It is just a regular Thursday. No biggie. Day 4 of the work week. Early in the month. Nothing special.
I started thinking about my life. You know, just pondering. Letting the thoughts roll about on their own. And I got instantly overwhelmed.
Six grandchildren that can light up my face and day and world by doing absolutely nothing except being. My 2-year-old calls me to tell me important stuff. The 3-year-old has to show me stuff on every video call because he knows how important it is for me to see everything he loves. The 4 and 6 year olds act like lunatics with excitement or just plain weirdness that I play over again and again in my mind and heart long after the call has ended. And my darling 7-year-old girl. . . I can just stare at her picture and get misty. Continue reading
For all my children’s ministry friends. Or for your children’s ministry friends. If you know someone, share this with them.
If you’ve been in ministry for even just 5 years, that adds up to 1,825 days. How many of those days have been spent on going through curriculum? Volunteer training? VBS planning? Scouring the endcaps of craft stores and department stores for clearance candy and pipe cleaners? We’ve all been there.
Here’s another question. How many of those days have been spent on investing in YOU as the leader? As the one who is championing the discipleship of kids and families in your church community?
Because in the scope of 1,825 days (or however many days are under your belt), 3 days is WORTH it. Continue reading
I woke up this morning, just a regular Monday morning. My plan with crawling out super early was to focus on writing. If you really want to be a writer, you must (MUST) set aside time to write. Daily is preferable.
So here I was, sitting with my laptop on my lap, at 4:00 a.m. Monday morning, October 2, 2017. Ready to do the work.
Then a text came in. That is not alarming. So many of my loved ones are back east. It is not 4:00 a.m. everywhere. It was my son-in-law “Are you guys ok?” I just stared at the phone and looked around me.
My patio door was open. Silence there. My husband was asleep in the next room. Peaceful snoring there. No rumbling underfoot. No hurricane level winds. “What happened?” I asked.
Then the news was revealed to me.
The worst mass shooting in America’s history has happened a few miles from my home. Across the boulevard from where we go every Friday night to enjoy a lovely songwriter’s show.
Devastating. Such a horrid loss of life. For what? Nothing. So much heartache. For what? Not a thing.
So, no writing took place today. Just this blurb on this platform where I choose to spill my heart.
Treasure life. Embrace loved ones. Live positively. Love wildly. Speak words of kindness, not hatred. Believe the best. Be the light. Let your beam break through. To everyone with all you have in you as much as you possibly can.
I love my colorful Facebook feed
I love Facebook. I really do. I love scrolling through and seeing the faces, reading the stories, hearing the prayer requests, rejoicing in the victories.
I love my Facebook feed because it is full of color. I love colors. I love them all. Purple is my favorite, but I have yet to have a purple friend. Purple-haired friend, yes, I got that. But my feed is full of color.
I have friends of every shade. My feed is full of smiling folks: white folks, Asian folks, African American folks, Indian folks. I’ve got a host of bi-racial couples, white couples with adopted African-American kiddos, or Ethiopian kids, or Jamaican, or Chinese, or Guatemalan. I have families that have all kinds of shades of skin around their dining room table. Continue reading
Is that a question you have ever asked? Perhaps this one: How can I be more?
It seems we are plagued with the desire to do better, be better, look better, live better. Is that a product of our culture? It is a good product or a by-product? I am pondering that question deeply of late.
Here is my humble conclusion — we are made to improve. We are encouraged in Scripture to “fulfill” “race” “fulfill” and many more inspiring words. It is built into our DNA to try to be better. Continue reading
I am reading through the Bible with a plan the church is using. It is kind of fun knowing we are all reading the same thing. I’ve done this before with a group in Illinois, and it was delightful when we got together and discussed it. Lovely.
Today, in my reading I came across the name Archippus. I’ve seen the name before and I guess just skipped right over it. My reading today was in Colossians. Paul says very simply in Colossians 4:17 And say to Archippus, “Take heed to the ministry which you have received in the Lord, that you may fulfill it.” Simple and profound. Continue reading
But what if you have too many “Important Stuffs”?
I am working on eating a plant-based diet. It takes focus. Maybe it shouldn’t take so much focus, but it is taking my focus!
And I am back in the children’s ministry game! Yay! I will be launching a new website shortly showcasing my best-selling product line — The Party Plans! So much excitement has surrounded these products, so much excitement surrounding getting them revamped and re-released.
AND I am attempting to get myself back to writing daily. Continue reading
Everyone is different. We all know that. HOWEVER, we feel uncomfortable when someone does something “different” than us. Doesn’t really make sense, though. If we are all, in fact, different; then we will do things differently.
And it is not just our personalities that are different. Our bodies are different, our minds are different, our purpose is different.
What is right for one person, may not be right for someone else.
And what someone has to walk through may not be something you have to walk through. And vice versa. Continue reading
Have you ever wanted to just sloooooooow down? We all have. Well, I assume we all have. Things get crazy. Life gets blurry. The task list is long and can get cumbersome. The constant unending chores to get done.
It is regular. It is normal. It is disheartening.
And we miss things.
I hate missing things.
When my kids were young, I wanted to savor the moments. But I was a working mom and a children’s minister and had a great friend circle and a home. And meals. And laundry. And … and … and … like you, probably. Continue reading
Well, I guess that isn’t true, so things do just “happen.” Like old age. It just happens, right. Of course you do have to exercise some semblance of sanity to make that happen. You know, like looking both ways before crossing the street, you know, stuff like that.
But other things … they don’t just happen. It takes us.
Our house doesn’t clean itself. Ever. Right? Our clothes do not magically wash themselves. Our car doesn’t refill itself with fuel. Our books do not get written by themselves. Our goals do not just surprisingly get met.
It takes us. Continue reading