O.K., so I finally figured out how to get a picture on my blog profile. WOO HOO! Now if only I could turn it into a GOOD picture I would be happier.
Not a whole lot to blog about tonight...I mean this morning..I just looked at the clock and it is 1 flippin thirty ya'll. Can we say derrrr?! I don't know exactly why I am up but I am nontheless. I guess I was thinkin about somethin someone had said about my church. I heard someone say (and I quote)"Man, you guys let ANYBODY come to your curch dontcha? So and So (no names) were out drinkin all night and at church the next morning. I should join." O.K. so I was ready to let them have it. I mean dude, who do you think you are dissn' MY church like that? About the time I was gettin tore up from the floor up...a big ole slap- on -the -head conviction crept up on me. WHO'S CHURCH?? DID JESUS SEEK THE SAINTS OR THE SINNERS? And then I carefully replied,"Yep, you're right, we let just anybody in..cuz it might be that ONE time they come in hungover, hear the word, and leave with a new heart." And that is the truth. It wasn't too awful long ago that I was the one in sin and lost without God. So I am thankful that God's church lets just anybody in, who are we praying for anyway? I am waiting for the day the back doors swing wide open and in come all the lost family and friends we have spent so much time on our faces for. And I for one want to be welcoming the lost in..As my pastor said just a few weeks ago..(not his words)..let us not be a church that gets so caught up in Religion that we lose sight of why we are there..it's not religion ya'll it's a relationship, one that means more to me than anything, and I want to know that if Jesus comes on Sunday morning, He will find me shaking the hand of the lost or praying with a sinner as they accept Him! Well, I guess I can come down from my soapbox now huh? CAN I GET AN AMEN SISTAHS?????
Til next time....love and blessings....Missi
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Cya later......BUB
Last week and this week I have had mixed emotions on my job. I work for HOSPICE as I have mentioned. I had to say goodbye for the first time since I began this job. He was only my patient for 3 weeks, but for EVERY DAY for 3 weeks. Needless to say, I did grow attached to the whole family. I learned in those 3 weeks that he fought for our country in WWII, and had traveled almost the entire globe. He has 2 wonderful boys, 5 grandchildren, and 13 great-grandchildren with one on the way. He had been married to the love of his life for 66 years. He told me the reason God put him on this earth was to make people laugh. And that he did, let me tell you. We kinda had a comedy routine, he and I. Many times his wife would tell me over coffee,"He has lost everything but his sense of humor." But there was one day which I will hold dear to my heart forver that I spent a couple of hours with him alone and he told me of his travels, his children, his years working, his life with his beloved and his many hobbies. Granted, he told me the same story not 15 minutes after he finished the first, but he was proud to be telling it. He beamed with pride while speaking about his family and being a Shriner and his church. We talked at great length about his relationship with God. He was a man prepared to meet his King. He said so with great intent. Each day when I walked in I would say "What do ya say bub?" His response always without fail was "Save your money!" I called him "Bub" he called me "Hub", I called him "Hot-Rod" he called me "Cold-Rod". We never tired of matching wits.
I was not there when he passed and that saddened me so, but I know it was peaceful and that he was ready. I count myself blessed to have known him, even if only for 3 weeks. I have already been told by his wife that I better come have coffee with her pretty regularly. I plan to do so.
It's not really goodbye anyway...just cya later...right?
Now I am more sure than ever that I was picked by God for this job. I don't feel like it's a job anyway, just a wonderful opportunity to meet people, share the Gospel, pray a lot, and maybe help lead someone to the Lord.
Please continue to pray for me that I will do His will and always be ready when He sends me.
Til next time....love and blessings....Missi
I was not there when he passed and that saddened me so, but I know it was peaceful and that he was ready. I count myself blessed to have known him, even if only for 3 weeks. I have already been told by his wife that I better come have coffee with her pretty regularly. I plan to do so.
It's not really goodbye anyway...just cya later...right?
Now I am more sure than ever that I was picked by God for this job. I don't feel like it's a job anyway, just a wonderful opportunity to meet people, share the Gospel, pray a lot, and maybe help lead someone to the Lord.
Please continue to pray for me that I will do His will and always be ready when He sends me.
Til next time....love and blessings....Missi
Friday, April 10, 2009
I am just a big ole softy.
O.K. so I'm feelin pretty emotional today. I took my baby girl to get a dress for the band banquet. Now, I have seen her in formal wear a million times. For pageants. This is a DANCE!! WITH BOYS!!!!! He will be coming here to meet the folks and have the pictures made and the oh so unavoidable comments made by the DADDY while he cleans his gun and sharpens his knife. lol :) She is not my little girl anymore. Where did the time go? I have had small "breakdowns" with each passng milestone in her life. You know, the first boyfriend she cried over, the braces, fights with girlfriends, thinking she's fat (NOT EVEN CLOSE) all the woe that is being a teenage girl. And I will have a moderate pity party this time as well. Only because I am so very full of love and bursting with pride for this sweet girl.
I have but so little time left to enjoy her teenage years and am so glad that she lets me be part of them.
I hope I can figure out my camera to put pictures on the blog of her tomorrow.
My prayer for her as she takes another step toward becomming a young woman is this;
Lord, I know this is your child and not my own. She is a precioous gift from You God for which I am not deserving. I pray that Your Holy Spirit fill her and help her to see that she is beautiful as you made her in your image. Give her joy and happiness as she seeks for it. Let her find You in everything she sees. Most importantly let people find YOU in her. She loves You Lord and I pray that You keep her safe and pure as YOU would have her to be. I pray she draw nearer to You as she grows and feel Your arms around her when she cries. I thank You God for this most awesome gift. This sweet,giving,caring,Christian girl that I am proud to say is my daughter.
Amen
Til next time....love and blessings....Missi
I have but so little time left to enjoy her teenage years and am so glad that she lets me be part of them.
I hope I can figure out my camera to put pictures on the blog of her tomorrow.
My prayer for her as she takes another step toward becomming a young woman is this;
Lord, I know this is your child and not my own. She is a precioous gift from You God for which I am not deserving. I pray that Your Holy Spirit fill her and help her to see that she is beautiful as you made her in your image. Give her joy and happiness as she seeks for it. Let her find You in everything she sees. Most importantly let people find YOU in her. She loves You Lord and I pray that You keep her safe and pure as YOU would have her to be. I pray she draw nearer to You as she grows and feel Your arms around her when she cries. I thank You God for this most awesome gift. This sweet,giving,caring,Christian girl that I am proud to say is my daughter.
Amen
Til next time....love and blessings....Missi
Sunday, April 5, 2009
humble
Not a whole lot to say today. Just feel so very humble.
At church this morning I felt like Luke was preaching just to me. Ya ever get that? Well I did, and the Holy Spirit moved so powerful that I could hardly wait for the music to run to the altar and pray. What is said between me and God is always so precious to me and so very real. I KNOW I hear His words in my head and feel his AWESOME power in my heart. To think, He loves me so much just bleeses my soul over and over again. But I think the true blessing occurred when I picked my slobbering face up and looked around and saw the sweetest faces of "my girls" kneeling with me. Kaitlyn, Hannah, and Melanie. These are 14 year old girls who got out of their seats to come kneel with ME!!! WOOOOOO!!!! Let me tell you I love these sistas more than you know. I have watched them grow as children into young women and watched them grow in the Lord and am as proud of them as I can be. (yeah, i know one of em is mine). That, my friends, is WHY WE DO WHAT WE DO at Ider Baptist Church.
I know that if any of you ever need to fall on your face in front of the whole church, these girls will gladly meet ya there!!!
Til next time...love and blessings....Missi
At church this morning I felt like Luke was preaching just to me. Ya ever get that? Well I did, and the Holy Spirit moved so powerful that I could hardly wait for the music to run to the altar and pray. What is said between me and God is always so precious to me and so very real. I KNOW I hear His words in my head and feel his AWESOME power in my heart. To think, He loves me so much just bleeses my soul over and over again. But I think the true blessing occurred when I picked my slobbering face up and looked around and saw the sweetest faces of "my girls" kneeling with me. Kaitlyn, Hannah, and Melanie. These are 14 year old girls who got out of their seats to come kneel with ME!!! WOOOOOO!!!! Let me tell you I love these sistas more than you know. I have watched them grow as children into young women and watched them grow in the Lord and am as proud of them as I can be. (yeah, i know one of em is mine). That, my friends, is WHY WE DO WHAT WE DO at Ider Baptist Church.
I know that if any of you ever need to fall on your face in front of the whole church, these girls will gladly meet ya there!!!
Til next time...love and blessings....Missi
Monday, March 30, 2009
Bubbling Over...
