Saturday, June 30, 2007

Back to the real world


I called down to the desk this morning and asked them for a late check out which they gladly obliged. We slept as long as we wanted – I had my tea in bed one last time and we watched a movie together, shared a few more spectacular moments, then got ready to come home.

Reality struck a short time later and I realized it in a big way that we were coming back into the routine. We stopped for a sandwich on the way home and Larry’s cell phone rang at least six or seven times just during lunch, dealing with work related stuff. I got sick of it and didn't even bother to try and hold a conversation anymore since every time I started to talk the phone rang. I stayed quiet most of the way home as the phone rang again...

Then as soon as we got home, the phones were ringing here and Larry had to leave and take care of something. I felt like afternoon came today and everyone was just sitting by their phones doing a countdown saying, "this is it...five, four, three, two...one, it's bombardment time, guys!" Welcome home!!!

Pastoring can be the most exhiliarating thing at times. What could be better than helping people cross the line of faith, and grow? But one of the downsides is lack of privacy and needs and crisis' constantly chipping away at you. I realize the facts - ministry is a tough road. It's a given, just the way it is. But sometimes I just need to let off steam, or get away. We needed the last three days in the worst way and I'm so glad we had from noon on Wednesday to noon today. To say it means the world? Understatement.

I used to go ballistic on Larry for answering the phone every single time and ask him to cut himself a break now and again. (I do screen my calls – if I didn’t I don’t know how I’d cope. If I need a little time to breathe, I answer emergencies only for a few hours.) At this point I don’t get upset anymore that he takes every call, emergency or not (that’s just him and how he’s wired so I give him freedom to handle it like he wants) but I let him know that because he answers it doesn’t mean I’ll do anything about it. (Meaning – he answers it, he handles it.) I think we’ve come to a meeting of the minds on that.

Larry chose to answer phones all day so he had to take care of things and go out. As for me, I had a lot to catch up on at home to be ready for tomorrow. I walked into a messy kitchen (boys will be dealt with that later on that), clothes to iron for tomorrow, a load of laundry to do, lunch to make for tomorrow, table to set, special music to go over, unpacking bags, etc. Brit is spending the night tonight with Savanna and it's really helped to have a friend here to have some fun with her. I missed her sorely and it was so nice to give her hugs and talk to her and have supper together. But I came home having to finish all this and couldn't spend every moment with her. I'm looking forward to spending some time together this coming week. I have something special planned - am hoping it works out.

Larry has always told me he wants to retire from pastoring some day but not leave ministry, just change our role in ministry. (We plan to work the rest of our lives and never retire.) I was always against leaving pastoring. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else for the rest of my life. But the more that time goes on, I really can’t see myself doing this longer than another 20 or at max 25 years, at least not without mentally cracking up and being of no use to anyone in the world. At this point my prayer is that we live that long, and beyond – able to spend the years after that in a less stressful role and able to cherish our final years together without all our phones ringing or a crisis around every corner all the time. It truly is a serious prayer of mine to have those years to enjoy together because so many pastors don't get to do that because they develop stress related life threatening illnesses. One of my biggest priorities at this time in my life is trying to take care of myself well to make it to that point. I’m starting to think of that phase now and sort of dream about what I want to do. I know it’s a long ways off, but you gotta have goals, you know. If I could do anything it would be to write full time and live part of the year in FL and part of the year in Boone, NC. And I want to savor my time with this person I love so much and not see him so laden down with things to solve all the time. That's just my dream for 20-25 years from now, but we’ll see. I realize it has to be God’s dream, not just mine.

And who knows, something might happen in the next two decades to completely change the life of the pastorate… God CAN do miracles, right?

Friday, June 29, 2007

Coconut Point ~ Day 3


Well here we are on our final day/night in Naples and then tomorrow we will come home after as late a check-out as we can get. I plan to savor every last moment before getting on the road.


One little detail I forgot about last night...at Chops (the restaurant), the manager wanted to give us something for our anniversary so she gave us a box of Norman Love Chocolates. I thought that was so sweet. They had them on the menu - you could order them for dessert. I'm saving them for another day.

This morning we slept in again and then I had my tea in bed... after a while we got up and went to Iguana Mia for lunch. We don't have that in Tampa, but we've been there before with the Coopers in Cape Coral. It's a yummy Mexican place that's real casual and, inexpensive. Then we went to the outlets here in Naples. Fila was having a huge sale - 90% off of everything in the store. We got sneakers for everyone in our family - these were normally expensive shoes, and we got all of them for 90% off. When we were done, the receipt said, "You just saved $698.00." Is that amazing or what? We walked around for a few hours but just got a lot of good exercise, didn't buy anything else. We came back to the hotel and Larry went to read again and catch up on sports and I headed out to the pool. Once again, it was extremely tranquil. I spent several hours out there. I've been doing my devotions out there during the day - my Bible, Secrets of the Secret Place and Come Away My Beloved and taking time to quietly pray since it's so quiet out by the adult pool. After that I either got in the pool or read some magazines. I spent hours out there and savored every moment of it until it was time to go in a shower and get ready for our evening. Tonight we went to Duval's Street Seafood Company and it was great. The waitress took a few pics of us as you can see, and something funny was all the fish in the case had pink sunglasses on them. It was really cute. We ate some wonderful seafood - and then Larry wanted to go over to the movies to see Live Free Die Hard - tonight was the opening night and it was really awesome. I loved it. Lots of scenes to hold Larry's hand real tight and hope for the best. I really enjoyed it.

One more night...just one more...and it has just flown by. Tomorrow it's back to the real world. Thankfully my real world is good. But I love spending time with Larry by myself, also quiet time with just me and the Lord. I have loved every moment of it. It has been a wonderful time away with my beloved. Speaking of enjoying every moment - Larry is ready for bed now, so...........g'night. :-) Till tomorrow...

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Coconut Point - Day 2


Ahhh...what a day.

We slept in until 11:30. Priceless. :-) Then Larry got up and got me some hot tea and brought me breakfast in bed. After watching a movie in bed for a few hours we went to lunch. We found a place called Montana Grill. It was really good. A outdoor shopping mall was right there. Spent some time looking around but there was nothing we wanted, we were just checking stuff out for fun. Came back to Hyatt and I headed out to the adult pool - operative word here - adult. It was glorious. No splashing. No squealing. No kids, period. Nobody bumping into me in an inner tube. Nobody spilling drinks or dripping popsicles. It was completely quiet...everyone sitting on lounge chairs, reading books and others quietly swimming in the pool. Larry doesn't go out much due to his former skin cancer, but I go for a while when we go anywhere, while he reads or watches sports. We love being together but are content to be by ourselves for a little while too. So I had fun in the sun and he watched movies and checked out his sports pages on the internet and read the paper here.

After being out for a while I came in to shower and get ready for us to go out to dinner. I had made us reservations here at Hyatt but Larry went downstairs to check the place out just to make sure it was what we were looking for. He said although the food looked good, the place was so casual in the way people were dressed. People were in shorts and stuff. He just didn't think it was appropriate enough for something as momentous as a 20th anniversary. So, he canceled the reservation and asked the concierge to recommend something dressy...a little more upscale. She recommended a place called Chops which she said would be the best in the area for what we were desiring. Sure enough when we got there there were people walking in who were clearly on dates, and women were in "little black dresses" and the like. Yes, this was the right place. WOW. It was so good! Probably the best dinner I have had in years and great ambiance. We loved it. First, they had iced tea from The Republic of Tea. I love their tea. Someday I want to order a case online and just keep it for extra special occasions. I don't drink bottled teas as a rule except for theirs, which is just not available everywhere. It's so good. So I had one of those. Then we saw so much that we wanted...couldn't decide so we ended decided to actually share a meal but get some add ons to bring more variety. We started with a crabcake appetizer. They were some of the best I ever had - also had a special sauce over them which I normally wouldn't want but this...was incredible. They had bread they made there with "butter infused with olive oil". Yum. We then had a steak and added on an order of scallops. EXCELLENT. Baked potatoes, and then...the dessert. Larry had carrot cake and I had a piece of chocolate lava cake. To say we were stuffed...is an understatement. It was so awesome. Then we came back to sit on the balcony, and spend some time together. Today was a great day. The best part is...it's not over yet. The best is yet to come. :-)


Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Coconut Point ~ Day 1


Here are some photos of this absolutely beautiful place where we are the next three days. I am so blessed to be here. I love everything about Hyatt…the décor, the beds (most comfortable sleep you will ever have in your life), the pool, the restaurants, etc. All just amazing. I thought I would put a chronicle of my days here...minus some of the details of course. :-)

I got up this morning earlier than I wanted to – I was up late getting so many last minute things done, but I needed to get to my nail place first thing. I was shocked when I walked in to see Mai there. (She always does my pedi’s) I thought she was on her 1-month vacation in Vietnam, which was one reason I was kinda “ugh” about this time but there she was! I got her just in the nick of time. She is all packed and ready to leave for Vietnam but is working today. She was really so happy for me about my anniversary. Lisa did my fill as usual. She loved my ring. Couldn’t believe I’ve been married for 20 years – her and Mai were amazed. Lisa was all excited to give me a nail design that matches my ring. (I always get free designs because I am such a good and regular customer.) The funniest thing did happen while I was there. I was sitting back in the massage chair (they just got new ones that do your entire body, not just your back - and they are wonderful.) I've got my eyes closed as I'm sitting there feeling the massage with Mai working on my feet and all of a sudden I hear an elderly lady yell, "OH MY GOSH, THIS CHAIR IS HORRIBLE! IT'S GRABBING MY BEHIND! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!!!" My eyes fly open and I see her trying to wrangle out of this chair and she's all in a tizzy. So Linda (Lisa's daughter) says , "Mam, it's just the massager..." and puts it on another setting. The woman yells louder, "don't you understand? This chair is all lumpy! Turn that thing off! I want out of here!' I'm trying hard not to bust out laughing. She had no idea what these chairs were all about but she wasn't about to find out. (What a blessing she missed...) so they had to take other chair pads they had in the store...cover up the seat and the back with them so she couldn't feel anything, and turn the massager off. Once they did she says, "OH THANK GOD!" and falls back into the seat to get her feet done. It was so funny. Mai and were trying not to laugh ourselves to pieces over the whole thing. Anyway -


With going back to being a one car family we were juggling stuff this morning so Larry dropped me off to get my nails done and took Dustin to open an account at the bank. They picked me up afterwards and we had lunch together. Dustin got a new haircut and hates it but I love it because I can see his face. Last night I said, “Now I can see your beautifully chiseled features.” Why that made him laugh, I don’t know.

So Larry and I took off for Naples right after that. And guess what – I don’t have my briefcase with me. Wow. This is the first trip I’ve ever taken without it. I have my computer, but not to work. Only to read. I quickly run out of books. I have several books and magazines with me but I go through all of them in just a few short hours time. Of course I have my Bible and stuff but I read a lot in addition to my devotions. One things I have always loved about the computer is that as long as I always have it with me I always have something to read (with wireless internet). I do a ton of my reading on there as there is no shortage of everything from news all around the world to articles about ministry, Writer’s Market on line, women’s ministry websites, and… (dare I say it?) SHOPPING!

Larry and I got here and decided to go casual tonight for dinner because we were not in the mood to dress up after the three hour car ride. I called the nicest restaurant here at Hyatt and got a reservation for us for tomorrow night. We are really excited about going there. Meanwhile we stayed in casual clothes and headed over to a local place called "Rodes" which is known for having what many describe as the best seafood in town. We had crab cakes and lobster ravioli. It was a nice quiet dinner and then we went down the street to a recommended ice cream place called "Scoops" - where they have incredible homemade ice cream. We decided to sit outside on the porch and enjoy it together. Then we came back to Hyatt and walked around the whole property just to make our plans for tomorrow. This is a huge resort. There are three pools here, jacuzzi, water slides, a rock climbing wall, a pier (we saw an alligator tonight and a large turtle), a board walk out in the wetlands, tons of areas to sit in - some even relatively secluded, a hammock (we got in it for a while tonight and just laid there talking. There is a deserted island here that they have a boat that takes you to and from it every 1/2 hour. We're probably doing that tomorrow. They also have a trolley that takes you to various places all throughout the day. Suffice it to say there is a ton of stuff to do here not to mention sleeping in late, ordering room service, etc.

Most of all I am just wanting to spend quiet uninterrupted time together. Hours at a time where I know I am not going to have a phone ring, or hear, "Mom, can you take me to the store?" or something like that.

We have a balcony off of our room with some chairs and a table. I'm loving sitting here right now (we are on the 9th floor...) looking out over this beautiful area. So glad to be here, and logging off tonight...

Just think, twenty years ago all this fun started and today it's more fun than ever.

It's been 20 years!

( To all my "cup of coffee" e-zine readers ~ this might look exactly like what you got in your e-mail box today, however is different from the devo I sent out today! This is the "expanded" edition, so enjoy!)

Twenty years ago today at 1:30 pm in the afternoon, Larry and I took that momentous walk down the aisle and became Mr. and Mrs. In that moment, everything changed. We had no idea what the next twenty years would hold. The next few days we are in Naples at the Grand Hyatt in Coconut Point where we will celebrate together this incredible journey. Our eldest son is taking care of things while we are gone. My, how far we have come! To think we are married for 20 years, and have a son who has graduated from high school. Just realize folks, we are not THAT old, we did get married young! LOL


Some of the past 20 years have been absolutely awesome, others more difficult but every one of them adventurous. Remember, we take our vows, “for better for worse, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health…” but we never believe the worse, the bad, or the sick will come. (“Surely that will befall someone else, not us…” we think.)

I thought about writing today about the absolute joy I feel right now in being married to Larry Shrodes – my deep love for him, and about the wonderful romantically hot relationship we now share. All that is true and I could have done that. But instead of writing something flowery, and leaving it at that I wanted to share more of the whole picture.

As my wedding reception was winding down to the last moments, there were just a few family members and friends left. I realized this would be the last day to wear my wedding dress, so I savored each minute, twirled around in it and said to a friend, “Can you believe it’s almost over?” Without missing a beat, she said, “Over? Are you kidding? It’s just beginning!” I was so young and naïve. (You can probably tell that by this wedding photo. Can you believe my husband had a 29- inch waist? He was only 19 years old. He was just a little skinny boy when I married him. He always says that he is now "twice the man he once was"! Actually I don't want the little skinny husband again. I think he's much more handsome now.)

Years later after our wedding I found a book entitled, After every wedding comes a marriage! and I thought to myself, “you can say that again!” Many people are in love with the idea of a wedding but don’t realize that marriage is going to be the hardest thing they will ever accomplish. The wedding plans are NOTHING in comparison. I personally think being a wife is harder than being a mother. When your kids do something that is driving you insane you can justify it by saying, “well, they’re just kids…their reasoning skills aren’t developed yet…they are immature…they are still growing…kids don’t realize, yada yada yada. But when your husband does something that is threatening your mental state of mind, you can’t say, “well, he’s just 42. His reasoning skills aren’t developed yet…he is still growing…” No – at some point you realize to make it work is going to take an incredible amount of patience, forgiveness and unselfishness.

