Second Report - 26th Anniversary Trip

We are still having fun! This morning we had breakfast at the hotel in New Orleans then headed to Jean Lafitte, Louisiana for an airboat swamp tour. We had so much fun. The flora and fauna was beautiful. Most of the pictures I took with the exception of the gators were taken while the boat was moving. Many were even taken at high rates of speed. I’m proud of my little camera!

Our guide actually ‘played’ with gators along the tour. We saw more than a dozen alligators. He captured two and brought them on board. Kent and I held them. Redonia, I held it just for you! Sissy, I know if you were with us you would have had so much fun. (I miss you!!!!) The guide fed the alligators marshmallows. He said the marshmallows float when thrown into the water and causes the gators to come up above water. We were reminded the alligators can’t see right in front of them but rather to the sides. After being in the hot sun for more than two hours we were ready for lunch. I spotted a Krispy Kreme! We grabbed fast food first and then went thru the drive thru for doughnuts!!! Yum…

After leaving Jean Lafitte we headed to Alabama. First stop was in Mobile to see the church dad pastored. We drove around the neighborhood I was reared. Memories flooded my mind. This was difficult for me. I was a young teenager when Dad was diagnosed with cancer. The church was at its prime as was our family. Since Dad’s resignation I have never been back to the church. I think all my siblings have. I was older and have some not so good memories. Kent forced me to deal with some of my feelings. He pulled up to the front doors of the old sanctuary and said it was here that you saw your Dad preach, you received the Holy Ghost, and here that you walked down the aisle as a young teenager from the bathroom to the altar with your skirt tucked in your panties! Hummmm did I just say that for the world to see? Well we laughed and he quickly drove away. What would I do without him? He always helps me.

After leaving Mobile we drove to Gulf Shores. Wow! This area is so commercialized now. It’s amazing what almost 30 years has done. We had dinner at Lambert’s Café – home of the throwed rolls. I ordered ham steak. It was served to me in a 14” frying pan! Tomorrow we are going to travel back to explore some of my heritage, Dauphine Island and Bayou La Batre. I’m sure we will eat some of the finest gulf seafood along the way.

I’ll post more later….

Jean Lafitte & etc

A few Pics from New Orleans

First Report - 26th Anniversary Trip

After a much later start than we anticipated we finally left Conroe for our first destination, The Ritz Carlton - Maison Orleans. Upon arrival our car was quickly unloaded by the bell man and we were promptly escorted to the main lobby check-in. There a private escort was called and we were identified as the Rev. and Mrs. Our escort asked if we were ready to go to the Maison Club. We were tired and affirmed we were ready. He explained the Maison was a private access hotel. On the elevator he asked if I liked the sites of the Ritz. Of course I did. It was elaborate with fresh flowers and scents of Gardenia candles burning. He smiled and explained the Maison was a much nicer hotel and I was in for a wonderful treat.

Amazing is what I thought as we entered our hotel! The parlor is filled with beverages and delectable food arrays throughout the day. Vibrant red roses and white lilies fill the crystal vases. Every room is scented with candles burning. As we entered our lavish suite I noticed a card with our name wishing us a Happy Anniversary! Nearby was a tray of fresh berries and fruit dip adorned with an orchid.

Allow me to copy from the website the room description:

· Double teaster (demi-canopied) bed with Egyptian cotton linens
· Bathrooms with soaking tubs and separate showers
· Luxurious European bath amenities
· Floor-to-ceiling windows
· Additional sitting area
· Louis XVI-style desk, quilted leather stool, drop-leaf table, and wing chair
· Fireplace with antique summer coverings
· High speed Internet access
· Computer and fax hook-ups through the service of your personal butler
· Complimentary CD/DVD library and surround sound in bedrooms and bathroom
· Venetian-style beverage armoire with customized food and beverage selections available upon request
· Private key access
· European continental breakfast and light refreshments throughout the day
· 24-hour Butler and room service
· Personalized concierge service

We soon strolled to the heart of the French Quarters for seafood platters of red fish, crawfish, oysters, and shrimp. After dinner we shared a small order of beignets and enjoyed sipping on café au lait from Café du Monde . Our room was stunning when we returned. Rose petals were scattered on the floor. Not only did we enjoy turn down service but beautiful fresh pink rose petals formed a heart on our bed. A beautiful long stem yellow rose was lying across the pillows. On a beautiful mahogany pedestal drop leaf table was chilled strawberry lemonade and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries and an assortment of home-style cookies. There were beautiful Waterford goblets for the lemonade. The bathroom was dimly lit with candles and a martini glass filled with gardenia scented bath salts.

