A Messy Mess of a House….

April 20, 2012 By

This has been a wonderfully messy and busy week. We met with Pastor Bohner at the FBC of Webster, and will share with the FBC of Floral City and the FBC of Adamsville on Sunday.

We are packing up and preparing to return to Georgia for a month.  The mountains feel like home now and I am looking forward to spending time there with our friends and in the solitude and quiet that I had so callously taken for granted.

The house is in disarray as we eliminate things that can’t make the trip to Ecuador.  AGAIN.  We are packing our bins before we leave Florida.  It shouldn’t be hard, but it is.  The packing list doesn’t account for emotions.  The things we want to keep with us that we don’t NEED  where we are going, but for some undefinable reason we WANT to take it.

The house is so full.  Full of emotions. Fear. Excitement. Frustrations. Anger. Feelings like these get messy.  My own feelings get messy. And it’s a messy mess to try and help your children sort out their own feelings.  It is so hard to find peace when the house is a mess.  And everyone feels it.

So in the coming weeks, I ask you to pray for our messy house.
We love you and thank you for your prayers.

Amy

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Lollygagging and Dillydallying

March 8, 2012 By

Hola!

Amid the endless news of sickness and despair, we are reminded to check our perspective. We know how it ends. And by His grace and mercy, we know He who wrote to us about the beginning, the ending and the in between.
As we ventured out on deputation to raise support, I was ready with my charts and lists. Schedules, partially filled in, ready and ripe with potential. And you know what? My perspective was SO skewed. My plans fell, tumbled and toppled. My highest expectations… well, suffice it to say that my expectations were focused on myself, people that dissapointed and my plans that let me down.
But then, then, I sought the Lord. And isn’t that what I should have been doing all along? Not the way I was, making my plans and then seeking His agreement, but seeking and waiting?
He was waiting.
Like I wait on my 2 year old son as he lollygags to count the ants on the street as I try to cross the road. Like my dreamer daughter that dilly-dallies on the way to put something away and gets lost in the dew on a spider’s web. Like my my not-so-little-anymore doer that has to complete the project that she determines has much more value than what I have requested she do. If only I were as patient as He.
Perspective. We have been blessed so much. We are still seeking opportunities to share, still seeking those that desire to come alongside us in prayer, seeking financial support to get us to Ecuador and keep us there as the Lord wills. But the opportunities, they are looking bit different to me.
Not just goals and to-do lists. They are looking more like other people and less like me.
Like the sweet, lost family that uses crystals and is into the craft. Like the others that play their loud music and use such terrible language. I was so busy counting my ants on this road to Ecuador, I almost got run over by a parade of lost people. People with souls. They are tangled in this awful web of the world. Lord, forgive me for being so fixated on what I deemed the priority that I ignored what you placed in front of me.

 

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