A few months after we were married, we were so poor we couldn’t pay attention. We robbed Peter, and THEN robbed Paul. You get the picture. Well, we only had a few dollars for groceries for that week, but to my absolute shock, Larry went out and used our grocery money to buy a Nintendo. I thought, “okay, what does he want me to do? Crush this up and fry it?” I was so mad I thought I would spit nails. (And if I ate that Nintendo I guess I literally would have.) I thought…”Oh my…we have our work cut out for us here…” I quickly learned, getting married, having sex or even turning 21, 22, 23, 24, 25 doesn’t make you a man…or a woman!!! It takes quite a number of years to fully become a mature man or woman of God.

The problem is, most people these days don’t hold on for that, they just experience the shock of the first years of marriage and so many don’t even make it to the five year mark. When Larry and I were just in our mid-thirties we were at a family wedding and they invited all the couples out onto the dance floor. Every few minutes they would say things like…”if you’ve been married a year or more, leave the floor…” Then, “If you’ve been married five years or more, take a seat…” so on and so on. This was a very large wedding reception with lots of couples dancing but within moments, everyone was cleared out with the exception of my husband’s mother and father, and…us. We were shocked. A very sad statistic I came across is that 70% of all divorces are for “non-severe” reasons. Most divorces are not because of abuse or adultery. Most divorces are because people just can’t handle the challenges of everyday life together.



A long lasting marriage means putting up with little things like your spouse always running the gas in the car down to nothing and parking it in the driveway again for you to take it early the next morning, and you letting it go and not making a big deal of it. At some point you come to realize that the love you share is much more important than a low gas tank. Especially as the years go on, you realize that you only have so much more time on earth to love your partner and you better make the most of every moment. Most of the arguments Larry and I have ever had have really been over stupid things. I can only think of two, maybe three that have ever really been something major that we have to sit down and work out and not just let go. Most of them were silly tiffs. More and more I realize what is important and each time he runs the gas tank down and leaves it, or I continue to save things to the hard drive of the computer despite him telling me a zillion times not to...we don't really mention those things to each other anymore. We just "fix them" for each other and realize, it's not worth fighting about when we can snuggle and watch a movie instead or take a walk together at sunset in our neighborhood.

Many people ask me about the keys to a lasting marriage. Through twenty years of many ups and downs, here are the first three that come to my mind:

1) Unselfishness – Philippians 2:3

I always say, “Marriage is an every day exercise in getting beyond your selfishness.” You might as well get over yourself, because 90% of all second and third marriages fail so if you think you’ll fare any better getting another partner, think again. Get over having to have your own way all the time and things will get much better.


The other day my husband was surfing on a ministry site on line and found a t-shirt that people were selling that said, "I wanna be a pastor's wife!" I had to absolutely crack up at that. WHO is buying these shirts? I'm sure perhaps plenty of young girls are, or even older single women who are hormonally challenged (lol) but the fact is, you don't know what you are getting into getting married, let alone to a pastor! Believe me, I was 100% called to ministry and to be not only a pastor's wife but a pastor myself and let me tell you...I still had a wake up call. By the time you are married a few years as a minister's wife believe me you should have a degree in unselfishness. I think for any pastor's wife who is married and in the ministry for 5o years they need to crown them the absolute queen and give them a medal. This is one reason I admire people like Sis. Coker so much. I know all she has been through and she's still so powerful in God...and an excellent wife with a happy husband.

A co-worker at her secular job recently asked Misty, our children's pastor's wife, "so, what's it like to be a pastor's wife? Do you just sit around together and praise and worship all the time?" Um, believe me, Misty found that just as funny as I did!

Are you kidding? Being a wife, and being a pastor's wife on top of that is an incredible life of sacrifice and dying to oneself. It is a role in which you put your own concerns aside most of the time for the sake of others. I could talk about this aspect for a few hundred hours, but I'll move on...the next thing I've learned that's really crucial is...

2) Sex – I Corinthians 7:3-5

Know your priorities. If you are too busy for sex, you're too busy. If you are going to go from the honeymoon lingerie to wearing a t-shirt, just make sure it's see-through. :-) Keep doing things to fuel the fire. Men have two basic needs: food and sex. Keep them full of both and many if not most of your problems will be solved. As I mentioned yesterday, Larry's favorite three words are, "lock the door..." and believe me, if I'm the one that says them, he is doubly excited about them, and more so as time goes on. I’ve found you have to PLAY and PRAY, throughout every season in your marriage. It’s an unbeatable combination…and speaking of that…

3) Prayer – I Corinthians 7:3-5

While we have all heard the statistic that half of all marriages end in divorce, a little known statistic is that only one out of every 1,150 couples who pray together on a regular basis will get divorced! Prayer is powerful.

The Bible speaks about the prayer/sex combination in I Corinthians 7:3-5

"The husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband. The wife's body does not belong to her alone but also to her husband. In the same way, the husband's body does not belong to him alone but also to his wife. Do not deprive each other except by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control.” NIV

So with all that said, I wanted to take time today to encourage those of you who might be struggling in your marriage, thinking you would be better off giving up. Please consider all this and think again! For those of you preparing for marriage – think about these things carefully. Be much more concerned about your marriage than your wedding, and you’ll be in good stead. Twenty years from now you will be much happier that you prepared more for daily married life than selecting what kind of favors you intend to have at the reception.

I'm in one of the most beautiful places on earth for three days with Larry all to myself. Could things be any better right now? Ta ta for now…it’s time to play and pray!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

My Anniversary Gift



This is what Larry presented me with for our 20th anniversary, which is tomorrow. (Stay tuned for a special blog tomorrow about it!) His gift to me is a platinum diamond anniversary band. (This is a photo of the same one I got, at right). He wanted to wait until tomorrow to give it to me...but he couldn't. It's the same way with our engagement, or any other special thing Larry gets for me. Back in 1986 he wanted to propose to me on the 27th of June, but he got so beside himself with anticipation to propose and give me the ring...he did it two days before. I am so blessed with a man who loves to give...who loves to make me happy. Who loves to make me so happy I just can't stop smiling. Who loves to light my world. I'm sitting here crying as I write this so I'll stop with that train of thought.

I would have posted a pic of it actually on my hand but I'm in serious need of a fill. I got a french manicure last time and it's kind of spotty by now, as I call it. I get a fill every 2 weeks or so but I ran out of time with trying to get all my work done and get packed. I'm going to try and go in the morning right when they open, before we leave. I don't want anyone but Lisa doing my fill, so it's worth it. Maybe then I'll post another pic. :-)

The anniversary gift for 20 years is supposed to be china or platinum. I was packing my suitcase tonight and washing two more loads of clothes, and re-loading the dishwasher and answering the phone and when I came back in the bedroom I could tell something was going on with him. He was kind of acting strange. Then he said, "lock the door." Now usually for Larry those words only mean one thing. So I said, "Um, babe, I'd love to but our suitcases are all over the bed and I'm trying to pack and stuff... so he says, "no, no...not that...just shut the door for a second. So I did and he proceeds to present me with a CD. It was a music CD of chinese music that went "platinum" in China. He says, "honey this is our 20th anniversary and the gifts are supposed to be china and platinum. I know you already have four sets of china. So, this is what I got you...a CD of chinese music that went platinum." I thought, "okay, he can't be serious..." It was so funny. So I said, "um, thanks honey, that's so creative" and then he pulled out the ring. I really love it!!! I think I kissed him three times right after he gave it to me...probably more but I was just feeling all mushy so it's kind of a blur now. I wasn't expecting it, honestly. Especially tonight. I was thinking he would get me something special but was not sure what.

As far as what I'm getting him - he's not too into jewelry - he doesn't want a new wedding band (I've tried to get him one and he doesn't like the idea although I love the idea! Maybe he'll change his mind one day) and the only other piece of jewelry he wants I gave him for Christmas two years ago. So... he wants golf stuff...plus plenty more of what I give him all the time. :-) Except for tonight when our suitcases were on the bed.

I do love this ring...I guess it means he still absolutely adores me after 20 years...

Monday, June 25, 2007

This is going to be SO worth it!



Well, I'm really zonked - but cramming a week's worth of work into two days plus my 8 hour marathon book writing yesterday is going to be so worth it. Usually when we go away even on vacation, I always have my work with me. I usually commit not to do it during "family time" (when they are awake, or I try to keep it to just car rides when they are watching a movie or something anyway.) But my point is - my work is really never done. I've always got a briefcase and a laptop with me. It's just life. But for once, just once, I want to go away to celebrate our 20th anniversary on Wednesday and I don't want to take any work with me. I want to finish my very last initiative on the list, and forget about anything else but focusing on the one I love...and relaxing.

What this basically means is that I'm not only cramming my church work but my "home" work into a little space of time, plus packing and all that jazz, to be able to be free for the next few days. I am so excited - when we pull out of our driveway Wednesday I am going to just be beside myself with glee.

The set up has been really good for me to get work done. Sunday, Savanna wanted Chelsea to spend the night. I said okay as long as they would play well and let me work in peace. They said no problem and they kept their word. They were good as gold. The boys were with friends and Larry took off and went golfing. Except for two little girls playing Barbie's just beautifully together and singing Hannah Montana songs with the door shut, I had no one here and was able to work til' 2 am last night. Then today I went to work, got started late because of a Dr.'s appointment but after that I got a lot done and aside from supper went straight through til' midnight working on stuff. I was alone again because Jordan was at the Currie's, Dustin was at Stephen's and Savanna was at Chelsea's and Larry and Pastor T took off to a viewing at a funeral home. When they left I said, "have fun!" (They thought it was bizarre, but you know - our staff enjoys being together - even at funeral homes we're happy, so I thought, why not tell them to have fun?) They went out to Fred's Market to eat afterwards and although I LOVE IT there, I am trying my hardest to stay OP (on program) so therefore it was a good idea I was not there. Tomorrow I'll have my last full day of work to wrap everything up.

I'm so excited about this coming Sunday's service as well. It's really coming together. My part - except continued prayer - is all done! I feel confident the Lord is going to do something great.

I can't wait...did I mention that? Naples, here I come!

As Ross Perot would say, "Sheeer Genius!"


Don't laugh - I actually do this! It drives my husband crazy. I put my laptop up on the edge of my garden tub as I am taking a bath and check mail as I'm in there or write. I know, it's crazy. But when I say I love writing and reading, I mean it. Anyway, when I saw this pic I instantly thought of me. So anyway, guess what I just did? It's 1:21 am and I just finished a book! Not reading one...writing one - in one night. Don't believe me? It's true and it's not just a bunch of whooey or sloppy writing...it's pretty decent if I do say so myself.

Can't say exactly what it is yet...too many Northsiders read my blog. :-)

But I will say this - it's something extra special...coming up at the best kept secret in Tampa Bay............Northside Assembly of God!

I had to finish this before we went on our 20th anniversary getaway this week. I simply don't want to take my work with me. This is way too special of a time for us and I don't want to spend it doing anything else than sitting by the pool, picking out a fruity drink, and...staying in bed a lot, of course. :-)

Soooooooooooooooo....I spend about eight hours tonight getting this monster project done. Straight, without a break - not even a potty break. I just realized...I really have to go. So TTFN!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

What is a blog?


Why blog?

I'm a little confused.

I recently looked up the Webster's definition of blog, and here's what it said:

The term was coined in 1999, and today Webster’s dictionary defines a blog as a “diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page.” More importantly, it says that blogs are “typically updated daily” and that “blogs often reflect the personality of the author.”

This was what I've always thought blogs were for, exactly as Webster's defines it. Most blogs I read fit this description. They are a diary - sometimes the daily happenings of a person, a pastor chronicling the "story" of their church, and most if not all reflect the unique personality of the writer. Even when a person is giving a devotional, sharing spiritual insight or knowledge from their secular job, they do so with the flair of their personality and give personal illustrations that hook the reader to keep coming back for more. Blogs give you insight about someone and allow you to get to know them better.

There are a few blogs that I read everyday of which I have never met the blogger and probably never will. I have never even commented most of them and am a silent reader. However I feel like I "know" them based on reading what they write each day. I could probably call them on the phone and have an entire conversation about their week or month and totally fit in without skipping a beat because I have been keeping up on their day to day life. I know some people view mine that way too because they email me about what I write, and act as if we are long lost friends! My point is - blogging is something that gives you a sort of "insider track" with where people are at in their life, what they are thinking, where they are headed.

Today I read the blog of someone who has always been described as a very closed person. Not personal at all, not relational, very standoffish, quite frankly. Although not relational, they like to appear trendy and with the latest greatest thing that's going on. Well, we all know, cool people have blogs. :-)

So, they now have a blog. Whippy doo da. They can now also join the ranks of those who have an IPOD, a MySpace, a Facebook, and do yoga. (You know, there's Christian yoga now, although I'm not into it...guess I'm not that cool.) When I read their blog, I had to laugh at the fact that it was completely devoid of anything personal. It is nothing but "information" or rather "bible knowledge" accumulated in study. There was not a smack of anything warm and personal about it other than their photo. The blog gave no insight into their feelings, opinion, what makes them mad, sad, glad or anything else. You sense no personality coming out of this thing, rather simply their subject of study. I thought to myself - if I wanted that, I'd read the encyclopedia, Bible commentaries, a Bible concordance, Sermon Central or Google.

I just found it humorous that while they want to be relevant enough to blog, they continue to live a life with a heart unopened. Theirs has to be a very lonely heart.

I am a "pneuma blogger" which means I'm part of a wonderful group of charasmatic bloggers, brought together online by the honorable Rich Tatum. :-) I think Rich is really cool by the way. Every day I go through a read most of what's written by the pneuma bloggers. I find the majority of it to be really fascinating. They are addicting blogs, or "viral blogs" as they are known. When someone does share great spiritual insight, I am often drawn back to it not because of the depth of bible knowledge they have but rather the illustrations they gave in how the Word has affected them personally, their family, their church. I enjoy getting to know the writer's personality and their loves, their losses, their dreams, hopes, among many other things. I even enjoy hearing about their kid's birthday party or their trip to the beach.

I enjoy reading blogs of tons of people I've never met because the way they communicate is to REAL and INTIMATE. Sometimes those things they share draw me back to hear what God just spoke to them about the book of Isaiah as they were studying it this week. I have caught the 'virus' and find myself going back once more to read about someone's highs or lows, and relate to what they are saying so many times because - it's real life and what I go through too. It's the same reason most people are drawn to the Psalms - because of David's realness, and his godliness at the same time.

I don't know why I'm sharing this other than to say - there are some ministers that are very closed, not just to church people (which to a degree I understand their fear with that) but they seem to be closed to anyone and everyone else, even in giving the slightest tidbit of personal feeling behind what they teach.

All I can think of is..............how sad. Not only are others missing out on getting to know more of the 'real' person behind the teaching, but they are missing out on truly sharing the real them, and their journey with others.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Confessions of a weight watcher


It's really no shock to anybody who is a real friend to me that my weakness is food. Some people can claim that they are big boned. But when is the last time you saw a fat boned skeleton? Some people can claim they have a thyroid problem. Some people can say they have ballooned up because of anti-depressants or other drugs. Some people say it's in their genes. What do I have to say for myself? I'm an abuser at times, plain and simple. It is a result of stress, however it's MY response to stress, and not the stress's fault, it's mine. Because I have a choice as to how to handle it.