This morning our day started with breakfast in the parlor which consisted of beautiful fruit arrays, cheese, various breads and pastries, breakfast canapés, yogurt, granola, an assortment of jams and jellies, and various breakfast beverages. We spent most of the day enjoying the French Quarter. This evening we will enjoy a dinner cruise on the Natchez Steamboat. The entertainment will be a jazz band and a spectacular fireworks show. Tomorrow we are going to enjoy an airboat swamp tour. After the swamp tour we will make our way towards the Alabama Gulf Coast. I plan to post pictures later tonight or tomorrow from our stay in New Orleans.

Kent and I are grateful for the sweet people from CUPC who gave us this incredible anniversary gift. I realize many of them have never enjoyed such a stay as we are enjoying. We truly are humbled by their kindness. While we have enjoyed the 4th of July many of them have worked at the Fireworks Warehouse to raise funds for The Spot, a new youth centre’.

Stay tuned for another report of our relaxing time away from home!

July 3 - Our 26th Wedding Anniversary

Today Kent and I celebrate our 26th Wedding Anniversary. 28 years ago we had our first date. Sis. McClain was the instigator. Our family went to Houston to visit the McClain’s. Kent’s family came and visited, too. We went out one night then the following day my family returned to Alabama. I talked about Kent the entire way from Houston to Alabama. Finally my Dad grew frustrated and asked me to hush because he could tell I was falling in love. He said he didn’t want to share a grandbaby with Ronnie Smith. Of course our Dads were friends and my daddy was teasing. Of course we didn't have cell phones to call or text nor computers to email. I received lots of letters and cards. (I still have them!)

The following summer I moved to Texas to attend secular college. In November my Dad passed away. Kent and his family travelled from Aransas Pass to Birmingham, Alabama for Dad’s funeral. After the visitation Kent and I spent some time together. He was a strong shoulder for me to cry on. He invited me to ride back to Texas with him. Of course I did to save the plane fare. Well, kinda…really I liked the idea of spending time with him. A couple of weeks later he took me to the Christmas Banquet. A few days later I flew home to spend Christmas with my family. Of course we were expecting a very sad Christmas but Kent surprised us during the holidays and cheered things up!

After 4 dates, my handsome, charming, funny boyfriend told me he loved me. What an incredible Christmas present! The very next night he proposed. Of course I quickly responded that I would love to be his wife. I rode back to Houston with him and we quickly began planning our July 3, 1982 wedding.

Four years later we adopted our beautiful daughter, Redonia. Thirteen months later I gave birth to Trent. With the exception of 3 years we have been involved in fulltime ministry. We have had the privilege of assisting in Shepherd, Texas (Rev. Vandy Pope), evangelizing for a few months, and assisting in Pasadena, Texas (Rev. Wayne McClain). Seventeen and one half years ago we began the work that we knew we were ultimately called to do in Conroe. We have endeavored to never allow the demands of ministry to separate our love for one another.

Twenty six years later I can truthfully say I love the man I married even more. He is a man of faith, vision, and compassion. He is my very best friend. He came as a bright light in a dark time of my life. He still radiates my days. He is witty, a wonderful husband and a great father to my babies. He is not only a caring pastor to CUPC but a caring spiritual leader for our family.

Today I leave on a trip with my husband, my love. Though I will miss our children and church I will enjoy our time together. He still makes me smile! At our wedding he sang “Welcome to My World”. I’m glad that today he still welcomes me in his world.

Babe, I love you more than ever. Happy Anniversary to my best friend!!!!

Where I've been. . . .

RUSH, our youth group, is managing a huge Fireworks Warehouse. I've enjoyed selling fireworks for the past week. I enjoy selling!!!! I wish all you. my blogging friends, an exciting holiday weekend. Please be safe and enjoy Independence Day. Don't forget who really allows our freedom though! His death has liberated each of us.

