I have a serious issue with overcommitting – I pretty much think that I can do anything at anytime. I also think that I can squeeze in one more thing on any given day; I mean: Who doesn’t have time for one more meeting?
Dear Shiloh,
This is one of those moments that I want to make sure you remember. Right now you are young (and adorable), and one of the problems with that is that sometimes we forget. I don’t want your to forget what you mom is doing for you, and for other little girls like you.
My eyes were half open when I could see the red outline of the alarm clock. It read, “3:00 am”. I was disturbed by what sounded like a heard of elephants. Rather than elephants, it was my five-year-old making a trip from his bed to ours. He doesn’t do it that often, but when he does join us it disrupts everything. Even though we have a king-sized bed, it still manages to mess up uninterrupted sleep.
This week I will say goodbye to yet another friend in ministry. His ministry context is changing and, as a result, he has been called to move far away to start the next chapter of his God-calling.
Do you smell that? It smells like the roasting of a delicious turkey, stuffing gently placed on the table, the holidays beginning to permeate the air. All the while your marriage is thrown into a jolt of chaos because routine has been obliterated. From mandatory holiday parties to staying up late so that you can get that green bean casserole done for tomorrow’s event. The holidays have a unique way of taking mild-mannered people and converting them to sleep-deprived zombies that could co-star on the set of The Walking Dead.
We as a church have been very intentional about showing you exactly how to handle these situations, but the one thing that we haven’t talked about is the root of it all. The root of all of this is one thing, and it is something we all have: FEAR.
When I think about how often people fail at something it usually goes back to one thought – they didn’t have enough support. They didn’t have a team, they didn’t have a group of people to stand beside them when the struggle of life becomes too much.
Well, this week marks the second full year of blogging. I am always so surprised when I think about it because the time has really gone quite fast.
When Karen and I were younger we had a name for thinking about all the things that could happen. We called them the “what if” statements. I’m sure you played that game before.
The next four blogs will be centered on the sermon series at Centerville UMC. You can watch all the replays here and join us for church on Sunday at 9 or 11am. The series is called Separated and it is about all the things that make us feel separated from God.