A Memorial Weekend

Our weekend began on Friday with a trip to Galveston Island. Redonia invited Madeline, my niece to join the fun. We enjoyed lunch on the upper deck at The Spot, one of our favs. Then we took the ferry to Crystal Beach. The girls didn’t go prepared to swim but just couldn’t resist the water. Kent and I had fun relaxing in the sun to the sounds of the crashing waves. Before heading back across Houston we enjoyed a stop at Marble Slab Creamery.

Saturday, was a lazy morning around the house followed by a time of outreach in the afternoon. It just would not be right to let a Saturday go by without spending time with some of my new friends. Later that evening Redonia joined us for dinner at Rockfish Grill. Afterwards we enjoyed spending the evening relaxing at Barnes and Noble.

The past couple of years CUPC enjoyed a patriotic morning service Memorial Weekend. This service is complete with patriotic music, flag ceremony, and a tribute to our veterans. We dress patriotic casual. The red, white and blue on the stage is really pretty! This year we met back at the church for watermelon, fun and games after lunch. The children enjoy the moonwalk while many of the men enjoy playing basketball. Kent enjoyed a ride in Mike Primeaux's new Miata.

Redonia decided she would like to spend a little more time at the beach. This morning we got up and made our way back to Crystal Beach. After leaving Crystal Beach we took the ferry across to Galveston Island and enjoyed a seafood dinner at Fish Tales. Tonight my face, neck and arms looks much like the logo of a seafood chain, “Red Lobster”. I may regret the final trip in the interest of Trent’s wedding only 1.5 wks away. I am wearing a red silk dupioni suit and my skin may blend quite nicely!

Tonight as I sit in my living room thinking of our relaxing Memorial Weekend, I miss my buddy, Rev. Guy C. Broadway, a military and ministry hero. I trust across the nation we have given consideration to the reason we celebrate Memorial Day.

The flag pictured to the left was presented to the Broadway family at Bro. Broadway's funeral in honor of his many years of service to the UPCI. It was flown over the UPCI Headquarters in Saint Louis, Missouri.



Awaiting Trent to get home, I sit in my chair thankful for America! God Bless the USA!!!!

Stressed Turned to Desserts

Reversing the 'WORD'

Life has been busy and stressed…

CUPC…stressed
CCS year end activities…stressed
Wedding…stressed
Health...stressed
Outreach…stressed
Life…stressed

After Kent meets a delivery person at the church...

We plan to REVERSE the word…

We are running a way to Galveston…

We will open the sun roof…

Turn off the talk shows and turn on the music…

Late last night I asked Redonia if she wanted to escape with us…

“Oh yes, Mom, can I take Madeline (my adorable niece) I want to take her pictures on the beach”…

I’m packing the lawn chairs, bottled water, books, and a few magazines…

My photographer, Redonia will take her camera, laptop, gum, books, and Madeline...

I know we will find ice cream, candy, cookies, pies or cake...
Who knows I may find all of them!!

Stressed today will become DESSERTS...

Just do it!

When a friend is in trouble,

don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do.

Think up something appropriate and do it.
- Edgar Watson Howe

A first for me

I love first time events. Reoccurences never equal them. You know the first time your baby giggles, rolls over, takes a first step, the first solo you child is given in the children’s choir, your first rose, and on and on the list rolls. If you have been to my husband’s blog you know he beat me to the post. Kent referred to my first time event as a refreshing drink of cool water. Since only a couple years I’ve made myself drink lots of water I would rather refer to it as something more enjoyable. Maybe it was the pecan pie with ice cream or Italian cream cake to the wonderful southern meal of pork chops, cream style corn, peas, buttered potatoes, sweet cornbread, and sweet tea that my Mom cooked for dinner.

We had a sectional conference and I normally always go. This time I just simply felt I could not push myself another inch. I stayed home and worked on some wedding details, some church things, and even relaxed reading a few blogs and headlines. The house phone rang a few times and I just could not drag myself out of the chair to answer. I thought if anyone really needed me they would call my cell phone laying in the chair beside me. Just after 9:00 pm the phone rang. I decided to answer. The caller on the other end said “Sis. Smith I have been thinking about you today and I just wanted to call and make sure you are ok.” Now this minister’s wife has NEVER called me nor have I ever called her. In fact I don't know if our husbands have even communicated except at a conference or camp meeting. She was just mindful of me. She will NEVER know what this phone call meant to me. We have been in full-time ministry for 23 or 24 years and this was absolutely the first time anyone has called to let me know they were thinking about me. Oh we have close ministry friends that call and I call them. This is someone that I admire greatly who took the time to call me on a day I needed it most. Now my admiration is even greater for this dear lady.

As Kent posted it made me want to call more people or send a note to simply say I care! This phone call gave the feeling that not only was Sis. ______ mindful of me but God is also mindful of me. We all know that we can be “Jesus” to the lost world who may not know Him. Tonight I had “Jesus” sweep into my home as I chatted with someone who called to let me know she cared. I’m thankful I stayed home. I would not have wanted to miss the call. I’m glad for some strange reason I decided I needed to take the call. I hope this post will encourage each of us to be thoughtful of others. All my cares seemed to vanish. I hope each of you experience a smile today.

Ramblings of my thoughts...

Being a pastor's wife is a high calling and a great joy; a great responsibility and a great blessing. It is a rare gift from God. There are many demands, but the joys far outweigh the pressures. As minister’s wives, it is of utmost importance we know who we are in Christ. We must be focused on pleasing Him first and foremost. Rick Warren stated, "I don't know all the keys to success, but I know one sure key to failure, and that is to try to please everybody." I know that apart from God, I can do nothing (John 15:5) and I wouldn't trade my calling as a pastor's wife for anything else. I love every church member of CUPC and I love the lost of Conroe. I truly pray that I can see both those in the church and out of the church through eyes of compassion and mercy. I know God is a friend that is near. I treasure the times that we are able to spend with our friends in ministry. I wish more ministers’ wives blogged so we could stay ‘connected’. Tonight I sit in my living room thanking God for not only CUPC family but the UPCI ministry family. I hope your Sunday was successful and pray God will bless your week with His strength and purpose.

Refreshing

How refreshing to kneel at the altar and talk to God! Tamia, a precious Mother to a couple of children of the van route enjoyed our Mother’s Day service. She decided to visit again last night. I’m so thankful she felt the sweet presence of the Lord from the very beginning of service. Kent began service by inviting the congregation to the altar. What an honor to follow Tamia to the altar and kneel in prayer with her! During praise and worship she lifted her hands to God as tears began to wash her weary countenance. At the close of the Bible Study the invitation was given to return to the altar. It appeared Tamia could not get there quick enough. Again she and I knelt at the foot of the pulpit. Sweet tears coursed each of our cheeks as we responded to God. Kent prayed with us and Tamia felt God in such a powerful way. I know God is going to meet the needs of my friend and her family. After service Tamia enjoyed the hugs of so many of the sweet ladies of CUPC. Tamia received strength from God to endure the remaining part of the week. She plans to be in service again Sunday. The presence of the Lord is refreshing to the soul.

Last night I went to bed feeling refreshed in my mind and Spirit. Today I will enjoy a refreshing day at a day spa compliments of CUPC. Last night Tamia visited church because she just wanted to be there not because we were giving anything away as we did Sunday. As I blogged yesterday He’s Been Faithful, God knew I needed a little boost in my outreach. I know with a refreshed body and soul the outreach efforts I plan for Friday and Saturday will surely feel the effects. I anticipate even more adult visitors from Tall Timbers on Sunday. I’m thankful for the refreshing I feel today.

