So, I have almost completely forgotten how to do this, but here goes...
Since I haven't blogged since November (wow, back after Chiara's surgery) I will tell you that we are all doing fine. Schedules and other things have made it difficult for all of our families to meet together, but everyone has found their own way.
The Roberts family is meeting every Monday night - we do Bible study, pray and sing together for sure on that night, and then spontaneously throughout the week. I don't know about you, but since we are all so busy we really have to say "Ok, at the very least we know we are meeting on Monday" and then let the rest fall into place. I would love for it not to be like that, but alas, we are all run ragged.
The Beltons have taken on a new assignment - Interim Pastor of Berean Baptist Church. Yes, for those wondering, that is the church Brian was pastoring up until last May. Doug is an excellent teacher and a great expositor, I know he has been dreaming of this. They are happy to have found a place to serve and we are very happy for them.
The Steiners are very busy with their band, Another Day (they have a fanpage on Facebook). I haven't been able to see them perform yet, but I am sure they are fabulous. Incidentally, they have begun to lead musical worship at Berean from time to time.
So, the big question - Did our experiment fail? NO, not in the least. You could say everyone is "broken up" I guess, but that's the way its supposed to be. When God tells you to go, you go. If you don't move when He prompts you, then what the heck ARE you doing? Too long we spent time spinning our wheels, waiting for something to happen. Once we get out there and DO what God wants, that's when we are really serving Him. I know this paragraph is all grammatically incorrect, sorry it's early.
I am sure there are a lot of people who think, "Good, now everyone is back where they belong" Well that is rubbish. If there is one thing I have learned, it's that only God can tell you where you belong. No man can tell you that, and no amount of trying to please people can put you inside God's will. So this is where we are because this is where He wants us - and I believe the same for the Beltons and Steiners...and if that's not true, then that is ours to deal with, or theirs respectively.
So what are you doing this week to make sure you are serving God in the way HE wants you to? MR
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Perspective
Ok, I have been chastised by several friends now, who say they actually want to READ this blog, but can't because I never update it...so I guess I apologize :)
Last week Chiara had surgery, so Brian and I spent the weekend there and we didn't meet with anyone else. It amazes me though, how we can see the Hand of God just reach down and touch people...even when we are not looking for it.
Chiara did really well with being sliced open! The recovery hasn't been as hard as we thought it would, she is really a trooper, and hasn't been as pitiful as you would think.
While we were there, there was a little boy across the hall who was on strict isolation...we felt so bad for him! But he got to go home on Saturday night, and Sunday morning a little girl was moved into his room. I was coming down the hall when I saw them wheel her in...she looked like a mummy. Literally, every limb was completely encassed in guaze and wrappings. Her little face was poking out, and her mama walking beside her looked so tired.
I walked into our room and saw my little girl sitting there, watching Diego for the millionth time (gotta love that hospital On-Demand, that was so cool!) and just resting and looking all normal except for the IV, Cathedar and Epidural. It reminded me, once again, that it's all a matter of perspective...no matter how bad off we think we are, someone out there is always worse. And that person is probably looking at us thinking they are glad they aren't going through what we are.
Anyway, Hand of God...at approximately 2:12 in the morning, my daughter was still awake. Apparently she reacts to Ox
ycodone the same way I do...which is to be completely wired and not sleep for days. So here we are, wide awake (mommy not so much, but what else could I do) and watching Diego, again. I went out to get her some applesauce, since she was awake she might as well eat...and I heard laughing. It was loud for 2:23 in the morning, and it startled me.
It was coming from the mummy girl! She was laughing so loud! I stood there, mystified, and her mother came out and said, "Oh, is she bothering you? I can make her be quiet."
To me, at 2:49 in the morning, that statement sounded like the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. The sound of that little girl laughing, all wrapped up like a burrito, was about the most wonderful thing I think I could have heard. It was a gentle reminder from God to keep it all in perspective.
I wonder how much Lazarus laughed, when being brought back from the dead. Do you think that Mary and Martha apologized for his laugh to the passersby that may have been wallowing in their own self pity over their situations? Somehow I rather doubt it. MR
(Obviously this isn't Lazarus...it's Cameron in his Halloween costume :)
Last week Chiara had surgery, so Brian and I spent the weekend there and we didn't meet with anyone else. It amazes me though, how we can see the Hand of God just reach down and touch people...even when we are not looking for it.
Chiara did really well with being sliced open! The recovery hasn't been as hard as we thought it would, she is really a trooper, and hasn't been as pitiful as you would think.
While we were there, there was a little boy across the hall who was on strict isolation...we felt so bad for him! But he got to go home on Saturday night, and Sunday morning a little girl was moved into his room. I was coming down the hall when I saw them wheel her in...she looked like a mummy. Literally, every limb was completely encassed in guaze and wrappings. Her little face was poking out, and her mama walking beside her looked so tired.
I walked into our room and saw my little girl sitting there, watching Diego for the millionth time (gotta love that hospital On-Demand, that was so cool!) and just resting and looking all normal except for the IV, Cathedar and Epidural. It reminded me, once again, that it's all a matter of perspective...no matter how bad off we think we are, someone out there is always worse. And that person is probably looking at us thinking they are glad they aren't going through what we are.
Anyway, Hand of God...at approximately 2:12 in the morning, my daughter was still awake. Apparently she reacts to Ox
ycodone the same way I do...which is to be completely wired and not sleep for days. So here we are, wide awake (mommy not so much, but what else could I do) and watching Diego, again. I went out to get her some applesauce, since she was awake she might as well eat...and I heard laughing. It was loud for 2:23 in the morning, and it startled me.It was coming from the mummy girl! She was laughing so loud! I stood there, mystified, and her mother came out and said, "Oh, is she bothering you? I can make her be quiet."
To me, at 2:49 in the morning, that statement sounded like the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. The sound of that little girl laughing, all wrapped up like a burrito, was about the most wonderful thing I think I could have heard. It was a gentle reminder from God to keep it all in perspective.
I wonder how much Lazarus laughed, when being brought back from the dead. Do you think that Mary and Martha apologized for his laugh to the passersby that may have been wallowing in their own self pity over their situations? Somehow I rather doubt it. MR
(Obviously this isn't Lazarus...it's Cameron in his Halloween costume :)
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