something - Ashlee said to me, "You know _____ had her baby. She's ready for you to really start talking to her again through myspace. Her and her boyfriend live in G-town now. She doesn't want you to leave her alone now."

As I sit here thinking back over yesterday after 4 hours of sleep.... I am even more convinced...

While waiting - do not wait. Life's moments are about Him.

How can you be the hands and feet of God today? This moment?

And if you're reading this and do not know Him..... I pray that today will be the day when you see Him if even for only a moment and consider the possibility that He exist and loves you right where you are.

Funny Thing About Peace....

When you have it - sometimes it just can't be explained.

Staffers are down having their picture made at this moment.

I know I am not supposed to be in that picture.

Peace rules!

On Being Missionaries...

Yesterday I was asked if the G-family are becoming missionaries.

We already are.

For the moment - the mission field is G-town and the surrounding areas and wherever this little blog may reach.

Tomorrow - only God knows at this moment.

We are in His Hands.

Talk about Real Insurance. And not just a get out of hell free card.

Indy Escapism at It's Best...and Some Deeper Thought

I have to tell you that I've forgotten how much fun an Indiana Jones movie can be. After all, it's been nearly twenty years since the last installment of one of my all-time favorite movie trilogies. On this particular Saturday the little wife and I were in desperate need of some good old fashioned escapism - especially after the stress and emotional smorgasbord of having our oldest daughter get married last Sunday morning...at sunrise...outside...and then having our middle daughter move out into her own place on Friday. You might say that it was a long and somewhat difficult week, so as we nestled into the seats at the Granbury Driftwood Theater this afternoon for a matinee showing of "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull," I felt sort of like the Calgon bath commercial of some years ago..."Indiana, take me away." And take me away Indiana did. What a great movie! Yeah, yeah, I know, its been called brain candy, and some of the critics have panned it as not living up to the prior Indiana efforts; but hey, if I want deeper meaning, I'll go see an M. Night Shyamalan flick. Indiana Jones is precisely what we needed today, and it did not disappoint. You had all the escapist staples - good guys, bad guys, good-guys-turned bad guys, the primary villan, danger, intrigue, high energy chase scenes, stuff getting blown up, the love story sub-plot...it was all here! Combine all this with a diet coke, a box of Junior Mints and my bride sitting next to me and I'm not sure, but I think I might have experienced a little slice of heaven right here in G-town, Texas today! But you know what? For no extra charge, I came away from this Indiana movie with a little deeper spiritual thought in my pocket - as I recall that I have with all three of the previous Indiana Jones movies as well. There always has been a very spiritual undercurrent to the Indiana Jones product. I mean, who could ever forget Indiana stepping out into nothingness over a bottomless abys, only to have the invisible bridge appear beneath his feet? A crystal clear illustration of the true nature of faith. In a similar vein, Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is most definitely an Indiana Jones for the information age and it speaks directly to our most ardent search for knowledge, truth, and understanding. I'll not blow the plot for those of you who are yet to see it, but for those who have seen it, how poignant of a moment is it when Indiana realizes that its not a treasure of gold they've been seeking (an Indiana plot staple), but yet, a treasure of knowledge? Sitting there in the darkened theater, it reminded me that life really is a pursuit of knowledge, of continually trying to make sense of this window of time we have on this blue marble suspended in space. It reminded me that Solomon, obviously quite a seeker of knowledge himself, wrote that the "fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge." It reminded me of the simple fact that without God and His Word, this life makes absolutely no sense at all. It reminded me again that it is in the discovering and living out of God's calling and purpose for our lives that true meaning and cotentment are found. It is serving the true and living God that gives life its context, its meaning, and its purpose. And after all, at the end of the day, isn't that what every human being desires in the deepest depths of their souls? To truly know why they are here and to understand what this life is all about. Reminds me of the old saying that the "richest man existing without knowing God's purpose for his life, lives in abject poverty of the soul." Wow! Indiana Jones is better than ever...pure-de escapism and deeper thought, too! And all that for just five bucks a head!

A Smashed Cell. A Broken Heart.

Our life is stranger than fiction I'm often told. And today, that especially rings true. A part of our time here has included the pool that is connected with the main clubhouse inside the highly secure gated community. I'm often teased for having a pool ministry. I'll take that.... especially this moment.

As I went into what's referred to as the "Teen Room" to order food for lunch.... she was behind the counter. She has served me a couple of times before recently. Each time - talking about more than just Gatorade's in different colors please. A teenage boy who is like one of my own was working as well. We chatted back and forth. As he was cooking our chicken tenders - she told me that he was trying to fix her cell phone. She then showed it to me.... A smashed cell phone.. it clearly had met some one's fist.

She turned away for a moment and I asked, "What happened to it?" She replied, "That's what happens when he drinks. My husband that is." She then continued to speak with more than just mere words. Her broken heart clearly evident. Then suddenly, she pointed to a little girl walking around the Teen Room and said, "My little boy is about that size and he's just nine months old." While there was a smile of a mother's love for her child - there was still the cry of the broken heart.

