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.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Where are you sitting?

I was awaken by something other than my alarm clock last Monday morning.  Again, it was a noise I haven't heard in a while.  It was the sound of thunder.  Yes, thunder.  A small storm, one with rain, thunder and lighting rolled across the coast that morning.  Yes, we were on vacation.  The place was quiet.  That noise didn't wake anyone else up.  Not for a while anyway.  I had time to think.  Ponder.  Be still.  And in that stillness I was reminded of just how faithful my God is.  You see in the months leading up to that day I had almost forgotten some things.  Well, maybe not forgotten, just taken them for granted.  But in the previous week and again that morning, I was reminded.  I will spare you all the details.  But I think I will go out on a limb and say I bet you all have been in the boat with me on this. 
As the morning progressed, the storm passed, people began to rouse and we headed out.  We headed to this....
And did this....
As I did this I was reading "The Help".  I know, I am a year behind.  But it was so worth it.
As I was reading, this line jumped off the page and settled in my heart.  "She know your prayer works."  "They just think you got a better connection than most.  We all on a party line to God, but you, you setting right in his ear."
I know this book is fiction, but as I said, that jumped off and I have brewed and stewed over it since last Monday.  And as I have, I have felt that tender touch and heard that still small voice.  I have heard this question...How can someone think or know that you have a better connection than most?  If someone actually spoke those words to you, how would that change your perspective or even your prayer life?  What if someone thought you were actually setting right in His ear?  Can you see it?  I can.  I can see me, His daughter, His princess, sitting right under His big arm, my hand cupped over my mouth, His head bent down to the side, like I am telling Him some big secret. 
Aibileen wrote her prayers down, (much like I do),  because her teacher told her to keep reading and writing when she had to quite school to help her Mama. I do it to help me stay focused.  But that is all beside the point.  No matter where or how you pray, do people know you do? After all,  that is the way we build our relationship with our Father.  If you never talk to your best friend what will happen ? You will drift apart and the next thing you know, it has been months since you spoke.  So, when was the last time you really talked to God?  I mean, like you were talking to your best friend.  Like you were sitting right in His ear. 
You are, you know?