She is 21 years old today. It's like I've blinked and 20 years has passed. I am so very, very proud of the woman she has become, the loving wife, daughter of the most high God.....and a precious, precious friend.
Happy Birthday Honey Bee. You are missed and we are cheering you and Jon on in your new adventure!
I started my new job on Tuesday, my life has been a whirlwind since then. I love the new job, I love my new desk, the people I work with are amazing, kind, professional.
I have my own local--I feel so important and yet, I feel like I am going to have trouble keeping up with the work load!
On Wednesday this last week, I spoke at youth about Love. If you want to hear it you can probably see a connection on the church website. It was fun, good to give Robbie the week off.
James is here visiting. I love that boy so much, he's a great character, a great help, and such an encourager. The sad thing, Max has been really sick all week. They have decided it's not strept, they think it could be mono. Nice. Not.
On Thursday, Laura Nearing was here visiting Jamie, we had pizza and hung out with Mikayla.
Friday, for Valentine's Day, (because we didn't have one on Thursday) we went to Spinnaker's Pub. Over looking the harbour, we chilled for a few hours. It was decadent. The week had been stressful and spending time with just Kent was a real treat.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Monday, 4 February 2013
Wrecked in Church. Part II
So, with the Saturday night news, Kent and I didn't sleep much.
Feeling over done, we head out the door to church. My heart was heavy, but I had decided that I couldn't do much, there were adult decisions being made -- that I couldn't control, with the exception of what happens in my own home.
We went into the church and the SPC (Summit Pacific College) Band was doing worship, which was well done.
During the service, they started singing "I Exalt Thee" and I was on my knees before God. My desire to follow Him no matter what life ends up looking like, my overwhelming love for Him my life poured out before Him.
A living sacrifice.
As I came around to the reality of the service and the people around me, I was resolved and made a commitment to my family. I am seriously and ardently praying for my family.
It started that moment. That very moment. My family will be soaked in prayer everyday. My precious Son, Daughter and Son-in-Law and my Best Beloved Kent.
Wrecked in Church for the 2nd week in a row. I don't want to go back to everyday-run-of-the-mill-church. I want more. Much More.
Feeling over done, we head out the door to church. My heart was heavy, but I had decided that I couldn't do much, there were adult decisions being made -- that I couldn't control, with the exception of what happens in my own home.
We went into the church and the SPC (Summit Pacific College) Band was doing worship, which was well done.
During the service, they started singing "I Exalt Thee" and I was on my knees before God. My desire to follow Him no matter what life ends up looking like, my overwhelming love for Him my life poured out before Him.
A living sacrifice.
As I came around to the reality of the service and the people around me, I was resolved and made a commitment to my family. I am seriously and ardently praying for my family.
It started that moment. That very moment. My family will be soaked in prayer everyday. My precious Son, Daughter and Son-in-Law and my Best Beloved Kent.
Wrecked in Church for the 2nd week in a row. I don't want to go back to everyday-run-of-the-mill-church. I want more. Much More.
Heart. Ache.
....just when you think life is going along swimmingly, BAM!
I spent Friday wandering around the city, I got Kent's Valentine's Day gift.
I bought 3 books, 2 for friends and one for me. I am currently reading Sinner's Creed by Scott Stapp, an autobiography of the lead singer of Creed. (I <3 Creed)
I stopped in at Lush, I have always wanted to try a bath bomb, so I decided I could more than likely handle the "super smellyness" of a bomb, which a month ago, probably would've sent me running to the toilet to puke. Seriously. I am still not back to being myself...yet.
When I walked into Lush, I was greeted by the nicest, most obviously gay man I have seen in a while. If you know me, this doesn't scare me, nor do I feel all judgemental-Christian about it. He's a nice young man, and he needs some lovin' from Mamma Kim.
So, he was super helpful and when I went to check out my stuffs, I was met by older-obviously-gay man. And I knew instantly 2 things:
1. I would be back to Lush, the customer service rocks.
2. I found my new best girlfriend. (Sorry Pam!)
I had a job interview, that went well, I don't know the outcome. I actually spent the weekend wondering if it was a good idea. Questioning whether or not I really want this job. Too many reasons to list here.
Kent and I had a good start to the weekend by gathering with his former co-workers at a meat draw, we brought home 3 different "meats" for our freezer. Bonus!
Saturday night Kent and I went to a Uvic Vikes Basketball game and we were having a great date.
I spent Friday wandering around the city, I got Kent's Valentine's Day gift.
I bought 3 books, 2 for friends and one for me. I am currently reading Sinner's Creed by Scott Stapp, an autobiography of the lead singer of Creed. (I <3 Creed)
I stopped in at Lush, I have always wanted to try a bath bomb, so I decided I could more than likely handle the "super smellyness" of a bomb, which a month ago, probably would've sent me running to the toilet to puke. Seriously. I am still not back to being myself...yet.
When I walked into Lush, I was greeted by the nicest, most obviously gay man I have seen in a while. If you know me, this doesn't scare me, nor do I feel all judgemental-Christian about it. He's a nice young man, and he needs some lovin' from Mamma Kim.