Can I just take a minute to say how great God is???!!! For those of you who missed youth Sunday yesterday, I have to say that you missed what I consider to be the best youth service I have EVER been in. Did God show up in a major way or what? Our kids and youth at church are just so wonderful. Be that as it may, you have to give major props to ALL of the teachers, workers, parents, grandparents, etc.... somebody had to bring these kids to church or read the Word to them or sing a good ole gospel hymn while they did the dishes. Point being, it had to start somewhere. So many seeds have been planted in these kids over the years and I'm more than honored to be a small part of the watering process.
I need to brag on KFC..WOO-HOO!!!!! Guys, ya'll may not believe that they only practiced maybe 5 times as a whole!!! That just shows how much they love what they are doing and how much they love the Lord. Just ask one of them next time you see one...who are they up there to please and they will tell you without hesitation...Jesus!!! What a blessing they are to me. FOG team too, that goes without saying.
The entire service touched my heart so deeply. I'm just bubbling over with pride for EVERY SINGLE child who participated (and those who chose just to watch from the side and pray). The singing, the dramas, the testimonies...HOLY COW!!! Ben Johnson...I love you soooo much!!! I am privelaged to say that I was there on the night Macy Bell told us about. I have watched those sweet girls grow up and grow in the Lord and it is a blessing. Good Godly parents!!!
Anyway, enough blubbering.
P.S. Thanks to all of you for praying for our Kaitlyn. She is one tough little cookie and God knows I would take the diabtes from her, but He is greater than any illness and has healed her body more times than I care to count. To Him be the glory, and may I always find peace in His will.
Please continue to pray for us as we do for all of you.
Til next time...love and blessings...Missi
I need to brag on KFC..WOO-HOO!!!!! Guys, ya'll may not believe that they only practiced maybe 5 times as a whole!!! That just shows how much they love what they are doing and how much they love the Lord. Just ask one of them next time you see one...who are they up there to please and they will tell you without hesitation...Jesus!!! What a blessing they are to me. FOG team too, that goes without saying.
The entire service touched my heart so deeply. I'm just bubbling over with pride for EVERY SINGLE child who participated (and those who chose just to watch from the side and pray). The singing, the dramas, the testimonies...HOLY COW!!! Ben Johnson...I love you soooo much!!! I am privelaged to say that I was there on the night Macy Bell told us about. I have watched those sweet girls grow up and grow in the Lord and it is a blessing. Good Godly parents!!!
Anyway, enough blubbering.
P.S. Thanks to all of you for praying for our Kaitlyn. She is one tough little cookie and God knows I would take the diabtes from her, but He is greater than any illness and has healed her body more times than I care to count. To Him be the glory, and may I always find peace in His will.
Please continue to pray for us as we do for all of you.
Til next time...love and blessings...Missi
Monday, March 23, 2009
Parfum anyone...????
I guess ya'll know I haven't posted anything in about a million years huh? Not because I haven't had anything to say, quite the contrary, just limited time.
Brief summary..then the point, I promise.
Ladie's retreat was AWESOME!!!!!! Lisa is just so wonderful(but, you knew that didn't ya??) Came home to an awesome service at church where two new born again christians were baptized! How cool is that?? My drama team is doing better than great. (not that I'm shocked) Now it's back to work for me and I still love this job!!!
On to the reason I felt compelled to blog at midnight.... Now, you mom's of boys please read this carefully and please, please, please, let me know if I am anywhere close to being right...K? Our boys are sweet aren't they, I mean they are born and we look at them and know that they are the true men of our dreams. They grow and we love them more each day. They are OUR BABIES...ya feel me? They love no one like they love us. The feeling is mutual between us moms and our sons. When they hurt, we hurt. When they rejoice, we also are rejoicing. We ache for them I know we do.
So, answer me this girls...why then, tonight as I go to kiss my sweet precious boy goodnight as he lay there in a beautiful slumber, IS IT SO HARD TO BREATHE!!!!?????
I mean, for real, somebody tell me what is that SMELL. Holy cow and goodnight nurse. I don't remember building a chicken house in that room!! For the love of Pete!!! Forgive me, but I can no longer keep this in. Am I alone in this? I somehow feel like I am not. Be honest girls, do your boys sometimes make ya wanna ralph??
The solution is not obvious either, we have used a WHOLE bottle of febreze, air freshener, candles, everything but burning down the room. I hate to say anything to him, poor sweet thing, he IS very sensitive. However, I did ever so gently mention it as I walked in earlier....his answer was as innocent as he is...."It must be the fish tank mom." COME ON YA'LL....IT'S A BETA, NOT A CARP!!!!!!
Anyhoo...just a little food for thought ya know? Seeing as how it's been a while, I thought I would do a little overdose of oversharing. That's just the kinda gal I am.
Til next time...love and blessings....Missi
P.S. you guys can't tell him i said all this about the stank that is he..k?
Brief summary..then the point, I promise.
Ladie's retreat was AWESOME!!!!!! Lisa is just so wonderful(but, you knew that didn't ya??) Came home to an awesome service at church where two new born again christians were baptized! How cool is that?? My drama team is doing better than great. (not that I'm shocked) Now it's back to work for me and I still love this job!!!
On to the reason I felt compelled to blog at midnight.... Now, you mom's of boys please read this carefully and please, please, please, let me know if I am anywhere close to being right...K? Our boys are sweet aren't they, I mean they are born and we look at them and know that they are the true men of our dreams. They grow and we love them more each day. They are OUR BABIES...ya feel me? They love no one like they love us. The feeling is mutual between us moms and our sons. When they hurt, we hurt. When they rejoice, we also are rejoicing. We ache for them I know we do.
So, answer me this girls...why then, tonight as I go to kiss my sweet precious boy goodnight as he lay there in a beautiful slumber, IS IT SO HARD TO BREATHE!!!!?????
I mean, for real, somebody tell me what is that SMELL. Holy cow and goodnight nurse. I don't remember building a chicken house in that room!! For the love of Pete!!! Forgive me, but I can no longer keep this in. Am I alone in this? I somehow feel like I am not. Be honest girls, do your boys sometimes make ya wanna ralph??
The solution is not obvious either, we have used a WHOLE bottle of febreze, air freshener, candles, everything but burning down the room. I hate to say anything to him, poor sweet thing, he IS very sensitive. However, I did ever so gently mention it as I walked in earlier....his answer was as innocent as he is...."It must be the fish tank mom." COME ON YA'LL....IT'S A BETA, NOT A CARP!!!!!!
Anyhoo...just a little food for thought ya know? Seeing as how it's been a while, I thought I would do a little overdose of oversharing. That's just the kinda gal I am.
Til next time...love and blessings....Missi
P.S. you guys can't tell him i said all this about the stank that is he..k?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Diary of a Mad Redneck Woman
Hello fellow bloggers. Long time no blog, huh? I have been a busy chic lately. Any-hoo. Here's the update.
As I sit here in McDonald's in between patients (how great is that?!), working furiously on this blacklight presentation for my KFC kids, I am slowly going CRAZY!!!! I asked my good friend and sista Cheryl if with every song I hear on the radio I was thinking of a blacklight drama made me crazy, she kindly said "no". Still... makes me feel that way. I am just so excited for these kids and I love them so very much. When I first started with them I was so nervous and scared. Mainly because this is not really my age group ya know? But, as we have worked together a little bit, I have realized....wait for it....I WAS WRONG!!! O.K., write that one down girlies, cuz I really hate to admit that. I am loving seeing how amazing these children are. They are so smart and pick up this stuff so fast. It blows my mind. Just goes to show me, yet again, God's got it!!! You feel me?? lol.
Now, onto bigger things...... SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!!! What has happened to American Idol????!!!!! Yep, I am an addict. Hello, my name is Missi and I'm addicted to really freaky looking hair, odd people, rude comments, oh yeah, and BAD SINGING!!! Did anybody watch last night? I was sittin with one of my patients watching and we were in agreement...total loss of an hour we will never get back. I sooo need a life!!!
Oh well, gotta get to work.....til next time...love and blessings, Missi
As I sit here in McDonald's in between patients (how great is that?!), working furiously on this blacklight presentation for my KFC kids, I am slowly going CRAZY!!!! I asked my good friend and sista Cheryl if with every song I hear on the radio I was thinking of a blacklight drama made me crazy, she kindly said "no". Still... makes me feel that way. I am just so excited for these kids and I love them so very much. When I first started with them I was so nervous and scared. Mainly because this is not really my age group ya know? But, as we have worked together a little bit, I have realized....wait for it....I WAS WRONG!!! O.K., write that one down girlies, cuz I really hate to admit that. I am loving seeing how amazing these children are. They are so smart and pick up this stuff so fast. It blows my mind. Just goes to show me, yet again, God's got it!!! You feel me?? lol.
Now, onto bigger things...... SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!!! What has happened to American Idol????!!!!! Yep, I am an addict. Hello, my name is Missi and I'm addicted to really freaky looking hair, odd people, rude comments, oh yeah, and BAD SINGING!!! Did anybody watch last night? I was sittin with one of my patients watching and we were in agreement...total loss of an hour we will never get back. I sooo need a life!!!
