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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.

You mean everyone was NAKED!!?

…this question is just another reason why I love my “girls”….the staff wives at C3 Church.

Travis, our Student Pastor (and frequent “other-hat-wearer”) wrote this post about a conversation that his bride, Sandi, had recently:

So Sandi was talking to her mom last night and the topic of church came up. What I found so interesting is that Sandi’s mom lives and always has lived is a small northern town that is steeped in tradition and the Greek Orthodox Church. So, pretty much all the churches including the protestant ones are very old, stuffy and dying.

Last night though, Sandi’s mom had mentioned that she went to a church that was actually growing and in her words; “busting at the seems.” What was so interesting is that this church is the same style and flow of C3. Now remember Sandi’s mom has always lived in little traditional towns and has grown up in churches that do church for church people. So, when she hit this new fangled church thing she about freaked out. The first thing out of her mouth was “no one came dressed for church.” To which Sandi commented back; “you mean everyone was naked?” Of course that’s not what her mom meant, but it was fun to poke at her a little. Sandi’s mom just couldn’t believe that people would actually come to church in shorts and Ts. Oh the horror! J

Anyway to make a long story short, after getting over the “naked” thing, Sandi was really able to explain in detail why that church in PA and C3 do what we do. Now Sandi’s mom is not about to head out and join a contemporary, progressive church. But, what was so cool is that by the end of their conversation Sandi’s mom “got it” and understood the importance of our style of church. Even though it’s not her style she loved the idea of churches that actually go after those, who are disenfranchised with church and God. I thought that was really cool. I also just kept thinking; if a sixty something year old, who has been indoctrinated with tradition ever since she was a girl, can “get it” then why can’t certain others (God tells us that we’re to love those far from Him) get it? I mean really, how hard is it to understand that we’re all different and not every church is for everyone. So instead of being scared of and slamming churches like C3 and the one in PA, why not just understand that we’re reaching our culture and that’s a good thing. Just interesting.

…and so goes my continuing love, respect and utter enjoyment toward the awesome women that God allows me to serve with.

The Real Staff Wives of Orange County

The Real Staff Wives of Orange County

Peace.

The Remains of the Day…

It was nice to be back at home at C3…

I’m ready to just be “at home” for a little while.  This morning was good.  Byron spoke about forgiveness…which is also what I heard last Sunday in Nashville - I guess I’ve got some work to do in that area (Ya think?!).  It’s definitely a daily struggle, at times.

I sang, “None but Jesus“, and for some reason find it hard to sing that particular song…it’s a bad key for me or something…

But, this morning - especially in the second service - I could hear the people singing along with me (sometimes that’s hard to do in the theaters… the acoustics seem to throw sound the other direction), anyway, I could hear the song of the people and it lifted me somehow…gave me strength to sing a song that my heart loves, but my voice…not so much.

It’s amazing how the energy in the room affects me.  I’ve been totally deflated by the room when it’s “cold” and unresponsive, no matter how the music turns out - but, I can be so lifted by feeling the Spirit and knowing people are with me as I worship…even if I’m having a bad day.

My back held out through both services, so that was great.  Then, after lunch, I got a short - but deep - nap…one of those where you aren’t sure where you are when you wake up….and no migraines yet today.  So, all in all - it’s been a banner Sunday.

It was just great to be back with my peeps again…it’s always good to come home.

C3 is for me….

Thanks to all of you who “invest and invite” to make it all possible…you’ll never know what your sacrifices mean. :-)

Peace to you all.

what happened…

…to the remains of the day?

i used to write on sunday evenings…thoughts on the day.  deep thoughts - like these.

what’s happened to me?  i wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that i think i bruised my brain this week in a freak “storage closet cleaning” accident….

or maybe the glitter is dumbing-down my thought process.

now all i have to say - in the remains of the day - is:

i love my church.

i love seeing my kids worship God.

i love makeup on sunday morning.

i love scrubbing my face on sunday night.

i love cinnamon crunch bagels…a lot.

i love when the room finally stops spinning - after eating “said bagels” and then standing under hot lights - …….but at least the colors are pretty and wavy…….

i love the fact that i can’t open my eyes while riding on the harley if we’re on a “big road”.

i love that my little sister’s boyfriend wore an “i love detroit” t-shirt to church this morning…and he fit right in! :-)

i love not having to be pretty on monday…

that’s it.  that’s all i have….maybe someday the profundity will return.

maybe.

p.s.:  just to illustrate what i’m talking about, i will tell you what i said to kayleigh friday night….my profound parental advice about being safe in this “tropical storm” weather:

Kayleigh:  “Mom, we’re going over to see some friends….”

Me:  “Okay, but you be careful because there are places on the ground with water”.

Kayleigh:  “What?!

Me:  “Umm….yeah, no - I’m sticking with what I said because I know what I meant!”

SEE!?!

maybe i should cut back on the glitter…and wear a helmet when i’m cleaning……

maybe.

peace.