He's Been Faithful

Early this morning I began to hum this song. I caught myself singing it as I went about my responsibilities at the church. He has truly been faithful. As I prepare this blog I pray each of you will enjoy His faithfulness regardless of your situation…

Through Every Pain Every Tear
There's A God Who's Been Faithful To Me

When My Strength Was All Gone
When My Heart Had No Song
Still In Love He's Proved Faithful To Me

Every Word He's Promised Is True
What I Thought Was Impossible
I've Seen My God Do

He's Been Faithful
Faithful To Me
Looking Back He's Love And Mercy I See
Though In My Heart I Have Questioned
And Failed To Believe
He's Been Faithful, Faithful To Me

When My Heart Looked Away
The Many Times I Could Not Pray
Still My God Was Faithful To Me

The Days Are Spent So Selfishly
Reaching Out For What Pleased Me
Even Then God Was Faithful To Me

Every Time I Come Back To Him
He Is Waiting For Open Arms
And I See Once Again

He's Been Faithful
Faithful To Me

Looking Back He's Love And Mercy I See
Though In My Heart I Have Questioned
Even Failed To Believe

Yet He's Been Faithful, Faithful to Me

Andddddddd the phone just rang and it was Dasha. She called to tell me she, her Mother,Keshon, and God sister are all coming to church to night. Tamia came Mother's Day for the very first time with her children. The $5 we gave to each child who brought a visiting Mother really did pay off! What a way to end this blog...He's been Faithful!

I Love Gifts

Ok be honest ladies! You love them too. I know it is more blessed to give than receive and trust me I give often but I still like to receive.

Friday evening Kent and I went to the Galleria to shop. He insisted on buying me an outfit. Thanks, babe, I love it! I chose to not wear it this morning and opted for something more comfortable for the van route. I think I will save it for the rehearsal dinner. Redonia, Trent and Calah each gave me roses and cards. Thanks kids, you all know I love fresh flowers. Kent surprised me last night with perfume. He knows I love a Chanel product but could not recall which one. Tomorrow I will have a new bottle of Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel. Our Bible Quizzers host a rose fundraiser and I received roses from several people. Thanks EVERYONE! A dear elderly lady, Sis. Elsie Smith, brought me a very fragrant bouquet of gardenias from her yard.

The sweet congregation we pastor gave me a MOST awesome gift this year. They gave me a gift card for a trip to a Day Spa. Aaaahh how relaxing! I will savor every minute. The most lasting part of the gift they gave me is a very beautiful photo album. One of the ladies constructed the album. She does scrapbooking. Scrapbooking does not quite fit the description of this most eloquent album. It is very richly embellished in tones of brown, gold, and turquoise. Each page boasts stunning embellishments. The most valuable part of the album however is it captures most everyone of my precious outreach babies. What a gift! Thank you Sis. Tina and everyone who had a part!

And now a drum roll for the best gift I received…..play it loud in your ears….Trent play it a little louder, please….for the best gift I received….I had FIVE “5” of my precious Moms join us from our outreach efforts. Wow!!!!!!! All I can say is Wow…thank you Moms for making my day grand! Tamitha you made me cry…I know you said I made you cry when I spoke of you and your family at church but you going to such an effort made me cry. Thanks for leaving your boyfriend’s home and driving more than hour to bring my babies to church today. I love Deja and Keshon. I regret I had lunch plans with my family. Thank you Thank you Thank you for inviting me to lunch with you and the kids. Girl, you are in my prayers!

After taking the kids home from church our family enjoyed a very fine meal at a locally owned Italian restaurant. The classical pianist set the mood as we entered the restaurant. The buffet had a very artsy array. Popsie enjoyed the omelets, Kent enjoyed crab and shrimp, and Kristi enjoyed the stuffed flounder. I think the rest of us simply enjoyed the experience. Thanks Kent and Mickey for treating the family to such a relaxing meal after a long morning.

This has truly been the best Mother's Day ever!!!!

Happy Mother's Day

What a privilege to be a Mom! Mom is one of my most favorite names, title, jobs, hobbies get the picture. I simply love it. As a little girl I dreamed of being a Mommy. Later I learned I would not be able to give birth to a child. How devastating! God really does know the desires of our heart. He gave us Redonia not bone of our bone, or flesh of our flesh but Redonia was born from our hearts by means of adoption. She is truly a gift from God. One year later came Mr. Trent. We almost lost Trent several times during pregnancy. He was a very sick baby and toddler. Trent was another gift from God. God's hand has been upon Trent from the beginning. I miss having babies or even little children but we love this stage of adult children just as we enjoyed every other stage.

A few days ago I received my first card from our newest addition, Calah. She fondly called me ‘Mom-in-law’ followed with a smiley face. She expressed in the card how thankful she is to be a part of our family. I already love my new title even though I’m not officially a Mom-in-law until June 7th

Another special highlight of Mother’s Day is my Mom. My mom is a wonderful Mother, Mother-in Law, and Grammy. I’m pretty sure she enjoys being Grammy most! She is the mother of four children. Our Dad passed away when Mom was only 35. Dad had pastored a church for many years. Not only did Mom loose her husband but her place of service. I watched Mom pick up our little family and relocate to Houston from Alabama. Of course by this time I was a newlywed living in Houston. Mom was so strong. She determined her family would love God. She decided she would be the best saint that any pastor’s wife could ever have. She decided our family would love the pastor and family like no other. Guess what we did just that! Mom gave sacrificially of herself and her resources. God kept his hand on Mom as she endeavored to be a single Mom. Many years later Mom married a wonderful man, Carl Patrick. Popsie brought 5 more children to our family. Mom loves these children and cares for them just as she does her very own.

I give honor on Mother’s Day and every day to my Mother-in Law. If it weren’t for her I would not have my best friend and husband, Kent. She too is an incredible Mom to her five children. She is a very quite but strong lady. She is a hard worker. Of course no two families will ever be alike and my Mother in law is much different than my Mom. My mom is very sanguine in personality and My Mother in law is much quieter but much more stern. I have gleaned much from both of these Moms. My Mom’s favorite holiday is Christmas while my Mom-in-laws must surely be Thanksgiving. Mom is a splendid cook every day of the week but loves all the candies and wrapping paper mess that goes with Christmas. Everything is trimmed for the day. I don’t remember but maybe one or two Christmas trees at my in-laws. I do remember lots of huge Thanksgiving meals served. The table is always very finely set with china. Mom on the other hand has all the china, silver and crystal but normally on holidays we are very proudly served a red plastic cup with our name written on it! Kent teases Mom that he is so happy to get a cup with his name on it. I have endeavored to blend the two in our home. I don’t do the paper product thing but I sure do go all out on the decorating, the wrapping paper, and all the homemade candies and etc. Thanks to both my Mom and Mother-in-Law for being uniquely you! I love each of you dearly.

I Loved You Enough

The following poem is dedicated to my adult children, Redonia and Trent. I hope you KNOW that I loved you enough......! I'm also proud you realize somethings really did hurt me more. As you work with children in various roles of christian school teacher, Sunday School teacher, children's choir director, youth pastor, or helping to mentor outreach children; I'm honored you repeat things that worked in helping to make you the great young adults that you are. Redonia, I hear me in you! Trent you are so matter of fact! I certainly was not perfect but thank you both for loving me in spite of my mistakes. I'm glad you realize I did all in attempt to help make you responsible adults!

I loved you enough...to ask where you were going, with whom,

and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough...to insist that you save your money

and buy a bike for yourself

even though we could afford to buy one for you.

I loved you enough...to help you discover

that your new friend was a creep.

I loved you enough...to make you go pay for the bubble gum

you had taken and tell the clerk,

"I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."

I loved you enough...to stand over you for two hours

while you cleaned your room,

a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough...to let you see anger, disappointment,

and tears in my eyes.

Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough...to let you assume

the responsibility for your actions

even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all,

I loved you enough...to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

--Author Unknown

Roller Coasters

As just a young child I was taught to love roller coasters by my Mother. Mom was always game for a wild and crazy ride. Even after my children were old enough to enjoy rides Mom was still enjoying the wild and crazy rides.

This week has been much like a roller coaster. I’ve had lots of unexpected turns and lots of thrilling hills. Trying to reflect the week it really seems Monday and Tuesday was a couple of weeks ago. Have you ever endured such a long week?

Trent and Calah were generously ‘showered’ with gifts at two showers in their honor. I was privileged to speak at one of the Regional Texas District Spanish Ladies Conferences. We enjoyed such a sweet presence of the Lord. Monday and Tuesday I spent time with some of my friends from Tall Timbers. Thursday we addressed wedding invitations. This was one of those weeks where I felt I was all 'thumbs'. It seemed everything I set out to accomlish hit some sort of a crisis.

Upon careful consideration of my week I realize that God has been with me every step. Allow me to change a word or two of a familiar song.

As I look back over my week
And I think things over
I can truly say
that I’ve been blessed
I've got a testimony

Kleenex, Please!!

