Monthly Archive for September, 2008

Where your heart is…

It’s Monday…

I often find it hard to get outside my own head on Monday…so, I’m going to be intentional today.

There are more important things to think about besides myself.

Byron preached about this yesterday @ C3...about denying yourself, taking up your cross and following.

With this in mind, I’m thinking that the best way for me to get my eyes off of myself is to focus on others.  And there are so many others to focus on…

There is a young lady in our church that has moved to The States from Cuba.  I found out yesterday that the rest of her family will join her soon.  Especially in light of the hurricanes, but also because of where they are coming from, they will arrive with very little…if anything…in their possession.  There are two boys coming - one 14 and one 5 who will be in desperate need of all the things boys need…from clothes to basic supplies.  Also, the home in which they will be living will be full - 10 people in 1 house! - so there is a great need for basic supplies to make a busy household run….

So, I’m focused…on this immediate need - on what I can do to help….

…and I’m asking you to consider joining me.

I’m going to also be posting more details of my plan to help this family on “The Women of C3″ blog site.  We have taken the summer off, but are now ready to swing back into action.  Please check out the site and leave your email - details are on site - for further updates.

The most graceful barbarians know...LOVE WINS!

The most graceful barbarians know...LOVE WINS!

I know we can make a difference in this family’s  life…

…their need can make our own troubles pale by comparison.  I need that today…a focus on others rather than myself.

I’m remembering today that “where my treasure is…my heart will be also”.

After all, it’s all about love…

…and LOVE WINS…every time.

Peace.

Oh well…

"I'M NO MARTHA STEWART"

The Remains…

…i shouldn’t be writing - i should be cleaning, or resting or anything but writing…

It’s just been one of those mornings…difficult, and I don’t even really know why.  I found it hard to sing this morning…hard to give…hard to love…harder to forgive.

There’s just a lot of junk in my mind…..usually Sunday mornings overshadow all the distractions - I guess I’m just in a funk…a selfish kind of funk. I feel a little more like just sitting around and licking my wounds than what I really should be doing…

And lunch has been a domestic disaster…sorry Barry.  I fixed lunch to celebrate Barry O’s 23rd (Happy, Happy!), and proceeded to drop a glass pan of enchiladas all over the floor…burning myself and Ashley in the process (sorry Ashley!)…

Then, when it was time for cake, discovered that the ICE CREAM cake had been inadvertently placed in the fridge rather than the freezer……..

….you do the math!

So, I’m sitting here waiting for the cake to refreeze…I guess I’ve got a good hour or so at least.

Oh well, Happy Birthday Barry - my heart was in the right place even if I’m no Martha Stewart…

The house will be full of people in just a few hours…hence the necessity to clean (especially after dropping dinner and melting dessert!)…but, I just feel a little weary….

I don’t really know why this morning was hard…I do know that I need to get over myself - and I know that witnessing people getting baptized is a great way for me to do that.  I can sulk later….

…tomorrow’s Monday, after all - the perfect day for sulking.

But, I won’t today - not on Sunday.  Not with my C3 family.  Not on Barry’s birthday…

Not when I’m celebrating what God has done in lives…..

There’s plenty of time for the junk on another day.

So..not today.

Peace.

ARE YOU TWITTERING YET?

…seriously, you should - it’s great fun and very little commitment…wow, that doesn’t sound like something I should be supporting

but I digress.

Twitter is fun.  Twitter is great.  Twitter is better than chocolate cake….

…great, now I want chocolate cake!

I'm diabetical and I gots to eat...

I'm diabetical and I gots to eat!

Check it out…it’s a great way to stay in touch.

Peace to the out.