Anyone who is in relationship with me knows, I've been doing Weight Watchers for almost three years now. I am a WW member and will always be. Even if I stayed right at goal, I will never stop going because I know my weakness and this is just something I need to stay on track. Since joining WW, I have lost 30 or 40 pounds, depending on what day of the week or month it is.

This has been a difficult month as far as eating. I am 9 pounds away from final goal weight right now, and that might not seem like much, but to me it's everything because those 9 pounds scream "FAILURE" at me quite a bit. The last month I have played a foolish game of losing four pounds, gaining four pounds.

I can be right on program and stay there for quite a while and then if difficult times hit, I regress. This is because at times I am blinded to think that besides my relationship with God, it's my only recourse. I now know this to be untrue, but sometimes I still fall. As much as I want to be perfect, that status ever eludes me.

Many people wonder why there are so many people in the ministry who are overweight. People talk about these big fat pastors who have "pulpit bumpers". Well, I'll tell you why. I'll tell you the facts many others wouldn't dare to tell you. There are a zillion things on their minds that they can't talk to anybody about or it would most likely cost them their jobs. Their life. Their livelihood. Their calling. First there are the "confidential" things people tell them in the course of their daily work. They deal with people in the church (not just people out in the world) who are in terrible circumstances - not just illnesses, but sins -- some with horrible consequences. At any given time you find out that two of your members are having an affair, one just had an abortion, another has left their spouse, someone else has turned gay, another is having a baby by someone who isn't their spouse, yet still another is abusing their kid, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. You have preached the Word of God. You have called the people to holiness and a closer walk with God. Still, they have become entangled with these sins that have beset them. Just as your natural children have a free will, much to your chagrin, so do your spiritual ones. As a minister you are not only carrying the weight of your problems, but because you care so much for others, you feel the weight of theirs. (No matter how much I remind myself to "cast my cares"...it's hard not to feel broken for our people who are in such pain. As a spiritual mother or father, you feel that pain just like you would for one of your own natural children.)

So you know all this stuff and have it all secretly on your mind and that doesn't even include church politics! Oh, if it were only that easy that we only had to deal with people's private sins. But no, you have all this political stuff to deal with that you would just looooooooooooooove to expose to everybody in the church and lay all the cards on the table and thereby exonerate yourself from many completely unfair situations, but...ethics dictate that you can't. So when you deal with staff issues, leadership issues, "controller in the church" issues, antagonists, etc., you just have to discuss it with your spouse and keep trudging on. But that's the least of your worries. Because at any given time on top of that, if your life isn't going just peachy, you feel you can't share that, at least not without criticism or developing lack of respect. If you have a fight in your marriage, your kids are having a rebellious week, your finances hit the wall due to a bill you didn't expect, etc. etc. you lump all that on top of the other things you keep under wraps, so as to keep your house of cards standing tall. Sometimes you make time to call a pastor-friend and meet for coffee and talk but most weeks the truth is, you work at least 50-60 hours (more at holidays) and so do they. Time is in short supply and you are also on the merry go round of dealing with the above.

You can't drink alcohol.

You can't do drugs.

You can't spill your guts about all this stuff.

Or you'd lose your ministry.

So what is the "safest" course of action? You stop by Publix on the way home from church. Not only are all the things above bothering you but when you were at church service you were so angry because some of the people who had responsibilities let the ball drop. So much went wrong. But you had to act like everything was alright. You can't go ballistic and say what you want to...because - YOU GUESSED IT...your job...ministry...calling...livelihood...not to mention the respect factor - is once again at stake. So - here you are at Publix in the frozen food aisle.

You pick up a half gallon of Rocky Road, a bag of Ruffles potato chips, brownies at the bakery, add a dozen donuts in the cart, and then to pacify your guilty side you throw in a bag of fresh broccoli for dinner the next night. You then go home, proceed to open the bag of Ruffles and the carton of Rocky Road and you eat it until you feel better while you watch a movie on Lifetime about somebody else with huge problems. This takes you out of the world you are currently in to somebody else's world that is worse than yours. All this would seem perfectly fine except the next day you get on the scale and discover you are now two pounds more than you were the previous day and when you get your clothes out for work the next day you discover you can't button the pants that you wore just last week.

My first weight watcher leader, Ginger, used to say to us, "Just remember, you can eat all you want in private, but be assurred - it will show up in public!"

The above has been the ongoing saga of my life for years. There have been times I have ventured out and instead of eating, decided to be honest and share the pressures of my life with a friend. Doing that in the church almost got me annihalated by somebody who really betrayed me years ago in the church. I quickly saw that was no solution. Therefore the reason I became very careful. Sharing with other pastors is a good thing - if I only make the time. (Which I do more often now - I see it as something on my schedule that is as important as message preparation or planning an outreach because I can then do ministry sanely. Well, at least mostly sane.) But many times I haven't stopped to pray more when the pressure hits, or call a pastor friend, or an incredibly loyal person in the church. (I've discovered later that there are possibilities in the church when you are careful and wait a long time to watch someone over time and test their loyalty).

In the times I haven't made the right choice, I have found myself just stuffing. I would get mad at someone and because I couldn't unload on them like I wanted to, or even simply just tell them I was upset. I would instead secretly say, "I'll fix you!" and go home and munch down an entire bag of potato chips. One time when dealing with a difficult church politic situation, I stayed home for three days in a row and did nothing but cry and eat. Finally I figured out, the potato chips were not hurting the people I was upset with at all - they were just making me bigger and more miserable than before about the situation. I was only hurting myself.

These past few weeks have been disappointing for me with my car and some other stuff. And I have to admit, I have more often decided to eat potato chips (thought not a whole bag, just an extra serving), and turned to comforting things like fried chicken and regular cokes, and all that. For the moment (and I stress "the moment"), it felt good.

My current weight watcher leader, Clara, often says, "Every behavior has a positive intention." That really affected me when she said that. Her point is - when you abuse food or anything else, you aren't looking to hurt yourself, you simply want relief. You want to get rid of the loneliness, so you eat a hot fudge sundae. For a moment it soothed you but about 30 minutes later you feel horrible. If you picked up the phone and called a friend, you would have accomplished the same soothing, only it would have been real and lasted longer. You were craving companionship but a bowl of ice cream doesn't have that power.

Others eat because the food doesn't talk back or disappoint us at the time. We see it as our friend, especially when someone has betrayed us. We know the ice cream is going to feel good going down and it's not going to say hurtful words, or lie. But again, half an hour later there we are feeling completely empty again.

I realize the answer is a stronger prayer life and time with God - which is the only thing that fills any of us up. My problem is, even though I am a pastor, I can't pray 24/7, nor read God's Word 24/7. I have a devotional life, however I still have to live in the real world and handle all of the above "real life issues". I wish it were as easy as having prayer and the Word as my life to the exclusion of all else. I'd love nothing more. But as soon as I start to do that, one of my kids scream that the dog has gotten loose or somebody from the church is one the phone. What it boils down to is acting on the principles in the Word and what God has spoken to me in times of prayer rather than the old, familiar, ineffective methods I used for so long - and still sometimes use when I lapse. One good thing - the lapses get further and further apart. As Clara says, "PROGRESS, NOT PERFECTION." This journey is harder for those of us who also struggle with being perfectionists because we see it as all or nothing. When we have a lapse, sometimes we quit because we feel, "what's the use - I'm not perfect in my striving to do this now...I've failed."

For all those reading this who also struggle with this, I want to share with you some of the most powerful sayings and things I've learned from my leaders in Weight Watchers:

"Never failure, only feedback."

"PROGRESS, NOT PERFECTION."

"If you bite it, write it."

"You can eat all you want in private, but rest assurred it will show up in public!"

"Nothing tastes as good as thin feels."

"Just ten pounds of weight loss takes 30 pounds of pressure off your knees."

"Every behavior has a positive intention."

"Don't use food to stay awake!"

"Move more, eat wisely."

"One of the most common positive intentions behind emotional eating is trying to avoid or put off dealing with uncomfortable feelings."

"FEEL the feeling, don't FEED it."

"Eat more raw than cooked...more plants than animals."

"Stand in line with thin people at a buffet/reception. Take what they take."

Ask yourself, "Is food used to do something I don't want to do?"

FAMOUS LAST WORDS: "I'll do it on my own."

Get rid of all your "in case of" clothes.

Lethal Logic: "I don't want to hurt people's feelings..." and "It's not right to waste food..." and "I deserve it..." and......"Just one's not going to hurt..."

To deal with a craving:

1) Acknowlege it.

2) Avoid self judgments.

3) Remain calm.

4) Consider the consequences.

5) Step into action - and follow WW guidelines.

6) Ask what the craving implies.

"Stop breaking self-promises." Example: "I'll put myself on the list and exercise today..." "I'll start taking care of myself..." "I'm worth investing in myself, so I'm going to start..."

"There is always a better choice available. Take it."

HALT - when you want to overeat! You HALT when you are Hurting, Angry, Lonely or Tired.

And my favorite - told to me by my first leader............


"I am a treasure, waiting to be found."

I hope these words of truth help anyone reading this who also struggles. As you can see, Weight Watchers is not all about how many calories we eat, or choosing dry bland chicken breast to eat every day. It's more about WHY we do what we do, and how to break the cycle.

Do we face serious issues in our lives? Without a doubt. But there is a better way to handle those issues than many of us have chosen. I used to think that because my problems in life were real, and not imagined (mainly the stresses of pastoring) that it somehow justified my soothing myself with food. I finally realized that no matter how "real" the pressures in my life, they didn't justify abuse to my body. In my case, I am choosing as a lifelong journey to take the principles in God's Word and fuse them with positive lessons learned in Weight Watchers and walk this path for life no matter how many times I fall. The past few weeks have been hard. I confess to you - I've done way too many potato chips and tried in vain to feel better. I haven't experienced a breakthrough. All that has happened is that I can't wear my favorite pair of Levi's. What a waste. I fall. But I will always, always get back up again. And so can you my friend.

You are a treasure waiting to be found. Make the right choice!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Friday's Feast

To do Friday's Feast, (a buffet for your brain) each week go to http://www.fridaysfeast.com/.



Appetizer

Name a funny habit you have. Oh gosh, there are probably so many it's hard to pick just one. But... probably my habit of straightening all the stuff on a table at a restaurant - the salt and pepper shakers, sugar, menus, EVERYTHING has to be perfectly lined up. I know, it's OCD, and I don't care.

Soup

If you could instantly know how to play a musical instrument, which one would you pick? Guitar

Salad

How long is your hair? Right now it's a little shorter in back than usual and longer in front. I like it that way.

Main Course

When was the last time you forgave someone, and , and who was it? I have to forgive someone every single day. I believe this is just life for everybody at least those who want to live like Jesus. I'm either forgiving someone, just completing forgiving someone, or starting the process.

Dessert

What is your favorite kitchen appliance? So many of them but probably my food processor.

It's still quiet...can you say, "halleluiah"??!


Here is a chronicle of my day. Get yourself a snickers bar and a cup of tea if you care to listen to all the details. Larry and I wanted to sleep in on this, our day off, and the final moments before our children arrived home from youth camp. So we did.

After completely savoring this whole morning in bed, I woke up to read the article on our women's ministries in the St. Pete Times, which ran today. It's good except in the actual print edition (not the online version) there is a huge picture of my face and I truly wish instead of that, they would have gotten a wide angle shot of the princess luncheon. They did add a photo of the guys serving, and that was good. Not that I'm saying they couldn't have included a pic of me, I'm just saying...I'm so much prouder of what the ladies have accomplished and all it takes to put that outreach on and would have loved to have seen a shot of a bunch of them or the room so everyone could see the work they did. The photographer was there for at least two hours and took so many...I was hoping for more than a humongo pic of my face. There were also a few little things that weren't an exact quote from me - where I'm not sure the reporter truly got the gist of what I said or such but nothing earth shattering. All in all it was a great piece, so I'm pleased. A few weeks ago the Tribune featured us (click here to read article) , and then yesterday the A/G Women's Ministries Unlimited did a feature on us as well. (Click here to see it. ) So all in all it's been an extremely media friendly month! With three publications calling in one month and saying, "we've heard good things are going on at your place and want to do a feature on you..." I'm thankful for God's favor.

Back to the quiet... we savored it. Spent the morning in bed. Then the only area of the house that still needed to have a weekly cleaning was our room/bathroom so we did that (I wanted it out of the way before tomorrow - I would like to have one Saturday devoid of cleaning since that hasn't happened for so long.) I can't remember the last time... so we got that out of the way and then Larry went to pick the boys up from the church. They were so exhausted. They walked in the door, gave me a hug, told me camp was wonderful, and went straight to bed. Where they remained the entire day/night. It's almost midnight and they are still asleep. I don't expect them to wake up. You know how sleep deprived kids get at camp. I am grateful they went right to bed because in years past they haven't always or we have had a family event or something when they got home and they were so cranky.

So when they got home they hit the sack. I filled my big tub...and sunk in for a bubble bath. Yep, I was savoring this all the way. Then I still had time to relax (it was a completely quiet house, remember?) so Larry watched sports and I went in and laid on my bed again and proceeded to read the ENTIRE (yes, I said entire) book, "If I did it...here's how..." by O.J. Simpson. How did I get this? Well as most of the world knows by now, it was illegally leaked on the internet by TMZ and by the time a judge ordered TMZ to turn it over and take it off the internet, some people had already copied it and circulated it on the internet. So I researched it until I tracked a copy down, and read it on my computer in it's entirety. Probably took me about an hour and a half, if that. I read very fast, usually several books a week in addition to the Bible, my devotional books, and the Tampa Tribune each day. So...

Some of you might think, "why in the world would you read that? Isn't it supporting OJ and his sick, twisted actions?" No, not anymore. When he was the recipient of royalties from the book, yes. However now the Goldman's get everything from it and have renamed it. I watched the OJ trial every single day. I watched his low speed chase live. Then followed the trial each day. I taped it. Then when the final day with the verdict, I was at a district meeting when the verdict was read, but stopped and watched it mid meeting. I was very interested in the case, just as I was also interested in the Scott Peterson trial. I don't do this with every trial out there, but in these type of cases I am very interested for one reason - as a women's pastor, my heart breaks for abused women. I hate it, hate it, hate it. (this is one reason we have a support group at our church for such...my heart is very broken for this). I can't stand the fact that a majority of men get away with this, at least here on earth. I literally pray about these cases. In OJ's case I was devastated. I was only consoled by the fact that he has not had his eternal reward yet. My only consolation was that hell is still real. Upon hearing the verdict, I was crushed.

A friend of mine lives in Miami (where he lives) and has seen him at restaurants. He evidently has the nerve to go up to some patrons and ask if they want his autograph. (Don't celebs usually wait until someone asks them? Just an example of the cockiness...) Anyway, he approached a table of women she was sitting at and said, "Would you like my autograph?" And she said, "Absolutely not, I think you're a jerk." I think personally I would have picked up my knife I was eating with and said, "here, why don't you autograph this - it's appropriate for the circumstances..."