Today Kent felt the need to give Trent some needed advice from Dear 'ole Dad. He has always been very careful to explain things to Trent very clearly. Trent has not become the leader that he is today without lots of such talks. I’m thinking this may have been the last for a few days. Trent don't shout too quickly...just a few days, I said! The emotion of Trent getting married is settling on our family.

Of course tonight Trent drove an hour to see Calah, the nightly routine. Redonia asked if after college we would meet her at Potbelly's, her favorite sandwich shop for dinner. Silently Kent and I were riding in the car to meet her. Abruptly, Kent said, "You are going to laugh at me for doing what I’m about to do but I’m going to cry." He cried real tears, too! I asked what was wrong. He told how he was thinking about the rehearsal dinner and some things he wanted to say. He continued to say, “I can’t get past ‘We want to thank each of you for coming to support Trent and Calah. I’m so proud of Trent’ without feeling these tears.” Of course it wasn’t long until we were both crying and then laughing. I have no idea how he will give his remarks at the wedding without crying. He said it will be easier than the rehearsal dinner because behind a mic and in a black suit he will be in his zone. I assured him that if he cries it will be fine. Everyone else will cry with him. We love our children so much!

Sweet days like today do not just arrive. It takes work through out a child's life to create a sweet bond for a day like today. In honor of my husband I searced for some old pics of he and Trent....enjoy!

Daddy and Trent

Tired

I helped a Mom in need until after 2 am. Then I spent some time in prayer for this dear family. The alarm sounded too soon!

My brother-in-law and I had 17 adolescents, toddlers, and even babies on the van and my car this morning. What a mess! After church we solicited Redonia to sit by the babies on the way home. Also, Bro. Blackmon rode on the van to help with the fighting boys. My sister, Kristi, drove her van and I rode in the back to maintain order. After returning to the church, Kent and I took a visiting minister and family to lunch.

Upon getting home and sinking into my chair I tried to remember did I keep my eyes open while I talked during lunch. I’m afraid to take a nap for fear I’ll never get up! Sis. Broadway called and her sister is not expected to survive the week. We are going by to pray with our dear sister before church.

To all my fellow minister’s wives you know the scenario I discussed is one of revival. You also realize the pressures a harvest inflicts. Please pray for me this week. I’m very tired. I do have to go to Runyan Elementary for a birthday party tomorrow. I think otherwise I will try to rest this week.

TAKS Field Day Runyan Elementary

Deja invited me to attend her Field Day today. What a blessing it was to be able to support one of my girls! As it turned out there were about 40 children there that has visited of late. I am thankful my favorite driver and husband decided to go along for the fun and games. He manned the purse and candy for me while I walked both sides of the field and visited with teachers about the children. Later he helped thirsty students get a cool drink of water.

We received a very warm welcome from the entire faculty and staff with the exception of one kindergarten teacher. She endeavored to explain to me that today was not a day that I should be there. Parents were invited but not other guests. She said the purpose of the day was to encourage good TAKS scores next week and encourage parents to get involved. Humm not one of my parents was there. In fact there were not too many parents there. As she talked several of my little buddies came and began to hang and swing on me. She asked them how they knew me. I was fondly labeled the church lady, the lady that gives me a ride to church, my friend that comes to my house to play ball with me, and a nice lady! After all these statements she softened and wished me a good day. I thanked her for being concerned with an outsider there but told her I did have permission from the school administration.

After searching for one of my little buddies I was introduced to his teacher. I explained my role in his life. She said he was not able to attend the function due to anger issues this morning. She was most thankful for my help but feels he is possibly already beyond help. She said he will hurt someone bad one day. I smiled thru my tears and said not if I can help it! The teacher thought it might help if I went inside and spent a few minutes with him. She also suggested I come to the school often. He told both the teacher and me he will not get a birthday present since his dad is in jail for being bad and his momma has a hard time making it. We planned him a class birthday party for Monday. I will take cupcakes and juice.

We waited until all the classes went inside before we left so we could give good bye hugs. The biggest boy yelled across the field “I love you”. Talk about a melt down for me. Immediately after this the counselor and principal chatted with us. They asked if rather than just going in on an occasion in the role of a “parent” if I would go thru the process of background investigation and become an onsite mentor as well. The counselor had heard about us previously and the efforts of our church. I believe this will be an open door to reach some of the faculty and staff as well.

Check out the pictures. I didn’t get one of all the kids and some love the camera and are in more than one. Many of the pictures were taken by the children. They wanted to take pictures of their teachers and me.

Field Day Pics

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes

What more to say about them?
We buy ‘em, wear ‘em, display ‘em and blabla ‘ems.

I love beautiful nice shoes. The older I get I love it when I find a beautiful yet comfortable pair! Shoes, however, are a huge point of frustration for me. I wear a size 5. I inherited from my mother the ability to loose weight in my feet. Over the past few months I have lost a few pounds. Prior to the little bit of weight loss I could sometimes s-t-r-e-t-c-h into a 5.5 shoe. Now, however, I must have a size 5. According to wiki.answers.com the average American lady’s shoe size is 8 – 8.5. Hummm I’m slightly below average. In Houston there are a couple of shoe stores specializing in small sizes. The problem is not many manufactures are making size 5 shoes.

I have spent quite a few hours of late searching for the right shoe for Trent and Calah’s wedding. I have been in store after store only to learn they no longer carry smaller than a size 6. All of my adult life I have had difficulty finding shoes. Now it is even harder to find a small shoe. Today Deadra, our secretary, joined me in an excursion to the Galleria in search of a pair of shoes. After her feeling my anguish she insisted on going into a particular store. I assured her the shoes were too expensive. Soon after entering the store we found the PERFECT pair. Deadra wanted me to just buy them. Well, after seeing the price she decided maybe I should not. The shoe cost $695.

If manufactures stop making size 5 what will I do? Since there seems to be no shortage in size 5 slippers and flip flops does this mean I can start going places in them? I’ve seen flip flops and slippers monogrammed for the bride or bridesmaid. Maybe I can find a pair for mother of the groom!

Ok enough of my ramblings. I just wanted to share my frustration. My blogging usually reveals more depth than shoes. However, I thought you ladies would understand my frustration.

George Raymond Thomas

The last couple of weeks I have thought so much of Dad. I’m not really sure why. Today I have thought why the continual thinking of Daddy. Is it the older Trent gets the more he reminds me of him? Is it always in a transition time in our life I miss him? Trent getting married is definitely a transition! Is it I see things so black and white and of late I’ve thought of him because he caused me to be this way? Is it because my passion for outreach was inherited from him and my time stays filled with outreach?

My Dad struggled with brain cancer for 4 years. He passed from this life in November of 1981 at the young age of 42. My Mom was only 35 and had 4 children. I was 18 and my youngest sister only 7.

Dad was an incredible leader. He served the Alabama district in many roles. He served many years on the district board. Dad was a mentor to young ministers. I have fond memories of people like Danny and Barbara Johnson, pastor in South Texas; and Jerry and Phyllis Jones, UPCI Secretary; preaching revivals for Dad.

Outreach was Dad’s passion. Many Saturdays were spent walking trailer parks and neighborhoods inviting people to church with Dad. Many are in the church today. Some of those converts are ministers and wives.

Dad was a sharp dresser. Whatever the current style, Dad was sure to wear it. I remember the vivid floral ties and the knit leisure suits. His hair was always very neatly styled, too.

As I best remember, Dad could do anything except work on cars. He was very handy with his hands and was a pretty awesome carpenter. Laziness and Daddy never were in the same sentence.

Dad loved his family. I remember as passionate as he was for God and the church his love for us was even greater. He loved taking us to school. Those were very special times. Often he let Mom sleep in and he would even get us up and off to school. We lived near Dauphine Island and Dad enjoyed taking us to the beach.

My Dad was a very spiritual man. He studied and prayed often. I don’t remember him being a great orator but rather being an incredibly anointed preacher. Baptisms and Holy Ghost outpourings were the norm.

Daddy was a very humorous man. He loved acting silly and pulling pranks. I remember him pulling hose over his head and scaring us. He would call the house and talk like someone else. He would fool us every time.

I’m saddened that most of my friends did not know my Dad. I wish my church knew him. I wish Trent and Redonia knew Daddy. It still amazes me that though many years have passed, I still miss him so much.

