Sunday, December 23, 2012

Home for Christmas

It's that time of year.  The stockings have been hung.  Trees are lit.  Gifts are wrapped.  Food has been and is being prepared.  Families are gathering.  Children are waiting.  As we discussed in Sunday School this morning, it is all magical for the kids.  And it is.  As I think back, Christmas morning at home was always, always good.  I have many memories and not one of them are bad.  Thanks to Mom, Dad, Sis and Brother. 


We put so much emphasis on the gifts and all the hooray now, that we are often guilty of leaving out the One and Only reason we even celebrate. 

The One who was born of a virgin to walk this earth to save a nasty soul like mine. 

As some of our family members have traveled home for Christmas,  the excitement begins to build.  As Christmas Eve approaches the excitement grows for the kids too.  But my prayer for you is that, when Christmas morning arrives it won't be the gifts that you are focused on.  May your focus be on our Saviour.  Our Messiah.  Our King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  The One and Only that came to this earth and died for us.
So from our home to yours
Enjoy this special time with your family. 
Hug them tight.
Say I love you.
Spend just an extra minute with them.
Soak up the memory.
And give thanks.
And don't forget to say Happy Birthday.

I can't help but share this memory with you.  We shopped Friday til we dropped.  They made me laugh so hard.  Yes, they were out in public with these things on.  And yes they had them on with their Starbucks cup in hand. 
They know the reason we celebrate.  They also know Him.  And that makes this mama proud.
I will take the time to say Happy Birthday.  I will soak up the memories being made.  And I will give thanks.  Will you?

From all of us at the Partyin' Preacher's Wife
Merry Chirstmas!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

My Voice!! I've lost it!

Literally.  I have no voice.  It is gone.  Has been all day.  But I trudged through.  With only a whisper.  Literally.  I will have to say I found some comedy in this today and there were others who did too.  The comedy is that when I started speaking to someone, they too, started to whisper.  I even had some to ask why we were whispering.  But along with the comedy, came some sadness and conviction.  You see, I have lost my voice on more than one level.  I have lost my voice today, physically.  But I have also lost my spiritual voice.  After a few times of people copying me I got to thinking,  if my physical voice has that much influence on people, then what about my spiritual voice.  They had no problem copying and whispering with me, but would they copy how I acted?  And if so, how do they really see me act?  If they were to copy me now, we would all be in big trouble.  My heart attitude isn't the best.  With Christmas right around the corner, although I love the reason we celebrate, the world has placed so much stress on it, that it just makes me come undone and I want to hibernate. 
As I read (quickly I might add) my morning devotion this is what it said "Stay ever so close to Me, and you will not deviate from the path I have prepared for you.  This is the most efficient way to stay on track: it is also the most enjoyable way.  Men tend to multiply duties in their observance of religion.  This practice enables them to give Me money, time, and work without yielding up to Me what I desire the most--their hearts.  Rules can be observed mechanically.  Once they become habitual, they can be followed with minimal effort and almost no thought.  These habit-forming rules provide a false sense of security, lulling the soul into a comatose condition.     What I search for in My children is an awakened soul that thrills to the Joy of My Presence!  I created mankind to glorify Me and enjoy Me forever.  I provide the Joy; your part is to glorify Me by living close to Me." 

I believe we are living in a society who is all about them and what they can get.  Not give.  I have been guilty of this attitude.  I believe we are living in a Christian society that is stuck on rules and just in the habit of calling themselves a Christian.  Guilty of this too.  But God has called us to so much more.  If you have ever experienced the Joy of His presence, you know that there is nothing in this world that will ever compare.  If you haven't ever experienced it maybe you will.
I want a voice that is awakened and that is used to tell of the joys of His presence.  One that doesn't mind yelling from the mountains What a great and mighty God we serve.  One that doesn't mind letting everyone know that it is quite alright for you to copy me because I am walking in the footsteps of Jesus.  When He leads, you can't go wrong.  So if you say you are following Him, then where are you going? 