Oh well, gotta get to work.....til next time...love and blessings, Missi
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
A new edition to the Kingdom of God..
Well, I have been bubbling over since Saturday. So much so that I couldn't even write what I was feeling. In case any of you haven't heard...my little boy was SAVED Saturday night!!! The drama team & choir were invited to choir-fest so of course we went where the drama team proceeded to put on the best show I have ever seen in my life!! (I'm not biased, they are just that good). As we were leaving my baby told me he had to talk to me right then and in private. After a brief conversation, he told me he needed to talk to Brother Luke. Well, he did and he was saved right there in the parking lot of the church!!! Talk about in Awe! Woo Hoo!!
I watched my little boy look up at Luke with big eyes and tears in them so intently and listening to every word he said. I have never seen him do that before. He told Luke that he felt something in here (circling his chest) and it made him feel real happy. Now, if any of you know my boy, you know he is not the social butterfly and he rarely looks at you in the eye. He did then. He knew he was a sinner in need of a Savior!! I am just so overwhelmed with love for this child and so proud that he bravely asked his pastor to pray with him on what I know had to be the most scary and exciting moment in his short little life. He never waivered, or looked to me for the answer in which to give Luke, like kids do when asked questions by grown-ups when mom is nearby. He was so big in that moment and so sure of what he was saying and hearing. When he said that prayer, asking God to save him, well, I can honestly say that I have never felt anything like that in all of my life. I feel so blessed that God let me be part of his experience. I am so honored that I serve a true and living God that is still in the business of saving lost souls through the blood of His Son.
I have to give "props" to our FOG team too. I have been telling these kids from the first day what they are doing to impact their audience. Now there is proof. The fruits of their labor so to speak. They had a huge part in leading my child to the Lord!! And I have to say thanks again to Cheryl and Shaunta' for the love they have for these kids and all the hard work they have done with them. Cheryl has told them from the beginning that their focus is always on God and encouraged them to pray and so has Shaunta'. Let me just say that I know these kids have been praying!
I think what touched me most is the fact that all of these teenagers were so excited for Jay and texting eachother and blogging about it. It just touched my heart more than I can say. They didn't have to care, you know? They are all so awesome and I love them each and every one. I sure hope they know it.
I pray that our elementary team can have the same impact. Oh, yeah, they have named themselves KFC...kids for Christ. How bout that for cool??
Til next time...love and blessings...Missi
I watched my little boy look up at Luke with big eyes and tears in them so intently and listening to every word he said. I have never seen him do that before. He told Luke that he felt something in here (circling his chest) and it made him feel real happy. Now, if any of you know my boy, you know he is not the social butterfly and he rarely looks at you in the eye. He did then. He knew he was a sinner in need of a Savior!! I am just so overwhelmed with love for this child and so proud that he bravely asked his pastor to pray with him on what I know had to be the most scary and exciting moment in his short little life. He never waivered, or looked to me for the answer in which to give Luke, like kids do when asked questions by grown-ups when mom is nearby. He was so big in that moment and so sure of what he was saying and hearing. When he said that prayer, asking God to save him, well, I can honestly say that I have never felt anything like that in all of my life. I feel so blessed that God let me be part of his experience. I am so honored that I serve a true and living God that is still in the business of saving lost souls through the blood of His Son.
I have to give "props" to our FOG team too. I have been telling these kids from the first day what they are doing to impact their audience. Now there is proof. The fruits of their labor so to speak. They had a huge part in leading my child to the Lord!! And I have to say thanks again to Cheryl and Shaunta' for the love they have for these kids and all the hard work they have done with them. Cheryl has told them from the beginning that their focus is always on God and encouraged them to pray and so has Shaunta'. Let me just say that I know these kids have been praying!
I think what touched me most is the fact that all of these teenagers were so excited for Jay and texting eachother and blogging about it. It just touched my heart more than I can say. They didn't have to care, you know? They are all so awesome and I love them each and every one. I sure hope they know it.
I pray that our elementary team can have the same impact. Oh, yeah, they have named themselves KFC...kids for Christ. How bout that for cool??
Til next time...love and blessings...Missi
Monday, February 16, 2009
Throwing David to....the dogs???
I know, I know, it's been a little bit since I posted anything. What can I say? I am BORING!!! There have been a few interesting things go on that I have been forunate to be a part of. The drama team at church blew my mind yet again. If you haven't seen their latest, visit Shaunta's blog or you can look on Youtube. It will rock your socks I can promise you that!!! Kaitlyn was so disappointed because the planets didn't show up as good as she would have liked, but it was still awesome. Can I just say THANK GOD for Cheryl and Shaunta? They are so wonderful with these kids. I have been blessed to be a part of the practices for the past few weeks. Even though I saw them, I was still in tears during the whole performance.
And......guess what else? Wendy and myself are getting the elementary kids together to form their own drama team. I am so excited! I think the kids are too. I just pray that I do what God has me to and that in all we do with these children, Jesus is at the heart of it.
Moving on to the funny stuff... or at least I think it is. I just want to mention up front that I have taught VBS, children's church, Bible release, etc. etc., but I usually have older kids. I recently have taken the 1st and 2nd grade Sunday School. I generally have one or two kids if it's a good day. On this particular Sunday, I had two, who happened to be cousins. They are so cute at this age and so smart. I began like usual, prayer requests and prayer. After the "pray for my brother's to stop being mean to me" and "do we have to pray, I'm hungry", we prayed and read our lesson. It was about serving. It centered on Saul and David and how God used David to serve from the time he was a shepherd up to when he wrote Psalms to praise God. We went into detail about him playing the harp for Saul and how he would become ruler over Isreal, how he blessed people in God's name. I mean we had a real discussion. (as much as a 6 and 7 year old can with me in charge). We talked about how you can serve people as a child. Responses like, " You can't" and "Why? Do I have to?" were pretty popular this day. Not that they weren't attentive and well behaved, they were wonderfully behaved children, just very honest children. Finally, after all of our discussion and reciting the memory verse, I asked "Do you remember what David was doing when God called for him to be annointed?" I looked at their sweet little faces as they searched their brains for the answer. " I know!" said one. " He was a German Shepherd!"
Now, I pose this question to you, my dear friends.... Am I the BEST teacher or what??!!!!
It is days like this that remind me why God has called me to do His work as a teacher. Be it ever so humble, a Sunday School teacher I am . And I am loving every minute of it. So, Thank you God, for reminding me that ALL of your creations are worthy to be mentioned, even the dogs.
Love and Blessings til next time....Missi
p.s. I am soooo loving the new job. I believe it to be hand-picked by Jesus just for me!!!!
And......guess what else? Wendy and myself are getting the elementary kids together to form their own drama team. I am so excited! I think the kids are too. I just pray that I do what God has me to and that in all we do with these children, Jesus is at the heart of it.
Moving on to the funny stuff... or at least I think it is. I just want to mention up front that I have taught VBS, children's church, Bible release, etc. etc., but I usually have older kids. I recently have taken the 1st and 2nd grade Sunday School. I generally have one or two kids if it's a good day. On this particular Sunday, I had two, who happened to be cousins. They are so cute at this age and so smart. I began like usual, prayer requests and prayer. After the "pray for my brother's to stop being mean to me" and "do we have to pray, I'm hungry", we prayed and read our lesson. It was about serving. It centered on Saul and David and how God used David to serve from the time he was a shepherd up to when he wrote Psalms to praise God. We went into detail about him playing the harp for Saul and how he would become ruler over Isreal, how he blessed people in God's name. I mean we had a real discussion. (as much as a 6 and 7 year old can with me in charge). We talked about how you can serve people as a child. Responses like, " You can't" and "Why? Do I have to?" were pretty popular this day. Not that they weren't attentive and well behaved, they were wonderfully behaved children, just very honest children. Finally, after all of our discussion and reciting the memory verse, I asked "Do you remember what David was doing when God called for him to be annointed?" I looked at their sweet little faces as they searched their brains for the answer. " I know!" said one. " He was a German Shepherd!"
Now, I pose this question to you, my dear friends.... Am I the BEST teacher or what??!!!!
It is days like this that remind me why God has called me to do His work as a teacher. Be it ever so humble, a Sunday School teacher I am . And I am loving every minute of it. So, Thank you God, for reminding me that ALL of your creations are worthy to be mentioned, even the dogs.
Love and Blessings til next time....Missi
p.s. I am soooo loving the new job. I believe it to be hand-picked by Jesus just for me!!!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Been a while...
I know it has been a while since I was a good little blogger. Been a little busy. Wanna know what I've been doin???? WORKING!!!! Yep, you heard right, I gots me a JOB!! PRAISE JESUS, HALLELUAH, RAISE THE ROOF!!! I had asked Lisa to send out the prayer chain over this job a couple of weeks ago. I mean I had most of Sand Mtn. praying for me. Believe me, I could feel it too. There's nothing like the sweet peace of feeling people praying for you. So now, I request prayer yet again. This is a Hospice/Home Health position. I just pray that the Lord give me the strength to do His work with these people. I know with all of my heart that He has called me to do this job because I would never have chosen it on my own. I need His love to show in me in every aspect of the work I will be doing. I consider myself blessed beyond words to have this opportunity.