Fireworks Animations provided by MUDTRAP.COM

Busy - June

The past few weeks have been busy. Redonia and I enjoyed a weekend getaway to Southlake. Katherine and David George celebrated my 45th birthday with us. After the Mrs. Texas Pageant we enjoyed a birthday dinner at Copeland’s. Katherine did not come home with the Mrs. Texas crown , however, she did win the Career Achievement Award and the Interview Award. Many contestants did not win any awards. We were proud of Katherine’s success.

June started off in grand style with Trent and Calah's wedding. Followed by Texas District Camp Meeting. We’ve been busy with church, quiz finals, school, and the fireworks warehouse. CUPC is in one of those stages of enjoying success. Praise the Lord! Our senior quizzers placed 3rd in the district and are headed to nationals. The fireworks warehouse is experiencing tremendous sales. The church is enjoying lots of visitors. Tonight a co-worker of one of our men was baptized and received the Holy Ghost. Our Spanish church celebrated their fifth anniversary this weekend. Two new people were baptized in their service today.

A dear friend, Andrea Smith, who recently began attending CUPC with her family passed from this life tonight after a long battle with Cancer. Andrea’s funeral will be later in the week. I know God will bring comfort to this sweet family.

Thursday Kent and I will celebrate our 26th Wedding Anniversary. Our current plan is to leave Thursday morning for a week of rest and relaxation. The trip will begin in New Orleans compliments of CUPC. Later we will head south to the Alabama/Florida Gulf Coast. Our trip may be postponed a day or two due to Andrea’s memorial service. I look forward to a few days of rest. After a few days away we always return to the church refreshed and rejuvenated for another round of success!! God always strengthens our vision during these times of relaxation.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to You

Happy Birthday to You

Happy Birthday Dear Kent

Happy Birthday to You!!!!

Today Kent turned 47! Though we are helping the youth at the fireworks warehouse, doing hospital visits, and etc I wanted to stop and say happy birthday. Later tonight we will have birthday cake for him at the warehouse. Next week we will celebrate our birthdays and 26th wedding anniversary in New Orleans with a trip given to us from CUPC family. We have decided to take a few days additional days, too. I love spending time alone with my boyfriend!

Mrs. Texas Pageant

Redonia and I have been invited to be guests of honor Saturday, June 28, 2008 at Mrs. Texas Pageant Finals to be held in Southlake, Texas. This will be a fun way to spend my 45th birthday. It is not often that Redonia and I get too spend ‘alone’ time. Most of our time is shared with others.

Not only will Redonia and I be observers at the pageant but we will spend time backstage with the pretty ladies, their hairstylists and etc. After the crowning of Mrs. Texas we will join each of the ladies, judges, and their husbands for a celebration.

We will be guests of Mrs. Montgomery County, the county in which we reside. Mrs. Montgomery County, Katherine J. George, her husband David, and their sons, David, Jr. and Matteo have attended our church for the past couple of years. Katherine comes from a strong Catholic background and has enjoyed learning about Pentecost. I have been privileged to spend time with Katherine and have enjoyed having her in our home.

Katherine is a most thoughtful, caring person. Later this year Katherine will begin studying for her doctorate. Currently she is completing her MA Ed Curriculum and Instruction. Before moving to Texas, Katherine was a resident of NYC where she participated in the Miss New York pageant. I will not be surprised if Katherine receives the honor of Mrs. Texas. She is not only a lady of great beauty but one of great compassion for children and education. Her platform will be public awareness of Special education needs and training in private educational settings.

While I know Katherine’s goal is to become Mrs. Texas and then on to compete in Arizona for Mrs. America, I also know that Katherine has a goal for her family to become better Christians. Today David will fly with their oldest son to upstate New York to situate him in boarding school for his high school years. David Jr. is a freshman. His parents have found a most prestigious school free of television and much of the things teens involve themselves. At lunch yesterday I chatted with young David. He stated the main purpose of this choice of schools is to better equip him for an Ivy League College. He hopes to complete high school in three years so he can rapidly gain acceptance to reach his higher goals. While I am proud of the intelligence of my young friend, I regret he will not be a part of CUPC nor Rush, the youth of Conroe. Prayer and Bible reading will be a strong part of the disciplines learned at the upstate New York school. I pray David will continue to study and seek out the things taught him in Sunday School in Conroe.

