Showing posts from September, 2014

Why Do You Go To Church?

Psalm 26:8 (KJV) LORD, I have loved the habitation of thy house, and the place where thine honour dwelleth.

When people ask why I attend church, it's an easy answer. I'm selfish. I always get back more than I give.

In exchange for my couple of hours per week, I get:

EncouragementA better weekA loving support system in hard timesLike-minded friendsEducation for myself and my familyBlessings from God Some people like football, hunting, fishing, NASCAR, antiques or pottery, but I love hanging around God's people. Are you investing your time in something eternal?


Female in Motion Health Update: I'm working on packing daily healthy breakfasts and lunches and spending quality time with The Hubster. He's worth it, and so am I.


Notable Quote:

The church is not a dormitory for sleepers, it is an institution for workers; it is not a rest camp, it is a front line trench.--Billy Sunday

The Preacher Is Wearing Jeans!

It was a big day at our church yesterday. Missionary Baptist Church hosted our first annual Family Day, complete with incredible music, food, games and preaching. Our pastor bravely volunteered to receive a pie in the face from a contest winner.

We have a small congregation, but our numbers swelled to three times our usual size. There was an abundance of infants and toddlers, too, with all the adorable antics that accompany that age group. A spunky tot named Matt helped the pitcher in a spirited game of kickball.

In a dazzling display of energy and athleticism, I hauled my old bones out on the kickball field, too. When it was my turn to kick, I gave it a swat into far left field, started to run to first base, and promptly fell on my face...twice. I practically crawled to first base, but I made it! My tenacity was rewarded; I made a run. After the game, I limped back to my lawn chair with a huge grin on my face.

The Hubster and I were honored to have my mom and her dear friend, Jim, c…

Where Are You Taking Me?


Not the Sharpest Tool in the Toolbox

I started a small DIY project last Friday morning. We had a large cat structure that our kitties hated, so I decided to take it down and give it to someone who might be able to use it. Unfortunately, it had been a long while since I had used any tools around the house. First thing, I found a Phillips head screwdriver in The Hubster's computer desk. That was easy. I knew, however, that I would need a medium-sized wrench, too. After poking through a number of drawers, I asked The Hubster to locate one. He had to rummage through the basement before he found one. Seems like tools are never close at hand when you need one.

A wrench, screwdriver, hammer or saw, are all used for different tasks. They are not interchangeable. People in the Bible didn't think they were ready to be used of God, but He used them anyway.

A little boy's lunch was used for a miraculous feast. 
A stuttering shepherd led a nation across a vast desert. 
A disobedient preacher convinced a heathen community t…

Summer of Simplicity: There's Still Time

The end is near.

Today is Labor Day, which means summer is almost over. The cold, dark days of winter will be upon us soon. 

I live in Kansas, and the Midwest will continue to see warm, sunny days for the next six to eight weeks. Some of my readers in the Northeast will see cold temperatures coming in September. Wherever you live, sunshine can be manufactured with family fun, the joy of simplicity and faith in a bright tomorrow. All through the coming winter, don't forget...there's still time.

There's still time to:

Have a picnic on the floor in the living room.
Camp out under the dining room table.
Play a board game together, instead of watching TV in separate rooms.
Read a book.
Go to bed early.
Make a simple meal.
Be generous.
Write a letter to yourself from God.
Have a movie marathon.
Take a trip to the public library.
Host a dance party in your living room.
Spend the evening star gazing.
Do less--rest more.

As the seasons change, and a mantle of cold settles on your n…