Poor Nicole and Ron. Many people are upset that the book is being downloaded by people and now they won't buy it since it's free on the internet, and it will affect sales and Ron's parents getting the money from it that they have been awarded in their civil suit. I will still buy the book just to support them because I feel for them. And I read on the internet today that many other people have pledged to read it after buying it too. But I honestly didn't want to wait til' it comes out, as I have read every book written about the case (took them all out of the library over time) and I didn't want to wait to read this one. I believe OJ wrote it as an outlet because of the guilt he carries though I feel not one bit sorry for him. Basically it's a full confession of how he committed the crime. He says, "keep in mind this is hypothetical" but that is his only disclaimer. He says nothing else about not doing it, in fact to the contrary. It's really a play by play confession. Instead of "if I did it here's how" the Goldman's won the rights to the book and will now release it and call it, "Confessions of a Double Murderer." I think that is great - they deserve every bit of whatever they can get out of that man.

As a side note, when the Peterson verdict was read I was in a women's ministries meeting at the district office. I interrupted the meeting and asked our director if we could stop a second while it was read so that Larry could tell me on the cell phone what the verdict was an I could tell all the women there. Everyone else wanted to hear it too so nobody minded the interruption. When I said, "guilty!" we were all totally psyched. Finally one of these wife abusers got what was coming to him not only in the afterlife but here on earth. Can you tell I'm a little sensitive about this? I really can't stand wife abusers...

After reading the OJ book and taking a nice long bubble bath, I got dressed and ready and headed out to get gifts for a couple in our church that just had a baby, and also for a briday shower I had to go to tonight for Liane. I shopped for a while then came home to wrap things and spent some time talking with Larry, did a load of laundry and left for the shower. It was really lovely. Judy and Sharon did a wonderful job. Just beautiful. Liane got so many nice things and probably about 10 beautiful lingerie outfits. (I got her three of them myself and put on the card, "Remember what's most important! This gift will help you do that...") She chuckled at that. But seriously, here's the way I feel. You go to these showers and people give the bride blenders, toasters, coffee pots, and whatever. But having been married myself for 20 years I'll tell you - just wear the sexy clothes and keep it going on in the bedroom and your husband will buy you ten bazillion blenders or whatever else you want! Just keep the sex going strong and the man will worship the ground you walk on. There's not much I want that if it is within Larry's power to do so, he won't do for me right away. The only time he ever hasn't is when it was or is, literally impossible for him to do so. I really believe, as long as a man has food to eat and plenty of sex, if they are normal and not some kind of psychopath like OJ or Scott Peterson, they will do whatever is in their power to make you happy.

I might have stayed a little longer at the shower and talked a bit more but we only have one car now and I needed to get home to Larry so he could go to the store. He had to buy everything for men's breakfast and some other stuff, so I had to get home to him. And guess what - I still have my quiet house. It's thunderstorming here right now outside, but I sat in my rocker in my room and had devotions.

I finished I & II Timothy and then read a chapter from Secrets of the Secret Place that was on "tears". Appropo for this week. I really hardly ever cry. I'm an emotional person, as in a wide range of emotions. But I don't cry for nothing. Something really has to be wrong - I don't just tear up all the time. It's interesting that I would read this chapter this week because I cried every day and sometimes for a long time. I have just had some things I've been genuinely sad about. Bob Sorge says that weeping and tears have always gained the Lord's attention. David said in Psalm 56 that the Lord puts all our tears in a bottle. After this week, I've probably overflowed the bottle and now there's a lake in heaven with my name on it! :-) When I was growing up there was a song by the Gaithers called, "Tears are a Language God Understands." I am so glad for that. Sometimes there's no one that understands what is in your heart but the Lord and at times you can't even verbally express it yourself, but by your tears He knows your heart.

My housework is done for the weekend - all I have to do tomorrow are three or so things to put the finishing touches on Sunday and get our clothes laid out, pressed and ready. (Yes, I dress Larry - it's been my job for 20 years.) :-) Other than that I am looking forward to what might possibly be another quiet day of writing depending on whether Savanna comes home (she's still at her "other family's house" - the Harts) and whether the boys still need more sleep.

It has been SO good to have a week where we didn't go out of town, and where we had QUIET. It has been eons since my week was not broken up by a trip somewhere or 20 initiatives in a day. When Larry comes home from the store tonight it's kind of like we still have the house to ourselves, and the night is not over. God is good. I enjoyed documenting everything about my day...if anyone actually read this whole thing, God bless you.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Savoring the silence


Our quiet week is about ready to come to a close. The boys come home tomorrow. And then we are going to hear everything from drums, guitar, earsplitting music on CD's to "I told you...just leave her alone! Stop antagonizing her... for the hundreth time..." Add to that,when the kids come home they are like aliens from another planet because they haven't had enough sleep all week and they are incredibly grumpy. I always say, "if God touched you so mightily at camp then why are you snapping at your parents like that?" I know they are always incredibly sleep deprived so I cut them some slack until they have slept for a night and caught up. Still it's always amazing to me how kids can cry their hearts out at an altar for a week straight and then come home acting like that. We'll see...maybe the Holy Ghost got ahold of them in a different kind of way this year - I can only hope!

Larry finished all of the house stuff we were doing - in addition to the carpet, he replaced the blinds on the sliders. It was so overdue. The kids caused them to crack in some places through God knows what over the past 3 years and we have needed to do it but just haven't. We went and picked them out and he got them cut to fit our windows. At the same time I got a lemon tree for the back patio. I have really been wanting one. Now I have a tangerine tree and a lemon tree. :-) Little things like that make me happy. It's not just the big things in life that make me happy but many times the smallest things like that bring me joy.

Tonight Keith and Joy came over and we met at Rattlefish Reef. Ate some seafood - except Larry who ate veggies only. (Still on his fast til' Saturday) Then we came home and I had made dessert for us - and made Larry a fruit plate. We drank tea and sat around for a few hours and talked until Keith was too tired to talk anymore and wanted to drive back before he got too sleepy. It was a good night.

Now I'm going to savor this last little bit of peace and quiet while I can... time to go snuggle and eek every last wonderful moment out of this............g'night.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

I love him...I mean, I REALLY love him



I always know that I love my husband. It's just a fact. But there are sometimes that something happens that just brings me so close to him, I would be content to just run away from the world with him, and live either in the mountains by ourselves somewhere, or on a tropical island. The problem with that is, Larry is such a people person he would never go for it. He can't deal with as much solitude as I can. I can deal with boatloads of it. But anyway, since we are not running away to the mountains nor a tropical island, it's a moot point. However, what I'm saying is that there are times...moments when only Jesus and Larry are in my world as if nothing else exists. Next week for three days it will just be us and all we are going to have to focus on is what fruity drink we want next, and I for one can't wait!

Larry brought me such comfort and peace today with how he talked to me at my most upset moment. I was sitting in my chair crying and he literally got down on his knees, took my head in his hands and said, "Sassy...listen to me...please listen to me..." and started pouring his heart out to me - telling me he understood my feelings and how much he deeply loves me," and a bunch of other things. I gushed out with my frustrated words telling him how I've been feeling and stuff. I mean I just let it out, my perspective about what I feel spiritually right now, what I think God's point of view is, yada yada. yada. He comforted me and I felt 100% better. He told me some things he felt were God's heart in the matter.

Well wouldn't you know it...Susan, one of my greatest encouragers meets me at the door of the church tonight with a vase of pink roses. :-) My favorite. Accompanying it is a card. Usually what matters to me is what people personally write in cards, not the verses on them. But this one just stuck out to me as a huge zinger. The words of this card were exactly what Larry tried to tell me today, and what I longed to hear as "God's perspective". It was DEFINITELY a message from God, to me. I read it to Larry on the way home in the car and he agreed. I also got an e-mail from Maria today about stuff and it really meant a lot to me, as it always does. She has a lot of wisdom on stuff like this and I always take it to heart.

This is one of those times Larry is especially attentive. He told me tonight once we left church he wanted to go to Lowe's, get some stuff for the house...do some stuff we've been wanting to do. Then he picked up the stuff to shampoo the carpets. This might not sound very romantic but the thing is, we are having our friends Keith and Joy over tomorrow night after we go to dinner (we usually come back to the house for dessert and to talk late). He knows it would mean a lot to me to have the carpet done, although I did not ask him to do it. When we moved in here this carpet was stained and needed to be replaced but we just decided it was something we'd do later. Since we've moved in it's had a zillion cokes spilled on it, and all kinds of stuff. And did I mention it's white? So needless to say we have shampooed it a lot. We need to do the floor in there, (permanently) we just haven't had time. Only a woman who has been married for a while understands what you mean when you say that your husband has suddenly become even more sexy to you because he has taken out the trash or shampooed the carpets (without you asking, of course). You just fall in love all over again. (At least I do, because that's my main love language...)

So on the way home we stopped...got the shampoo stuff and then we went to Publix. The other day for Father's Day we took Larry to Olive Garden. I looked up the points on line for Weight Watchers to be prepared. As I did, I came upon a website that had Olive Garden Pasta Fagioli (soup), which is my absolute favorite. I usually just get that when I go there, with a salad. I flipped out when I found the WW version of it, and it's only 2 pts. So Larry swung by Publix for me to get the ingredients. I wanted to make a bunch of it and freeze it so I could have it from time to time when I get the urge. I came home tonight and made it in between cleaning and Larry shampooing. I am totally amazed that the recipe really IS a replica! It's wonderful. I am so happy to have this recipe!

Today I read a bunch of chapters of I Timothy but no other reading today. I was just a bit overwhelmed with all the stuff that went on financially and then preparing my message for tonight. (Yes, I was the one preaching - of all days!) I brought a message on indications of revival - what to prepare for when God's glory comes. I must say it was a message that probably required much more time to teach than just one night, but it really seemed to resonate with everybody there. Sometimes I probably over-prepare and thus the reason for more time needed. Although I had no time to read anything but the Bible today, I've been enjoying a book lately that Rosemay just gave me. It's a huge book, and it contains all the teachings of John G. Lake - his messages and reports from his revivals. I am loving it, absolutely loving it.

Tom wrecked his brand new truck tonight. Only a week and a half old. I can't believe it. To say I am sad for him is a mass understatement. I mean, my heart went out to him. I was grieving for him and I mean that in all sincerety. When I heard about it, I just exclaimed, "I HATE THE DEVIL!!!" I hate how he tries to steal from God's people and hurt them, and yes I do believe it's a spiritual attack. I told him I'd pray for him about this issue until he tells me it's all better with him. I guess one positive thing is, I have a great amount of compassion for this...

Well, it's like this. I sat down to get a respite from cooking and cleaning, but it's real late and I still have a lot more to do to get the house ready for friends to come, plus spend some time in prayer before sleep. So off I go. Larry is still shampooing...did I mention I love him?

Gloria Gaither was right


It really won't rain always. The sun is peeking through on what was my bleak, dark horizon.

Larry was so upset by the phone call from the bank about our mortage going up, that he got in the car and drove over to the bank and demanded to see the manager. The person on the phone had told him it was going up $379 a month. He argued with him for an hour about all the details. When they hung up Larry wasn't just going to take it lying down (that's my husband, and anybody who knows him knows what I"m talking about!). So he went over and talked to the manager and sure enough, Larry was right.

It is not going up anymore than it is now. The guy on the phone was new and completely clueless. At the end of his phone conversation after all this arguing the guy gives him a little "exit interview" as to the quality of the phone call and went down this checklist and said, "Would you say I was clear and gave you excellent service?" Larry say, "uh, DUH...NO!!!"

So what this amounts to was, an employee at the bank made a huge mistake and sent our tax/insurance payment from our escrow account to the wrong place! Amazing. It did go up a little bit last year, but they had adjusted it already and had set that money aside.

Good news - our mortgage is not going up. And I bet the dude who called Larry on the phone is in BIG TROUBLE with the manager this afternoon!

In other good news, my dear friend Maria hooked Larry and I up with an incredible getaway for our 20th anniversary next week. I'm so excited I could scream, but I'm too tired right now because I cried myself to pieces this morning over signing Joy over to Allstate and being told by a dork from the bank that our mortgage went up. I am so excited over this anniversary trip I can't even express it adequately. Not only do we need to celebrate the miraculous 20 years we have had together, but right now - Larry and I just need a break. We are frazzled over many things. And we are about to get the break we need. Thank you Jesus, and thank you Maria.

This morning I was so angry when I went to Master's Collision. I sat in the car one more time but then it was too emotional so I got out and left as fast as I could. I was mad at myself for not just remembering the car the way it was before all this. When I came back to the office from signing the car over this morning, I sat at my desk just numb. And then I glanced at my calendar for today and the quote on it is: "Our road will be smooth and untroubled no matter what care life may send; If we travel the pathway together, and walk side by side with a friend." - Henry Van Dyke

I am blessed with the most wonderful husband in the world, and great friends. And I'm still being made into a diamond.

Diamonds


No pressure, no diamonds.

The car is totaled...and paid off. But there's nothing left. (So much for the people who said, "Don't worry! God wants to bless you with a surplus after it's paid off...)

Just got notice today that our homeowners insurance and taxes went up $369 a month. I realize everybody in FL is dealing with the same thing and with some it's worse but when it happens to you...

Today while driving back from signing Joy Gratefulness over to Allstate for good, we saw a bumper sticker that said, "It can't rain always." Gloria Gaither wrote a song that said the same thing. I'm just doubting it right now.

The only positive thing is...I'm on track to become a diamond.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

In Memory


OBITUARY

Joy Gratefulness Shrodes

2003 - 2007

Joy Gratefulness Shrodes was born in 2003 at the Ford Mustang Factory. She is survived by her owner, Deanna Doss Shrodes, and her co-owner, Larry E. Shrodes, both of Tampa, as well as their children, Dustin Michael, Jordan Andrew and Savanna Rose Shrodes.

Joy Gratefulness became disabled on June 3, 2007 after a tragic accident on Lake Magdalene Blvd. in Tampa, at the Avila Entrance. She hung in the balance between life and death until June 19 when Master's Collision did all they could to help her, but the Allstate Corporation took her off of vehicular support, totaled her, and allowed her to pass on.

She has donated her organs to a local junk yard, where other owners will be able to enjoy parts of Joy Gratefulness that will bring new life to their vehicles.

Joy Gratefulness was named such because she gave her owner such joy after having waited for a car for 38 years after much financial sacrifice in the ministry. When her owner received her, she realized what a blessing she was and was so grateful, thus her middle name. She was never taken for granted one day of her life. Her owner remains grateful for the years she had with her and only has fond memories to look back on.

In leiu of flowers or donations, the family requests only your prayers as they seek God's guidance for their vehicular future.

Private interrment will take place in Lutz, FL on June 20, with the immediate family.

Monday, June 18, 2007

The sound of silence


Well, the kids have gone to youth camp. Yippee! And what are Larry and I doing? WHATEVER WE WANT! Great fun. Our anniversary is next week, but I guess you could call this week the sneak preview? (Only no sneaking involved, ha ha) Savanna is at the Harts. You know, she's our little Savanna Hart Shrodes. :-)

Larry and I came home tonight for a quiet evening and never went out to walk or anything because we had a storm here. It was kind of nice just hearing the rain outside and peace and quiet in the house. I love that sound.