Thanks to all of you for your prayers, I love you all so much (if I never told ya)
Now...onto what I missed. On Saturday we had what I refer to as "Boy-Fest 2009". That is to say that the boy who already had a lil party at school, had to have a party here as well. So, we typed up invites to go skating and have a spend the night. Well, they had basketball games on Saturday so I was thinking "whew, I'm off the hook" (what a mom, huh) Oh but no, they lost the second game so over they all came, ALL 5 of them. Don't misunderstand me, I love them all...individually. lol . Jason got the great honor of taking them to McDonald's & skating. They got home around 10:30 begging to frost the cake and ofcourse, eat it too. Can I say no...NO! As they were eating, they were laughing about the girls that tried to "hit on them" at the rink. They each had a fake identity. And to hear them tell it, none of them were younger than 13. Jason said they were doing real good at keeping up with their little game until they had a race arranged by AGE. So when they started standing up for the 10 & 11 year old group...BUSTED!!! Finally around 11:30 I got them all laid down in my living room. It was so funny. One of these 11 year old boys is already 6 feet tall. (picture it) He was laying next to a boy who is 4 feet tall and weighs maybe 75 lbs. HA! Around 4:30 in the morning I wake up to one boy walkin around the living room on his knees (i thought he was sleep walkin, but he said no) As I was getting him back on the blanket, I hear this heavy breathing, look down, and what is right up against my rear-end but the head of a boy!! I made him get back on the floor and laid full out on the couch. An hour later...he was nose to nose with me wide-eyed. If I was one to startle easy I believe he mighta got a smackin. The next mornin, as we were getting ready for church, I asked them about all of that...nobody remembered anything. Go figure. Thank goodness birthdays come but once a year!!!
Hope it won't be so long next time..this is fun for me! (told ya I'm a dork).. til later Missi
Thanks to all of you for your prayers, I love you all so much (if I never told ya)
Now...onto what I missed. On Saturday we had what I refer to as "Boy-Fest 2009". That is to say that the boy who already had a lil party at school, had to have a party here as well. So, we typed up invites to go skating and have a spend the night. Well, they had basketball games on Saturday so I was thinking "whew, I'm off the hook" (what a mom, huh) Oh but no, they lost the second game so over they all came, ALL 5 of them. Don't misunderstand me, I love them all...individually. lol . Jason got the great honor of taking them to McDonald's & skating. They got home around 10:30 begging to frost the cake and ofcourse, eat it too. Can I say no...NO! As they were eating, they were laughing about the girls that tried to "hit on them" at the rink. They each had a fake identity. And to hear them tell it, none of them were younger than 13. Jason said they were doing real good at keeping up with their little game until they had a race arranged by AGE. So when they started standing up for the 10 & 11 year old group...BUSTED!!! Finally around 11:30 I got them all laid down in my living room. It was so funny. One of these 11 year old boys is already 6 feet tall. (picture it) He was laying next to a boy who is 4 feet tall and weighs maybe 75 lbs. HA! Around 4:30 in the morning I wake up to one boy walkin around the living room on his knees (i thought he was sleep walkin, but he said no) As I was getting him back on the blanket, I hear this heavy breathing, look down, and what is right up against my rear-end but the head of a boy!! I made him get back on the floor and laid full out on the couch. An hour later...he was nose to nose with me wide-eyed. If I was one to startle easy I believe he mighta got a smackin. The next mornin, as we were getting ready for church, I asked them about all of that...nobody remembered anything. Go figure. Thank goodness birthdays come but once a year!!!
Hope it won't be so long next time..this is fun for me! (told ya I'm a dork).. til later Missi
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The boy's birthday
Today the "bird" turned 11. He hates me calling him that by the way. And I'm not afraid to say that it hurts. He refers to today as "presidential day".
I reckon the poor boy thought I was gonna forget to do a party at school for him so he called me this morning. When I answered , I heard this quiet and pitiful voice say "Momma, can you bwing some cupcakes or something to school for snack since it's my burfday?" (he has a speech issue, which I think is adorable)
I had planned on bringing the usual but wanted it to be a surprise for once. Forget that!! At any rate, he got his cupcakes.
I am SUPERMOM after all. hahaha
Now, if I can just figure out a way to keep both of my babies from getting older, I will have conquered the world.
Til next time, love and blessings.....Missi
I reckon the poor boy thought I was gonna forget to do a party at school for him so he called me this morning. When I answered , I heard this quiet and pitiful voice say "Momma, can you bwing some cupcakes or something to school for snack since it's my burfday?" (he has a speech issue, which I think is adorable)
I had planned on bringing the usual but wanted it to be a surprise for once. Forget that!! At any rate, he got his cupcakes.
I am SUPERMOM after all. hahaha
Now, if I can just figure out a way to keep both of my babies from getting older, I will have conquered the world.
Til next time, love and blessings.....Missi
Monday, January 19, 2009
In my hands, I hold the UNIVERSE!!!
Well, today part of the drama team came over and we painted "the universe". Not to give away the drama, but the solar system is part of it. I had 7 teenagers and 1 tween in my house. Let me just say it was sooo much fun!! And sometimes almost a little.... not so nice. To get the picture, name the planets in your head. Ok now imagine that one (you know which one I mean) being used in every context possible. Being the "cool" grown up I am, I had to laugh. Plus, it was funny...for a while.
Even though we got a little nutty and acted silly, these kids never forgot why they were here. I just love them so much and am blessed to be a part of their lives. They totally rock!! Can't wait to see the finished drama.
Should find out about that job tomorrow. Oh please, please, please!!!
Til next time, love and blessings...Missi
Even though we got a little nutty and acted silly, these kids never forgot why they were here. I just love them so much and am blessed to be a part of their lives. They totally rock!! Can't wait to see the finished drama.
Should find out about that job tomorrow. Oh please, please, please!!!
Til next time, love and blessings...Missi
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I reckon I'll just tell on myself..
First of all, let me tell you just how excited I am to be doing these blogs. Even if nobody in the world ever reads them, I feel like I am actually doing something with my "spare time".
On that note... a couple of my friends had found said blog and either commented or read it. So I thought why not tell a few more friends. One friend in particular is a blogging goddess. She is a real pro at this stuff while I am not even a novice. At any rate when I tell her about my new wonderful blog she then asks, what the address so I can read it? That's when it happened...(dum du dum dum). I DID NOT KNOW!!! Ok I know what you're thinking, the same question she asked, then how do you get to it to blog. Well the answer is I guess dumb luck. I responded to her by saying "So & so found it." thinking she would be able to find it like them. Nope..she proceeded to make me find the address, trying with all of her will to explain where I could find said address and not to laugh in my face! I finally found it. Guess where it was....right where it belongs, at the top of the screen. Go figure. I pleaded with her not to tell anyone how extremely Dumb I had been. To which she sweetly responded,"You're not dumb, just special." Reckon she means short-bus special? Oh well, it is always good to laugh at yourself and to know you are apecial enough to someone else that they don't mind laughin at ya either.
Gotta get ready for church, just wanted to tell on myself so she wouldn't burst on the pew. hahaha. Missi
On that note... a couple of my friends had found said blog and either commented or read it. So I thought why not tell a few more friends. One friend in particular is a blogging goddess. She is a real pro at this stuff while I am not even a novice. At any rate when I tell her about my new wonderful blog she then asks, what the address so I can read it? That's when it happened...(dum du dum dum). I DID NOT KNOW!!! Ok I know what you're thinking, the same question she asked, then how do you get to it to blog. Well the answer is I guess dumb luck. I responded to her by saying "So & so found it." thinking she would be able to find it like them. Nope..she proceeded to make me find the address, trying with all of her will to explain where I could find said address and not to laugh in my face! I finally found it. Guess where it was....right where it belongs, at the top of the screen. Go figure. I pleaded with her not to tell anyone how extremely Dumb I had been. To which she sweetly responded,"You're not dumb, just special." Reckon she means short-bus special? Oh well, it is always good to laugh at yourself and to know you are apecial enough to someone else that they don't mind laughin at ya either.
Gotta get ready for church, just wanted to tell on myself so she wouldn't burst on the pew. hahaha. Missi
Saturday, January 17, 2009
An extra blessing...
You know you've been a mom for a little bit when...1)Your youngest child comes to you and says "Momma, I threw up in the sink." and the first thing you think is "Man, I just cleaned that bathroom." 2)You consider Hotpockets to be supper. While they wash it down with Mtn. Dew. 3)Just to get them out of the house and on the bus in the morning, you offer them a mint if they say the didn't brush their teeth. 4)Your most popular response to them is "in a minute". And of course there is the ever famous "You better be bleeding or close to death if I have to come in there!"