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Great is His faithfulness

I am not real sure where to begin.  As November began Thursday, post began showing up on Facebook about the things folks are thankful for. 
I have so much to be thankful for.  So many blessings.  Some in which I have asked for.  Others just because God is so good.  My love & I had a weekend getaway. 
This was the view from the balcony Thursday evening.  Breath taking I know.

This was the view on Friday morning.  It got better, but I didn't take the camera down with me to watch it.  I will say, this one doesn't really do it justice.

Then there was this Friday evening.


These are small things to some folks.  Some folks wouldn't even count it a blessing.



This was Saturday morning.  That little bitty spot is the sun.  And once it popped up. It shot up fast.

I have never been able to see this in all the years of going.  But as different as it was, without the boys and in November, seeing this made it all ok.
So, as for what I am thankful for, let me just say, I am thankful for a God who loves me anyway.  Whose faithfulness is great with mercies new every morning. 
For a man who stole my heart so many years ago and never gave it back.  For being able to spend all these years with him and still enjoying his company.  For the chance to share these sunrises and sunsets with him.
For two healthy boys who stole the rest of my heart, and changed my world completely.
For a mama and daddy who loved me and raised me in a stable christian home, and a brother and sister to share it with.
And for the family I gained when I said I do to that boy who stole my heart.
The list goes on and on but it would take the rest of my life to list them all. 


Friday, October 19, 2012

Pressing On

I am so out of my box in this.  I shared it with the ladies in Sunday School class a few weeks ago.  I told them I was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof that day.  I feel the same way right now.  But when God is pressing in and telling me to do something, it is hard not to.  What I am about to post is very personal.  Just a small glimpse into me.  The ladies in Sunday School get to see it more than the others in the congregation.  And other than that there are very few others who really, and I mean really know me.  With that being said, I am so thankful that my God knows my heart and I mean really knows my heart and He loves me anyway.  I would have done given up on someone like me.  I would have already said forget it she is hopeless and stubborn and ...... Am I the only one who feels this way?  I didn't think so.

During my "quiet time", about a month ago,  I poured my heart out to the One who knew how I was feeling before I even began.  And it went something like this: "I have spoken with you or at you since the last time I wrote anything down.  But, yes there is always a but.  My mind is full and racing.  Today's passage or quote in "Praying God's Word" by Beth Moore, says "Desiring to be Godly is the work of a Lifetime.  I agree.  I am trying.  But.  (there it is again.) I feel like I am so screwing it up.  2 Timothy 2:22, says to "Pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace..."  I don't think I am trying hard enough.  I'm not pursuing hard enough.  Ann Voskamp's blog post from September 19, more or less says that I need to quit thinking it will get better.  Now is the "will".  Today is yesterday's tomorrow.  Honestly, my heart hurts.  My attitude stinks.  I'm not in a good place spiritually.  The world is spinning fast around me and in front of me.  I find myself asking how can I show and exemplify the love of Christ when I myself am barely seeking it?  Who am I to try to show anyone else because I myself am letting the world and my sorry attitude guide me.  I also look out and fantasize.  But Fantasy isn't reality.  Reality is, I am here.  In this place.  And I know for a reason.  But I think I have forgotten the reason.  I know two of them are the boys.  But they are growing up.  One is halfway to thirty. The other is old enough to register to vote.  I think I just need a reminder of something.  But I don't know what."
Let me say that after I poured my heart out, I soon got my reminder.  And as I type, I have no idea why He wants me to post this.  Maybe someone reading it is feeling the same way too.  You are not alone.  Even preacher's wives, (this one anyway), has been there and felt it.  And I have a feeling that there are many others who have too. 
Some days are just hard.  Some days, being a woman, a wife, a mother, an employee, a self employed husband's wife, a preacher's wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a Christian, it just down right hard. But through His grace and by His grace, I, (we) make it through.  And I (we) are all better for it. 
Philippians 3:12-14 "Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.  But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
In Jesus name we press on. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

On saying good bye.....