Thank you, Daddy, for instilling so much in me. I will see you again one day!

Fantabulous Time

I have had some unusual happenings of late. My dear buddy Bro. Broadway passed away, I ruptured a tendon in my finger, fell out of my parent’s van – head first, my baby boy is getting married, and on and on my list could read. These events have left me feeling a little tired. Normally District Conference is one of those times simply a requirement. This year, however, has been a fun and refreshing time.

Wednesday I enjoyed sleeping the entire way to Beaumont. After checking into the hotel Kent and I enjoyed a romantic dinner at one of my favorites, Carrabba’s Italian Grill. I enjoyed an early bedtime and vowed I would sleep until noon. Being the early riser that I am, I couldn’t force myself to stay in bed that late!

After a slow Thursday morning, Mom and I enjoyed about an hour of shopping before meeting the men at the business meeting. Then, Kent and I enjoyed lunch at Papadeauxs with Kevin & Jackie Prince, Texas District Secretary; Carlton Coon, General Director of Home Missions – UPCI; Kenny Prince, pastor Bullard, TX; and Keith & Carla Clark, pastor Quitman, TX. After Thursday night’s service we joined friends at Floyds for more seafood. We laughed with Mark & Diane Green, pastor Broadus, TX; Jonathon & Victoria Green, TBC faculty; Philip & Tina Moore, pastor Sherman, TX; Keith & Melissa Castleberry, pastor College Station, TX; Lee & Lynda Wells, evangelist from Dallas; Jim Renfro, pastor Longview, TX; Dan Christensen, minister from Louisiana; and Jeff Sanders, evangelist from Arkansas. I think we finally got back to the hotel around 2:00 am.

This morning was the annual Texas District Minister’s Wives Breakfast. Donna Myre, Diane Green and the entire committee did a fantastic job planning this event. The Apostolic Church decorated with beautiful fresh floral arrangements. Each magnificent arrangement boasted beautiful displays of fresh fruit. The speakers spoke on “Leaving a Legacy”. Each speaker spoke 3 -5 minutes and brought an item to represent something handed down from their Mom. Every speaker did a remarkable job. The topics varied from Bible reading, to joy in every situation, to hospitality, to songs, to finances, to serving the family meagerly but ever so meaningful. I sat with my Mother, Shirley Patrick; Mother-in-Law, Joye Smith; missionary wives, Kathy Brott and Judy Nicolls; Marjorie Becton, wife of retired General Secretary of UPCI; and Sherry McCoy, pastor’s wife Port Arthur. This year’s breakfast was the most delightful I have attended.

This afternoon Michelle LaBrie hosted a resale to upscale shopping tour. Approximately 15 ladies joined. Michelle and her husband Mike own Sun Tours, a limo service. We travelled on one of their tour buses. We managed to work in a quick Starbucks stop. I am sorry I can not remember everyone but a few that joined the fun was Mom, Carla Clark, Dovey Ensey, Brenda Russo, Jackie Prince, Donna Myre, Datha Alexander, Christine Landtroup, Judy, Nicolls, Sis. Wayne Whitmire, Elaine Whitmire, Debbie Hudson, and Karen Wehrle. Okay I’m getting old and have forgotten some of the ladies. Anyway we ALL had lots of fun laughing and spending money!

Jonathon and Brenda Elms and The Apostolic Church have done a fantastic job hosting the conference. Too bad I am a wife and do not get a vote. My vote would be to bring it back to Beaumont every time! Maybe my vote would be to repeat the fun in other cities every year. I have enjoyed my friends.

Give Thanks with a Grateful Heart

Grateful (adj.) Appreciative of benefits received; thankful
Thanks (v) Acknowledgment of a benefit; give credit

Outreach efforts have brought me in contact with Ms. Nell, a most precious African American lady who will be 79 years of age on Saturday. Each time I go to Dugan I pass Ms. Nell’s home. Most times she is sitting on her porch. Often I slow down to speak and get a very cheery response. Sometimes I stop and talk across the fence. Lately I have felt very close to this dear grandmother and have gone inside the fence.

Ms. Nell reminds me of my sweet late Mamaw Ingram. Ms. Nell attends church regularly in fact she is the church Mother of her congregation. She continually praises the Lord. Yesterday I was able to deliver her a large Blueberry Cheesecake Muffin. She thanked me and thanked the Lord for giving it to her. Later in the evening, Kent and I took 3 large Easter Lilles left from Easter. As I sat on her front porch and visited with Ms. Nell, Kent planted them in her flower bed.

Our visits with Ms. Nell have caused me to realize the difference of saying thanks and giving thanks with a grateful heart. Simply saying thank you acknowledges something while saying so with a grateful heart expresses a true appreciation. Yesterday Ms. Nell expressed to me that God takes care of her even with simple things like plants and muffins. She said I know you and Pastor have done these things but God has used you to deliver them to me. She said I sit here and Praise the Lord all the time for His many blessings to me. (Reminded me of Mamaw)

As we left with a tear in her eye, she said I just thank the Lord and praise God for letting you be my friend. We were in the Lexus and and the top was open. As we were driving away from her house we heard her exclaim, “Oh praise the Lord, thank you Jesus”. My heart leaped. I heard my Mamaw, again! I realized I have made a friend with a grateful heart. Today and everyday for the rest of my life I want to “give thanks with a grateful heart”. This post does not adequately express the presence of the Lord I feel just thinking about the lesson my friend has taught me of a grateful heart.

Honor the Lord, Have Mercy on the Poor

Proverbs 14:31(KJV): "He that oppresseth the poor reproacheth his Maker: but he that honoureth him hath mercy on the poor."

Throughout scripture, we see God's concern and love for the poor, as He instructs His people to give to them and treat them with equity. By so doing, we bring honor the Lord. God maintains the cause of the poor by raising up people to help them.

Deuteronomy 15:7: "If there be among you a poor man of one of thy brethren within any of thy gates in thy land which the LORD thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not harden thine heart, nor shut thine hand from thy poor brother:8 But thou shalt open thine hand wide unto him, and shalt surely lend him sufficient for his need, in that which he wanteth."

Luke 4:18-19: "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, 19 To preach the acceptable year of the Lord."

The very nature of our Lord is to seek out the poor and help them. We are commanded to do likewise. When we give to the poor and help them with material assistance, it opens the door so that we might present the gospel. The Lord is interested in every soul. As we reach out to others with His love and compassion, we are able to lead them to Him. Jesus came to not only save us from our sin; but to save us from sickness, harm, fear, and poverty. The Bible tells us that when we reach out to help any one who is needy, poor, sick or in prison, it is the same as giving to the Lord Himself. The Lord shall reward us for it. However, the opposite is also true. When we fail to minister to the poor, hungry and sick, we also fail to minister to the Lord.

I am trying to reach beyond what is comfortable and endeavoring to help my children learn to reach those who are less fortunate. After taking home the 15 children who came to Sunday School, I invited a hurting child to lunch with my family. This child is very dysfunctional. Just listening today we were amazed with our little buddy’s exposure to drugs and alcohol. Initially Kent and Trent were a little overwhelmed with his behavior. No he was not dressed nice for a restaurant nor did he use table manners that we are accustomed to using but we enjoyed treating this child to lunch. He chose Mexican food and certainly enjoyed the nachos. I chose him and certainly enjoyed the lessons I learned today. God help me to never be too good to reach the children and the poor.

Help me this week by saying a prayer for my lil buddy.....

Peace, A Godly Inheritance

Peace is a gift or an inheritance given to us from God. Jesus does not give peace in worldly or humanly fashion. The secular remedy of gaining peace is by altering circumstances. While taking a day off, a vacation, or even enjoying nature can offer rest and relaxation, these attempts do not give inner peace.

Jesus gives peace in the midst of trouble, distress, turmoil, heartache or pressure. He has the ability to still the storm and quiet the waves. If He chooses to protect us in the storm we can rest contently in the boat knowing water can not swallow the ship. Often circumstances do not change but rather our mind and spirit changes to contain peace that passeth understanding. Keeping our mind stayed on Him helps us to realize He is always with us therefore we are always safe.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you:

not as the world giveth, give I unto you.