I know all of those sound awful, but for those of you who have been a Mother for at least 5 years, let's face it, the new has worn off and they are just not for fun and play pretties anymore. Even if your kids are good, and mine really are, there comes a time when you can't help but cringe when you hear the dreaded word...,"Momma". Sometimes there's even that glance toward your husband (who you know knows you're looking at him). Maybe you lock eyes and he says ever so lovingly..."What did he say?" It is at that moment you realize, he's playin dumb simply because it might hurt him to get out of the recliner. So, you put down your book or laptop or whatever and go see what the child needs. You go in a huff cuz you didn't want to get up either. You may sling open the door and begin with "What is it you need sooo bad that you can't bring yourself to me?" Yap, yap, yell, wave arms, look crazy, etc... Then he looks up at you with YOUR eyes and a love for you that no one will ever have on earth and says, "Can you tuck me in like a baby burrito and say my prayers with me, you do it better." Ok, can I just say WOW, my heart melted and broke at the same time.? I mean, WOW! Even though I had gone in there like he had asked me to re-carpet the house , he STILL wanted me to be there. What a love. What an amazing love our children have for us. Not only did I tuck him in like a baby burrito(inside story) and hugged him so tight I thought he would indeed throw up, but when I listened to "Now I lay me.." I cried silently and prayed to MY Father, thanking him for this boy and his need for his momma to tuck him in. After all..I do it better.
Until next time..God Bless you & yours. And mommas, tuck them in as many times as you can, you never know when you'll get an extra blessing.,
I know all of those sound awful, but for those of you who have been a Mother for at least 5 years, let's face it, the new has worn off and they are just not for fun and play pretties anymore. Even if your kids are good, and mine really are, there comes a time when you can't help but cringe when you hear the dreaded word...,"Momma". Sometimes there's even that glance toward your husband (who you know knows you're looking at him). Maybe you lock eyes and he says ever so lovingly..."What did he say?" It is at that moment you realize, he's playin dumb simply because it might hurt him to get out of the recliner. So, you put down your book or laptop or whatever and go see what the child needs. You go in a huff cuz you didn't want to get up either. You may sling open the door and begin with "What is it you need sooo bad that you can't bring yourself to me?" Yap, yap, yell, wave arms, look crazy, etc... Then he looks up at you with YOUR eyes and a love for you that no one will ever have on earth and says, "Can you tuck me in like a baby burrito and say my prayers with me, you do it better." Ok, can I just say WOW, my heart melted and broke at the same time.? I mean, WOW! Even though I had gone in there like he had asked me to re-carpet the house , he STILL wanted me to be there. What a love. What an amazing love our children have for us. Not only did I tuck him in like a baby burrito(inside story) and hugged him so tight I thought he would indeed throw up, but when I listened to "Now I lay me.." I cried silently and prayed to MY Father, thanking him for this boy and his need for his momma to tuck him in. After all..I do it better.
Until next time..God Bless you & yours. And mommas, tuck them in as many times as you can, you never know when you'll get an extra blessing.,
Friday, January 16, 2009
Caution...this is a looong story, but good.
Didya ever wanna just reach thru the phone and........gggrrrrr
I am more than ashamed of myself (as is the rest of my family) (and probably my neighbors if you get down right honest). I threw one of the biggest fits I have thrown in quite sometime. I mean to tell you I was HOT, mad as a wet hen, fit to be tied and all those other phrases that go along with actin a fool. And guess what it was over....give up? The stupid CELL-PHONE bill. I think you may understand better if you knew the heart ache we have suffered since November and the out-right lies we have been told. At any rate, the bill we got was somewhere in the neighborhood of $700.00!! Yes, that's American dollars. Now, we don't owe that much of course. I mean, I ain't got no friends in Budhapest for pete's sake. It was a mix up. But these "mix-ups" are happening EVERY MONTH!!!!! Between Jason & myself, we have talked to 8 people in the last 3 months. Can someone stop the insanity please??? I said all that to say this. The supervisor hung up on me! That's right girls, hung up on me. And you know what I was thinkin' right? "Hang up on me, oh noooo she didn't, she don't know who she's dealin with, I"ll....." and that's when it hit me, wonder what I said to her to make her have a snoot full and hang up on yours truly? Could it have been my bubbly personality? Maybe it was the way my voice just got a little louder with each sentence? Oh, I know, it had to be the way I just lit into her and reemed her out like she was the one who personally figured my bill, put it in the mail, and laughed all the way back to her desk? Yep, I bet that was it. I find it very amusing how we (by we I mean Christians) can sometimes go all kinda crazy on people in the comfort of our homes on the phone, and think we will not be noticed. And you know most of us don't fail to mention to the "victim" the fact that we are a Christian. I reckon sometimes I think God can't see through my roof. Laughin yet? (maybe it's just me) The second worst part of the whole cell phone fiasco is that Jason & I had our own yelling match. Poor guy, evrytime I have to talk on the phone with anyone for longer than 15 minutes, I turn into "Missi-she-devil" and shoot invisible lasers out of my eyes, snap my fingers at him like he's a poodle and find myself saying "sshh" a lot. I despise the phone. That's why God invented texting...hahah
Kaitlyn and I cleaned an office building today. We worked so hard. My housse is still dirty, but hey, nobody's paying me to clean it. hahaha
She did such a good job. I think she's getting to dread going anywhere alone with me cuz that's the time I use to "talk". I think she's just about over it. Yet, somehow I never tire of the subject of teen sex and how you should never never never never consider it. Did I make my point? No, really, I use scripture and try to make sure she has her own opinion.(mine)
I have to say that I am so very blessed. My family is awesome.
It didn't always used to be that way. I was raised in Soddy-Daisy, Tn. WOO HOO. Between my mom, granny, and aunts, I had plenty of love. The one thing I didn't have was Christ or church. My aunt Kathy was a believer. She was a member of the Church of Christ. I remember she would take me with my little cousin April and it would scare the mess out of me! When I got older, my mom and step dad bought a house and I had wonderful Christian neighbors who took me to vbs everytime momma would let me go. I will never forget that sweet, big ole preacher calling all of us who "didn't want to go to hell and burn in a lake of fire" to GET to that altar right that minute and say this prayer that would set us free. So I mad a Bee-line to the front of that Baptist church and knelt, all the while, looking around to see how many of my friends were there and looking with one eye open while we ALL repeated after him. When it was over, I would guess there were probably 40 or more kids down at that altar who believed they were saved. Now, I'm not tryin to say that some of them weren't. I just know I wasn't. I went on to live my life, eventually moved to live with my dad and step mom and finsh high school at Ider. Those two years were the roughest of my life. I don't mean rough because of school or my parents, I mean rough because I lived like HELL. The day I met my "best friend" at band camp, I brought a 24oz. cup of vodka and orange juice. You get what I mean by rough yet? We bacame fast friends, my dinking buddy and me, along with several others just like us. I spent the next 2 years for the most part in a drunken stupor. The worst part of all of that is I was the designated drunk driver. Hey, I was the best drunk driver I knew! I drove all my friends around, ALL THE TIME. Somehow I graduated high school and was given a choice by my parents: go to college or go to work. Work? Ha. So I decided to try college. Guess what..? I blew that too. Even though I was pretty smart, I was too dumb to show up for class. I was too busy partying and chasing afer the guy who is now my husband. (go figure) Oh but it gets better, we did something real smart. We decided to move in together. Cuz you know you have to see if you can live with somebody before you marry them, right? NOT!! All was well in our rat-infested, nearly condemned love shack and I mean shack. So we decided to get married. With NO money saved, no vehicle, no home, pretty much nothing but dreams and the love in our hearts. AAWWW. Barf. My parents begged us to go on a cruise to get married and take the money we would have spent and gotten as presents and use it for a house but nooo, I had to have that wedding. It was pretty and all but looking back now I know it wasn't sanctified because we weren't saved. I'm getting to a point I promise. (Aren't you enjoying the story though) We did in fact find a house. A real....fixer-upper for lack of a better term. Let's put it this way, when we bought it, there was a family of raccoons living in it and a couple of carcases in the living room. Thanks to our families, we were able to fix it up enough to live in it. In the process, I found out I was pregnant. The response I got from my step mom was "oh no". I, however, couldn't have been happier. (dumb,dumb,dumb) At the time we were staying in a pop-up camper on the property. We had lights but no water or phone or heat. We used a 5 gallon bucket for a lavatory (that's bathroom for us rednecks)and cooked on a coleman stove. Never happier though..really. Well, we had our daughter and tried to live a "good life" according to OUR standards. I quit my partying ways but my husband wasn't ready to turn lose just yet. About 2 years later we were expecting again. What do you know, I got the same response? This time we had a son. Man did I love that boy. Don't get me wrong, my daughter was perfect in every way and the love for her was unmatched. But for those mom's who have a son..you understand what I mean. He was polar opposite of his sissy. Attached to my hip.