So, he was super helpful and when I went to check out my stuffs, I was met by older-obviously-gay man. And I knew instantly 2 things:
1. I would be back to Lush, the customer service rocks.
2. I found my new best girlfriend. (Sorry Pam!)
I had a job interview, that went well, I don't know the outcome. I actually spent the weekend wondering if it was a good idea. Questioning whether or not I really want this job. Too many reasons to list here.
Kent and I had a good start to the weekend by gathering with his former co-workers at a meat draw, we brought home 3 different "meats" for our freezer. Bonus!
Saturday night Kent and I went to a Uvic Vikes Basketball game and we were having a great date.
And then we came home. To heartache.
Something we thought we had dealt with in our house -- was pushed to the forefront of our lives. Kent came around the kitchen and showed me a Tupperware with marijuana in it and drug paraphernalia.
As a person who has come from drugs, as a youth leader who has seen it first hand destroy lives, I couldn't deal with this new news.
So, Kent and I are in the midst of dealing with the fall out. How do we do this? How do we handle this?
Resonating in my heart is that triple threat that I talked about earlier. Grace. Mercy. Love. But I am going to add another one. Boundaries.
So, I will be Jesus' hands, feet and eyes...but Jesus never said that we were to live our lives without Boundaries.
Glowmance
The youth here is called Glow.
We are having a Glowmance night for Valentine's Day.
I am speaking.
I am about 2/3 the way through my "talk" for the night--and according to Jamie it's gonna be goooo--oood!
So, the first part is about anticipation. The second part is about keeping a secret (directed at the girls) and I think the final part is for the boys, and I think it's going to be about practice.
I need to put the finishing parts on it. I am some really cool verses to go with this.....somethings that are unexpected.
Now to put it all together...
We are having a Glowmance night for Valentine's Day.
I am speaking.
I am about 2/3 the way through my "talk" for the night--and according to Jamie it's gonna be goooo--oood!
So, the first part is about anticipation. The second part is about keeping a secret (directed at the girls) and I think the final part is for the boys, and I think it's going to be about practice.
I need to put the finishing parts on it. I am some really cool verses to go with this.....somethings that are unexpected.
Now to put it all together...
Wrecked in Church. Part I
Little did I know that there would be a Part II to this post.
We talked in church a couple weeks ago about New York, and it felt a little like no one was really behind us, our hearts were broken, yet, it felt like I had told a "bed time story" to the church.
Hello....McFly! Any one out there??
So,
Sunday, a week ago, we went to church...not expecting a whole lot. That statement in itself strikes a nerve in me. We, as North American Church really do follow a formula of sorts for church. I have never liked it, but--who am I to change this....
So, we enter church, worship was well done, God was speaking to me--I kept thinking about Breezy Point. It was supposed to have a forecast low of -11. My heart was breaking thinking off all the people that were suffering in their cold, wet houses...I prayed that God would continue to send people to the heart broken, discouraged, hurting people of New Jersey, Staten Island and Brooklyn..
During the sermon, Pastor Al said, what if you did something outrageous with your 2013. My first response was, God, how about a "normal" 2013, a work-for-a-living-ho-hum-ordinary life? That could be really OUTRAGEOUS!
But as I listened to the sermon, I started talking to God, that if 2012 was outrageous, ridiculous, stretching, breaking, restoring, fulfilling year, then make my 2013 absolutely outrageous.
The sermon ended and I felt overwhelmed. I was praying and worshiping and I thought, OK God, here it must be coming. The Call. Full-time missions, full time service to God, sell the house, the car, and get out of North America.
It didn't come.
My resolution though was set. I said over and over again, wreck me Lord, call me to your higher purpose, I will go where ever do whatever.
My life is yours. Do what you will.
Wrecked in Church...Part I
We talked in church a couple weeks ago about New York, and it felt a little like no one was really behind us, our hearts were broken, yet, it felt like I had told a "bed time story" to the church.
Hello....McFly! Any one out there??
So,
Sunday, a week ago, we went to church...not expecting a whole lot. That statement in itself strikes a nerve in me. We, as North American Church really do follow a formula of sorts for church. I have never liked it, but--who am I to change this....
So, we enter church, worship was well done, God was speaking to me--I kept thinking about Breezy Point. It was supposed to have a forecast low of -11. My heart was breaking thinking off all the people that were suffering in their cold, wet houses...I prayed that God would continue to send people to the heart broken, discouraged, hurting people of New Jersey, Staten Island and Brooklyn..
During the sermon, Pastor Al said, what if you did something outrageous with your 2013. My first response was, God, how about a "normal" 2013, a work-for-a-living-ho-hum-ordinary life? That could be really OUTRAGEOUS!
But as I listened to the sermon, I started talking to God, that if 2012 was outrageous, ridiculous, stretching, breaking, restoring, fulfilling year, then make my 2013 absolutely outrageous.
The sermon ended and I felt overwhelmed. I was praying and worshiping and I thought, OK God, here it must be coming. The Call. Full-time missions, full time service to God, sell the house, the car, and get out of North America.
It didn't come.
My resolution though was set. I said over and over again, wreck me Lord, call me to your higher purpose, I will go where ever do whatever.
My life is yours. Do what you will.
Wrecked in Church...Part I
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