It has been a beautiful day in our neck of the woods today.  It has felt like fall.  Which, by my outlook, isn't good.  I can do fall ok, it is what comes after fall that gets me and leaves me with a deep longing for the place in the above photo. 
With the fall feeling temps like we have had today, it makes me realize we must say goodbye to what has been.  Summer. 
But not before we go down memory lane.  I realized today that I never shared some of our best moments of the summer with you. 
I hope you are so blessed by what you are about to see and realize that maybe you and your family are normal.  Sometimes, I wonder about ours.

As I recall the night of this picture, it brings a big smile and I remember how bad I hurt from laughing so hard.  (the preacher just asked what I was doing, and I said working on a post.  He walked up and said of that?)  Yes, of this. 

Then there is the serious child.  Some of these were on face book.  If you were exposed to these then, just bear with me.

Yes church family, this is your pastor.  Again, this was the same night of the other picture.  Again, I laughed.  Extremely hard. 

This was the moon on the forth of July.   We were sitting on the beach watching the firework shows, but Daddy was showing off the most beautiful display of all.  I couldn't watch the fireworks for looking at the moon. 

This was a storm that passed through one morning.  Again, another one of Daddy's masterpieces.

Again, our clown.  If you know us, you know who he is.

And then there was a visit from this sweet thing.  He loved my jeep.  And I loved letting him ride and play in it. 

And let us not forget our "holy boat".  We no longer have it.  I am not sure why.  Maybe because someone wanted to buy it thinking they could make it look this good or just because the preacher was, well, I don't know. 
Any way, that is only some of the fun we have had this summer.  I hate to see it come to an end.  God was faithful through it just like He always is.  Just like I know He will be during the fall and winter.  Spring time too.  But until then I will soon have to officially bid Summer of 2012 farewell and say good bye.  Thank you for being so good. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Happy Birthday you two!

She came first.  Less than thirty years ago.  She was my first girl.  In fact the only girl.  She has no idea how much she rocked my world and how much I love her.  I was just a teenager then.  I could not get enough of her. But life happened.  I got married.  She started school.  I had babies. She loved on them.  And would still do it if they weren't such big boys. (I smile)  She is having a birthday today.  I won't say how old she is.  But I will say, she has turned out to be an outstanding young lady that loves the Lord with all of her heart.  She is quiet spoken.  But she has a lot to say when she speaks.  However, when we are together all we have to do is look at each other and it is over.  We just laugh.  I can't imagine this world with out her sweet spirit and smile.  I love you to the moon and back and I always will favorite niece of mine. 

And then there is this young man.  He too is having a birthday today.  Two very special people in my life.  One here, the other miles away.  I haven't been able to get him off of my mind today.  I hope it has been a good day for him.  I am writing him a letter as soon as this post is done.  He will be out of the program next year. But there won't be a day to go by that I don't think of him.  He too, has rocked my world in ways he doesn't know.  In ways I can't explain.  In ways I myself don't understand.  I thank God for both of these people and for using them for His glory. 

Happy Birthday you two.  This partyin' preacher's wife loves you both.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Broken

I really have no idea where to begin this post.  It seems as though there has been something on everyone's base here lately.  Actually, throughout the summer.  But we have made it thus far.  Only because of God's mighty hand and guidance.  Last Sunday evening as the preacher was flipping channels (as he often does), he stopped to listen to Bishop T.D. Jakes.  His sermon caught my attention.  So much so that Monday I had to go to www.youtube.com to find it and hear the whole thing. "Save the Scraps" is the title.  Let me just say I haven't found my socks yet.  Talk about being blown away.   You can go to the website and watch for yourself, but only if you are brave and want someone walking on your toes and blessing you at the same time.  In it, he is speaking on Jesus feeding the five thousand plus some.  Short of the long that got my attention is he said the blessings come with the breaking.  Matthew 14:19 "Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves." And as Mr. Jakes said "that is when we lose count." 