A couple years into our "blissful" existance, I took the kids and left Jason. I just got our stuff together and went back to Soddy. It wasn't like it was spur of the moment but it sure shocked Jason. We stayed gone for about a year. The house was sold, everything he (we) had worked so hard for...gone just like that. I don't think I even gave it a second thought. I would bring Jason his kids on his weekends and he looked so awful at first but I didn't care, hey now, this was my time to catch up on what I had missed. I needed to party. After all, I was young, cute, and single (in my book). So party I did. A whole lot. So much so that I "celebrated" a few holes in my stomch. That's a story for another time. Excited?? I did things I would never tell anyone. God only knows. When I had moved my innocent, sweet babies 4 times, I finally decided it was enough. I came home with them. Only this time home was a little trailer that was a lot of years old with only 2 bedrooms. But we made it work. My marriage really wanted to be good. (does that make sense?) Jason didn't want to give up drinking and I chose not to honor my vows. We lived like that for awhile. Never in front of the kids, you know that makes it ok. As long as the kids don't SEE.
Well, my kids had some neighbors that invited them to vbs one week and they went and had the best time. The paastor's wife even came on Sunday's and Wednesday's and picked them up. Of course we were invited but you know you can't go to church til you get yourself all "straightened" up. That's what I believed. And, besides, I had said that whole prayer when I was little remeber? I was saved, I didn't need them folks making me all uncomfortable and having to get up, put on a dress, who needs that hassle? What happened next I never would have expected in a zillion years. I was at my sink washing dishes, Katie's at school, Jay's napping, and out of nowhere I started to tremble. And when I say tremble, I mean inside and out, it was unlike anything I've felt before or since. I dropped the glass I was washing and felt the urge, no the NEED to go to the foot of my bed and get on my knees. So I did. I don't remember a lot after that, just uncontrollable wailing & sobs and saying over and over "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" there was much much more. I know this because when I was finally able to look up and I got to my feet, Katie was coming in the house. Almost an hour and 1/2 had passed. That, my friends, was the day that the Holy Spirit reigned down on me and called me to His service to be SAVED, a child of the King, redeemed of everything I had done in my past. I don't mind telling you that it frightened me a little bit and it did Katie too. She thought I was hurt cuz I was cryin so hard. That afternoon, I called the lady across the road to find out what time church started the next morning and I was faithful to that little church for almost 2 years. I took the kids any time the doors were opened. I carried them to any revival I knew of. I took part in any service I could. Not bragging on me, but just to explain the zeal the Holy Spirit had instilled in me. It was a good time.,except we were missing Jason. His excuse was more ligit than mine though. See..he was raised in church so he already knew all that "God stuff". We begged and begged. I always told him about the sermons and Sunday school lessons and he listened so intently. Heck, he even hid his beer can when the preacher would come visit. After a while, he made sure he was gone on days he knew they were coming. When the kids and I moved our membership to another church, we were growing even more spiritually,except Jason.
On March 30,2003 I let the kids go to church with a friend while I slept (by then I was workin nights). After church,Kaitlyn and Jay came in like usual but this time Miss Trina followed. Katie sat on the couch while I was half in a daze and proceeded to tell me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her sweet face that she was SAVED. My initial reaction was "I missed it". I thought in my head of course. Outwardly I grabbed her sweet little self and squeezed and cried and probably almost burst her eardrum. See, I knew what she was feeling, so that made me so happy for her. Then my next thought was about Jason. And no sooner could I finish my thought & she asked me, "Can Daddy come to my baptism?" My heart was so heavy. I knew how deeply he loved that little girl, but I also knew how he felt about church. I felt like God had been dealing with him for a while now so of course I had it all played out in my mind, he would go see her be baptized and BAM..he'd be saved!! How bout that for MY will be done?
Later that evening, after he had successfully avoided visitation, he came home. Katie wasted no time. She jumped on his lap and told him all about being saved. She told him how it was even before the preacher preached, they were just singing and she said she started crying and felt like she needed to pray so she asked Trina to go with her. Even now I cry when I picture that innocent little freckled face with tears streaming down it asking a grown up to go with her to do what must have been the scariest feeling in her little life. (she was only 9) . After she finished telling him and inviting him, he looked at me kinda wanting me to doubt that her experience was genuine. Wasn't gonna happen. So, he was left with no choice. After all, he rarely said no to the girl.
One week later, I was up at 5 am ready to get breakfast made, clothes ready and out the door with time to spare, not to mention I couldn't sleep. We got ready and got there. I couldn't tell you what any of us were wearing or if we even matched, but we made it. Keep in mind that these people have been hearing about and praying for Jason for about a year.(some even longer). So, in keeping with your average baptist manner, they all had to hug his neck and shake his hand. There were a few people to be baptized that day so to "kick things off" the pastor had the congregation gather around the whole sanctuary, hold hands and sing that song that says "Brethren pray and Holy manna will be showered all around" Can't think of the name. (i told u i'm a dork).
We had our hands joined and raised, then most of us went to the altar. (it was a very spiritual day)
I was praying and praying that the Lord be so real to us that day and bless the baptism and thanking Him for Kaitlyn's salvation, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Ok, ladies, you know when you are deep in prayer you HEAR the Lord right, well I thought I felt Him tappin on my shoulder, ok? I didn't even raise my head, then I heard a woman's voice (whew) say the sweetest words I've ever heard. "You can get up, darlin, your prayers have been answered." (i'm boo-hooing now as i remember this) I looked up and to my left was the most precious thing I've ever seen. My husband wasn't on his knees, honey, he was on his FACE sobbing with his whole body surrendering to the Christ. Woo! I couldn't even pray with him. I just sat there on my knees with my hands lifted crying over and over to God "Thank You" When I did look again, our baby girl was there petting his back and wiping his tears. That moment was so unexplainable. My family was completed on that day.
Did I mention that while we were singing, Jason was sitting alone on the pew? One of our friends ,when telling the story, mentions that fact. He puts it better than I can. He said Jason could not have been in a better place. We made that circle around him.
When he was able, he did say a few words. I don't remember much cuz well you know, the emotions. I do know, as shy as he always had been, he stood in front of over 120 people including his momma and told us how he loved the Lord. He thanked everyone for the prayers. I don't remember much else.
I do know that I got a new husband that day. And I do know that the devil was on his job a whole whole lot after that. And he still is everyday. But satan can't stand to lose and I'm happy to say he lost a whole family. Hate that dude...NOT. I am proud to say that Jason has tried his best to walk in the faith and lead his family the same way. He is a good man ,a good husband ,and a good father, but most of all, he is a good SON (of Christ).
I sure didn't mean to write this long and I don't know if anyone will want to take the time to read it but I just felt like it needed to be told.
Next time if there is one,..maybe I will tell you how blessed he is to have me.hahaha Or the story of how we met and he fell so in love with me...can you blame him hahahah..
Until next time......Love in Him, Missi
I am more than ashamed of myself (as is the rest of my family) (and probably my neighbors if you get down right honest). I threw one of the biggest fits I have thrown in quite sometime. I mean to tell you I was HOT, mad as a wet hen, fit to be tied and all those other phrases that go along with actin a fool. And guess what it was over....give up? The stupid CELL-PHONE bill. I think you may understand better if you knew the heart ache we have suffered since November and the out-right lies we have been told. At any rate, the bill we got was somewhere in the neighborhood of $700.00!! Yes, that's American dollars. Now, we don't owe that much of course. I mean, I ain't got no friends in Budhapest for pete's sake. It was a mix up. But these "mix-ups" are happening EVERY MONTH!!!!! Between Jason & myself, we have talked to 8 people in the last 3 months. Can someone stop the insanity please??? I said all that to say this. The supervisor hung up on me! That's right girls, hung up on me. And you know what I was thinkin' right? "Hang up on me, oh noooo she didn't, she don't know who she's dealin with, I"ll....." and that's when it hit me, wonder what I said to her to make her have a snoot full and hang up on yours truly? Could it have been my bubbly personality? Maybe it was the way my voice just got a little louder with each sentence? Oh, I know, it had to be the way I just lit into her and reemed her out like she was the one who personally figured my bill, put it in the mail, and laughed all the way back to her desk? Yep, I bet that was it. I find it very amusing how we (by we I mean Christians) can sometimes go all kinda crazy on people in the comfort of our homes on the phone, and think we will not be noticed. And you know most of us don't fail to mention to the "victim" the fact that we are a Christian. I reckon sometimes I think God can't see through my roof. Laughin yet? (maybe it's just me) The second worst part of the whole cell phone fiasco is that Jason & I had our own yelling match. Poor guy, evrytime I have to talk on the phone with anyone for longer than 15 minutes, I turn into "Missi-she-devil" and shoot invisible lasers out of my eyes, snap my fingers at him like he's a poodle and find myself saying "sshh" a lot. I despise the phone. That's why God invented texting...hahah
Kaitlyn and I cleaned an office building today. We worked so hard. My housse is still dirty, but hey, nobody's paying me to clean it. hahaha
She did such a good job. I think she's getting to dread going anywhere alone with me cuz that's the time I use to "talk". I think she's just about over it. Yet, somehow I never tire of the subject of teen sex and how you should never never never never consider it. Did I make my point? No, really, I use scripture and try to make sure she has her own opinion.(mine)
I have to say that I am so very blessed. My family is awesome.