Please join me in prayer for this fine family. They own several businesses. David is an engineer in pursuit of many interesting inventions currently. They have great interest in the growth plans of CUPC and our christian school. I believe God is going to use the wisdom and life experiences of this family for the growth of CUPC. I also believe that God is going to grow in this family.

Adjustments

It's a little weird having a married child! It seems weird to leave somewhere at night and they go one way and we go another. I want to run to Trent and say wait you didn't give me a good night hug or kiss but I softly say bye I love you kids. Then I get in the car and Kent doesn't start the car immediatley. He just sits there. I ask what's wrong. He is smiling rather than crying now and simply says "Ole Bub", fondly referring to Trent.

I can't remember how or why but during Bible Study last night Kent mentioned about teaching kids to make right decisions then having to sit back and let them make decisions hoping they are right. Behind me sat Mike Thacker. He "amened" Kent very strongly. He has a married daughter and another that is grown living on her own. The "Amen" caused me to think wow that's a man that has walked our path of a married child before us I'm glad he is agreeing with his Pastor!

After church my favorite floral designer, Courtney, brought a van load of new plants to decorate the church. Trent and Calah stayed and helped us. Around 10:30 when we all left the church Trent and Calah walk hand in hand to the parsonage. Kent and I sat in the car. We normally go get something to eat.

Trent normally goes with us and Redonia always goes with friends. After a few minutes Trent walked out of his house with some trash. Dad asked "Hey son are yall going to get something to eat?" Trent responded, "No sir we aren't going out tonight." They both exchanged a look. I can't describe it. Dad said "Ok son, I love you." Trent responded " Dad I love you and Mom, too." And off he turned and walked into his house.

With a lump in my throat I sat there. Kent said he doubted they had any extra money. He asked, "What do I do?" I could not answer. Kent put the car in drive and we slowly drive off. Kent squeezed my hand and said "Babe, they will be ok we have to let them do this." Well, we normally go to Chilis or somewhere similar but food just didn't sound good to either of us. We opted for a quiet snack at Sonic. We sat there quietly knowing we have taught our boy to stand on his feet.

"The look" exchanged between my boys was from Dad to Trent I want you to go with me son. "The look" back was Dad we are on a budget and can't afford it. Trent knew if he said at this point they would go that he and dad had clearly communicated with the "look" and Dad would buy. I'm proud of Trent. He is being a man like his Dad has trained him to be.

Our night reminded me of one that Linda Weldon shared with me in regards to her daughter, Amy. She told me about Amy being in the grocery store calculating her items and deciding what to keep and what to put back. She said she stood there with a lump knowing she could just buy Amy a whole basketof groceries. She went on to say but she knew Amy had to feel this and learn to manage her budget.

I'm glad Bro. Thacker "Amened" loudly and I'm glad Sis. Weldon shared her story with me months back. Isn't it funny how little things come back to our rememberance to help us on a rainy day?

I'm proud of the adjustments I see all of my children making. Not only are Trent and Calah growing so quickly but Redonia is growing, too. Yesterday Redonia was totally exhausted. She works night and day and is taking a photography class two nights per week. Yesterday I suggested she go and do something for herself. I suggested getting a manicure or pedicure. She said she really could not afford it so she opted to go home and take a much needed nap. Later I shared our conversation with Kent. He asked how much would that have cost. He told me to go and get the cash and give to Redonia so she can go this afternoon. I think I will! It feels so good to give them little surprises. Maybe I will go and buy her a new little outfit, too! Redonia uses most of her "extra" money to feed youth and children after church who never eat out otherwise. Last month I looked at her bank statement and cried when I calculated what she spends on others yet most of her summer casual clothes are things I bought her before she started working at the age of 16. It's great she is so tiny and has't grown much!

I'm glad my children are making adjustments in life. Are they perfect? No! I find my prayers are changing. Every day I pray that God gives them ears to hear His voice and eyes to see the dangers that may lie ahead. I pray that they be consumed with a love greater than ever to serve Him. I pray that God's hand will be upon them during this adjustment time in their lives.

Maybe like words of Mike Thacker and Linda Weldon rang out to me this blog may help some of you even if it's in years to come. I know many of you have already walked this path and this post can help you to pray for those of us who are having to let our little birds fly!

