We are home now and I have so many things to post! I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get the hundreds of photos I took on our trip uploaded to my computer, edited and posted here, but I hope you’ll be around when I do. We arrived home on Independence Day and enjoyed watching the fireworks from our driveway. Last year, we had to go to a local church to watch the fireworks and then wait 30 minutes in a line of cars to get home. It sort of ruined it for us…we have five children, after all. This was cheap and very easy. I want to do it every year. 🙂
I have been busy cleaning up the house, doing laundry and picking out paint for the kitchen since we got home. I hope to get started on that project today and finish it by July 31. Haha! I’ve also gotten everything I need for homeschooling next year, but I still have to get the lessons planned out. I want to get that done in July, too.
Matthew will be turning three years old next week, and I can hardly believe it. No matter how much we treasure and cherish the moments of life, they still slip away like sand between our fingers. I’m still glad I’ve taken the time to enjoy the seconds and minutes of life. They are truly priceless.
Here’s a photo I saw on Facebook and just had to share it! I hope to “see” you again soon!
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We are just a few hours from home now and I am so excited! It has been two weeks since we left – I sure hope the house is still standing! 😉 We have had a great time visiting with friends and family and soaking up some history. We were able to visit Mount Vernon, Virginia, and Fort Boonesborough, Kentucky. I will have a more complete report on our trip when we get home, but I wanted to share a few photos and let you all know that God has granted us traveling mercies thus far. We have had several bouts with minor illnesses on our trip, but everyone has made it without a visit to a doctor or ER! 😊
I’m sorry to have been AWOL lately. I didn’t stop to think I might not have cell service in West Virginia. We had to go to the top of a mountain just to check our email.
Tomorrow we leave for West Virginia, then on to Virginia, a stop in Kentucky and then home! It will be around 3,000 miles when it’s all said and done, and I sure would appreciate your prayers. I hope to keep in touch now that I have an iPhone, but I’ve never blogged on my phone before, so I may hate it. If I hate it, I won’t do it. I do plan to post to Instagram, if possible, and my blog’s Facebook page, even if I don’t blog here.
My husband will be preaching to a group of junior-highers at Camp Popeye this week. He will preach about 15 times, and we greatly desire your prayers. Only God can tap into a person’s mind and heart and change them, and that’s what we’re asking Him to do through the sermons this week. We also selfishly desire to have safety and good health on this trip. It’s a working-vacation, and we could really use a relaxing time. The stress of packing, loading, moving, unpacking, buying a home, finding new insurance, and navigating a new town has taken its toll on me and my man. But my husband loves his calling, and he is excited about preaching!
Thank you for being my friends, for reading, for praying, for commenting…for just being YOU!
In ministry, well, just in life, we will come across people who are all prickles and stings. They have harsh expressions, they often spew harsh words and critical remarks, and can only see the black side of things. You can choose to respond in one of two ways: #1. Get angry and yell at them. #2. Have a meek and quiet spirit and love them. I try to choose the latter. I’m trying to think…I don’t remember ever losing my temper on one such person. (Does my husband count? Just kidding.) Here are some ways that have helped me to deal with cactus people:
1. Imagine what they may have been through in the past. You just never know what a person has experienced at age 2 or 20! They may have been abused as a child. They may have been addicted to drugs or alcohol. They may have been in prison! People in church – and in the world, period – come from all sorts of backgrounds. Next time a prickly person sticks you with their words, smile and remember that they may be carrying a lot of baggage. And pray for them.
2. Pretend you are “Pollyanna”. Yes, it’s corny, but it truly helps to look for the good! Everyone has something good about them. Maybe they can grow a garden or sew or sing. Steer them onto subjects about which they know a great deal and just listen. When they come to mind, think of their talent. And pray for them.
3. Accept them as they are, don’t preach to them or try to change them. We cannot change people, only how we react to people. Endure. Endure. Endure. And keep praying!
4. Avoid them when you are vulnerable. There are times when I am especially weak. Perhaps I’ve had one of those days where the dog bites and the bee stings and I have a headache the size of Indiana. If that’s the case, I stay busy, stay away or keep conversations brief. I’m the only one who can protect my spirit when I’m vulnerable. If I can’t avoid them, I ask the Lord to help me to be especially careful of my words.
5. Manage them. Learn what to say and not say. There are some people with whom you simply cannot discuss politics (or whatever) because they get too angry. Stay off that topic. Keep a mental list of safe topics. Keep a mental list of generic responses to criticism. A good one? “Oh really? That’s interesting.” or “I’ll have to mention that to my husband.”