 For a week now I have pondered that scripture and the statement.  "We must be willing to be broken if we want to be blessed."  "He also stated that until we are thankful for something that is not enough then what you have can't be multiplied into something that is more than enough." 

So my question to you is this,  When was the last time you allowed Him to break you in order to bless you?  And when was the last time you thanked Him for something that just wasn't meeting your expectations? 

There is more to his sermon and I encourage you to watch, listen, and be blessed by it.  It just might change your outlook on being broken.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

First Day of School

   Today, well, today is the first day of school.  Doesn't seem like it was that long ago I was doing this for the first time with him.  Now, I will do it for the last with him.  Seems like only yesterday, I was walking him up the steps to find his classroom.  Today, he will drive himself and his brother.  I have been busy this summer doing the things you do in the summer plus a little more and I haven't really thought about this day.  Until last night.  As I was finishing the day, the memories started coming.  For as long as I can remember I always knew I wanted two children.  Never mattered if they were boys or girls, I just knew I wanted two.  I am so thankful that God entrusted these two to us.  They aren't perfect, but they are ours. 

Son, as you start your senior year, my prayer for you is that you let Jesus shine so brightly in you that your classmates, teammates, teachers, coaches and anyone else that you come in contact with, can't see you for Him.  I pray you let Him continue to lead you.  Whether you realize it or not you are a leader.  You do have people watching you.  And as your mama, I am proud of what they see.



There have been a lot of days to pass since that first day of kindergarten and now here we are.



Monday, July 30, 2012

Waiting on......




As I type this, it is Friday morning.  Right at eleven o'clock a.m.  We are waiting.  The boys are on pins and needles.  We are trying to get to the lake one last time before school starts.  But getting this group ready under the circumstances of the week, well let's just say, we might should have waited another week.  But anyway.  We are waiting for the call to say let's head out.  In the meantime, they are about to drive us all crazy. 

See, even he is waiting patiently.

Jetski's are waiting.


Drinks are waiting.
As I waited I heard music.  Country at that.  Songs that put you in a "lake" state of mind. 
Funny what music will do to you.
 As I waited, thoughts flew around in my mind.  Aren't we always waiting on something?  We are waiting for the end of the work day whether it is three o'clock, four, or five.  We wait for Friday.  We wait for the weekend.  We wait for pay day.  We wait for vacation.  We wait for test results.  We wait for doctors.  We wait for phone calls.  We wait for the end of school and summer to begin again. Some are waiting to be sixteen.  Then on to eighteen.  Some are waiting to get married. Some are waiting for graduation.   Some wait for Sunday.  Some wait for the Sunday service to be over.  We are always waiting. 

Now here it is Monday.  We finally made it to the lake and back.  We made it to church yesterday.  And in our lesson this line was read but how true it is,  "We were fashioned for God and were designed to seek Him."  But in all the waiting we do, how often do we seek Him? During all the waiting how often do we wait for God?  How often do we look for Him in the waiting?  Are we waiting as anxiously for His return or His calling us home, as much as we wait for everything else?  I would have to say my answer is no.  I get so caught up in living that I miss that part.  I miss out on a lot.  Just this morning I went with the oldest to have his senior pictures made for the year book.  You know the one's.  Him in a tuxedo jacket and tie.  The one that will appear in the Class of 2013 composite that will hang in the hall of the high school.  The one that will appear in the local newspapers in May?  I made the statement that I was oblivious to it happening.  I was wondering how it happened so fast?  You see eighteen years ago today, he was barley a month old.  Eighteen was so far away.  I didn't rush him to sit by himself or old his bottle.  I was busy in the moment.  Trying to absorb it all.  I am guilty as everything in doing that.  So busy that I have often missed out on seeking God.  What I was designed to do.  So in all the running and waiting that goes on I have to wonder what have I missed out on?  What did God do while I was busy impatiently waiting on something else? 
Oh don't get me wrong, I have seen His fingerprints in many situations, but, would I have seen them sooner if I had been looking closer rather than just waiting?  So the lesson learned in the waiting is this, don't just sit and wait.  In the midst of all the waiting we do, seek.  Search.  Listen.  He is in the waiting.  And if we busy ourselves looking and searching and listening, the wait may not be so long. 