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. John 14:27

Prayer

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come to You. Psalm 102:1

Prayer requests can be disheartening regardless how exciting it is to gather with friends to pray. Someone is having health problems. A child has cancer. A couple in the church is getting a divorce. A missionary is having difficulty raising financial support. It’s easy to grow weary of listening to prayer requests. Bearing not only personal needs but those of others can be burdensome.

Then with mighty power a warrior begins to pray. With confidence, he thanks God for His absolute control over all things. With tears, he pleads with God to work in the lives of those for whom prayer is requested. With honesty, he acknowledges that we don't always understand what God is doing. Like the psalmist, he turns a time of complaining about man's problems into a time of praising God for His listening ear. Prayer turns to praise because one saint believes that the Lord hears "the prayer of the destitute, and shall not despise their prayer" (Psalm 102:17).

Praise God's holy name forever
There is none that can compare
To the blessing of His presence
When we meet with Him in prayer. —Anon.

“Although the outlook may be bleak, the up look is always bright.”

What a Week!

After having spent several days at the bedside of my buddy, Rev. Guy C. Broadway, he passed from this life Thursday morning. Today I spent some time in their home with a few ladies from CUPC. We enjoyed visiting with Sis. Broadway as we helped with a few housekeeping chores. So many memories flooded my thoughts as I spent quality time in the Broadway home. Tomorrow we will join the Broadway family in receiving friends and family from 2pm – 5pm at Klein Funeral Home, Magnolia. Monday we will celebrate his home going beginning at 2 pm at the CUPC Sanctuary.

Thursday afternoon many ladies from CUPC traveled to Lufkin for the Texas District Ladies Conference. We found it to be a “different” conference than previous years. We enjoyed time together most. I am thankful for each lady who made the effort to attend. Our fun times together will be cherished.

Pray the van route will be successful tomorrow. I did not have time for outreach today. I felt Sis. Broadway needed me most. I hope all my little buddies will love me anyway! We did enjoy some time of ball and cookies earlier in the week. I love all of my babies.

I hope each of you experience Pentecost tomorrow.

Life in the Parsonage

Ecclesiastes 3 is a favorite passage of mine. It seems that in the parsonage we find our self dealing with “every time”. While we celebrate life or birth with one family we find our self mourning loss with another family. Often these occurrences can be the same day. This week we have juggled family and church. We had needs at CUPC and needs in our family.

Upon arrival home we found ourselves juggling the demands of the office and the needs of people. First, we spent time in the office. About mid day we spent time with our dear Bro. and Sis. Broadway. After seeing his swift decline during our time out of town we knew we wanted to spend more time with him this evening, too. We asked Sis. Broadway to choose something from Luby’s and we were bringing dinner. We returned to the office to accomplish a few more tasks.

Yesterday we decided we would visit our Tall Timber’s children this afternoon. After seeing Bro. Broadway’s condition we decided to put on hold the babies. Moments later two of my little ones called the cell phone and asked if we were going to go to their house. I responded “Absolutely we have already planned a stop to your house today! We can play four square, basketball, and enjoy some homemade cookies and candy!” I gathered a couple of balls and off to the apartments we went. We had fun playing with the kids. Deadra and her girls joined us. I know Brooklyn had fun making new friends. One of my buddies had a little health problem so we decided to help with getting some medicine. We went to the pharmacy, picked up dinner for Sis. Broadway, back to Tall Timbers to deliver the medicine, then off to the Broadways.

Bro. Broadway is very sick and is ready to meet the Lord. I’m certain it will not be many days until we celebrate his home going. We were able to spend several hours in the Broadway home. I enjoyed hearing Sis. Broadway speak fondly of her dear husband.

Tonight I feel strange emotions. I’m excited that Daja called and we had a most incredible time of ball and snacks with a large group of friends in the park. I’m saddened that though heaven will gain I will lose soon such a buddy as my retired minister friend, Bro. Broadway.

Please pray for both the budding of life of my special friends and the passing of life. Join me in prayer for the peace and comfort of the Holy Ghost for Rev. & Mrs. Guy C. Broadway. Bro. Broadway asked again tonight that we pray he sees an angel before long. I know that to live is Christ and to die is gain!

Family Need

After service last night, Trent came to me quite excited that Uncle Andy had to be taken to the hospital from church. Josh had been trying to reach all of us via our cell phones. I checked my phone and there were numerous missed calls and messages. I knew there was urgency. I had a few children to take home. Upon return to the church I found my husband pacing in front of the church with his brief case in hand. He jumped in the car and said, “We have to go to Austin my brother has suffered a heart attack.”

After a quick trip by the house to pack a bag and gather a few clothes, we “flew” to Austin. My brother-in-law, David “Andy” Smith pastors in Marble Falls, Texas. Andy apparently suffered a heart attack last night while preaching. His wife, Pam, and their son and daughter-in-law rushed him by car to the Emergency Room. The faster Pam drove the faster Andy wanted her to drive. He was in a great amount of pain. After stabilization, he was transferred to Austin. Today he is scheduled for a heart cath. Please keep Pam and Andy and their children in your prayers. Andy has confessed to having had several of these “episodes” of late just not as major. We know regardless the problem God is the Healer.

Harvest Results

CUPC enjoyed the harvest of outreach today. I sit really tired yet too overwhelmed to take a nap. To the many persons who have read my husband and my blogs and have sent personal emails or phone calls inquiring of the harvest we are experiencing, let me assure you that when an outreach campaign is launched much prayer and dedication is required. It is very evident that I have been involved in spiritual warfare today. I faced many spirits at the homes I visited. I know Satan is roaring in Dugan. One Mom was very angry with me and even followed me around the apartment complex wanting to make sure her child and others did not go to the Pentecostal church. The husband had given permission yet the wife raged.

We had 15 children ride the van. Three adults provided their own transportation. We had more than a dozen children walk to church. These are neighborhood children who come daily to play on our campus. Each time the children come to play we endeavor to invite them to the next service. Some of them were in service today for the very first time.

Each day in Dugan I stop and chat across the fence with a sweet elderly lady, Mrs. Nell. Today my friend was not out on her porch because was in great pain. I invited the adults helping me to join me in prayer for her healing. As we entered the home not only did we enjoy the delicious aroma of bacon being cooked but the sweet spirit of this dear lady. We felt the presence of the Lord as we prayed. We claimed her healing in Jesus name. Today as I dropped off the neighbor children Mrs. Nell was sitting out on her porch with a big smile. She exclaimed to me that she was praising God that He took away the pain.

Many of the children we are reaching have difficulties ranging from ADHD to Autism to anger issues to depression. The emotional, mental, and behavioral disorders are very real. Additionally most of these children have spiritual issues within themselves or their family. Unfortunately we do not have the man-power to have all educators or counselors in our classes. We have common ordinary teachers. Pray God will keep them strong for the harvest. I’m so thankful that regardless to race, age, or problem I serve a God who is meeting the needs of our city. He will meet the needs of the laborers as well as the harvest.

!!!!!Better than Expected!!!!!

Wow! Amazing! Incredible! Awesome! Powerful! On and on and on and on and on the adjectives continue to roll through my head. This morning as I looked into my pantry I realized for some strange reason I had several large containers of candy accumulated. We are not candy eaters but seem to accumulate lots of it. Kent and I bagged approx 80 goodie bags of candy. By night fall every bag was given away to deserving outreach children.

Misti Ferguson, Shirley & Javier Nunez, Redonia, Kent and I went in the church van to Dugan. We had an overwhelming response. At first I was disappointed because not many children were out. One of my buddies said it was because this was the weekend most of the kids had to go and visit their Dads. Of course this broke my heart. This just reminded me that most of the children don’t live with their fathers.

We took advantage of the day and tried to visit with some of the adults without children. After doing so kids started appearing from everywhere. After a little bit Redonia disappeared. She is a totally beautiful young lady who really should not wander around by herself. We found her helping some little girls fill water balloons. You could tell the girls thought Redonia was so cool. Tall Timbers ROCKS and each of us had so much fun!

After leaving Tall Timbers we went to a smaller apartment complex nearby. Wow! What shock we felt! I'm pretty sure Misti and Shirely were on overload by this point in the day. This complex seems like what you would expect in another country. The apartments are very small and each building is really close. We made new friends. Seven people committed to being in church tomorrow from this complex.