Block - Busy - Bored

To blog or not to blog today is indeed the question for me! Is it blogger’s block, business, or boredom? According to Performancing Helping Bloggers Succeed good writers know bloggers block happens and deals with it! Everyone who writes for a living encounters block now and then. Some just plow through it, others seek inspiration elsewhere. No matter which method you like to use, it's good to know blocks are temporary conditions easily overcome by a break or distraction.

My block isn’t necessarily because I don’t have anything to tell. Kameron, my Missionary Kid nephew from Argentina, flew in yesterday; the church surprised us Sunday night with a getaway trip to New Orleans July 3 & 4 for our wedding anniversary, reservations are for the Ritz Carlton and money was given for our expenses and fun; Texas Camp Meeting was filled with awesome worship, preaching, and lots of time with friends; we are experiencing great church; and on and on I could write.

For some reason when I sit down to write it just hasn’t flowed. Interestingly enough according to updates on Google Reader, you my blogging friends, are having some of the same struggles. Life is busy or maybe slow with summer and you can’t seem to get busy. Maybe life has become boring for a season without new happenings. An original purpose of me blogging was to expand my boundaries and connect with minister’s wives far and near. Maybe we are connecting thru my block. I can see many of you don’t have much to write about either.

Today I could post my devotion, give a scripture or song but simply did not feel to post either. Ok, I did beat the block and posted a basically worthless blog! Maybe in the days to come I can post something more substantial.

Happy Father's Day

Kent, thanks for being an awesome Dad. Redonia and Trent are truly blessed to have you as their Daddy. Your love shows in all you do. Thanks for always encouraging them to always do what’s right. Thank you for always making family time quality time. I know I have laughed at you this week for crying and missing Trent, but Babe, thank you for loving enough to miss Trent so badly. Thank you for making Redonia feel like a princess. Thank you for spoiling us all rotten. I love you more than life. Thanks for being a great Father-in-Law to Calah!

Daddy, where do I start? You still have my heart even though it has been 27 years since I have seen you. In many ways it does not seem like it has been so long since you left. Thanks for being a perfect Dad. Thanks for being tough on me. Thanks for not letting me do what everyone else did. Thanks for taking time to laugh, play, and listen. Oh thanks for the time you broke my arm wrestling with me even though Mom was fussing before and after. She knew we wouldn’t stop until someone got hurt! Thanks for being a great Pastor. I still remember some of your sermons. Thanks for teaching me to love the lost and enjoy bus ministry. I don’t think I’ll ever be as good as you but I sure am trying. Thanks for spoiling me by buying lots of shoes and always keeping them polished, too. Thanks for the many trips to Dauphine Island to play in the surf and sand. Thanks for the many times you would run your finger over furniture that I polished. I still remember having to redo the whole house if you found one item not dusted properly. Thanks for being silly and making us laugh. I know you would love your grandchildren. I wish Redonia and Trent could have known you. Daddy, I hate cancer. I know you taught us that no matter what God is still a healer. Thanks, Dad!!! I know He is. Even though I have spent more Father’s Days without you, it still isn’t any easier. Daddy, I miss you!!!!

Popsie, Happy Father’s Day! I love you very much. Thank you for loving me like a daughter yet allowing me to still wish my Daddy was here. Thank you for understanding that it doesn’t mean I love you any less. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for being the best Popsie Redonia and Trent could want. Thank you for loving them just like they are really yours. I know as for as they are concerned you really are!!! Thanks for being more than a step-dad.

Papaw, you are a wonderful father-in-law. Happy Father’s Day! I love you just like you are. I love it when you try to involve yourself in a current affair of ours and say “Let Pops tell you something and I don’t mean to get in your business.” I do value your opinions! I love all your jokes and stories even though I could quote many of them in my sleep. Don’t let Mamaw ever make you stop telling them. They are still really funny! Thank you for giving me my best friend, Kent. Thanks for teaching him how to serve God with all his heart and work his guts out, too! Remember when you fuss at Kent to slow down who taught him to be so driven! I love you!

I’m thankful not only for these earthly fathers but my heavenly Father. Thank you, Jesus, for being a father to me during those years of being fatherless. Thank you for your love and mercy. Just as I have striven to ensure my earthly Fathers know I love them I want you to know I love you.

Happy Father’s Day!

Calah & Trent's Wedding

Rehearsal Dinner

Pics to follow soon...

Kent is anxious for me to get some pics posted. I worked for hours last night on them. I have a couple hundred pics at least! I will endeavor to finish sorting them and get some posted no later than tomorrow….

