Saturday, August 24, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
JUST A THOUGHT
Sunday at church was amazing.
I started out my morning lying in bed wishing I didn't have to get up. I spent my Saturday not feeling well. I wasn't really sick, just mentally not feeling well.
The last year has been a bit harsh, to say the least. Child in the hospital. Money issues. Death in the family. Loss of a pastor.
Life can be really depressing.
I begged Tim to stay home. I just wanted to make a pot of coffee and sit at the kitchen table to read the paper while dwelling on my sorrows.
He wouldn't let me.
Fast forward to services at church. Since our pastor is gone, the elders and other pastors have been filling in. I must say that I love the elders at our church but I just hadn't been feeling "it" lately. I really miss Pastor Michael. But on this Sunday, Pastor Bil was filling in. I was skeptical. I've never really listened to an entire sermon by Pastor Bil. He's a very interactive person and I'm more of a sit in my chair and just listen kind of person.
I was utterly amazed at his sermon. Highly impressed would be a good description. And I even got out of my comfort zone and participated in his extracurricular sermon activities. He raised my spirits.
I was so thankful that I dragged my rear out of bed and went to church.
But something he said during his sermon really caught my attention and this is what I truly wanted to share with you today.
"Each one of us is different...each one of us has things that God has put in us and made us specifically a certain way for a certain reason. We are not all the same. God does not make clones. He makes awesome masterpieces."
Think about this for a moment.
Isn't that an amazing thought?
I just had to share.
I started out my morning lying in bed wishing I didn't have to get up. I spent my Saturday not feeling well. I wasn't really sick, just mentally not feeling well.
The last year has been a bit harsh, to say the least. Child in the hospital. Money issues. Death in the family. Loss of a pastor.
Life can be really depressing.
I begged Tim to stay home. I just wanted to make a pot of coffee and sit at the kitchen table to read the paper while dwelling on my sorrows.
He wouldn't let me.
Fast forward to services at church. Since our pastor is gone, the elders and other pastors have been filling in. I must say that I love the elders at our church but I just hadn't been feeling "it" lately. I really miss Pastor Michael. But on this Sunday, Pastor Bil was filling in. I was skeptical. I've never really listened to an entire sermon by Pastor Bil. He's a very interactive person and I'm more of a sit in my chair and just listen kind of person.
I was utterly amazed at his sermon. Highly impressed would be a good description. And I even got out of my comfort zone and participated in his extracurricular sermon activities. He raised my spirits.
I was so thankful that I dragged my rear out of bed and went to church.
But something he said during his sermon really caught my attention and this is what I truly wanted to share with you today.
"Each one of us is different...each one of us has things that God has put in us and made us specifically a certain way for a certain reason. We are not all the same. God does not make clones. He makes awesome masterpieces."
Think about this for a moment.
Isn't that an amazing thought?
I just had to share.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
SUFFERING A LOSS
My family has suffered an incredible loss this past week.
My brother-in-law, Bobby, passed away unexpectedly.
My sister and her sons are devastated to say the least. Angela and Bobby have been married for almost 32 years. That's about a two-thirds of her life.
How does one start over after 32 years of having that special someone by their side every day?
And that's exactly what she has to do...start over. Every moment of her day included a piece of him.
She and I sat in her bedroom last night for hours. We talked about the things that only sisters can talk about with one another.
She's taking several weeks off of work but she talked about how difficult it's going to be when she goes back to her old routine, minus Bobby. She would always call him on her way home from work to see if he needed her to stop for anything. On many occasions she would stop for a to-go order of El Sombrero or a bucket of chicken.
She talked about how he'd sometimes get up in the middle of the night and make himself a bowl of cereal. She said she often suspected that he was doing this in his sleep because he would do it without any acknowledgment that she was in the room.
But the thing that broke my heart was when she said she wouldn't have anyone to play smoochy-face with anymore.
Bobby was her one and only ever. He was her best friend, best lover, best father to her children.
Bobby was an interesting brother-in-law. He didn't sugar coat anything. He had a knack for seeing things as they were and letting everyone know. He didn't spare feelings a lot of times which was a little harsh and tended to offend many. But with Bobby, you always knew exactly where you stood.
I was lucky enough to have been able to spend some quality time with him recently. He and I had a 45 minute phone call just a few days before he passed. My boys and I had just visited their house last week. The Teenager and Bobby worked on their car.
My point in sharing all of this is don't take today for granted. You never know when those that you love the most will be gone to heaven. Take this moment to make that phone call that you've been saying you'll make.
Go visit that friend or relative that you haven't seen for a while.
Go lay in bed with your kids and watch a cartoon.
Go have a good laugh or cry with your best friend.
But most of all, grab your better half and play smoochy-face.
Matthew 5:4
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
My brother-in-law, Bobby, passed away unexpectedly.
My sister and her sons are devastated to say the least. Angela and Bobby have been married for almost 32 years. That's about a two-thirds of her life.
How does one start over after 32 years of having that special someone by their side every day?
And that's exactly what she has to do...start over. Every moment of her day included a piece of him.
She and I sat in her bedroom last night for hours. We talked about the things that only sisters can talk about with one another.
She's taking several weeks off of work but she talked about how difficult it's going to be when she goes back to her old routine, minus Bobby. She would always call him on her way home from work to see if he needed her to stop for anything. On many occasions she would stop for a to-go order of El Sombrero or a bucket of chicken.
She talked about how he'd sometimes get up in the middle of the night and make himself a bowl of cereal. She said she often suspected that he was doing this in his sleep because he would do it without any acknowledgment that she was in the room.
But the thing that broke my heart was when she said she wouldn't have anyone to play smoochy-face with anymore.
Bobby was her one and only ever. He was her best friend, best lover, best father to her children.
Bobby was an interesting brother-in-law. He didn't sugar coat anything. He had a knack for seeing things as they were and letting everyone know. He didn't spare feelings a lot of times which was a little harsh and tended to offend many. But with Bobby, you always knew exactly where you stood.
I was lucky enough to have been able to spend some quality time with him recently. He and I had a 45 minute phone call just a few days before he passed. My boys and I had just visited their house last week. The Teenager and Bobby worked on their car.
My point in sharing all of this is don't take today for granted. You never know when those that you love the most will be gone to heaven. Take this moment to make that phone call that you've been saying you'll make.
Go visit that friend or relative that you haven't seen for a while.
Go lay in bed with your kids and watch a cartoon.
Go have a good laugh or cry with your best friend.
But most of all, grab your better half and play smoochy-face.
Matthew 5:4
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
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