Now for a drum roll, a shout of victory, a cry of thanksgiving, a spirit of rejoicing....are you ready….we have 44 persons committed to going to church tomorrow. Yes!! Praise the Lord! Seven of these are adults. Somebody is going to receive the Holy Ghost tomorrow. Yes, I KNOW and don’t remind me that not all of them will come but if I pick up ½ and normally the ratio is greater than that I will have 22 guests. Now for vehicle space….we are taking the van and Shirley is taking her Suburban. We know that will not be enough space if most join us. We will call for back up support if more is needed. Thanks for keeping CUPC in your prayers. Stay tuned for a soon to be Holy Ghost count!

Going to be Great....

Hopefully I'll be back later today with some exciting news..........it's going to be great! Can hardly wait....if you follow my blog you know what it will be about. Try to guess. What do I do almost every day? What is my passion? Where do I go 5 out of 7 days? I know you've already guessed it! Do come back so I can share with you....

Urgent Prayer Request

Katrina, the lady baptized at our MLK picnic, came to the church today for prayer. She is very miserable with life and wants a change. She said that something strange has happened in her life since she was invited to the picnic. She thinks it is strange that she keeps being reminded in little ways about our church. She keeps thinking about the baptism. She has heard things from others about our church, she was asked by a neighborhood boy for a ride to play basketball with some buddies. When she got him to the “place” it was our church parking lot. Never mind that we have a goal in a parking lot not even marked like a court! He had friends from the neighborhood that invited him to hang out and it just happened to be CUPC. No, it did not just happen God just arranged it to be CUPC. Katrina lives a very rough life. I will not disclose her personal circumstances but trust me she needs God. We prayed with her in our church nursery as her toddler played. She wept and cried and we felt God in such a powerful way. She immediately hugged both my husband and I and thanked us for praying with her. She asked that I walk with her to her car. She kept telling me that she wants to change but feels so trapped by her past and is almost scared to let down her walls and allow good things to happen. Once she is delivered I will share her testimony! It’s going to be powerful. Today I ask that each of you please pray for my new friend. She needs to know God as her deliverer.

I previously posted she and her husband were baptized, I'm not sure who the man was but he is not her husband. Maybe he's a friend or relative. Sorry for the inaccurate post!

Simple Quotes

Ok, I am a relatively simple person. I like straight lines and the simple things in life. I prefer simple thought provoking quotes rather than lengthy monologues that leave little for creativity. Following are a few inspirational quotes. Hopefully at least one will be new to you. I pray your Wednesday was blessed.

Never be afraid to try, remember...Amateurs built the ark.

Professionals built the Titanic.

-Unknown

Always be a first-rate version of yourself

instead of a second-rate version of someone else.

-Judy Garland

Watch your thoughts; they become words.

Watch your words; they become actions.

Watch your actions; they become habits.

Watch your habits; they become character.

Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

-Frank Outlaw

Too many people go through life waiting for things to happen

instead of making things happen!

-Sasha Azevedo

Opportunity is missed by most people

because it is dressed in overalls,

and looks like work.

-Thomas Edison

Let us be silent that we may hear the whisper of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

God promises a safe landing - not a calm passage.
-Unknown

There are two lasting bequests we can leave our children.

One is roots, the other one is wings.

-Hodding Carter, Jr.

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future,

but today is a gift we call the present.
~Bil Keane

We Ran Away....

Kent and I have worked 7 days a week from 7 am - midnight for several weeks. Today we ran away! We went to the office and worked until noon. Then we escaped! We told Deadra upon arrival at the office that we would be leaving at noon. Although we could not take a long break because Bro. Broadway was sent home from the hospital and placed in Hospice Care. We did enjoy a break until time to meet with the Broadway family this afternoon.

After getting dressed a little more casual we drove through the countryside. Our first stop was in Brenham at the Must Be Heaven Sandwich Shoppe. We enjoyed a quiet quaint lunch. During our meal we looked out the window and saw Donna Myre, a pastor's wife, sitting in a church van. We were hiding so we didn’t even take the time to speak! After lunch we walked around the downtown square for a few minutes. Then we got in the car opened the top and headed to Chapel Hill. From Chapel Hill we drove through countryside to Independence. We went in an old country store in Independence where I enjoyed an ice cream bar. Then we meandered through the country to Washington on the Brazos. After leaving Washington we drove to Anderson. From Anderson we headed home to visit and pray with the Broadways. We met Redonia for a fast food dinner at Popeye’s. Then we had coffee at the Sugar Cube. Shhhhhh no one missed us so don’t tell anyone we took a few hours to ourselves….

I captured a few cute pictures of my handsome prince in the bluebonnets. He took a couple of me but I know why he wanted to get me away for a few hours after looking at the pictures. My eyes have horrible dark circles. I look worse than tired…Though I enjoyed the countryside I enjoyed holding hands and nodding off, too! Something about getting in the car puts me to sleep.

Easter Weekend Memories

Priceless Innocence

One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex

standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque.

It was covered with names with small American flags

mounted on either side of it.

The seven year old had been staring at the plaque for some time.

The pastor walked up, stood beside the little boy,

and quietly said, "Good morning Alex."

"Good morning, Pastor, what is this?" Alex asked the pastor.

The pastor said, "Well, son, it's a memorial plaque

dedicated to all the young men and women

who died in the Service."

Soberly, they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.

Finally, little Alex's voice,

barely audible and trembling with fear asked,

"Which service, the 8:30 or the 10:45 ?"

I had fun making and passing out Easter baskets! Several children would not have gotten one otherwise. One Father thanked me repeatedly. Finally, this Dad stated "We didn't have the money to buy baskets for our children this year." We had an incredible day @ CUPC. I had 9 children on the van. We had 4 other families from Dugan drive themselves to church this morning and/or tonight. Every part of our day was great!

On a lighter side, each year I make baskets for Redonia and Trent. Normally, they receive their baskets prior to Sunday School. This year each of them left the house very early and I didn't give them their baskets. I left the baskets out for them in the kitchen but I suppose neither went to the kitchen. After church I asked them if they saw their baskets. Both responded "No". Redonia continued and said "Mom I thought you probably didn't think about doing one for us since you were enjoying making the baskets for your little bus kids". She didn't say it jealously or frustrated. She just knew how happy I was doing for my "babies". Trent refused to get his until Calah came over tonight. He wanted to get his at the same time. I'm sure my big babies were excited, too!

Easter Baskets, Eggs, Candy, and Egg Hunt

This week I decided some of my friends may not receive a Easter basket. Thursday I estimated how many of my little friends would join me for church on Sunday. I decided to make one dozen baskets. This would allow for a few children that come to church faithfully without their parents.

Friday in thinking about our annual egg hunt, I thought it would be fun to have some of my friends join me. I decided to go to Dugan to invite my buddies. Sis. Alba joined me in the fun. I had 20 children agree to attend. I got beat in a few games of four square, too!

Today was the annual egg hunt 23 children from Dugan joined me. Much to my surprise when we got to the church 8 families who visited our MLK picnic last week was at the egg hunt. Thanks, Babe for being the bus captain. Thank you Scott for taking your Suburban and allowing me to fill it, too.

As I took children home from the egg hunt I invited each one back for Easter. I am in trouble! I have 24 children that plan to ride the van/vehicle in the morning. I am short 12 baskets. This doesn’t allow for any of the other children. My first drop off was really encouraging. I asked the Dad if his son could join me tomorrow. He smiled big and said “He sure can but our entire family has decided to go, also.” I tried hard to maintain my composure. I really wanted to shout!

Upon my return to replace plants at the sanctuary doors the Silent Praise was practing “Behold the Lamb”. What an incredible job they were doing! Courtney, our events coordinator, has a beautiful cross draped in purple with lilies and ferns at the base. Our maintenance director has the shrubs trimmed nicely. The church is ready for guests.

I’m off to buy more baskets, grass, candy, surprises, and cellophane! I trust your Easter will be as exciting has mine has begun. Resurrection is life…I am experiencing life in Conroe!

Count it Joy

Thomas Edison inventor of the microphone, phonograph, incandescent light, storage battery, movies with sound, and more than 1,000 other things immeasurably improved the quality of our lives. He found there was a great deal to learn from failures and trials that life brought his way including dyslexia.

In 1914, the laboratory where many of Edison’s inventions were birthed caught fire. Fire companies from eight surrounding towns responded. Inadequate water pressure and intense heat left firefighters with nothing more to do than watch two million dollars in assets that were insured for only $238,000 burn to the ground.