This is one of my favorites. Check back tonight or tomorrow for more...

Upon arriving at the rehearsal dinner (nothing like the last minute) Redonia decided to write a few words to say about her brother. She instantly started crying. Of course we had a few people helping us. I suggested that Redonia spend some alone time in the foyer. She saw Trent walking into the restaurant and decided to run and greet him. Thankfully, Aunt Beath captured the moment! Redonia did an incredible job sharing memories of her brother. She was sweet and humorous.

Redonia misses her brother. Trent moved his furniture to their guest bedroom. He left us with an empty room with a little bit of clutter. Redonia came in from the wedding and sat in the middle of his room. The emptiness overtook her so she decided to sleep in his room in a sleeping bag. She has shed a lot of tears.

Kent has decided to ‘grieve’ today. I guess the reality has not hit me yet. I’m thankful for a Daddy that loves his kids. We’ve laughed thru his emotions today. Denise, Calah’s Mom and I have talked and swapped emails today. She and I are both tired and glad it’s over! We are so thankful for the MANY friends and family that shared in our joy. The church was filled beyond capacity. People were standing around the walls. We are appreciative for everyone that helped make our weekend special.

It's HERE....

Ok, here I sit in my recliner just waiting for time! I've finished all my lists for today and tomorrow. I'm glad I pushed hard for a couple of weeks so today and tomorrow will not be stressed. Oh I know we may have some unexpected events but we will deal with them as they arise.

Trent, Redonia, and a couple of their friends are here. The girls are rolling hair and the boys are eating cake. Trent said he is about to feel nervous. I think he and Eric are going to the church to 'jam'. Music and Trent are synonymous. Our home is very peaceful and quiet. I expected it to be crazy and stress filled. Trent is cute. He keeps running around with his Marriage License in his hand. He doesn't want to forget it!

I will post more later. As for the Smith household we are enjoying a nice relaxed day. Friends have called to wish us well and check on us. I got up early and spent a few minutes alone with the Lord in the stillness of the living room. Thanks to all my friends for keeping us in thoughts and prayers this week. We have surely felt the strength of God and our friends! I wish all of you could be here to share in our joy......

I Can't Get Ready. . .

This is the week that my precious baby boy, Trent will be married. Trent has fallen in love with a beautiful girl, Calah. While we are very excited about gaining a new daughter, today I woke up with a bittersweet feeling. Kent and I have enjoyed every stage of our children’s lives. We have certainly endeavored to enjoy the engagement, too. We have attempted to do everything just right from taking the bride’s family to dinner to celebrate the engagement to hosting a nice rehearsal dinner later in the week. We have offered to help in every way possible and have done so from helping address invitations to preparing a slide show, to creating and printing the wedding programs. Helping with these extras has helped to make us a part.

The kids will be living in the church parsonage and working full-time for CUPC. Each time a new ministry family has moved into the home, Kent has worked hard to give a few improvements to the old style home. This time was no exception. Calah has chosen to add some vibrant paint colors of red and gold to the home. She has created a beautiful home for them. I have enjoyed shopping and buying a few nice gifts for them.

Though we have been busy the past six months preparing for the wedding, this morning I sit here feeling I will never be ready for the wedding. Oh, my list is down to getting the house ready for house guests, picking up a few groceries, dropping off Trent’s new shirt at the cleaners, reimbursing Trent for the shirt, pushing him to pick out a new pair of needed black dress shoes, and printing and folding the programs. I still just can’t seem to get ready!

I can’t get ready to not call Trent every morning to make sure the sleepy head is getting out of bed, I can’t get ready to not hear him being LOUD singing and talking silly trying to make his sister laugh or get mad whichever button he pushes, I can’t get ready to not have him ‘steal’ socks from his Dad’s sock drawer, I can’t get ready to not have his clean laundry piled in the laundry room after he has washed it, I can’t get ready to hear his dad and him discuss how much his dry cleaning bill costs us each month, I can’t get ready to not have his backpack and lap top left in the living room, I can’t get ready to not lay his mail on the stairs for him to take upstairs, I can’t get ready to not call him to check on him and remind him of curfew, I can’t get ready to not sit up and wait on him to come in at night, I can’t get ready to not have him pile in my lap knowing I’m claustrophobic, I can’t get ready to not hear him ask his dad to eat a bowl of cereal with him at night, I can’t get ready to not hear him play Israel Houghton music, I can’t get ready to not hear him making loops for a new song at church, I can’t get ready to not hear him acting silly with his buds on the phone, I just can’t seem to get ready…..

