So I really just don't like twitter. I tried it one time before, I got two viruses from it, deleted my account. Recently, when our church changed hands, I got a new one and tried it out, but I just can't get over the fact that it is boring to me. I only really got it for church purposes, but since we no longer go to that church, I got rid of it today. I guess I am just a twitter hater. I only liked the fact that I could read about my favorite christian artists and what they were doing, celebrities, etc...but it all seemed so silly to me. I felt like I was stalking these celebrities trying to see what they do in their own lives and how much different is it really than mine?
So...
I did it. I deleted my twitter today. I just like facebook better. I used to have a myspace, but I hated all the fancy pants crap that went along with it. And it seemed like you coudln't ever find anyone because they were all on facebook. So I tried facebook, and loved it! I tried the new twitter when it was new, just because....and have come to the conclusion, that I don't belong there. SO facebook it is.
Goodbye twitter, hello dark ages...again. How I have missed you! :)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Faith and friends
Over the last few weeks, Shane and I have been on a roller coaster of emotions. We left the home church we had been members of for 4 years. we felt comfortable there. Things were too good to get away from. Then changes happened and it was a stark realization that nothing is as clear cut as we think it is or should be. We were comfy in our little warm bed of church and friends. We felt at home there. But then we felt the big hand of God picking us out of the crowd we liked to hide in the middle of. We have felt like our calling is at a different place for a while, but were unable to pull away from our home church because to leave would be to let ourselves feel vulnerable and open to the world , instead of in the closeness of our church family.
It felt lonely out here with no "family" to turn to. We felt like outsiders looking in waiting for our next stop in the game of Life. How many spaces before it is time to stop and rest again? What does God have in store for us? Are we just going to be drifting from one place to another in search of this new home? HOw long until we find it?
I ask these questions and pray. But I had to stop the other day and look up and say, "okay God, I get it. We have to stop and look up and have faith that You have all the answers and it isn't up to us. We will have faith that You will lead us to the place where you want us to stop and rest again."
In all of this, my friends from our previous home have been in touch with me, making me feel so much better. I of course, assumed they would want nothing to do with us and never talk to us again. But on the contrary, they have been awesome, encouraging and loving. I couldn't ask for better friends.
This path we are on is scary but having faith in God and friends to cheer us on the whole way is comforting to no end.
It felt lonely out here with no "family" to turn to. We felt like outsiders looking in waiting for our next stop in the game of Life. How many spaces before it is time to stop and rest again? What does God have in store for us? Are we just going to be drifting from one place to another in search of this new home? HOw long until we find it?
I ask these questions and pray. But I had to stop the other day and look up and say, "okay God, I get it. We have to stop and look up and have faith that You have all the answers and it isn't up to us. We will have faith that You will lead us to the place where you want us to stop and rest again."
In all of this, my friends from our previous home have been in touch with me, making me feel so much better. I of course, assumed they would want nothing to do with us and never talk to us again. But on the contrary, they have been awesome, encouraging and loving. I couldn't ask for better friends.
This path we are on is scary but having faith in God and friends to cheer us on the whole way is comforting to no end.
Friday, June 11, 2010
I love summer!
Summer is my favorite season. Trees are green, flowers are blooming, sunshine is shining, it's hot and humid. The pool is open for business. Summer is just a time in the year when everything is awake and alive. So different from Winter. When it is cold and snowy and the wind is blowing, people tend to hibernate in their homes, not getting together as much. When Summer comes, it's the opposite!
Being a summer baby, I have always loved the summer. The dog days of summer when it is scorching hot, the sun is baring down on you, you drip sweat just by going to the mailbox and back, definitely my favorite time of year. I remember when I was a poor kid in Sheridan, living in a small home on 6th street. Mom and dad would be inside doing cleaning and house chores, I would be outside, swimsuit on, sprinkler or hose going, maybe even one of those little plastic pools to soak in. Kids from the deadend street would get together in our backyard to take their turn running through the frigid cold sprinkler, maybe leftover popsicle in the corners of their mouth. These images are so vivid in my mind sometimes it was like it happened today. So carefree and innocent.
As my mind drifts back to present day, I remember with a smile those merry times in the backyard, but my mind fills with nervousness as I think about this Sunday. Our first Sunday at a new church. We visited a church our friends are interim pastor at a few weeks ago, and that was nice to be with them, felt like home. However, realistically speaking, more than likely not going to become our home church. We are trying out some new churches here in Westfield, close to home where Cameron will hopefully know a lot of the kids in the youth group already and not have to make such a hard transition. Luckily, some friends of ours that left New Life a long time ago are making the same transition as we are and are looking forward to looking at churches with us. I kind of like that idea, friends being with you while you both transition. Change is always hard for me. Much harder than it is for others. So while the changes at New life that took place were hard to swallow, being new in a church of strangers, that will be much harder. I will take it in stride and pray to God to give me strength and courage these next couple of months as we make some hard decisions on where God is leading us to be. I think this will definitely be much easier having to take place in the summer, then it would be if it were winter. So as I sing worship songs on Sunday and try to fit in with the others, I will be thinking of the carefree girl running through the sprinkler and smiling, knowing that God is watching me through all of it and leading me by the hand, just like my daddy did when I was little.
Being a summer baby, I have always loved the summer. The dog days of summer when it is scorching hot, the sun is baring down on you, you drip sweat just by going to the mailbox and back, definitely my favorite time of year. I remember when I was a poor kid in Sheridan, living in a small home on 6th street. Mom and dad would be inside doing cleaning and house chores, I would be outside, swimsuit on, sprinkler or hose going, maybe even one of those little plastic pools to soak in. Kids from the deadend street would get together in our backyard to take their turn running through the frigid cold sprinkler, maybe leftover popsicle in the corners of their mouth. These images are so vivid in my mind sometimes it was like it happened today. So carefree and innocent.
As my mind drifts back to present day, I remember with a smile those merry times in the backyard, but my mind fills with nervousness as I think about this Sunday. Our first Sunday at a new church. We visited a church our friends are interim pastor at a few weeks ago, and that was nice to be with them, felt like home. However, realistically speaking, more than likely not going to become our home church. We are trying out some new churches here in Westfield, close to home where Cameron will hopefully know a lot of the kids in the youth group already and not have to make such a hard transition. Luckily, some friends of ours that left New Life a long time ago are making the same transition as we are and are looking forward to looking at churches with us. I kind of like that idea, friends being with you while you both transition. Change is always hard for me. Much harder than it is for others. So while the changes at New life that took place were hard to swallow, being new in a church of strangers, that will be much harder. I will take it in stride and pray to God to give me strength and courage these next couple of months as we make some hard decisions on where God is leading us to be. I think this will definitely be much easier having to take place in the summer, then it would be if it were winter. So as I sing worship songs on Sunday and try to fit in with the others, I will be thinking of the carefree girl running through the sprinkler and smiling, knowing that God is watching me through all of it and leading me by the hand, just like my daddy did when I was little.
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