The next morning Edison looked at the ruins and said, “There is great value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God we can start anew.”

It is hard to face our trials with the spirit that was found in Thomas Edison, but that’s exactly what God expects us to do. Trials can result in spiritual growth.

“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials.” (James 1:2)

Spring

Annually as Spring approaches I eagerly await the appearance of the first Texas Bluebonnet. Yesterday I caught a glimpse of something blue. It was the initial appearance of a few Bluebonnets.

Past springtime’s meant shopping for the right matching little outfits for Redonia and Trent. The perfect smocked dress and the little button on shorts with French lace for Trent. Later I would trim an Easter basket with matching ribbons and lace for Redonia’s dress and find the cutest basket for Trent. I would search for all the favorite candies and just the right trinkets to go in the baskets.

Since the children are grown they select their own outfits. However, they aren’t to grown to accept money to help purchase the outfits. I still delight in pulling a basket from the attic from the past and filling for each of the kids. This year I gain a new daughter and will have 3 baskets to fill.

Today Kent and I are taking the day off. The weather may get a little inclimate but we hope to enjoy early spring. I’m not sure where our day will lead; a trip to Kemah, the countryside, or the bustle of the Galleria. Of course if duty calls we will happily return to responsibility.

Often life gets too busy to recognize the early budding of the trees, the tiny green budding of a shrub, and the whistling of the wind thru the thin foliage of the trees. Wherever you find your self today take time to recognize the majestic creations of our Creator.

MLK, Jr. Park Outreach!

Success

MLK Park was filled with excitement of children, youth, and adults. CUPC had a tremendous response from the community surrounding the park at a huge neighborhood barbeque today. There aren’t adequate words to describe it! We baptized two persons. I KNOW one lady received the Holy Ghost. Everyone enjoyed worshiping and praising God. We had several people who needed miracles of healing. I believe some of them received their miracle. I’ll post a count or an approximate count of guests in a couple of days. We gave away prizes to all ages. We had prepaid cell phones, bikes, scooters, dolls, remote control vehicles, balls, sheets, Easter baskets, small appliances, and cd players. CUPC will never be the same for their generosity and love! I’ll post some pictures later.

Adoption

Not, flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone, but still, miraculously my own. Never forget for a single minute, you didn’t grow under my heart, but in it.

I love this little quote. This is one Redonia and I share. There is ABSOLUTLY no difference in our first born, Redonia, and our second born, Trent, whom I did give birth to. Our adoption helps me understand God’s feelings for me.

Romans 8:15 For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.

Redonia has always been a Daddy’s girl. When she was just a tiny toddler she would jump to his arms from any height never fearing. She KNEW her Daddy would catch her. She knows no matter the circumstance her Daddy will guide her correctly. Redonia isn’t a fearful child but in challenging circumstances just knowing Daddy is near helps her concerns to never grow to fear. Redonia thinks her Daddy can do ANYTHING and has EVERY answer. Likewise, poor Redonia, Kent thinks Redonia can do ANYTHING. Think how much God believes in us. Knowing our human weakness yet His mercies, compassions, and faithfulness is new and great to us every morning.

I could write for hours on the subject of adoption. I truly love it. Redonia loves it. She plans to adopt at least one child. I’ve warned her that her future spouse may not share the same feelings. Her thoughts are simple. ‘He will; how can someone love me and not love adoption?” She is proud to be adopted and knows she is SPECIAL.

I wish all of you had the privilege of knowing Redonia like I do. She is such a beautiful compassionate child. She gives and gives of herself to others. She is like every child, not perfect, but a pleasant gift from God to our family. I hope I can be a pleasant gift used compassionately to help others for God. Thanks, Redonia, for all you have taught me. You are my beautiful baby girl, well my beautiful young lady. I know you are 21 but you will always be my baby! Yes, you are the child we planned for and Trent, well....(this is the ongoing tease between my kids)

Bible Verse Poll

Wycliffe UK, a charity that translates Bibles conducted a survey. The survey found that although the "Good Book" may be less well read today, thousands still draw inspiration from its pages. It also found that the most popular verses tend to be those that offer Christians reassurance that they can overcome life's vicissitudes with faith. Geoff Knot, the director of Wycliffe UK, stated "It's great to see that so many people still find the Bible relevant to their day to day lives and gain encouragement, assurance, hope, comfort and wisdom from what it contains."

Top of the list was a passage from Proverbs. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will direct your paths.” Second place, from Jeremiah, "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."

I feel many cling to these scriptures since they relate to areas of human struggles. Anxiety and fear often attacks and paralyzes the ability to trust. Fear of the unknown or the "what if" keeps so many captive. It is easy to read or quote these favorite scriptures. God help me to not only verbalize them but rather live them.

I hope you have time to leave your favorite scripture in my comments. If not a favorite maybe leave one you cling to or one you quote often? Thanks for you input!

"Keep thy heart with all diligence, For out of it are the issues of life" Proverbs 4:23

My Friend, the choices that you make
The many things you do...
Decisions, though they may seem small,
End up defining you.

The books you read, the things you buy,
The places that you go...
You face decisions every day;
You answer "yes" or "no."

Each choice you make is like a seed;
That seed will surely grow;
For what you plant within your heart
Takes root within your soul.

That angry word when caught off guard--
An accident? -- Oh no!
It just exposed the heart's true state,
Laid out for all to know.

"But, that's really not me," you say,
Oh no? Then may I ask,
Where did it come from - truly, friend--
If not behind the mask?

Can words or thoughts or actions come
From where they've never been?
For what goes in comes surely out;
This is a proven thing.

The secret pleasures you delight in,
On which your spirit feeds,
Those things which occupy your thoughts
Will soon show forth in deeds.

What you will do when no one sees
Is who you really are;
And like a mirror actions will
Reflect the state of the heart.

You make a choice-- that choice makes you--
A law of life that stands.
So think about each choice, my friend,
When you are making plans.

And so that heart of yours, beware,
And diligently keep.
For issues that pertain to life
Will flow from out of it!

~Sarah Raber

???Can You Tell I'm Excited???

CUPC had an incredible weekend. Saturday’s outreach was terrific despite the cooler weather. Sunday I ran the van route before church. Kent went with me to take everyone home. I think he was a little overwhelmed with 14 persons plus the 2 of us! I was EXCITED! Every stop he did hop out of the van to take a pic of me and the person(s) we dropped off.

Tall Timbers Apartment's afternoon service was a great success. One of our Sunday School teachers and several youth conducted a mini class for the children. One lady expressed great hatred for Pentecostals to me a few weeks ago. This same lady joined us for the service. She began to weep during the message. She asked some of our ladies to visit with her. She is a lonely hurting Mom. Several persons stood on their balconies and listened to the service. You can check out http://www.rkentsmith.blogspot.com/ for more information.

After the service several went to MLK Park and passed out bottled water. We also invited each of these people to our barbeque which will be held in the park Saturday. We are planning to serve 500 guests. We will have a street service, giveaways, kid’s church and activities, and lots of food! We are going to take a baptismal tank and anticipate people to be baptized in Jesus’ Name and filled with the Holy Ghost!

Excitement is building in our church….

Prayer Requests

Though the weather was cool today we had a great turnout for outreach. The ladies joined me in Tall Timbers. This apartment complex has quite a turnover of residents. Each time I visit I meet new people. Today we got the names of 14 people who are going to ride the church van with me to church tomorrow!!!! One of them is Mom to one of the children. Often in these type neighborhoods people commit on Saturday but by Sunday they change their mind. I feel that some of the new families we met today are really good prospects for church. Please join me in praying that nothing will hinder!!!

The ladies had the privilege of going into some of these apartments. I know CUPC will never be the same! You can read one of our young children's response on his Mom's blog. I know Joshua will be happy tomorrow when he sees some of the children we invited in his Sunday School Class.

Please help me pray for my sweet husband who has been sick this evening. He was unable to attend family prayer tonight. Trent did an awesome job of leading the focused prayer at the conclusion for his Dad. Better watch out, Dad. I think Trent maybe trying to get your job! :)

Additionally we have several needs in our congregation. Megan, a 20 year old, has had two heart transplants. She has been struggling with rejection of the new heart since December. She is hospitalized and I know Megan and her parents are waiting on a miracle. Bro. Broadway, a retired pastor, is very critically ill with a blood disorder. Additionally, he is having some complications that are causing severe pain in his knees and back. The Broadways are people of great faith. My husband wrote a very moving blog about Bro. Broadway.

