I have a tree in my front yard that fiercely holds on to its leaves. I don’t know if it is trying to prove something, or wants to win some sort of tree competition, but EVERY SINGLE YEAR the leaves wait so long to come down.
I have a tree in my front yard that fiercely holds on to its leaves. I don’t know if it is trying to prove something, or wants to win some sort of tree competition, but EVERY SINGLE YEAR the leaves wait so long to come down.
I have strong opinions on disciple-making, and I went in with a critical eye of what to expect from these organizations. Thankfully, they didn’t disappoint. We spent hours talking about what disciple-making looks like in the local church, and it was intriguing to hear people discuss a call back to authentic community. One of the major themes this year is that people wanted to be connected in deeply personal relationships.
Today is kind of a crazy day for me. Today, Nov 1, is the day I officially started at Centerville UMC three years ago. Three years! I can’t believe how fast the time has gone, and I can’t believe all that God has done in our community in three years.
Four years of blogging. Four years! I spent as many years blogging as I did in high school. Crazy to think about this whole adventure, It has been one of the most consistent things in my life. I have learned so much from blogging that I thought I would share with you some of my biggest lessons learned:
Have you ever met someone that you just connected with immediately?
That’s the way it was with me and Corey. I walked into United Theological Seminary and immediately sought the sanctuary of the corner, I don’t know if you know this or not, but the people who aren’t sure about what’s going to happen like to hide in the corner.
I’m convinced that a to-do list is a tool of the devil. I mean, think about it. Have you ever noticed how they just keep growing? And eventually, you run out of the room so you have to start another one? And soon you have a to-do list of to-do lists. I don’t know about you, but sometimes my to-do list feels like I’m watching the creek rise. It gets higher and higher, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I like to get stuff done.
I wouldn’t call myself a workaholic, but I would say that I’m driven and certainly passionate. I often describe myself as intense. It’s just who I am, it’s not good, it’s not bad, but a reality that I face every time I look in the mirror.
My birthday is this week, and on Sunday when I turn 37 years young I will again prepare for another trip around the Sun. Sometimes (and I’m sure I’m not the only person to do this) I sit back and think about how suddenly I became a grown up. I don’t feel like a grown up, and if it weren’t for all the grown-up responsibilities I have I would emphatically deny it.
One full week. We are one full week into school and the rhythmic change to our lives is noticeable. Honestly, I think we all just want summer back. We want the days of no “real” schedule, of sleeping in, of not being rushed. In our first week back we almost missed the bus once, one child forgot her school ID, and the big child has been grumpier than I’ve ever seen him.