Reading in I Timothy 2: 1-7 MSG tonight (I love reading I and II Timothy and Titus a few times a year because there are so many zingers in there for me as a leader and I receive so much out of it every time. So tonight's passage is this:

"The first thing I want you to do is pray. Pray every way you know how, for everyone you know. Pray especially for rulers and their governments to rule well so we can be quietly about our business of living simply, in humble contemplation. This is the way our Savior God wants us to live. He wants not only us but everyone saved, you know, everyone to get to know the truth we've learned: that there's one God and only one, and one Priest-Mediator between God and us—Jesus, who offered himself in exchange for everyone held captive by sin, to set them all free. Eventually the news is going to get out. This and this only has been my appointed work: getting this news to those who have never heard of God, and explaining how it works by simple faith and plain truth.

As a church (not just my church but every church) we have so often gotten away from the simple truths of prayer and the fact that... "He wants not only us but everyone saved..."

More than ever I realize that getting Jesus out of the Bible and into someone's head and heart so they are walking in it is like.............really hard. And it's one thing to get people saved, but to really get them flourishing in their journey? Maybe that's why I've always had such empathy for my weight watcher leader. People at WW have discovered the truth: they need to be healthy, get in shape, lose weight. However even after coming to that discovery and signing up for WW and going to the building...they now have to put the principles learned there in practice in order to flourish. Many flourish but just as many if not more don't and the WW leader gets exasperated sometimes at the people who stop and start, keep gaining and losing the same 10 lbs (me sometimes!), and stuff like that. Although I've just used WW as an illustration it's really not comparable to SALVATION but just gives a mere glimpse of the challenge of discipleship.

I've had an idea to do for our church for the month of July and Larry liked it and I think we're going to go with it. I'll blog about it here after we've announced it. :-) I don't want you Northsiders who read my blog to run out and spoil the announcement! You know, all a pastor really wants is to lead people into the fullness of God...to bring them into a true intimacy with Jesus. If we could only get people to fall more in love with Jesus, all our problems would be solved. It sounds simple but only after doing it for a while do you realize how challenging spiritual formation is.

Just think, if everybody fell totally head over heels in love with Jesus and stayed there, we'd have a church who treats everyone right all the time, gobs of money to go around (no lack of tithers), kids who were on a solid track spiritually because their parents would be so in love with Jesus they wouldn't let them stay home from youth or church...and the list goes on. I like the sound of all that.

Well, excuse me but gotta run...my husband wants us to take advantage of the quiet together, and perhaps...not be so quiet. :-)

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Entrainment

It was a good day in the house today ~ Father's Day. Worship was really good and the presence of the Lord there in a powerful way. What could be better?

After service our family went to Olive Garden (Larry gets veggies there like eggplant and stuff which fits perfectly with his Daniel fast - only one more week!) and we gave him his gifts. We got him a pair of Nike golf shoes, and a Steeler cover for one of his clubs. He really liked them.

I thank God that Larry is a caring Father for our children and he has always been a Dad who loves on them and does things with them. My Dad is an hour behind me on time zone and I'm calling him when church gets out there tonight because I want to get the low down on how church services were at his place today. :-) I do love and appreciate my Dad too, BTW.

Speaking of doing things with the kids, let me recommend a movie to any of you reading: "The Last Sin Eater", just produced by Fox Faith. Michael Landon Jr. is the producer. We watched it the other night but Savanna was at Missionette camp so we are going to sit down and watch it with her sometime this week. We will have her all to ourself since the boys are at camp this coming week. Although I think she'll spend quite a bit of time at her second home - the Harts!

After lunch today we came home and took a two hour nap - much needed. I decided to get up after that and go biking for about 45 min. Lately I have been walking because of them re-doing the sidewalks in my neighborhood but I decided today was the day to get back on the bike. Wow, I forgot how beautiful my neighborhood is especially at sunset. My mp3 battery died mid ride but that was okay because I think the Lord just wanted me to hear the sounds around me and most of all listen to His voice. I stayed totally on program today and really have to commit myself to that. I have a new goal as far as my weight is concerned...10% off of my current body weight. I did 10% off already of my starting body weight when I joined WW, and I am not far away from my goal right now, but if I had my druthers it would be another 10% and then I'd be done. It seems a little easier for me in the summer. Most people say it's because of "bathing suit season" but for me it's not, it's a simple fact of wanting cold food like salad, fruits, etc. whereas in the winter I don't crave those as much. Tonight before I went to sleep Larry decided he'd go for a walk around the block with me - which also made me happy.

I came back home and sat on the patio and read and prayed. Tonight for some reason I left II Corinthians where I have been for a while and went to Isaiah 54. That was right what I needed to hear today.

I read some great stuff in Secrets of the Secret Place too. Bob Sorge points out that Psalm 18 says that the Lord has made darkness His secret place. It's amazing how He gets ahold of us when we are feeling down about something or are going through a rough patch in our life. Sorge says, "in the pain of loneliness and aimlessness, the Lord designs to ignite a depth of love relationship like you've never known. Before you were too busy to find or care about it. Now you're so determined to understand the nature of His hand in your life that you're pressing into Him with abandonment and desperation."

Hmm. That's good. It's really my prayer that it won't take that for me to live that way, day to day with the Lord. Why does it so often take desperation? I know God loves desperate prayers and He is faithful to answer them. But I want to get to the point in my life where I never need revival again. Revival was never God's will because He wants us to live in a perpetual state of closeness with Him. Oh that I would live in a place so close to the Father's heart that it won't ever take a desperate prayer for me to get ahold of Him or see His hand move. I want to be in entrainment with Him. Perfect sync. As close as I can get. I'm still here...so I'm not at that place yet. Remember Enoch?

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Where my heart is


"A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it."

-- George Moore (1852-1933)


FINALLY I'm home for a while. I am so excited that this week I'm going to be home the whole week, and have some nights I don't have to work or be anywhere else. Today was good. I did have to get up and teach a life coaching class this morning but other than that, I did stuff I always do when I'm in the routine of home, such as - ironing, the kitchen, getting last minute things ready for church tomorrow, weeding, taking a walk with Larry, and sitting on the patio to read the Word and pray at sunset. I know anyone reading this might wonder how in the world my day was good when I was ironing and weeding and such. I don't love to do those things, but I do love to be home and in my regular routine. I do like to travel mind you, however after a bit of it I am definitely ready to get back to home base.

I love my world at 5036 Spectacular Bid Dr.

Savanna got back from Missionette Camp and went straight to Morgan's to spend the night. I do miss her but she seemed to excited to go, so I said yes. The boys worked today and then I took them to lunch, just the three of us to Chic-Fil-A. We talked for a while, then went and got Larry's father's day gift. (shhhhhh...won't tell you what it is in case he reads this before morning).

Today I went past my dream house. It's still for sale after all this time and now they have lowered the price $55,000. Dustin went over and laid hands on it today. I said, "um, son....I don't think Jesus has a problem with this, it's your Dad you have to convince..." Ha ha! Actually buying the house wouldn't be the difficult thing, it would be selling ours since the market is so bad right now. The dream house has been on the market a year now and not sold. There are a zillion for sale signs in my neighborhood, with nothing moving. Oh well, it was just a dream anyway, nothing serious. I'm content where I am. I just like to walk past it and fantasize about it.

A few people have asked me about my car. Some people I don't even know have read my blogs about it and written me to give condolences. (Yes, I'm serious.) We find out Allstate's decision on Monday. But really, I'm okay. I think I've gotten it out of my system. The way I'm wired, I need time to process things, to be in shock a day or two, cry for a while, be angry for a while, talk to at least one friend who understands and say whatever I want to as long as I want to. And then...it's like I'm tuckered out. Done. Right now I am just exhausted from it, and ready to move on. I have so many things at stake right now, so many projects I'm working on, so many dreams in the works...I don't have time to think about the car or other things that might hold me back from focusing my main goals for this year.

I was reading Secrets of the Secret Place today and it talked about how enduring in your intimate relationship with God even through numb places, difficulties, dry spells, etc. will bring you into a closeness with God like you have never imagined. It's interesting. I was out on the patio tonight and didn't read anything in the Word or anything else that was particularly spiritually jolting. Nothing that sent a zinger into my heart. But one thing I did have was a comfortableness...a contentedness to be out there, just communicating with the Lord. I didn't have anything huge to say, and neither did He today but it was simply a comfort level in being together. A few hours later, Larry and I took about a mile walk. Most of the walk, we said nothing. It was just a quiet walk together. Most of the time though, we talk non-stop. Just like days where we sit in the bedroom or jacuzzi and talk a lot or other times, we can just lay still and quiet, reading or watching a movie. There may not be anything super important that we talk about, but there is a comfort in just one another's presence. I have heard it said you know you have a good friend when you can be together and silence is not awkward.

That was what it was like tonight in my devotional time. And I didn't panic or get bored. It was just the way it went tonight - not a formula, but a relationship - the way it should be.






Friday, June 15, 2007

Love/Hate



Just thought I'd share with you today on FUN FRIDAY 5 things I love and 5 things I hate. Obviously you know I love my family. (pictured above) So with that said, let's start with the positive side first ~

1) I LOVE meeting new people. It doesn't make me nervous at all. There's nothing I like more than walking across a room and introducing myself, and then getting to know someone. It's like an adventure every time. You never know what you're getting and at the end of the conversation you might have just discovered that you have made a friend for life!

2) I LOVE telling people about the Lord. To me this is a no brainer. It doesn't make me nervous...doesn't make me sweat. It's not a burden, it's a joy. I've never quite understood "taking a class" to understand how to share the Lord with people - to me it's just woven into the fabric of who I am - it's something like breathing.

3) I LOVE delving into discussing topics that others are afraid of. I call these "hot potato topics." One of my favorite things with Bernie and Lisa after we have dinner together is saying, "okay, it's time for a hot potato" and then I ask a question like, "how do you feel about the death penalty?" and we sit and discuss it for three hours! Fun! Fun! Fun!

4) I LOVE singing in harmony.

5) I LOVE uncovering the potential in someone's life and pulling it out of them and helping them discover what and who they can be.

And now...the things I hate...

1) I HATE prejudice.

2) I HATE when people don't feed themselves God's Word, don't hunger after God seven days a week, don't put themselves in position to grow, but then somehow blame the church for the 'dry spell' they have been going through. It's like this - YOU AND I are responsible to lift the spiritual spoon to our mouths daily and feed ourselves. If we are dry or "haven't felt God in a long time" or "aren't at the place with God we once were" we have no one to blame but ourselves.

3) I HATE when the phone rings a lot. I'm not a phone person. I'm an "in person" person, an e-mail person, but I think phones are a necessary evil. I like them to make sure my husband and kids are safe, and that's about it.

4) I HATE when I hear that someone in a church has said something that has hurt a child. I realize how those things can affect kids, and I never want my husband, myself, our people or our church to be the cause of a child's hurtful memory connected to Jesus/the Church.

5) I HATE sin and what it does to lives and families. I hate the devil. He's a liar.

Song of the day

Pastor Leanne, if for no one else, this is JUST FOR YOU...enjoy...

And to my precious friends like Jenn who homeschool...please know I love and respect you dearly...this is only a silly song. :-) Who knows what God could do...I might even homeschool again someday. (And ya better look out!)

Friday's Feast



Friday's Feast is a website that gives you five questions to answer each Friday. It's a buffet of words and as you know, I love words. I think this is pretty cool...being that Friday is my day off and I can zone out and do silly things, fun things, or...simply nothing. To do this yourself each week, simply go to http://www.fridaysfeast.com/. Here's the feast for this week:

Appetizer


Fill in the blank: The best thing about where I live is...... the fact that the beach is here, as well as the fact that it's a very multicultural area. (Okay, that's two, I couldn't just pick one.)


Soup

Create a new name for a deodorant (like “Flower Fresh” or “Shower Scent”). Ummm...let's see, how about "Wonder"? For a wonder woman...you'll never have to wonder again if you are smelling fresh??

Salad

What was the last piece of software you installed onto your computer? I don't do it, Larry does and I have no idea what the last thing was that he put on here.

Main Course

If you were to receive a superlative award today beginning with the words ”Most likely to…”, what would the rest of the phrase say? Most likely to say what others are thinking but don't say.


Dessert

What two colors do you like to wear together? Black and pink

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The sixth sense of a friend


Once again I just want to thank my friend Ada Alfonso for doing what she does best: understanding. Yesterday I walked in to get my hair done. Before I could even say anything, in her usual caring tone, she reached out to me and said, "are you alright?" She had heard from Lisa about my car. I wasn't going to talk about it, (I just don't want to hear condescending words from people - not that Ada would do that - but some would so I stay quiet). But when she brought it up, I just said, "no one could really ever understand..." and she cut me off before I could finish and said, "yes...yes I do understand. I know what it means to you. It's not just a car."

And with that she stood there for 10 minutes and gave me a "consolation speech" without me saying anything just letting me know how much she understands, before she even had me get ready to put on my color. She basically said everything that was in mind that I didn't say...and as usual I felt peace when I left from the wisdom she brings.

That's Ada. I could tell by the look in her eyes and the words coming from her mouth that she truly knew how I'm feeling. Maria has this capability too...it's amazing.

Thank you Ada, for hearing me, even when I don't say anything. I think a real friend just has this uncanny ability. I hope I can do the same.

By the way, I decided to purposely step out and do something great for somebody else that will be a lot of work. That's what I have to do to feel better most times - give in some way to others and get my mind off of myself. When we help other people, we all begin to feel better. Since the majority of my work as a pastor is in doing so, when I get down, I have to step out beyond my norm, and do something more. Today I began planning it. It will be a several week project. I'll let you know how it goes.

I met a totally sucky Christian yesterday

I'm sure you've met your share of them.


They are people who aren't helping us in bringing people into the Kingdom of God. If they fell off the face of the planet, Christianity would be no worse for it.

Usually when I go to my hair appointment each month I swing by Subway and grab a sandwich to eat later right before church as I have no time to stop after the appointment and I'm starving. I didn't do this yesterday as I ran out of time. So I swung by a new casual sort of Mexican place that opened by my hair place since my appt. ended about 20 minutes earlier than usual. I'll never go back. Never, never, never.

While I was ordering my food I was sort of having a brain warp since I've just had so much on my mind. I ordered a hard shell taco. The woman asked me what size drink I wanted and instead of small or large, I answered, "hard." I guess I was just brain-fried from everything going on the past week. So she says, "uh, small or large mam...there is no hard." So I said, "oh yeah, sorry I'm just having a brain warp." She said, "oh, bad day?" I said, "no, just lots going on as usual." So she asks me, "what do you do for a living?" (I always brace myself when I answer this question...) I told her I am a pastor. And thus ensued the onslaught of stupidity that proceeded to come out of her mouth...