6. When confronted remember that “a soft answer turneth away wrath”(Prov. 15:1), and try not to say much at all. Do not respond immediately. Hand the situation to your husband, if possible. If not, take the blame and apologize. If you have nothing to apologize for, then perhaps a reply could be, “I’m sorry you feel that way. Would you like me to pray with you?” Whatever you do, don’t get the foul!
I’m not an expert, but I’ve dealt with lots of prickly people. My brother, who is also a pastor, used the age-old saying “hurting people, hurt people” – and there are a lot of people who are hurting. When the Word of God pierces a soul, the response seems to be either hatred toward the messenger or repentance. Our desire is for all to repent, but we can’t control others (see #3) so we must leave them in God’s hands. The important thing is that we remain blameless, and let’s face it, they can’t quote what we didn’t say.
Summer is upon us! We have been busy closing on our home, unpacking and organizing. The kids are involved in our library’s summer reading program and Lauren is a teen volunteer there. She is loving it! I’m trying to get adjusted to our new town. So far, I’ve gotten lost twice. I’ve learned that even a GPS can get it wrong once in a while!
We are currently packing (again) for a trip out to wild, wonderful West Virginia so my husband can preach at a Jr. High camp there. We’re going to the very church we worked in 14 years ago, when my Lauren was born. She is excited about seeing where she entered the world. It will be a long drive for us – about 1,200 miles one way – so if you think of it, please pray for us. I think going back will be very healing for me. I made so many mistakes as a 21 year old, first time mother, who was also unknowingly suffering from PPD. I fought homesickness and depression. Those emotions clouded what should have been the happiest time of my life! The blessing is, I’m not that person anymore. When depression said, “Give up”, I kept going. I didn’t go fast or far, but I did go forward. I made some bad choices and reacted to my problems in the wrong ways, but the God of second (and third and fiftieth) chances has allowed me to survive and even thrive from my mistakes. I admit that I often wonder what might have been different in our lives if I had handled my problems better. I often think, “You should have talked to your doctor.” and “You should have tried to open up to someone in the church.” But, I can’t go back. I can only forgive myself and move forward. Maybe I can lay some of the “demons” from my past to rest on this trip. Maybe it will be “therapedic”. (as Barney Fife would say!) Maybe this is one more step forward for me.
Here are a few random photos of our summer so far:
After we return from our trip East, I’m eager to get started on decorating the house more. I want to paint above my cabinets in the kitchen and get curtains for some of the rooms. We also have a list of repairs to work on. Gotta love home ownership! 😉 Now that I have an iPhone, I hope to be blogging from the road, so stay tuned for more of our adventures. Oh! And please let me know what your summer plans are, too!
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| Me and my partner, 1983. |
We are getting ready to head out to Fort Sill today to witness to our wonderful military men and women stationed there. It is Father’s Day tomorrow, as well as what would have been my parents’ wedding anniversary. My dad went to heaven on July 29, 2004, and on that day, more than ever, I wanted to go, too. My life has been so different without him – there isn’t time to share it all on one blog post. I miss him everyday. I miss him for me, and for my mother. I miss him for his grandchildren who never had the joy of knowing him.
On his last day on Earth, he was out knocking on doors, telling others about Christ and inviting them to a great church in Benton, Arkansas. He was a great conversationalist and put everyone at ease when he spoke. He would visit with someone at their door for a minute and then say, “Sir, I would be remiss not to ask you if you knew where you were going when you died?” He would then tell them from the Bible how they could be eternally saved from Hell.
He wasn’t rich, but he was a great provider. He valued people more than things, especially his wife and children. He was loyal. He liked to laugh. He played the trumpet and could whistle higher and louder than anyone I’ve ever heard! He could fix anything. He read the Bible aloud to my mom every morning. I watched him grow in the Lord as I grew physically. The best way to see his personality, is to read his life’s verse, which is on his tombstone:
This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles. ~ Psalm 34:6
Yes! God heard!
Today, I’m going out to talk to folks about the Lord, and I’m doing it today for my dad, as a Father’s Day gift. Some people run marathons for loved ones who are gone, why can’t I dedicate a day of service for the Lord to my dad? I think he would like that.
My dad was my first friend, and was always my best friend. We were “partners”, and I miss my partner terribly. I’m so thankful that I will see him again.
We also drove over to the Wichita Mountain Wildlife Refuge after playtime at the park. We saw two buffalo at the refuge as well as LOTS of prairie dogs!