Kingdom Life

I've been thinkin' lately. (I know, it's dangerous.) I am so blessed.
There is a benefit to meeting new people and going new places, experiencing new things. Like going to a great concert- thousands of people sharing in the same experience.
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I know none of them.
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There have been times, even, that DH and I have gone to hear, or experience "the latest, greatest". Believe me, it was good.
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I didn't know anyone else there, so it seemed, I don't know, empty.
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Now, I realize for some people, the complete anonymity that you can only achieve by attending a large, distant gathering, feels safe- and I wouldn't deny them that.

But for me, and this blog is for me, I get so much more out of experiencing something together.
Not just me, but also my friend, my brother.
I have such a strong desire to pull things IN, closer to US. So, instead of going to that great speaker, conference, concert; I want to bring them here.
I want to experience it with my friend who is suddenly single again, my friend who is dealing with miscarriage, my girlfriend who is trying to reach out past all her fears of exposure, and become real. (skin horse real)
Because when I see those people touched, I am moved. When I see a word of encouragement given to someone I've cared about for years, it means more to me than watching a TV preacher make a woman get up and walk from her wheelchair. In other words, if I knew that lady for the last 10 years, seen her struggle with her handicap, held the door for her, prayed with her...it would mean so much more to me to see her walk! So I seek not to go everywhere, as much as I want to claim those same experiences for my sisters and brothers. Rich! How cool is that?!!

Casserole Day

I was privileged to be allowed to participate in my first ever Casserole Bake. I don't know what else to call it right now, but that is exactly what we did. A group of young ladies (yes, I think I was the oldest there) gathered together to assemble a large quantity of entrees for a couple from our church who is expecting their firstborns. Yes, twin boys!




Start to finish, it was two hours. It took our coordinator a good bit longer than that! (thanks Jo!) But I thought it was great fun! This idea needs to be packaged! What a great reason to get together and cook! At the end, there are two coolers worth of dinners for a blessed couple! Just take them out of the freezer and bake! What a great idea for a new mom and dad! I really think we could get this down to a "science", and periodically do these for a variety of occasions! Cooking together is much more fun than doing it alone! (And these girls did the dishes, too!~WOW!) Thanks for including me gals! I had a blast!
(Now I've got to do my own bit o'bulk cooking!)

I Like This Lady

editor's note, the female pictured here is not the one I'm talking about..please play for a clip of E.D. Hill!

E.D. Hill. I know..I know.. I've been long on video and short on prose lately. And that is just the state of my mind...but to venture away from Politics for a moment...This Woman Speaks My Language!

A little bit of state politics, BUT as a member of one several of those groups mentioned, I think it is important to get the word out.






Every year it seems like that imaginary world introduced to us by Mr. Peretti and Mr. Orwell is becoming more possible. Newspeak. Doublethink. People believing one thing and saying another, because they know they cannot be elected if their true beliefs are shown.
It is up to the voter today, to seek Higher Wisdom in searching out the truth- and not just be told by their Television what they should think and feel. Investigate. The Internet is full of rumors, conspiracies, and truth. Seek the truth. VOTE, and preserve the right privilege for your children.

Job 28:28

TODAY.... I Didn't

I promised someone, somewhere that when I found this, I would post it.
So, today, as I sort through a mountain of paperwork I stop to remember...

TODAY I Didn't..

Today I didn't say the right things.
I didn't give enough hugs.
I didn't listen to all of their imaginary stories.

Today I hurried through what could have been very special
moments, to achieve my binding agenda.

Today my prayers were too short and my lectures too long.
My smiles, I'm sure, didn't hide my fatigue.

Today I didn't heal any wounds; in fact, I'm sure I caused some.
Their tears fell and I felt too lifeless to wipe them away.

Today I felt completely defeated and totally inadequate for this
position called mom.

But as I kneel in prayer to confess my failures, I am reminded:
I am not their hope.
I am not their total joy.
I am not their salvation.

JESUS CHRIST IS!

And they are His children even more than they are mine.

I am reminded: He always listens,
always guides,
always touches,
and always loves perfectly.

I can rest now, Lord, remembering that I am not alone.


(Found in KEEPERS AT HOME Summer 2000)