She proceeds to tell me first that she just moved here from Baltimore. I said, "oh, what I coincidence, that's where I'm from..." (I have since realized, perhaps this is the ONLY good thing about this woman.) She tells me that she and her husband were pastors for many years but they are taking a break right now and doing this restaurant thing. She then says, "well, you seem busy but just remember Romans 8:11." I was a little confused at that point. Romans 8:11 says, "And if the Spirit of Him who raised Christ from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you." This was all a bit strange to me, as I am busy - but I am not sick or dead. But this was just the tip of the iceberg with Sis. Chimichanga. She asks me, "what church are you with?" I tell her and she proceeds to tell me that she and her husband left the Assemblies of God. I didn't ask why (I really don't care) but you know how people are - they will gladly tell you why.

She goes on to tell me that she went to Bible College to be a pastor, but then read her Bible and realized she was out of God's will for doing so. She left the A/G because they sanction and even ordain women pastors. She goes into the whole "women shouldn't be pastors" speech and then tells me, "I would never, never usurp the authority of my husband..." I'm standing there blankly looking at her (even more brain warped than before) because all the while she's spewing this crap, there are several customers lined up right beside me listening to this whole thing. Before I can even address the woman pastor thing, she is right on to telling me that they haven't found a church in Tampa yet because "so far we've seen here that nobody in Tampa knows how to exegete the Bible." I wanted to burst out laughing on that one but somehow restrained myself. With thousands of Christians and churches in Tampa, NO ONE knows how to exegete scripture? She rattles on about how nobody here is into the "deep" things of God, (I always know I'm dealing with a flake when they get into all that "nobody's deep enough" stuff) nobody knows how to seriously study scripture, it's all just a bunch of topical studies.

This lady hardly comes up for air when she talks. Before I could even address that, she looks into my eyes with this almost glazed over angry look and says, "what do you think sends people to hell?" Without skipping a beat, I said, "unrepentant sin." She says, 'NO! NO! NO!" Then she gives a whole dissertation of her belief that sin never sent anyone to hell because Jesus paid for everyone's sins, but only rejection of Christ sends them to hell. I should have said, "Just remember, Romans 6:23." But I didn't, I just wanted to get my taco and get the heck away from her. Just then her husband (who was the cook) says, "Mary, number 75" (my order number) She shouts back at him, "I'm busy, I'll get to it in a minute!" And she left my taco sitting up there on the shelf while she continued her diatribe without taking a breath for at least five more minutes.

In addition to shooting Romans 6:23 back at her I should have also said, "Stop usurping the authority of your husband. Pick up my taco, give it to me, and shut up." It was all I could do not to jump the counter and pop her one. But I remember my husband's words to me many times not to argue with such people because he/she who argues with a fool is one.

So I simply took my taco, ate it as fast as I could and got out of there, never to go back again. I'm really glad these people got out of pastoring and got into the taco business. I'm glad they left the Assemblies of God. And I hope she never tells anybody she's from Baltimore again. Not only does JESUS have better reps, so does Baltimore.

My greatest irritation in this whole matter is that all the people in line heard the whole conversation and for some of them it may be the only "Jesus" they ever see. And if there was ever a poor example, this was it. I hope they all get another chance to meet someone who is the right kind of Jesus Freak.

I'm glad there are a lot of other taco places in Tampa.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Wings

"I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth" (Isa. 58:14)


Today I decided to depart from my usual habits of reading Oswald Chambers or Bob Sorge, or Come Away My Beloved, and read Streams in the Desert, and there were some interesting things that I related well to. Sometimes I have to put a different devotional in the mix to shake things up. It's sort of like when you change shampoos for a day or two to bring a different element to your hair. You just wake up and have a knowing that this is the day to do it. So, here are some things the author says in today's entry:

Those who fly through the air in airships tell us that one of the first rules they learn is to turn their ship toward the wind, and fly against it. The wind lifts the ship up to higher heights. Where did they learn that? They learned it from the birds. If a bird is flying for pleasure, it goes with the wind. But if the bird meets danger, it turns right around and faces the wind, in order that it may rise higher; and it flies away towards the very sun. Sufferings are God's winds, His contrary winds, sometimes His strong winds. They are God's hurricanes, but, they take human life and lift it to higher levels and toward God's heavens.

I realize how difficult things do lift me to a higher level. In fact, Dr. Lee said the other day that we lead much better in difficult times. I know he's right but I still hate that it's true. In order to go to a new level, I have to face my disappointments head on...turn my face toward the wind and just do it. Instead I usually crave laying in my bed and getting away from everyone and everything. I have a fighting spirit, a persevering spirit when it comes to getting things done, doing them right, striving for excellence, working hard, being effective, winning souls, etc. But when it comes to disappointments in my life my first response is not to stand there and fight or face the wind...rather I like to get away, be alone and hide until I start to not be so disappointed anymore.

Most people might think with my strong personality that if I had my druthers when I'm mad at somebody, I'd like to stand there and just tell them off. Actually the opposite is true. The madder I am, the more I want to be alone. Right now I'm not mad at anybody, I'm just mad at things. So I can say this without it being pointed in any specific direction, it's just a general fact I'm blogging about. When I feel disappointed I just want to run to some secluded quiet spot and stay there, and I'm usually really chapped that for some reason at that time, I have to be in the public eye. So since I'm surrounded by people I'm somehow responsible for, I try to act interested in what I'm doing rather than sitting on a porch swing by myself somewhere like Boone, North Carolina where the only sound I hear is a bird chirping. Maybe because the only person who really soothes me when I'm disappointed is God Himself. And in times like that He's all I want, nothing else.

If people only knew how very disappointed I get sometimes it would probably scare them to death. My life doesn't really lend itself to hiding. Most of the time I have things scheduled where I can't just run away and hide. Sometimes I sneak extra time on the patio or go to my office a few minutes at a time when I'm in a really disappointed mood. I'm seeing more and more God just wants me to face the wind. It's just a real challenge for me. Cowman (author of Streams) goes on to say:

Obstacles ought to set us singing. The wind finds voice, not when rushing across the open sea, but when hindered by the outstretched arms of the pine trees, or broken by the fine strings of an Aeolian harp. Then it has songs of power and beauty. Set your freed soul sweeping across the obstacles of life, through grim forests of pain, against even the tiny hindrances and frets that love uses, and it, too, will find its singing voice. --Selected

Obstacles usually do set me singing...a song of lament! I write great songs when I'm depressed or disappointed. I know I need to strive to not bottom out so much emotionally when I go through stuff...and be more positive. Most times when I am dealing with things I know my nature is to be down, and no fun when I'm like that. So I avoid even socializing because I don't want to affect people with the fact that I am disappointed. Oh to be a bird who just flies above...soaring above.

At the end of today's writing, the author ended with a poem that interestingly enough was put to a song that our choir sang in high school. The song was, "Be Like the Bird". I remember loving the words to it. It was a nice memory...


"Be like a bird that, halting in its flight
Rests on a bough too slight
And feeling it give way beneath him sings

knowing he hath wings"

As I'm sitting here typing this, my kids just called to me from the kitchen and told me my Pampered Chef stone broke. I'm sitting here getting ready to log off trying not to be too darn disappointed.

I think I might look up last minute deals on Expedia to Boone, NC.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Ya just gotta laugh


Doing tonight something I do best - marching on and acting like I'm on top of the world! YEE HA! I'm so good at this. :-) I've had a lot of practice. Part of it is finding reasons to laugh. More on that later...

Nothing about the car yet...I called Master Collision before they closed tonight and they don't know anything yet, They gave the insurance company their report but might not hear for a few days.

Meanwhile I just have to keep my house going and the church going and act like all is perfecto. Good thing I've had this much training.

Through extended family dysfunctions, miscarriage, sickness, car wrecks, operations, and pastoring an abusive church in the past - I've had plenty of training and equipping on the issue of leading through stuff that has me upset.

One of my tactics of survival is laughing a lot. When I can't think of anything to laugh about, I create opportunities like renting movies, or looking up funny stuff on the internet, or even just calling a friend and literally saying, "start talking...make me laugh." It really works well.

I ran across this pic on the internet recently and it cracked me up. I think it's great. Don't people think at all about what ad they put next to another ad? I guess in this case, they did not.

I did end up talking to Larry about the breast cancer Mustang. As I predicted, he doesn't like the idea. No surprise there. I was also right about the fact that he wants to get another car, the sooner the better, if the Mustang is totaled. The one thing all this is showing me is...I have good instincts and can usually read a situation pretty much dead on. Sometimes I hate that. I wish I were wrong more about these things and be pleasantly surprised. But I'm usually right when I'm concerned about something and feel it may be an issue. At times I realize Larry is pacifying me for the moment when I'm upset. I grabbed on to the fact that "everything would go at my pace" but when the rubber meets the road (appropo for a car wreck, don't you think?) it comes down to the fact that Larry won't live with that inconvenience for a few months.

Unless Jesus resurrects the Stang for sure, I need to not only search out a lot of things to laugh about in the coming weeks, but I think I need to go on another fast. I have been on a fast from some things I love the past month or so. That particular fast is ending in another week or so. But I think I need to go on another one - give up a few other things and spend some more time in prayer just to get rid of the angry feelings of losing my car and having no control over what's coming next. When I am disappointed or feeling numb I find that it takes more than just my usual devotions or prayer to get over whatever it is that got me there.

I spoke too soon


Right now I just want to get in bed, pull the covers over my head and stay there for at least a week. No exaggeration. Nothing is going right.

Larry told me this morning Master Collision called...they are just a few dollars away from totaling the car. You know when I saw the Stang, even as a completely uneducated person as far as cars go, I thought to myself, "how in the world are they going to fix that, especially good as new?" I may be blonde, but remember, it IS out of a bottle. :-) I trusted in people who have a lot of experience and knowledge about cars and banked completely on what they said and now I realize my first thoughts or feelings were not so odd. When I repeatedly asked Larry if he was SURE they weren't going to total it, he poo-pooed me and said, "why are you even asking that?" Like DUH, its not even near that much damage. Well, the mechanics have added up all that would have to be done to it and it has already come to over $10,000. Just a little bit more will be the "total" amount. We'll get the final word a little later today, I guess. So everything I got so excited about is perhaps moments away from being...down the drain.

To add insult to injury, I'm feeling like Larry is waffling a little. I hope I'm wrong. But then again, I was righter about the Mustang than anyone thought too. I've been married to him for 20 years and can sense his moods pretty much immediately. I sense he's going to want to get another car right away. Even being without it for a week has been challenging. It is for me too, yet not so much that I want another car. Again, I hope I'm wrong but I sense he will not want to wait months...he will put some pressure on. Somehow he doesn't "get it" that a new car, even a better one, would not make me feel any better. I've lost something special and it's gone. You know, there are people that when their house burns down, they stand there and cry. Of course they do, because, they are devastated. Althought it's a material thing, it means something. Sometimes people think you are unspiritual or have all your priorities wrong to cry over something that is material. But I don't think so. There are things, memories, stuff that even though you can't take it to heaven, it has sentimental value. Why do people cry when their wedding photos burn up in a fire? Because they MEAN SOMETHING. No, they aren't the Holy Bible, your salvation is not lost, but HELLO, something you cared about is gone, and you're not getting it back. Besides that I've always believed no matter how big or small, "if it matters to you, it matters to God."

There are memories, special times that people experience in a home or car they lose. Is a car just a car? I guess it depends. I've had a lot of wonderful memories with that car. And it's my very first. And I waited so long for it. If Larry will think beyond two seconds about it, he'll remember a lot of great memories we have made in the Mustang. Oh well, since it's not his first car and he didn't wait for it this long I guess his mindset is probably, "we'll just make a lot of memories in another car..."

Worse yet I sense that he might go get a car without me, not necessarily get another car for "me" but just a car the family can use so as to not inconvenience him anymore. I've already told him I won't drive it, period. I'll just quit driving altogether, but I don't know if that will make any difference to him.

If indeed he does buy another car before I'm emotionally ready, I guess he'll be making two payments: a brand new payment on another car, $100 a week for counseling for me at Life Connections to work beyond how I feel about this, and on top of that have two cars sitting in the driveway that only he or Dustin will drive. I hate driving anyway, so it will be no skin off my back to give it up for however long I decide to. When he gets sick of doing all the running around, all the errands, maybe it will dawn on him that perhaps it was a bad idea. I mean, he can only drive one car at a time...he is Superman, but I don't think he has the power to drive two at once. So exactly WHO is going to drive whatever he buys anyway? I think it's pretty dumb to make payment on a car that will not be driven, but hey he can knock himself out.

Out of curiosity I did go on the Ford website to see what Mustangs are looking like these days. Larry said he would get me another one, I just don't have interest. BUT, I thought, "if there's a pink one, now THAT might be something I might have interest in." (Although I realize he would never drive it, but hey that would be just fine with me as it's supposed to be my car anyway.) Surprisingly they do have a 2008 "Breast Cancer" Mustang. (Stop laughing!) They are only making 2,500 of them, limited edition and they have a pink theme as far as the striping, stitching, etc. and a portion of the sales goes to fight breast cancer. However they are not released for a while since they are 08 and I doubt that first of all, Larry would wait until then, and second, he may just poo-pooh a pink car. This was probably a really stupid thing for me to even check this out and would probably make me even madder to have this conversation with him about the ridiculousness of a breast cancer car (in his opinion, which of course my opinion will be...the opposite. So today's not the day to go there...)

I also found out last night when I got home that Dustin didn't get the scholarship I hoped for.

And a few other things that are confidential that I can't blog about (ministry life, you know) but anyway...

Suffice it to say, this is a sucky day. If I could lay in bed for a week, or fly to my mother in laws to lay in the hammock and read and have her make me pork chops with gravy, and throw my cell phone in a dumpster, I would. But life isn't that easy. So I'm instead going to go about my work today and think about...

Quadrapligics (sp?)

People who lost their home in Hurricane Katrina

People who lost a car...and a family member

People who can't see, hear, smell, or taste

People whose spouse just left them

People who have cancer

People whose kids are on drugs

People who have a child that died

People whose families don't know God

People who are pastoring an abusive church

People who are living in poverty

People who aren't saved

and as I think of those situations I do realize, I don't have it bad. I have possibly lost something I really cared about, but I have a reason to wake up tomorrow, in fact lots of reasons! There are tons of wonderful people in my life, and awesome things about my life. I'm just discouraged at this moment.

I have to do a training tonight. Somehow I've got to get this lump out of my throat.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Back from Alabama


I haven’t been blogging for a few days because I’ve been in Alabama for my Dad’s 70th birthday party and wanted to spend as much time with family as possible. So now that I’m back home, I’ll recap here.

We got to Tuscaloosa on Friday night and checked into the Country Inn and Suites. This is the first time I’ve every stayed in a hotel in AL, as I’m always with family but as this was a huge secret, we didn’t go anywhere near family until the party. My sister stayed a few feet over at the Quality Inn and our kids bounced back and forth between hotels. Aside from spending time together swimming and watching movies, we ate a lot of Taco Casa.

