Tree is down and Happy Birthday

Yes!  The tree is down!  I am sure I feel the same way about it that I felt last year.  This year I got the whole tree taken apart and placed into a storage container instead of back in the cardboard box, only to find out at the very end of it all that the “trunk” would not fit into the container.  I tried a wrapping paper container and it was too long for that too.  Oh well.  For now it will stand in a corner in the garage and I will have to think of something to do with it.  The one thing I know for sure is that cardboard box has had it and I had to do something.

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On another note for this Dec 29th – my Mom celebrated her 60th birthday!  Happy Birthday Mom!

Fiery Friday

Fiery Fridays were started by Terry Rush and I am thankful to him for reminding me to focus on some positive things about my brothers and sisters. 

On this Fiery Friday, I would like to encourage and throw some gasoline on an old friend.  When I was thinking about this today, I knew I wanted to mention someone I have known since I was about sixteen. 

I have watched this person struggle, stretch and grow spiritually.  I am so proud of the husband, Father and leader he has become.  I know he has always had, and still has, a heart that desires to do what God wants  him to do. 

So, this gasoline is for you, my friend of 22 years.  Lance Hendrix, may God bless you and your efforts in His kingdom!

What would you do…

if you could not fail?

I stumbled across this question while “blog hopping” this morning. 

What would you do if you could not fail?  (This is a question you may answer by commenting)

If I knew I would/could not fail, I would be the featured speaker at a Ladies’ Retreat and I would also lead all of the singing. 

Merry Christmas

Ernie took this picture for us today in front of their tree.  (“their” tree belongs to my sister, Lauri, and her husband, Ernie, and their two beautiful children).  Anyway, Scotty has been working for Kodak taking pictures in the mall (of Santa and children) since the day after Thanksgiving.   Chelsea and I never made it in to have a family picture taken .  We could have I guess.  We could have dressed up in matching clothes and had our picture taken on the professionally decorated “set” in the center of the mall.  Maybe next year.  This picture is more “us” though.  Scotty is wearing shorts even though it was in the 40s today, Chelsea is wearing soccer warm ups and a soccer tournament  t-shirt and I am in jeans.  So, this is just us wishing you a Merry Christmas. 

Benefits of Blogging

Oh, WOW!  Last night at church, Jan gave me a gift.  She linked to Sandy’s blog using mine and that is how she found this gift.  It was awesome.  To see what the gift was, click here

There are other benefits of blogging: 

Speaking of blogs, today is Thursday, so that means tomorrow is Fiery Friday.  Start thinking about the person you are going to encourage!

My Gift to Me

Next year, my gift to myself will be saying “no” to some other things.  This year I have really stretched myself and as a result I’m going to be running around like crazy this coming weekend. 

As soon as Christmas is over, I’m going to start a notebook.  This notebook will serve as a checklist for Christmas 2007.  (I stole this idea from a friend)  I’m going to make a list of the people I buy for, a Christmas card list and a gift idea list.  I plan to carry this notebook with me (what’s one more thing to carry?) and use it all year.  Maybe I will even start a gift shelf in my closet (my sister has a great one!). 

Worth Repeating

I copied the story below from someone else’s blog.  I don’t know the auhor of the story (or the blog for that matter) but it served as a reminder to me and it made me think about how we should behave as Christians during the busy holiday season.  It’s not a story strictly for holiday time, but for the entire year.  Are you Jesus ?

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago . They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner.

In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these  salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.

All but one.

He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did.

The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl,


“Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?”

She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, “I hope we didn’t spoil your day too badly.” As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, “Mister…..” He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.

She continued, “Are you Jesus?”

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul: “Are you Jesus?”

Do people mistake you for Jesus? That’s our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world (shopping, working, reacting to others that are serving us) that is blind to His love, life and grace.

If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would.

Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church.

It’s actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.

You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by
a fall. He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill
called
Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Let us live like we are worth the price He paid.

Author Unknown

Fiery Friday

I have been waiting for this opportunity since the beginning of the week!  On this Fiery Friday, I am throwing some gasoline on :

George Myer.  I know you might think this is a plot to get a raise or a couple of extra days off, but it certainly is not.  George has a Kingdom dream and it radiates through him in all that he does.  One of the greatest things I have been able to witness is his outreach to visitors and people “on the fringe”.  You know some of those fringe people too.  They slide into church just before worship begins and they slide out as soon as it is over.  While the rest of us are sitting the same pew we occupy every Sunday and talking to the same people, George is making it a point to make sure someone else feels welcome. 

George’s desire is to help people come to know Jesus.  At the present time he is involved in the campus ministry, the missions work, the new building work and the Chinese work.

As his employee, I see in his day to day living and hear in his speech how much he loves his wife and his two girls.  You know that way a new Daddy talks about his baby girl?  He still talks about his daughters with that same “glow”.  When you think of a husband treating a wife as his bride, what comes to mind?  That is the way George thinks about, speaks about and treats his wife. 

I have known George for several years, but it was only about 11 or 12 years ago during a meeting that I was really close enough to see his desire to put God first.  Our congregation was having “focus groups” before we decided to go to two services.  There were a lot of different feelings and opinions and thoughts during this time.  George was in my focus group.  The thing that stands out to me is every time the room would begin to fill with emotional responses, George would say “let’s go to the Bible and see what God has to say about it”.  I have been able to witness that same response many times since that day.  Now that I work in George’s office, I see he treats his customers, tenants and employees with a heart for Jesus, with a desire to help the lost find the truth, making Kingdom decisions. 

So, this gasoline is for you, George.  Never lose your burning desire for the Lord or His work.

Zion City

On my way to work this morning I saw two large banners that say:

“ZION CITY’S ANNUAL CHRISTMAS PARADE”

and that has me wondering, What would they throw from the floats in Zion City ?

  • pocket New Testaments

  • keys to THE gate

  • Rosary beads (sorry, couldn’t pass that up)

It also has me singing “O Zion, lovely Zion, I long thy gates to see … “

Who Is That Woman ?

You know the one.  The one described in Proverbs 31.  I read somewhere that the scriptures are not describing just one woman.  Well, if that’s true – do all of the women described live in one house?  Maybe every one of those verses is a job description for a different person.  Maybe they don’t all live in the same house; maybe they travel from house to house in one of those little, yellow Merry Maids cars.  What do you think?

I’m stressed about my house today in case you cannot tell.  I really want it to be comfortable and inviting and clean and clear of clutter.  I wonder if I will ever get to the point where it is all of these things at the same time.  I would love it if a knock on the door would not immediately bring panic.  I would love to invite people over for Sunday dinner at the spur of the moment on Sunday.  I’m really trying, and I’m really failing.  I take one step forward and drop two things on the floor behind me. 

Seriously, while reading Provers 31 again today and trying to really figure out how to be that woman of God,  that kind of wife and Mother, one thing stood out to me – verse 27.  She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.  I have been guilty of being idle and it makes me feel bad about myself.  In turn, I start to feel bad about the housework and I allow myself to become bitter.  I have spent the better part of a month having a good old fashioned pity party for myself.  Well folks, the party is over and I hope I can have you in my home for Sunday lunch soon!