I know that God is truly able to answer these requests. Blogging is more to me than keeping up with friends but a way for me to connect with HIM. As I read some of your blogs I can truly say I have whispered prayers and I know you will join me. Isn't it great to belong to such a huge family as the family of God?

Servanthood

The mother of Zebedee’s children wanted her sons to sit on either side of Jesus according to Matthew 20:21. Then in Matthew 20:26 - 28 we find the Lord’s attitude towards a servant:

26But it shall not be so among you: but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister;

27And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant:

28Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many

I believe Jesus felt servanthood is challenging because He responded to this Mother’s request for her sons that she did not know what she was asking. He explained holding these positions involved things they were not considering.

Unfortunately when the ten apostles heard the conversation they grew angry. How interesting that even the apostles struggled with increasing the team. Jesus explained that in the kingdom, it is not those who hold authority who are “chief” among them but rather those who serve. Jesus admonished that just as He had come to serve so must the disciples learn to serve. We must use Jesus as the role model in our lives and churches for servanthood. What an example!

To be like Jesus

To be like Jesus

On Earth I long to be like Him

All through life's journey from Earth to glory

I only ask to be like Him

Retreat

Our section hosted a retreat for ministers and wives at Canyon of the Eagles in Burnet. Ten couples including us enjoyed a couple of days of rest and relaxation. Craig and Dana McCracken traveled with us. Craig hardly has a serious moment and kept us laughing most of the trip.

We learned probably at least one valuable lesson; never trust Map Quest’s directions in a rural area. The directions took us down a dirt road that turned to a one lane path that dead ended at a ranch gate, not Canyon of the Eagles. Of course riding with friends this adventure was funny and we were laughing hysterically.

Monday night we enjoyed a nice meal in the lodge and played games with the other couples till around midnight. Tuesday the ladies enjoyed a day trip to Fredericksburg. We shopped, enjoyed a nice lunch, and even an afternoon break for ice cream. We returned just in time for a superb meal. After dinner the Castleberrys, Powells, and Kent and I went to the observatory for an informative session with an astronomer. This happened to be the highlight of the trip. We were able to see Saturn and Mars thru the telescope. We were all amazed that you could actually see the ring around Saturn. How beautiful the heavens! I’m sure the preachers all gained some valuable preaching resources. Later, we enjoyed a time of discussion of ideas with all the couples. After the forum several lingered for rounds of Rook and Dominoes. This morning we met back at the lodge for breakfast then returned to our respective places of ministry. Though before going to the retreat I felt we really didn’t have the time to “waste”, I am glad we made the effort to attend.

Seventeen Years and Counting. . .

Kent reminded me this morning that this week marks our seventeenth year in Conroe. Actually our first service in Conroe was the first weekend in March which would have been yesterday. We enjoyed very powerful services this weekend. Yesterday Pastor preached about having a personal altar experience. You can read about it on his blog. He never gave an altar call. People during the message started flooding the altars. It was a very moving service. After service I took Destiny home. Then I joined the family at a local restaurant. Ironically, two of our original eight church members were sitting at the table with my family when I arrived. Rarely do we eat lunch with people on Sunday. This is a time we reserve to spend with our family. When I walked into the restaurant I thought this is like old times not even realizing it was our anniversary. Sis. Pat and Sis. Martin we love you both. Thanks for staying with us all these years!

During these seventeen years we have experienced many battles. I am happy to report the victories far exceed the defeats. We have been knocked down but never left destroyed. As in any church we have had people come and people leave. We have learned one thing that while we weep with those leaving the backdoor we find ourselves rejoicing with those who come thru the front door. Many spiritual victories have been won in Conroe. I can’t even begin to recount each of them. I remember times of God’s provision in earlier years. We’ve had times of miraculous healings and seasons of nothing but Holy Ghost outpouring. Currently we are in a time of increased prayer and fasting. We are enjoying the results in our services both last weekend and this we have had backsliders renewed.

As I mentioned previously we began with eight people. To put this in perspective we now have 8 praise singers every service plus five musicians and ministers on the platform. The platform alone has more people than we had in the entire church. Wow! At times I get frustrated thinking we are not growing fast enough but when I stop and analyze the growth it is really astounding. I remember teaching Sunday School sometimes holding a baby on my hip and having a varied age group of infants to preteens. Now we enjoy many dynamic classes. The teachers struggle with a few grades combined in one class! The music was so rough. Neither Kent nor I am talented in that area. We have depended on whatever talent God provides. Now our music is incredible. I’m thankful both of our children are talented musically. The youth group that Trent leads has more youth than the congregation his dad led for the first several years. Redonia is our children’s choir director. She directed more children in her choir yesterday than her dad led in congregational worship the first four years. Last night Trent preached while trying to make some youth announcements. The congregation really responded. This was more response that Kent ever got from our new converts the first few years.

Blogging has been good for me this morning. God never let me forget where You have brought us from. Never let me fail to be appreciative for the many blessings You have provided. God I sincerely thank You for all You have done in Conroe. I realize that if You don’t build the house we labor in vain. I know the next few years are even going to be greater because You have given us wonderful people to share our burden. Thank You Lord that even last night we received emails after service from people that are supporting the vision You have given us for Conroe.

Some Change is Not Necessary

I have heard and even read much of change of late. It seems that people can always justify their need to change or not with scripture and even nature. One of my husband’s favorite books to refer leaders resistant to change within the local church is Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson, MD. Dr. Johnson’s way of using mice and cheese helps leaders find themselves in a simple plot. Additionally, this book empowers leaders to gain change skills.

I have heard all the scriptures in favor of change. I also know that nests have to get uncomfortable to get the little birds to fly. However, I do realize that the scripture teaches of firm foundations, standing still to see..., the children remained in the wilderness for 40 years. As for nature I recognize mighty oaks change from a little acorn then REMAIN an oak. It may take years for the oak to become tall, strong, or even majestic. However, the oak never changes to be anything different than a oak.

I realize God DOES NOT change but rather I must change. My prayer is God will help me change to measure to his word rather than me try to use the word to measure to my thinkings. I pray God will help the church to be sincere where change is concerned. While we may change many things within the church I hope we do not become so comfortable with change that we begin to change everything. It is by prayer and fasting that God CHANGES things. It is not by talent, ability, personal desires nor personality. Yes our church endeavors to be progressive. Our music is more progressive than some. Our programs meet or exceed the average but I hope the SPIRIT of God REMAINS in our church. I do want to be apart of a church that embraces change for the sake of change or even change that may benefit in some areas yet hinders the overall progress of the church. I do not want to justify areas that I would like to see a change but it really be contrary to the entire plan or will of God.

In this time of governmental elections many focus on the need for change. Many politicians are promising change. In fact one of the presidential canditates is using change as his platform. In the church it seems we are being pressured to change and allow things that we have never allowed. While I easily accept change my prayer is that I will not accept change that will take me off center, off focus or even in a backwards direction.

Positive change within the church requires leaders to navigate the change in order to keep the church in a correct position. Encouraging the church to remain in particular position requires that same leader navigating the church. I challenge your thinking today; to remain requires much more effort than change. Without effort life and its experiences change us whether we desire change or not. To remain often requires a little more effort.

Lately I have read musings of Sis. Linda Elms speaking of her desire for the return of the Lord. I feel surely He must come quickly. My writing of to change or not can cause much controversy. I hope rather than controversy it will help us to prayerfully consider the necessary or needed change versus the areas we should resist change. I have heard sermons that have stirred us that we have encompassed this mountain long enough. However, many times I have heard the same anointed pastors declare this ship is anchored or we will not compromise we will not change. These ministers are not being controversial rather realizing that many times we do need to change. We need to get back to an altar to a consecration with God. We need to gain victory over certain situations.

Today I simply say in a changing world we must realize that the church should remain the same. How sad if people left the church desiring something the church would not change to accept but later returned to realize it is now allowed? God help us to be real, be sincere, and seek You and what You desire for the church and not what we desire. God allow us to change to be more like you and never allow us to change to become more like the world.

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