On Saturday we headed over to the party and hid in the church gym. Dad came in to the fellowship hall and was shocked by all his friends and church family being there but he had no idea of the surprise to come. Our step sister Teresa was emceeing the evening and said, “Well all your friends and church family are here but something’s missing…” then she brought Kim and her family out. My Dad went emotionally haywire at that point, and started absolutely bawling. He still didn’t realize anything more was to come after hugging Kim and her family and sobbing all over them. Then Teresa said, “there’s something still missing…” and brought us out. Dad went through the same thing again and was just crying his heart out. We have never seen him do that like he did. Teresa had put Kleenex boxes out on all the tables. Evidently she knew it would happen! Then after we came out she said, “we have one more surprise for you…can you think of one of your best friends who is missing?” At that point Joe Turbin and Jarrod came out. (Joe’s one of my Dad’s best friends from Maryland. Jarrod is his son.) To say my Dad was shocked is an understatement. He hardly knew what to do.

It was a really wonderful party, with different people coming up to share about Dad and what he means to them. I can’t think of everyone who was up there talking but of course Teresa, Kim, myself, Joe, Dad’s pastor, youth pastor, and several other friends. Many people talked of his example in being a servant to the church. In fact, the way they got him to the church was that he was on his way to a dinner with Kay for his birthday and the youth pastor, David Tennyson called as they were on the road to dinner and said, “can you stop by the church and help me set up some tables for a youth event tonight?” Of course Dad swung right over there to help him before going to dinner. As he came into the fellowship hall to “set up the tables” he walked in to the surprise. People who shared talked about Dad’s Sunday School class and how much he has touched them through his teaching all these years. And many spoke of him being an “anchor” a gentle spirit and an example in serving God. Thank God for those Kleenex boxes. My sister and I both spoke of how much it means for us to hear Dad say, “I’m proud of you.”

He was all excited about us all coming to the house that night after the party and figured out that’s what Ma Maw Kay Kay had bought so many sodas and stocked the fridge! He was puzzled by that earlier. We went over and Kim had to leave on Sat. night. We stayed and went to church with him the next day. It was really great. I love visiting that church when I’m there. I love the music, the people, the pastors. It’s always very uplifting. The pastor had a message I’m convinced was just for me on Sunday night. We left Monday and didn’t want to leave but fortunately we have a wonderful home and church family to go back to and that always makes things better when you have to say goodbye to family. We’ll definitely be going back sooner rather than later, though.

Went through lots of little country towns coming home. Several places where you can’t get an unsweet tea to save your life! I always love being on the road. I never tire of it, really. But now we’re home sweet home and I’m getting back into some sense of normalcy after these hectic few weeks past. I’m ready…ready for normal. (Whatever that is...)

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Deanna's Favorite Things ~ Part II

1) "Freeze It" hair spray

2) Come Away My Beloved by Frances J. Roberts (I'm reading it today, sitting here in my hotel...)

3) Holding and rocking newborn babies

4) Reading a book just for fun

5) Spending a few hours in the library, resting on a bean bag chair zoning out and reading something. (sometimes I have to get my book and then sneak over to the kids section to lay on the bean bag.)

6) Walking in the city especially at night

7) Eating with Larry at an outdoor cafe, at a place with nice linens and stemware

8) Taking pictures of tiny little churches on country roads

9) Taking about a 1 and 1/2 to 2 hour nap uninterrupted

10) Hugging my kids or taking naps with them.

Deanna's favorite things ~ part I

Just want to share some lists in upcoming posts of some of my favorite things. Maybe they are some of yours too...

1) Anything pink.

2) Oswald Chambers My Utmost for His Highest

3) Fresh highlights in my hair

4) Dove soap (I told my husband I'd love to be a Dove girl. Were it not for the half naked pictures on public billboards and buses, he wouldn't mind.)

5) Flip flops

6) Vanilla perfume

7) The Message Bible

8) Tea

9) When my whole house is clean at once

10) Different color watches (see part of my collection above, all given by Susan or Sue - THANK YOU!)

Packing up

Last night (or should I say early this morning) I talked to the boys about some important stuff until about 3 am. One thing parents of teens realize is that you can't really schedule the times you talk about the serious stuff...when THEY are ready to talk, you just do it. (At least if you really want to have a closer relationship and get through to them.) I'm glad I crammed lots of church work in the past week to prepare for our trip. I don't have any more loose ends to tie up here before Sunday so I was able to take some time today to get things in order to prepare for us to leave once again and also to get ready for our arrival back to Tampa and the church leadership meeting at our house. I won't have too much time to prepare for that. And lately with my schedule, I haven't been on my regular cleaning routine. One thing I've always pondered is why it takes the men in my family about 10 minutes to clean our master bathroom, but when I do it, it takes about an hour. That's very puzzling to me. Larry says it's because I want everything perfect. I say it's because I do things proper.

Bobby dropped in today to visit with us, and ended up staying to talk while I cleaned and prepared dinner. You know, sometimes on the most inopportune days I decide to make a more involved meal. I don't know WHY I do that. The mood just strikes me, I guess. So this evening although I had all this cleaning/packing to do, I made parmesan encrusted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, corn, bread, and cookies. Bobby had dinner with us. We just love being with him.

I am still washing clothes and packing. Didn't get to sit out on the swing tonight and do my devotions as I longed to for a bit. It rained hard today so everything is soaked. When I come back home, I'll take my place out there. For now my quiet place is in my rocker inside. It's a nice atmosphere anyway to pull up in the rocker next to the window and spend some time. Jordan took some pics of life in our yard today that I've included here. (When he finally woke up at 4 pm, no less.) He said he was bored and just wanted to take some pictures.

We're leaving at about 5 am tomorrow. I hate early mornings but it's like this...I'm going to go from my bed, to my car and keep sleeping. Then when I wake up a few hours later and open my eyes, I'm sure Larry will have pulled up at Waffle House. It's one of our family traditions. While at home, we never eat there. On the road, it's our favorite, sticky tables and all.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Mustang, come forth!

Evidently that's what Jesus said to my Mustang, and it worked. :-) It is alive once again. Just as Lazarus arose, so my Mustang is over at the body shop as I type this, getting a whole new extreme makeover. God truly restores things. See this picture? Well, in just a little bit of time not only will my car not look like this, but it will actually be BETTER than it ever was.


I am so glad they didn't total it. Can you tell? My heart did a flip flop when Larry told me the insurance company told him to come over and sign the release forms to send the car to the shop. I was so excited. Now if Allstate just gives Dustin "accident forgiveness" for this first one, I will run around the neighborhood shouting. :-)

I also got some more good news. Dustin's last report card came and it was even better than we thought. We think he might get a scholarship we did not expect. Yep, life is getting better each day.

As great as it is, I'm feeling so tired. It was all I could do to drag myself to the beach Sunday afternoon. I went from Dustin's graduation party, to his concert that he organized, to his graduation ceremony, to the ministry fair, to princess luncheon set up week, to my meeting with Dr. and Mrs. Kuert, to two newspaper interviews, to Dustin's accident, to the princess luncheon, to the beach, to church life cohorts. I AM READY TO DROP. And, we're making a family trip this weekend. Right now I am exhausted and ready to get back to at least a little sense of normalcy. Routine. I don't want anything super exciting right now, I just want a few days of a regular schedule, nothing extra, just work, come home, talk to my family and sit on my swing. The third week in June, that will be possible and I can't wait. June 18, here I come.

I'm not one to fritter away time and wish that time would pass (I enjoy life) but I just occasionally really look forward to breaks. Sometimes I just really am in need of a "pajama" day where we just stay in PJ's, watch movies, and lay around. I do that about twice a year, and it sort of keeps me sane.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

How to pastor a "comeback church" and live to tell about it



Today Larry and I taught a session at our Church Life Resources co-hort in Ft. Lauderdale, about church revitalization and pastoring what is known as a "comeback church." For some reason, God has called us to do this a few times. Still trying to figure that out... but anyway... Dr. Lee called us last week, and asked us to come prepared to teach a session covering some things we've learned over the years. We shared 15 things and I'm going to post our main points here.

1) Wait to develop your vision. Jesus always went to where the people were at spiritually. Find out the true state of the church/community – do not develop your vision until understanding this. Too many pastors come in and share their "vision" the first week at a church and many church members will even push you to do so. Sometimes the board even asks in your interview, "what is your vision for this church?" How can you possibly know "the vision" until you get to know a city, a church, and it's people? Also the history of the church factors into this a great deal.

2) Practically every book you read on pastoring or church growth reminds you to "love the people." While all of us need to be reminded of this, many don't know how to flesh that out. I've heard things at conferences about the pastor keeping a "mystique" and endearing people to you by what you say in the pulpit, but really...you can't really love your people unless you spend time with them, particularly your leaders. You can't connect with everyone, but you can with many. Churches need a spiritual mother and father, someone to lead them in "doing life." Love equals time invested. Your people don't need a mystique, they need a hug. Also, every good family has fun together. What have you done to show people that although you are pursuing a holy life, you are not a space alien? You're more like them than they realize. Show them that in addition to reading the Bible and going to prayer meetings you can also go to the movies, play softball, and beat them in DDR. (Dance Dance Revolution on Playstation.)

3) Resist the temptation to fix the previous pastor’s decisions. No matter what things you may first look at as foolish that they might have done, don’t be too hasty. You will find out in due time why he/she arrived at their decision. There is probably more to it than meets the eye. If they shut down a Bible study or a prayer group be very careful to re-start it, at least right away. There's probably a very good reason that they stopped it, and after a few months you'll find out, and hopefully not the hard way. Just hold steady. Usually the people the pastor had to correct will be the first to come running to you to ask for something to change, or be re-started, or for somebody to be reinstated to their ministry position. It may have taken the pastor five years to ease somebody out of a position they didn't belong in. They might have been the biggest stronghold in that church and you can destroy five years of work in a day. So WAIT to make these decisions.

4) Don’t try to disprove people’s perceptions, just keep moving forward. Many may question what God has called you to do in bringing the church to health. Your real friends know the truth, and those who aren’t your friends will never believe you anyway, so just press on with what God is calling you to do and don't pay attention to whisperers or naysayers. Anyone who has ever done anything great has been talked about by people in a negative fashion at some point. The greater the light, the greater the bugs.

5) Don’t try to duplicate what another pastor or church is doing – even yourself in your previous church. Reinvent yourself as God leads you, to meet the needs of your current situation.

6) Model evangelism to the max. The pastor has to model relational evangelism for people, and not just in the sense that you will plan a canvassing day with the church, but more in the sense that you reach people on a daily basis. You really need to have examples in front of the people of those you are reaching for Christ. This gives you great credibility when you get up and preach about reaching people.

7) Model Servanthood . Many pastors will say, "I can't get anyone to do anything around here..." but are you an example of servanthood? Things are caught more than taught. George Bush (the elder one) once said, "The only reason authority is every given to somebody is to serve people."

8) Don’t underestimate the value of hospitality. Most people, especially in this day and age are absolutely blown away at being invited over to the pastor’s home. We have all our newcomers nights at our home, once a month. We have a dessert fellowship, then gather in the family room with our newcomers and staff. Staff meetings, leadership meetings, vision team meetings, etc. People like this – as the church grows, of course you can’t invite the whole church over, but you can still do this with your leadership. This builds a family atmosphere and shows them you really care and want to be part of their lives and have them as part of yours.

9) Pastoring a church revitalization is risky – many pastors don’t want to develop relationships in their new church out of fear, mistrust. Most have been burned before. But the truth is, you can't really start to build the church until you build relationships because everything these days is about...relationship.

10) Create your own staff as soon as possible without destroying the church in the process. It's hard when you come into an already existing staff. But eventually that will change, and once you get your own team, it will breathe fresh life into the church. Even when we are not in a growth spurt, are going through a plateau or are even going through a rough patch, it just makes everyday life on staff and in the office enjoyable, because we all like who we work with. As Mark Batterson says, so much of ministry is WHO YOU WORK WITH. Many times our staff is together "after hours." Our staff spends all day working together but we really don’t get tired of each other. It makes all the difference in the world when you really enjoy who you work with and share the same values, work ethic and commitment to the church. At Northside we often use the phrase, "TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK."

11) Pre-determine what hills you are willing to die on. In the beginning especially there will be so many things that you can't wait to change, however it would be very costly for you to do so, perhaps even lethal to the ministry. Determine what you're willing to go to the wall for, at least at first. Once you develop them, of course mission and vision are something you never budge on. But many other things are negotiable and often, pastors die on hills that are so insignificant.

12) Develop multiple levels of communication. Have you heard the saying, “the pen is mightier than the sword?” Martin Luther said, “if you want to change the world, pick up your pen.” I believe there is not only power in the Word, but power in the written word. I have always taken charge of all of our church publications. Right now we have someone on staff (Pastor Lindsay) who I have mentored who actually puts our newsletter and ezines together but everything from those to the bulletin, to any flyer, newspaper ad, ANYTHING crosses my desk for a final reading before it goes out and I check it mostly for the “slant.” Most people check written things for spelling and grammatical errors, but I personally think if the slant of the piece is off, that is much worse than anything else. We put a positive spin on anything that goes out. I can't believe it when I read many church bulletins or newsletters, and read all the "negative". For instance:

"Attention: we need teachers. All our kids club workers have just stepped down. We desperately need help. Please see our children's pastor if you can fill one of these positions." Or, "Giving has really been down this quarter. Please seek the Lord as to what you can give to meet this need." Or, "No one showed up for the canvassing night last week. Please come this week because we really need your help."

I've never understood the reason why some churches print such negative things in their bulletins or newsletters! It's like a woman shopping for a bathing suit. You have flaws, but you don't accentuate them. You purchase a suit that looks best on you for your body shape. Any church has flaws, but don't shout them from the rooftops. Not a good idea. Also take full advantage of things like blogging, e-mail, instant message, Myspace, Facebook, etc. to communiate with your people. (Anyone who is on here reading this blog probably doesn't need that explained.)

13) Be prepared for a lot of disappointing days – a recent article we read about pastoring a comeback church states that they interviewed 324 pastors in comeback situations and all said there were a lot of disappointing days and nothing was easy. Comeback churches are more difficult than church plants. Develop group of friends who have done this who can share/speak into your life. Realize, to effectively pastor a comeback church is going to take a tremendous amount of commitment and time. You can't do this in just a few years. You have to fully commit yourself to the process.

A survey was done of the largest churches in America and consultants were looking for the #1 common denominator in all of them. The one they found was most of the pastors had been there 21 years or more. Also keep in mind we are leading in more difficult days than ever before. The attrition rate these days is terrible - statistics tell us that most churches have a compete turnover every 4-5 years. This is absent of any conflict or church problems, it's just the norm. The attrition rate in Florida churches is about 30% in the metro/suburban areas. In other areas it's about 15-20% depending on location. One out of every 7 Christians is "in flux" (thinking of leaving their current place of worship, in the midst of leaving their place of worship, or just arriving at a new church.) You have to grow a significant amount just to stay the same to make up for the attrition and then beyond it to grow even slightly. Are you committed to this process?

