Friday, March 28, 2008

The day I was humbled by the mail....

I walked out to the mailbox today. The sun was shining. The birds are beginning to find their way back to the neighborhood. It was enough to make me smile.

I grab the mail. Magazine. Magazine. Bill. Junk. Junk. Letter. Junk. Wait. That wasn't junk. I flip back.

There, on a white business envelope is my old high school mascot. In the corner, in big bold letters, "Class of 1988 20th reunion!"



That stings.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Times do change

Perhaps it is me getting older. Perhaps it is being the mother to teen-age girls. Perhaps it is my past experience. Perhaps the world is going upside down and sideways.
Perhaps it is a bit of 'all of the above.'

I was at the mall last night with Gracie, our 8 year old. It was our mommy/daughter night. She requested a trip to to Barnes & Noble and the Disney Store. I put on my smile and pointed the van in the right direction. Truthfully, I don't much care for the mall. It just isn't 'fun' anymore.

I lived in Southern California during my mall rat years. I knew all of the area malls from memory. Which mall had Judy's? Which mall had the least amount of pesky security guards, that for some reason, did now see the humor in escalator jumping? Which mall had the best soft pretzels? Which mall had the best mix music over the loud speakers? Which mall drew in the cutest boys?

My friends and I would spend countless hours trying on clothes we had no intention of buying (many apologies to those sales clerks), eating massive amounts of junk food, giggling at boys, and sizing up our girl peers. In my later teen years, I had my first jobs at the mall. Yep, many years of my life revolved around mall hours - the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Times change. People change.

Last night, I looked around and felt frustration and sorrow.
I witnessed girls no older than 13 behaving like a 25 year old on her honeymoon.
I witnessed boys missing the mark on how to behave like a young man.
The lack of shame when it came to chosen words, music, clothing styles, and personal impressions were alarming.

I'm not that old. I do understand that I view things from a conservative pair of glasses, but I'm not a prude, nor am I naive. I 'get' that a lot of these kids are testing limits and expressing newfound ideas. I 'get' that a lot of what I witnessed was not life altering for their future, but when you put their behavior with current (messed up) societal messages, it becomes a dangerous mix.

Our mall is the biggest in the state, but compared to the malls I grew up around, it is modest in size and attendance. I saw 4 large "Pregnant? We can help" billboards and numerous store fronts/signs that, in my opinion, sent the wrong message for any person, much less an impressionable teen-ager. When did all of this become OK?

I know. I know. Every generation thinks their generation is the roughest, but Heaven help us, if that is true, what kind of world can I expect for my grandchildren?

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Blessed Easter

Friday, March 21, 2008

Good Friday

Thank you, Jesus.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Worldess Wednesday

Monday, March 17, 2008

Holy Week

What a blessed week we have before us as Christians. Praise God.

Yesterday was Palm Sunday which is the celebration of Jesus' return to Jerusalem. It begins Holy Week, leading us to Easter.

We will have regular midweek service on Wednesday which includes worship, children's ministry, and adult Bible study. The children will be going over the story of Easter. They know this story by heart (praises) but each year we go over it with great love and thankfulness.

Worship, a shared meal, and foot-washing will take place on Maundy Thursday.
Maundy Thursday is a time to commemorate Jesus' Last Supper, where Jesus gave His disciples the greatest commandment of all, "To love one another as I have loved you."

There will be a mid-afternoon gathering for Good Friday - a time to reflect on the crucification and death of Jesus.

Sunday will be a joyous service for Easter. Worship, dance, prayer, communion, and fellowship will celebrate the Living Christ. Hallelujah!

I pray your week is filled with love and peace.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

::: chomp crunch :::

Post Trail Mix Crunch is wonderful.
Buy some. You will like it.

The end.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

A boy child, my cell phone, and our pastor

So, I misplaced my cell phone early this morning. One minute it was on my desk, the next minute, gone.
I didn't worry too much. It always turns up when someone calls and I hear it ring.
I didn't give it much more thought, until.....

Jeff called about 15 minutes ago. He said, "Kim! Is everything OK?!" He sounded worried and upset. I said, "Yes. Absolutely. Why?"

Apparently, one of my boys had my phone. He made 6 calls to the first person on my call list. The first person on my call list is one of the pastors at church. Said child didn't say much to Pastor except to answer, "Yes. This is Caleb" before hanging up. Caleb is a new 6 year old and doesn't read well, as you can tell. He does know how to operate the phone though, right down to turning off the ringer. He needs to work on phone etiquette it seems.

When pastor A tried to call back, the phone didn't ring, which means I couldn't hear it. It was a nasty cycle that went back and forth for about 10 minutes.

In pure amusement (and a bit of worry) the pastor called my husband's cell phone. He wanted to make sure everything was OK, which I truly appreciate.

By this time, I see my phone sitting on the bathroom counter and think, "Gee Kim, nice place to leave your phone" -- pick it up and put it in the kitchen. Dh calls and I see it light up. I think, "Hmm, when did I turn the ringer off?" which brings you to the beginning the story.

My boy child will be apologizing to the pastor (who has 3 small children) tomorrow afternoon and has strict orders to NOT touch my phone unless it is an emergency. Pastor did tell Jeff that if Caleb needed pastoral care he is free to call at anytime.

You know, this reminds me of when my other boy child was 2 and called my brother in law in Oregon the same way. My brother in law is a sheriff. Imagine that return call?

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

What If...

Last night, during a fit of insomnia, I grabbed my laptop and went to Netflix, where I ran through the list of "Watch Now" movies.

My cursor stopped at Born Into Brothels. Admittedly, the title gave me pause, but after reading the reviews, I hit the play button. I am both happy and sad that I did.

Despite the title of the movie, there was no blatant sexuality. It mostly centered around the children left to deal with consequences brought on by adult/societal choices. Warning, some of the language is harsh.

After the movie was over, I found myself in prayer. I thanked Father for being so abundantly blessed on this earth. It was an over-due prayer. This movie showed me true poverty and distress. While settling down to fall asleep, I heard the Lord say to me, "Kim, what if everyone felt that type of gratitude in your home? In your community? What if My work was done in the big and little details of life? What if, Kim?"

Well, so much for getting to sleep now, Lord. I laughed and grabbed my pen and paper (which I keep on my nightstand).

What if...
~every believer acted like Jesus for 24 hours?
~every child fell asleep to the prayers of their earthly father?
~we smiled at every person we ran into today?
~everyone picked up 2 cans of extra food at the store this week and dropped them off at the local food bank?
~every child had a Bible story read to them everyday for a week?
~people turned off the TV and read His word for 24 hours? A week?
~we all followed the Ten Commandments?
~we all followed the greatest commandment? Love one another.

I finally drifted off to sleep, cuddled under my warm blankets, close to a man I love, with my babies safe in their rooms, and I wondered, What If....