It didn't always used to be that way. I was raised in Soddy-Daisy, Tn. WOO HOO. Between my mom, granny, and aunts, I had plenty of love. The one thing I didn't have was Christ or church. My aunt Kathy was a believer. She was a member of the Church of Christ. I remember she would take me with my little cousin April and it would scare the mess out of me! When I got older, my mom and step dad bought a house and I had wonderful Christian neighbors who took me to vbs everytime momma would let me go. I will never forget that sweet, big ole preacher calling all of us who "didn't want to go to hell and burn in a lake of fire" to GET to that altar right that minute and say this prayer that would set us free. So I mad a Bee-line to the front of that Baptist church and knelt, all the while, looking around to see how many of my friends were there and looking with one eye open while we ALL repeated after him. When it was over, I would guess there were probably 40 or more kids down at that altar who believed they were saved. Now, I'm not tryin to say that some of them weren't. I just know I wasn't. I went on to live my life, eventually moved to live with my dad and step mom and finsh high school at Ider. Those two years were the roughest of my life. I don't mean rough because of school or my parents, I mean rough because I lived like HELL. The day I met my "best friend" at band camp, I brought a 24oz. cup of vodka and orange juice. You get what I mean by rough yet? We bacame fast friends, my dinking buddy and me, along with several others just like us. I spent the next 2 years for the most part in a drunken stupor. The worst part of all of that is I was the designated drunk driver. Hey, I was the best drunk driver I knew! I drove all my friends around, ALL THE TIME. Somehow I graduated high school and was given a choice by my parents: go to college or go to work. Work? Ha. So I decided to try college. Guess what..? I blew that too. Even though I was pretty smart, I was too dumb to show up for class. I was too busy partying and chasing afer the guy who is now my husband. (go figure) Oh but it gets better, we did something real smart. We decided to move in together. Cuz you know you have to see if you can live with somebody before you marry them, right? NOT!! All was well in our rat-infested, nearly condemned love shack and I mean shack. So we decided to get married. With NO money saved, no vehicle, no home, pretty much nothing but dreams and the love in our hearts. AAWWW. Barf. My parents begged us to go on a cruise to get married and take the money we would have spent and gotten as presents and use it for a house but nooo, I had to have that wedding. It was pretty and all but looking back now I know it wasn't sanctified because we weren't saved. I'm getting to a point I promise. (Aren't you enjoying the story though) We did in fact find a house. A real....fixer-upper for lack of a better term. Let's put it this way, when we bought it, there was a family of raccoons living in it and a couple of carcases in the living room. Thanks to our families, we were able to fix it up enough to live in it. In the process, I found out I was pregnant. The response I got from my step mom was "oh no". I, however, couldn't have been happier. (dumb,dumb,dumb) At the time we were staying in a pop-up camper on the property. We had lights but no water or phone or heat. We used a 5 gallon bucket for a lavatory (that's bathroom for us rednecks)and cooked on a coleman stove. Never happier though..really. Well, we had our daughter and tried to live a "good life" according to OUR standards. I quit my partying ways but my husband wasn't ready to turn lose just yet. About 2 years later we were expecting again. What do you know, I got the same response? This time we had a son. Man did I love that boy. Don't get me wrong, my daughter was perfect in every way and the love for her was unmatched. But for those mom's who have a son..you understand what I mean. He was polar opposite of his sissy. Attached to my hip.
A couple years into our "blissful" existance, I took the kids and left Jason. I just got our stuff together and went back to Soddy. It wasn't like it was spur of the moment but it sure shocked Jason. We stayed gone for about a year. The house was sold, everything he (we) had worked so hard for...gone just like that. I don't think I even gave it a second thought. I would bring Jason his kids on his weekends and he looked so awful at first but I didn't care, hey now, this was my time to catch up on what I had missed. I needed to party. After all, I was young, cute, and single (in my book). So party I did. A whole lot. So much so that I "celebrated" a few holes in my stomch. That's a story for another time. Excited?? I did things I would never tell anyone. God only knows. When I had moved my innocent, sweet babies 4 times, I finally decided it was enough. I came home with them. Only this time home was a little trailer that was a lot of years old with only 2 bedrooms. But we made it work. My marriage really wanted to be good. (does that make sense?) Jason didn't want to give up drinking and I chose not to honor my vows. We lived like that for awhile. Never in front of the kids, you know that makes it ok. As long as the kids don't SEE.
Well, my kids had some neighbors that invited them to vbs one week and they went and had the best time. The paastor's wife even came on Sunday's and Wednesday's and picked them up. Of course we were invited but you know you can't go to church til you get yourself all "straightened" up. That's what I believed. And, besides, I had said that whole prayer when I was little remeber? I was saved, I didn't need them folks making me all uncomfortable and having to get up, put on a dress, who needs that hassle? What happened next I never would have expected in a zillion years. I was at my sink washing dishes, Katie's at school, Jay's napping, and out of nowhere I started to tremble. And when I say tremble, I mean inside and out, it was unlike anything I've felt before or since. I dropped the glass I was washing and felt the urge, no the NEED to go to the foot of my bed and get on my knees. So I did. I don't remember a lot after that, just uncontrollable wailing & sobs and saying over and over "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" there was much much more. I know this because when I was finally able to look up and I got to my feet, Katie was coming in the house. Almost an hour and 1/2 had passed. That, my friends, was the day that the Holy Spirit reigned down on me and called me to His service to be SAVED, a child of the King, redeemed of everything I had done in my past. I don't mind telling you that it frightened me a little bit and it did Katie too. She thought I was hurt cuz I was cryin so hard. That afternoon, I called the lady across the road to find out what time church started the next morning and I was faithful to that little church for almost 2 years. I took the kids any time the doors were opened. I carried them to any revival I knew of. I took part in any service I could. Not bragging on me, but just to explain the zeal the Holy Spirit had instilled in me. It was a good time.,except we were missing Jason. His excuse was more ligit than mine though. See..he was raised in church so he already knew all that "God stuff". We begged and begged. I always told him about the sermons and Sunday school lessons and he listened so intently. Heck, he even hid his beer can when the preacher would come visit. After a while, he made sure he was gone on days he knew they were coming. When the kids and I moved our membership to another church, we were growing even more spiritually,except Jason.
On March 30,2003 I let the kids go to church with a friend while I slept (by then I was workin nights). After church,Kaitlyn and Jay came in like usual but this time Miss Trina followed. Katie sat on the couch while I was half in a daze and proceeded to tell me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her sweet face that she was SAVED. My initial reaction was "I missed it". I thought in my head of course. Outwardly I grabbed her sweet little self and squeezed and cried and probably almost burst her eardrum. See, I knew what she was feeling, so that made me so happy for her. Then my next thought was about Jason. And no sooner could I finish my thought & she asked me, "Can Daddy come to my baptism?" My heart was so heavy. I knew how deeply he loved that little girl, but I also knew how he felt about church. I felt like God had been dealing with him for a while now so of course I had it all played out in my mind, he would go see her be baptized and BAM..he'd be saved!! How bout that for MY will be done?
Later that evening, after he had successfully avoided visitation, he came home. Katie wasted no time. She jumped on his lap and told him all about being saved. She told him how it was even before the preacher preached, they were just singing and she said she started crying and felt like she needed to pray so she asked Trina to go with her. Even now I cry when I picture that innocent little freckled face with tears streaming down it asking a grown up to go with her to do what must have been the scariest feeling in her little life. (she was only 9) . After she finished telling him and inviting him, he looked at me kinda wanting me to doubt that her experience was genuine. Wasn't gonna happen. So, he was left with no choice. After all, he rarely said no to the girl.
One week later, I was up at 5 am ready to get breakfast made, clothes ready and out the door with time to spare, not to mention I couldn't sleep. We got ready and got there. I couldn't tell you what any of us were wearing or if we even matched, but we made it. Keep in mind that these people have been hearing about and praying for Jason for about a year.(some even longer). So, in keeping with your average baptist manner, they all had to hug his neck and shake his hand. There were a few people to be baptized that day so to "kick things off" the pastor had the congregation gather around the whole sanctuary, hold hands and sing that song that says "Brethren pray and Holy manna will be showered all around" Can't think of the name. (i told u i'm a dork).