14) Realize the power of mentoring. There is nothing more powerful to Larry and I than the sons and daughters we have both naturally and spiritually. Dr. Lee encourages us to ask our church members, “what is your dream? Will you do it through the ministry of this church?” Then help them - equip, train and guide them to reach their dreams. As they reach theirs, you will reach yours. (What you make happen for others, God makes happen for you.) Also don't overlook people. Some of your church people may even think you are crazy for certain people you choose to invest in based upon their past, their personality or such but keep in mind, Jesus chose the most unlikely people as well. Keep in mind, there is nothing like mentoring your upcoming staff members. There are gems in your church waiting to be mentored. Invest in them and they will be loyal. See those who are willing and those who QUALIFY. (To qualify they must really want to be coached and mentored - not simply encouraged. (There's a big difference.)

15) Remember to trust in none of the above but only in the power of God and Him advancing the church through prayer, fasting and bring the people His word. While we have learned that these things we’ve talked about are very helpful, we have seen personally that when we begin to trust any of those things as our “reason for growth” God will teach us a lesson that only He can advance the church.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Saturday's outreach




Well, it’s over and it was a success! Our theme was “Flip Flop” and I talked about the fact that God wants to do a flip flop in your life. I centered the message around Paul's experience. The rain tried to stop us, but didn’t succeed. It was still a rip roaring success! The women’s team did an awesome job. Due to the accident, I couldn’t be there on the final set up night Friday night. That’s the first time that has ever happened as far as me missing something like that, but my team is better than I’ve ever had and it showed. They handled things expertly. They had it all ready to go.

I was delighted that the St. Pete Times sent a photographer that covered most of the day. He shadowed me for about an hour or two and just snapped hundreds of pictures. His name was Dan and he was so nice, so kind. He said he thought the event was incredible! I love it when even a man says that about a “chick” thing. So cool.

Dustin and Stephen were there serving (Jordan too, as always), and Dustin and Stephen sang a song I asked them to sing and played guitar. They were so cute. :-)

We had many ladies commit their lives to Christ, and more came forward for healing, a closer walk with God, etc. I believe many lives were changed.

We had more gifts from community businesses than we have had in a long time. This year we went aggressively after them, and had at least triple the amount from the community as we had last year. That is the core of where I want us to get the gifts from. The ladies enjoy those gift certificates so much.

It was a good day…a very good day.

I don't have a car, but things are good


Well, I don’t have my car, at least for now. Dustin accidently wrecked it Friday night. He and Jordan were leaving work at the church, and it was raining. He was going the speed limit but turning a corner, hydroplaned and it scared him and he didn’t know what to do. Of all things, he crashed into four trees at the entrance of Tampa’s most exclusive gated community (where Tony Dungy has a house, actually!)

First things first – he’s fine and so is Jordan. Dustin just has a sprained hand, and Jordan doesn’t have a scratch. Dustin was taken to the hospital for his hand, but other than that he just had a broken heart about the whole thing. I’ve never seen him so emotionally overwrought. I set him at ease that I was never upset with him for one second. He didn’t do it on purpose and was being very careful and actually going a bit under the speed limit. I could have done it myself, and truthfully wish I would have instead of him. Then I would just have to worry about the car and not my son’s broken heart which bothers me more, of course.

The car is like an accordion in front, with the whole front torn off. Then when it spun around after hitting the first trees in front, crashed into another tree in back and dented the back. However no engine damage was done. Therefore, everyone who was at the scene thinks it will not be totaled. It will just have a ton of new body work – about $8,000 worth. Thank God for good insurance. I’m sad that Dustin may have an insurance hike (fortunately though, our insurance has a “first time accident forgiveness” for those who don’t have any speeding tickets or such, and he doesn’t so hopefully that will apply since he was not cited.) If that is the case and he has no consequences as such, then basically I’m getting an entire new body job which will not be a bad thing since even little dings on the car bother me and it would be better than before, actually. Every time we are at a store and park and get ready to open the doors, my kids say, “we know mom, we know… don't ding the doors!" I hate dings!!! Fortunately for me, a new body job will give me a perfect ding-less car.

If it is totaled, I will not get another car, at least for a while. It’s not an issue of money, it’s an issue of taking a little time to get beyond it. As everyone knows, my car is not an issue of monetary value to me, but sentimental value. We could never afford a car for me until three years ago. That’s right, I was 38 when I got my FIRST CAR. We have co-pastored together for 20 years, with me being unpaid until recent years. The only way we could work together like that for all those years with one income (and on the poverty level at that!) was if we pinched pennies to the ‘nth degree. For most of our married years, I had very little that was really of any material value, and had to even "pray in" my kids school supplies for most of their lives. Things like sneakers were a MAJOR purchase, and I'm not talking Nike, or Reebok...I'm talking even Wal-mart ones. Part of the choice to partner in ministry together for all those years was that we had to accept the fact that we were a one car family. I got rides everywhere I went if I was going without Larry or whatever. It was a juggling act.

Larry promised me all those years, “I can’t afford to buy you a car, but when I can, it will all be worth it.” On my 38th birthday, he surprised me with my dream car, a Ford Mustang convertible, (like the one pictured above, only mine doesn't have a spoiler) and that is what I have driven for the past three years. It’s silver with a black top, and a license plate that says 2Revs on the plate. (Get it? Two reverends…everyone says they love that…) Not one of my friends was a bit jealous when I got that car...all my true friends knew how many long years I had sacrificed with nothing to speak of, in the way of material things. One time I pulled up to a district meeting in my Mustang and another pastor's wife who didn't know my history came over in the parking lot and teasingly said to me, "Hey, I wanna be the pastor's wife in Tampa! I'm missing out!" I said, "hey, if you'd like to go through all I had to do to get this, BE MY GUEST!" :-)

It’s not so much what the car is, it’s what it means. Sort of like a wedding ring or something precious to you like that. I have told people if someone offered me a brand new Mustang or Corvette or anything like that, I would never, never trade it for MY mustang because of what it means to me in my heart.

Dustin cried so hard not so much for his consequences with insurance or paying for those trees (the insurance pays most of that too – he will just have a portion to pay) but because he knew how much joy that car brought me and the fact that it is a special thing that only our family really realizes how hard those years were. Dustin remembers well as he is the oldest. He was so happy for me when I got that car, just as he became so happy when he would ask me if he could have a new pair of sneakers when his wore out and instead of praying for money to come in to buy them and get them a month or two from then, (or ask his Grandma Shrodes) I would just put him in the car, take him to the mall and buy them that day. He remembers the day we stopped getting one drink at McDonalds and shared it as a family. I guess your unique "family experience" is something only those in the fam can understand. He remembers us not being able to afford to heat the whole house at the first church we pastored, and all of us sleeping in one room with a kerosene heater for the winter. And like me, he's very grateful that we don't have to do that anymore. It's such a wonderful thing to wake up every day and realize we are not living in a "faith journey" as far as praying to be able to pay the water bill.

Anyway, I reassured him, I love him far more than that car and in comparison that car means nothing. I finally told him, “don’t apologize to me one more time because you don’t have to. I have never been upset with you for a moment.” I was upset with myself. I wish I could have just driven him to and from work and not let him take the car but what can you do? I can't keep him from driving alone forever. Your kids grow up and they start driving. I can't be with him 100% of the time and protect him anymore. Why was he driving my car instead of Larry’s? Simply because although it is not a sports vehicle, Larry’s is a lot more expensive than mine and newer. Larry told me when the boys started driving that although my car means more because of it’s sentiment, his would be the worst financially to wreck so it was a financial decision we made. Do I question our decision? Sure.

So with all that, here is where it stands. Dustin is fine. He has the assurance we aren’t upset and love him with our life. I think he’s past any anxiety about this, thankfully, other than being a little afraid to drive again which we will help him with. And the car? We still haven’t gotten the word from the insurance company about it. In my heart, I don’t think it’s totaled based on what Larry, Pastor T (who was first on the scene of the accident), and Tom think. I trust their judgment a lot. If it is totaled? We will be a one car family for at least a while, just for emotional reasons. I don’t want to race out and buy a new car. I told Larry, “I don’t want to act on the rebound.” He laughs at me so hard for that – with my “emotional” attachment.” He says now, “I wish I would have bought you a junker.” I said, “it would make no difference, I’d still have a hard time because of what it means.” I want to wait at least a few months if that is the case and just “let go” of the mustang emotionally and then go from there. He said, “don’t be a bit upset, I’ll get you another mustang.” Again, do I have to explain this for the millionth time? It’s not the kind of car, it’s the meaning of the sacrifice of all those years, and how he brought joy to my heart with that gift. Someday maybe he’ll “get it”.

When it first wrecked after I found out Dustin was okay and could breathe a sigh of relief over that, my next fear was, “Larry is going to have me over at Ernie Haire Ford on Saturday buying a new car!” I was so afraid of that. Based on how he normally reacts with some things such as this, I really thought he would force me to get another car right away. I know it wouldn’t matter if he was buying me the best car on the lot, I would have stood there with tears rolling down my face and made an idiot of myself in front of the salesperson. And Larry can be pretty strong. I pictured him saying, “don’t be ridiculous Deanna, just take this car!” Then we would have gotten into an argument because truthfully I don't cry much but when I do, I really do. When he got home, I was pleasantly surprised to hear him say, “honey, I will not force you to do anything in this regard. We will go without a car as long as we have to in order for you to feel that you are ready to get another one.”

Whew. As soon as he said that, everything was alright. .

I have my two sons safely in one piece. That's more important to me than anything in the world. And second, I don’t have to buy a new car. Nothing will happen until and if I am ready.

Things are good. Things are excellent, in fact.

Momma's Chocolate Eyes





Here are my son Dustin’s senior pictures. Isn’t he the most handsome boy in the world? He is…

Momma’s chocolate eyes
Chocki Woki
Charlie Chipmunk
Noodle
Dusty Busty
Beeber Teeber
and so many more!

They say the more nicknames you have for your kids, the more they are loved. Mine are really loved. I have a zillion nicknames for each of them.

Okay, so I talk about Dustin all the time. It’s hard not to. I’m so proud of him. Just some words to describe him are: kindhearted, creative – (extremely creative), a wordsmith, emotional, (although nobody dare call him ‘emo’ – he hates that!), responsible, handsome, smart, musical, computer genius, a reader, a writer, affectionate, hysterical, pure, Godly.

Can you see why his Momma thinks the sun rises and sets with him?

Friday, June 01, 2007

Africa here I come!


See the women in this photo? This is from the WWK Africa women's conference. I'm going to be preaching to them and many others at this conference in Africa in November 2007. This is the national conference for Assemblies of God women there in Nairobi, Kenya. This gathering keeps growing every year and will more than likely be several thousand. As you can see here, they pack them into a humongous tent for this event. The general superintendent has officially given me an invitation to come and minister - I'll be the main speaker at this four day conference. As you can imagine I'm pretty stoked about it. I will probably also do a teaching for their executive committee for their women's ministries, and may be doing something special for their pastor's wives. Some things are still in the planning stages...

This is one of those things that was "in the works" the past few months and I said "much is happening right now...so excited about it, but with details not finalized I'll wait until later to talk about it here on the blog..." Well, this is one of those tremendous open doors that I get to walk through this year. I have six months to get ready for this, and right now I'm in the midst of doing that.

Today Dr. Bill Kuert and his wife Barbara (field directors for that area of Africa) came and met Larry and I for lunch. (The photo above is from the conference and is on the cover of a DVD from Dr. Kuert and Barbara's ministry.) It's awesome that they are in the states until July right now and so we've been able to meet. We discussed all the details of the trip and the conference. What delightful people they are! While in Africa I will be staying at their home and at the East Africa Bible Institute. They are setting up some churches for me to preach in while there on Sunday as well.

God is doing so many new things in my life and opening up phenomenal new doors for me to preach the Word which is what I love to do most next to writing.

Just keep watching the blog here for details of my adventure to Africa. I asked them today if we could stop by Mathare Valley (an incredibly poverty stricken very needy place in Kenya) and whether they would let me tour it. I said, "I want to get OUT OF THE CAR" not just drive by. I thought we might have to do some haggling over that but to my delight they said, "YES!" right away and mentioned they would line up with the missionary who leads that area to take me through there. Wow, wow. I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. Meeting them today and hammering out the details just really put me over the edge with excitement to GET THERE.

But first - I have to get the Word of the Lord for the week, and I'm definitely not ready yet, in fact only beginning. When I was a little girl, my parents could never tell me until we got in the car to go somewhere special that we were headed somewhere special. I would get so incredibly excited, psyched out for it that sometimes I would get sick. I know that sounds crazy but I would get so much adreneline rushing about it, all of a sudden my Mom would notice I threw up or had a pounding headache, where nothing was wrong before. It's that I find out something and get so keyed up I can barely stand it til' we get to that moment. Everyone who knows me knows I am prone to extreme burst of enthusiasm. One night I was preaching and 70 women ran to the altars and got saved. I mean they almost knocked me over to get there. There is NOTHING more exciting to me than souls saved. So after the service I left with the team that was with me and went to a restaurant. I was so keyed up I could hardly sit down. I was so overjoyed about these women getting saved, I took a leap and jumped on the table. (Yes, I was an adult when this happened.) Those who were there never fail to bring this up. "ughhhh...PD, remember the night you leaped on top of the table at that place?" I know, it sounds very immature and perhaps it is, but people do a lot of other immature things when they get excited. People on the Price is Right scream and run over a microwave, as Larry says, and to me, doing that over 70 souls saved? No comparison.

How can we not go over the edge when we think about about fulfilling the call of God and bringing people to Him? How can we not totally freak out when we see somebody supernaturally healed? (I have seen it many times but everytime is still like the first for me.) How can we not shout when we see someone delivered of whatever was holding them back? My kids used to tease me about doing things like speaking in tongues just about anywhere, or taking a run around the church or jumping on a chair when I preach but now they pretty much just say, "that's Mom" and they don't even flinch. Ha ha!

Did I mention I can't wait to get to Africa?

I'm on the same poster as Pastor Lisa...yippee-aye-aye!


Okay so it's official...I'm going to Pastor Lisa's church in Houston, TX to minister at her upcoming women's conference.

Check out this flyer with these power packed sistas who are going to bring it on home. Woo hoo, I can hardly wait!!!

Theme is "Dispelling the Lies Women Tell Themselves". Okay, my top ten lies women believe would be....

1) I can stop at just eating one or two Pringles.

2) I really do need more than five pairs of black heels.

3) My friend's husband hit her once but he was just having an off day. He won't do it again.

4) Ditto the above but just substitute "had an affair" for hit her once.

5) If my husband's ex-girlfriend hasn't gained any weight since high school and really looks better with age, it really doesn't bother me.

6) I just want to check e-mail one more time before going to sleep. It's only gonna take two seconds...

7) So and so's husband is so perfect compared to mine...

8) Yes, New Kids on the Block was one of the greatest groups of all time!

9) I don't really care if my friend points out to me that she homemade 30 cupcakes with special princess tops for her daughter's birthday party when I sent in 2 packages of storebought cookies because I was running short on time.

10) I don't really care that my son's new girlfriend has a tramp stamp on her back. I mean, as long as she loves Jesus that's all that matters...right?

I'm only kidding Lisa! I'll have a power packed Word direct from God ~ just having a little fun with your theme tonight. :-) Love you.

p.s. Uh, my son's new girlfriend also does not have a tramp stamp...he wouldn't speak to me for a few days if he thought I said that and people truly took it seriously... (lol)