Thursday, July 26, 2012

It takes a village

We have had Vacation Bible School this week.  The theme was Gone Fishin'.  Sometimes I wonder about the preacher.  There are times when he does things like this and I wonder if he will snap back or if he is gone for good.  (I smile)
The one in the gray was the director.  The other two were a part of the many who served our little one's their snacks each night.

I was locked up in the music room with that man behind me playing "Jesus loves me this I know" and "How great is our God".
I will have to say I don't think I have laughed as hard all summer except for one other time.  Those kids were hilarious.  That man was beside himself.  I think we are probably too much alike to be together in a small space for very long.

You can always count on these two to be there too.

She was also a big help with the snacks and clean up.

The youth helped out as well.  When you call for water games, count them in.

Ring leader for the games.  The biggest kid of our congregation.
This was a first for these two.  They taught the five year old class.  It was an experience they won't soon forget.

She is our head cook.  She plans the menus and assigns everyone what to bring.  VBS wouldn't be the same without her.

It is a miracle in itself that we all made it out alive.

I can't remember what age group they had.  But the name of the game was survival.  We had to all make it out alive.
She was helping her with her dirt. 
Music room again.  I am telling y'all it was hysterical in that room!
See even he is feeling it.  I know he was thinking what have we gotten into?
They thought they would be safe in the back of "the room".

I have no idea what she was doing or saying.  I was in "the room".  Remember?
I will go out on a limb and say she is helping with the crafts.  And let me tell you, our crafts are a production within themselves.  It takes half of the church to help there.
And at the end, soaking wet because he was in with the games, he strikes a pose.
Proverbs 22:6 says "Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.". That is what VBS is about.  Training a child.  Teaching them about our God.  The one who loves us all.  If one child gets it, grabs hold of that truth, then it is all worth it. VBS is hard work.  I don't care if it is thirty children or three hundred.  And most of the time it is the adults who get the biggest blessing.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Planning and packing


Well, let me just say I had this post just about done.  And evidently Satan doesn't want it published.  Some how it was deleted.  As I typed my fingers off.  So let me try again.

As I try to put up this rainy week and rainy Saturday I was reminded of what I was doing this time two weeks ago and I was reminded of what I was doing this time last week.  The preacher is good like that.  Both Saturday's I was packing.  Two weeks ago the suburban was packed and waiting for Sunday dawn.  Last week the suburban was packed and waiting for Sunday morning.  On one of  our trips up we shared the elevator with a gentleman and his son, they too were leaving to go home Sunday.  He said, "I told them we should have come next week.  That way we would just be getting here."  I feel the same way.  If you know me at all, you know that the beach just does something to me.  I sigh....
Anyway, as I was reading some post on facebook some friends are just getting to the beach, some are coming home, some are going.  Everyone is trying to get it in before the kiddo's head back to school.  Everyone is planning and packing to go somewhere.  But what about the planning for that eternal trip?  We all know there will be no need for packing, but what about the preparations?  I know I have been found guilty, many times, of putting my relationship with my Father on the back burner (as my mama would say).  But haven't we all done that at one time or another?  I get so tired of Satan using the world and all the shiny bling to distract me.  But when it comes right down to it, it is my own dead blame fault. 
So I just really have to ask you, have you got your reservations made?  Have you confirmed them?  Are the plans finalized?  Again, there will be no need for packing.  I am all for taking a vacation to the beach, lake, mountains where ever your family enjoys going.  I am all for making memories.  But what good will they be if you haven't made plans for an eternity?  There is only two destinations to choose from.