We had our hands joined and raised, then most of us went to the altar. (it was a very spiritual day)
I was praying and praying that the Lord be so real to us that day and bless the baptism and thanking Him for Kaitlyn's salvation, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Ok, ladies, you know when you are deep in prayer you HEAR the Lord right, well I thought I felt Him tappin on my shoulder, ok? I didn't even raise my head, then I heard a woman's voice (whew) say the sweetest words I've ever heard. "You can get up, darlin, your prayers have been answered." (i'm boo-hooing now as i remember this) I looked up and to my left was the most precious thing I've ever seen. My husband wasn't on his knees, honey, he was on his FACE sobbing with his whole body surrendering to the Christ. Woo! I couldn't even pray with him. I just sat there on my knees with my hands lifted crying over and over to God "Thank You" When I did look again, our baby girl was there petting his back and wiping his tears. That moment was so unexplainable. My family was completed on that day.
Did I mention that while we were singing, Jason was sitting alone on the pew? One of our friends ,when telling the story, mentions that fact. He puts it better than I can. He said Jason could not have been in a better place. We made that circle around him.
When he was able, he did say a few words. I don't remember much cuz well you know, the emotions. I do know, as shy as he always had been, he stood in front of over 120 people including his momma and told us how he loved the Lord. He thanked everyone for the prayers. I don't remember much else.
I do know that I got a new husband that day. And I do know that the devil was on his job a whole whole lot after that. And he still is everyday. But satan can't stand to lose and I'm happy to say he lost a whole family. Hate that dude...NOT. I am proud to say that Jason has tried his best to walk in the faith and lead his family the same way. He is a good man ,a good husband ,and a good father, but most of all, he is a good SON (of Christ).
I sure didn't mean to write this long and I don't know if anyone will want to take the time to read it but I just felt like it needed to be told.
Next time if there is one,..maybe I will tell you how blessed he is to have me.hahaha Or the story of how we met and he fell so in love with me...can you blame him hahahah..
Until next time......Love in Him, Missi
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Not so patiently waitng...
January 15th, 2009
I told ya I would have a hard time wth being faithful to this blog every day. I wanted to write something yesterday but had a little bit of a belly issue (i won't go into detail &I'm sure you will thank me).
I am sooooo nervous waiting to hear about a job that I interviewed for on Monday. It is so perfect and I so need it. We so need it. I want nothing more than to take some stress off of Jason and this job would be just the ticket. I have been running around here snappin people's heads off and behaving like a crazed woman from a psycho movie!! I praise God for a family who understands that sometimes momma gets a tad bit nutso.
I had to miss drama practice last night and church. I feel better today, well except for the big nerve ball in the pit of my stomach and the lump in my throat, sweaty palms, nervous tick....etc. Other than that, I feel like a million "ducks" (that is what we like to call in the Spurgin house a "katieism).
Anyway, I guess we are caught up. I am now going to try to do some house work while I pick up the phone every 5 minutes to make sure it is still working.
I'd say wish me luck but I don't believe in luck...pray. Mostly pray that I quit telling God what to do!!! I need to remember He knows what His will is and he don't need no Sand Mtn. chic telling Him "oh please let your will be to for me to get this job"......can I get a DUH-HUH?
Until next time....your sister in Christ (and sometimes crazy) hahaha....Missi
I told ya I would have a hard time wth being faithful to this blog every day. I wanted to write something yesterday but had a little bit of a belly issue (i won't go into detail &I'm sure you will thank me).
I am sooooo nervous waiting to hear about a job that I interviewed for on Monday. It is so perfect and I so need it. We so need it. I want nothing more than to take some stress off of Jason and this job would be just the ticket. I have been running around here snappin people's heads off and behaving like a crazed woman from a psycho movie!! I praise God for a family who understands that sometimes momma gets a tad bit nutso.
I had to miss drama practice last night and church. I feel better today, well except for the big nerve ball in the pit of my stomach and the lump in my throat, sweaty palms, nervous tick....etc. Other than that, I feel like a million "ducks" (that is what we like to call in the Spurgin house a "katieism).
Anyway, I guess we are caught up. I am now going to try to do some house work while I pick up the phone every 5 minutes to make sure it is still working.
I'd say wish me luck but I don't believe in luck...pray. Mostly pray that I quit telling God what to do!!! I need to remember He knows what His will is and he don't need no Sand Mtn. chic telling Him "oh please let your will be to for me to get this job"......can I get a DUH-HUH?
Until next time....your sister in Christ (and sometimes crazy) hahaha....Missi
Monday, January 12, 2009
WOW! I have a blog!! (what a dork)
January 12, 2009
Woo Hoo!! I am officially a blogger! I have wanted to do this forever, but have not made the time. There is of course no guarantee that I will be faithful in this daily, but I'm sure gonna give it the ole college try. My pastor's wife has mentioned the youth trip that our church went on in her blog but I feel so compelled to mention it again. I personally have never been a part of anything so powerful. The holy spirit moved amongst 6000 people in what was the most awe insipiring thing I have ever witnessed. Just the hush among all of those people was enough to make every hair on my body stand at attention. Oh, did I mention that the majority of these 6000 were TEENAGERS?! For those of you who have never had the privelage to parent a teen or spend any time whatsoever with a teen, I'd like to offer mine, no really, you remember being a teenager...the last place most of us would have been at age 14,15,16, is a Christian conference. Even if there was really, really, loud music! Looking out amidst those kids and seeing them lift there hands in praise and sing along with Third Day just totally blew my mind. God is good. 6 of our kids accepted Christ as their personal Savior on that trip, one more when we got back, and one asked to be baptized. So how's that for the work of the Holy Spirit? Can I get an Amen??
Our youth is also taking part in a drama team. Two wonderful ladies at church have started this drama team and let me tell you WOO..it is so cool. When I first saw their black light performance to Casting Crowns' "Who am I?" I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. I did it the 2nd and 3rd time too. I'm a little sappy. I'm proud to say that I get to be a part of the next one they are doing. And not just playing with the baby either. (inside story) If anyone reading this is not familiar with the drama team..go to iderbaptist.com and check it out. You will not be disappointed.
I read my pastor's wife's blog tonight and saw her mention of our service on Sunday. Man was that something else? I just have to give a big shout out to our pastor for obeying the Lord. (even if our toes got stepped on) My husband always says if your feelings get hurt by the message, you needed it. I believe it, too. I know our church has been praying and praying for revival. I truly believe that revival has to start in the congregation. When we are "prayed up" and receptive to what the Holy Spirit has to say then and only then can revival begin in our church in our families and in our community. No, I am not a preacher..hahaha. I just love the Lord and love my pastor and his zeal for the Lord. His love for his family,church and the TRUTH!!!
Good grief, I have just rambled on and on. I hope not to do this each time, again, no promises...
Until next time.... Missi
Woo Hoo!! I am officially a blogger! I have wanted to do this forever, but have not made the time. There is of course no guarantee that I will be faithful in this daily, but I'm sure gonna give it the ole college try. My pastor's wife has mentioned the youth trip that our church went on in her blog but I feel so compelled to mention it again. I personally have never been a part of anything so powerful. The holy spirit moved amongst 6000 people in what was the most awe insipiring thing I have ever witnessed. Just the hush among all of those people was enough to make every hair on my body stand at attention. Oh, did I mention that the majority of these 6000 were TEENAGERS?! For those of you who have never had the privelage to parent a teen or spend any time whatsoever with a teen, I'd like to offer mine, no really, you remember being a teenager...the last place most of us would have been at age 14,15,16, is a Christian conference. Even if there was really, really, loud music! Looking out amidst those kids and seeing them lift there hands in praise and sing along with Third Day just totally blew my mind. God is good. 6 of our kids accepted Christ as their personal Savior on that trip, one more when we got back, and one asked to be baptized. So how's that for the work of the Holy Spirit? Can I get an Amen??
Our youth is also taking part in a drama team. Two wonderful ladies at church have started this drama team and let me tell you WOO..it is so cool. When I first saw their black light performance to Casting Crowns' "Who am I?" I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. I did it the 2nd and 3rd time too. I'm a little sappy. I'm proud to say that I get to be a part of the next one they are doing. And not just playing with the baby either. (inside story) If anyone reading this is not familiar with the drama team..go to iderbaptist.com and check it out. You will not be disappointed.
I read my pastor's wife's blog tonight and saw her mention of our service on Sunday. Man was that something else? I just have to give a big shout out to our pastor for obeying the Lord. (even if our toes got stepped on) My husband always says if your feelings get hurt by the message, you needed it. I believe it, too. I know our church has been praying and praying for revival. I truly believe that revival has to start in the congregation. When we are "prayed up" and receptive to what the Holy Spirit has to say then and only then can revival begin in our church in our families and in our community. No, I am not a preacher..hahaha. I just love the Lord and love my pastor and his zeal for the Lord. His love for his family,church and the TRUTH!!!
Good grief, I have just rambled on and on. I hope not to do this each time, again, no promises...
Until next time.... Missi
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