Oh Kent and I have worked hard through Trent’s life to prepare him for this week. He knows how to pay his bills, to set goals and obtain them, how to have cheap dates when his budget is taxed, how to pay his tithes, how to pray, how to spend most of his weekend dates at the church on Friday and Saturday nights, how to take care of his clothes and car, how to take care of Calah, how to work when he doesn’t feel good. I KNOW Trent is ready for this new and exciting change in his life.

Trent is taking Calah on a surprise (that has almost leaked out) international honeymoon. Though my children have travelled alone Redonia fears he isn’t ready to do an international trip without Mom or Dad. She insists we should not have allowed this. Allowed, we questioned? He will be a married man how can we tell him where he can and can’t go. Shhh Redonia I will worry about my baby, too. I KNOW he is responsible and will do fine but still he is my baby.
I’m thankful my baby is ready but I only wish I could get ready….

PS I read this to Kent before posting and we both sit here with tears STREAMING yes STREAMING, I don’t think Dad is ready either…..

What's in the Air?

Today I woke up feeling a sense of Victory. It may seem a little strange but every morning I use my cell phone to call my children on their phones while we are all in the same house. They are upstairs and I’m down. We should have installed an intercom when we built our home. This morning when I called Redonia, I said, “Oh by the way sissy, don’t forget tonight is church!” She giggled and immediately I realized its Friday and not Wednesday. I had been dreaming about taking Tamia to church and her receiving the greatest altar experience. Kent heard me and laughed at me, too! I immediately felt disappointed not that I was teased but it wasn’t church. I had been dreaming about Tamia.

I received an email this morning from someone with a news report of increased crime in Conroe. According to the report much of it is happening in my normal path of travel each week. With increased fuel costs budgets are suffering. Crime is naturally going to rise. I responded to the email that we may soon find ourselves praying “Father come quickly”. This is really victory!If we truly love God our churches are going to fill to capacity because we will not want the return of the Lord without reaching out more and more to the lost.

Yesterday, I had an anonymous comment to my previous blog. Lately, I have gone to Target at unusual times of the day for me. Twice I have seen this dear individual. She and I both know it is a God thing. She has been seeking God for direction . One of the mornings I saw her, she had spent time in prayer asking God some questions. She said when she saw me she knew I was the answer. Just as God is going to help my dear friend so is He going to quench the thirsty souls of many.

God is able and willing to give victory. Today is a good day to turn to Him that He may perform what others may call the impossible! "But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him" (Hebrews 11:6).

Who knows this weekend may be the beginning of the greatest harvest the church has ever known. Victory is definitely in the air!

"Pretend that every single person you meet

has a sign around his or her neck that says,

'Make me feel important.'

Not only will you succeed in sales,

you will succeed in life."

-- Mary Kay Ash

While in a shopping mall, the grocery store, or the airport have you ever felt like you had a sign around your neck? Frankly, I’m not speaking of a sign like “Be nice to me, I’ve had a tough day” or “Come on and smile, I’m a Pentecostal, too”.

I’m talking about the sign that causes someone to pour out all their problems on you while standing in a check-out lane or ask for $5.00 because they are short that much for the bus fare to make it to Dallas to see their baby who was just admitted to the hospital and not expected to survive. My sweet husband and dear friend, Belinda Alba, always seem to have these type signs around their necks. Travelling together with them can prove to be interesting. While one gets stopped by one person the other is only steps away caught by someone else. Bro. Alba and I always sit back and smile waiting to hear about their new friends. What fun times we’ve shared!

Today, however, I wish to focus on signs that others may have hanging around their necks. I want to see the hopelessness, the loneliness, the emptiness, or the need for prayer that people I come in contact may be wearing. Often people in need have grown accustomed to their situations and don’t reach out for help. I believe if I will allow God to work in me I will see the sign and not have to even wait to “hear” the need. I know there are so many desperate situations in our churches, families, and communities but with God’s help we can minister and remove the sign of need and replace with signs of hope for others.

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!