She has a tattoo on her arm that reads, "No Fear."

Her words, body language and cell phone speak otherwise.

Please pray for her, her husband and their child. Also for those who are connected in whatever ways....

Take time to notice others. Be willing to get involved.

Jesus is the Ultimate Thirst Quencher.

The Carters. More Than A Lawn.

Please pray for Mr. and Mrs. Carter. As the Lawn Pastor was spending time with Mr. Carter yesterday - he learned that Mrs. Carter is not expected to make it through the summer. She is currently in a 24-hour care facility. Mr. Carter goes to see her every single day.

The Lawn Pastor (aka hubby - Brother G) spent some quality time with Mr. Carter last night after taking care of their property. Needless to say - it is no surprise - nor coincidence that one of Mr. Carter's literal neighbors put him in contact with the Lawn Pastor back a few weeks ago now.

Mr. Carter told the Lawn Pastor that they are not connected with any church. This is about more than a lawn.

It is about real life and certain death.

While you're praying for the Carters and the Lawn Pastor too... Ask God to help you think about your neighbors... And then DO!

It's not enough just to talk about it when one can actually do something too!

It is about real life and certain death.

Are you willing to die to self this moment?

Leaping. Going Froggy!

Last night I had the incredible opportunity to share some about what is going on with the G family currently with a few close friends.. individuals who are a part of our family due to God's amazing grace and love. And while I cannot share as much here yet as I did with them - I can share this....

Back in April, I was contacted about doing some writing. At first I was blown away - it moved me to tears. Fear stepped in shortly after and held me for a bit. There's a difference between writing on one's little blog (and other places) and the type of writing that was inquired about doing. The person who was inquiring actually wrote one of my all time favorite books. A book that to this day has had a lasting impact on my life and how I live it. It also influenced my dad, Austin, Micky and numerous others.

Within the last few days - this person came knocking again. And I am leaping. Going Froggy! It's a strange time to start this type of adventure given all else going on in our lives. If it made total sense - would it really take a leap? Faith? I'm SOOOOO not capable of this on my own.

So.... I ask that you pray for me and the rest of the G family. (And for the one who asked me. lol)

And to answer a question that was asked of me last night, "Does it have any thing to do with Evangelism?" Yep. It does. And discipleship....

Signed,
A Leap Frog for God

Spiritual Warfare III - Today IS It!

The G family has been going through some of our wildest times ever the last few weeks. The Spiritual Warfare is thicker..... it is deeper.... Today IS It! I'm even more convinced of it than ever. What do I mean? Let me explain.

God's Word is clear. We are not guaranteed a tomorrow. We're not guaranteed that we will make it through the hours of today. Am I being grim? Nope. Speaking the truth.

Why must we have an urgency about today? Because our moments are not ours. For the Christ follower - we must be about our Father's Business if we are to truly follow Him. Not wait until Sunday... Saturday night... or for whenever there's a time listed on a website or in a worship folder or on a big screen. Today.

If we believe that we are the church.... then we must act like it. If we have Good News to share - we must make the most of every opportunity to share it. And by sharing it - sometimes words are necessary. Other times our actions speak much louder than any single thing we could possibly say.

Think about where you go... what you are doing... who are you crossing paths with.

Today IS It! If we were to live as if today is our last day - can you just imagine what a difference it could make? I know I can....

I am unashamed to believe in God. I am a Christ follower. His Spirit lives in me! And I know that there is nothing that compares to the Love of God. There is no one Greater than God.....

What about you?

Are you going to live today like it is your last? Or are you going to sit by and say, "It can wait until tomorrow?"

His Word is Alive! Not dead.

Lessons from the Little Store.

Austin has been working at the little store located in the highly secure gated community for several months now. This morning, he is actually off work. Funny thing about Austin and that little store? The lessons we continue to learn from it. The following is an example of one such lesson.

There is no question that Austin has great love for the little store. It actually pains him when the store is not in the condition he knows it ought to be in and should strive to be in. Whether it is the produce section or aisle 3 where the jello is at - he wants to the store to be in tip top condition.

Austin is surrendered to God. That's part of where his love for the little store comes from. He sees what he does there as a way to show God's love. Does it really matter if all the jellos are faced the same way? To Austin it does.... it shows someone cares and takes the time to attend to that section of the store instead of overlooking it and saying it does not matter as much as the bananas. Oh.. speaking of bananas - they are the top selling item in the little store.

Ah... the lessons that come from the little store. And from the sixteen-year-old who does not just see it as a job.

Servant Evangelism Alive

These are some of the pictures of Servant Evangelism alive and in action at our monthly Love Granbury event! We would like to thank Wendy's for allowing us to use their parking lot and their water. More pics to come and hopefully a very amateurish video as well.

Note: Yes, Travis is our middle son. Parker is our youngest. Austin was at work at the little store in the highly secure gated community. Brother G was out and about being the Lawn Pastor. Micky is the guy with his back to the camera looking at the jeep.