That's what it's been like since I returned to work after being on maternity leave for the past year. I described it to my husband saying "I've had ideas stirring for the last year and suddenly I'm back to work and I'm spewing vision/new ideas on everyone who crosses my path". And it's not just for my own department, which is children's ministries. I've got ideas for women's ministries, missions, prayer meeting. To be honest, it's ridiculous! I feel most sorry for the people in my department because they are forced to receive it in huge doses. Not only am I getting to hear about an entire year's worth of updates from the volunteers and staff I work with, they are receiving a year's worth of dreams, ambition, ideas and enthusiasm.
Funny enough, the vomit must be contagious because people keep listening (not necessarily implementing every idea, but listening). Those who love vision are excited and the enthusiasm is spreading like a virus...in a good way.
So I thought to myself, since I can't afford to take a year off everytime I need a vision boost, what lessons can I take away from the renewed passion and vision that comes with a leave of absence?
Here's my top three ways to renew vision for your family, ministry, or life:
1. Lock yourself away.
Don't get me wrong. Being on a mat. leave is in no way like being in prison...except maybe during teething season. However we all need to make opportunity to be completely unplugged, uninterrupted by work-related deadlines and expectations. Whether it's for a week's vacation, or an afternoon where no one can find you.
2. Surround yourself with people you love
The best part of a maternity leave is the time spent with my babies! There is a time and place for solitude, but being around people you love and who care about you re-energizes you. Embrace the pure joy of being with non-work related others and allow yourself to grow as a person and gain perspective.
3. Get in touch with your identity
For me, the time spent not being employed is a gift from God because it forces me to put my identity solely in Him. Who am I apart from what I do or get paid to do? Of course you don't have to lose your job or go on a leave to take a moment and refocus on who God says you are. You are a child of God. You are valued for WHO you are, not just what you can do.
Part of me wishes I could stay in "maternity leave land" forever, but alas our family is now complete. However the lessons learned are amazing, and it's up to all of us to take moments time and time again to rejuvenate and refocus so that we can give back to others.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Chasing Ants
This spring we were having a little issue with ants taking over the neighbourhood. For the time being it had helped distract us from the concern that rabbits were taking over and would be soon doubling the population of our subdivision. Rabbits stay outdoors are cute and cuddly, and keep the children entertained from the living room window. Ants on our kitchen floors? Not so cute.
It had been a couple of days of eliminating the occasional ant with kleenex and I had already decided I would get my husband to pick up some ant traps or something later on in the week. However, nothing really prepared me for the take-over that was being plotted in the tiny crevices of my kitchen baseboards while I lay fast asleep in my bed one night.
I woke up earlier than anyone else and had a brilliant idea that I would sit down with a cup of tea and read my Bible, enjoying the silence. Then I saw them. At first it was one ant that caught my attention, causing me to get up from my Bible and move toward the kitchen ceramics. I bent down to end the poor little critters life only to see a tiny little army marching diligently around the parameter of our dining area, under the kitchen table, and soon to be down the hall. I was no longer the only one who was up early that morning. Suddenly the scripture "Consider the ant, you sluggard" flashed through my head. The thought quickly passed as I myself began scurrying to chase ants from one end of the kitchen to the other. Where were they coming from? How could I get rid of them? Was there a home remedy I could look up? Something safe for the kids to play around? Chasing the ants led to looking up ant solutions online, which led to me trailing cinnamon around the entire border of the kitchen, which somehow lead to me going downstairs, which reminded me of all the laundry that I should be doing, which caused me to put a load in the washer, which lead to waking up the baby, which ultimately meant so much for morning bible devotions. I was disappointed with what happened and wanted to blame the ants. Stupid ants! How dare they get in the way of my quiet time with God?! Yet the familiarity of getting caught up in 'chasing' crises was haunting my spirit. Good intentions sometimes feel like my worst enemy. As a mom I tend to put everyone elses needs and demands as top priority. After a day of chasing a runaway toddler and budding ballerina, stopping only to bandage a papercut or change a diaper, I'm left with little time to myself. Now I've added a full work day to my agenda and I'm realizing quickly the need to set my priorities even higher and keep time with God as well as my family a high priority. The ants are now gone after three different remedies, but the life lesson remains. Stop chasing the "ants" that distract me from being who I am in Christ.
It had been a couple of days of eliminating the occasional ant with kleenex and I had already decided I would get my husband to pick up some ant traps or something later on in the week. However, nothing really prepared me for the take-over that was being plotted in the tiny crevices of my kitchen baseboards while I lay fast asleep in my bed one night.
I woke up earlier than anyone else and had a brilliant idea that I would sit down with a cup of tea and read my Bible, enjoying the silence. Then I saw them. At first it was one ant that caught my attention, causing me to get up from my Bible and move toward the kitchen ceramics. I bent down to end the poor little critters life only to see a tiny little army marching diligently around the parameter of our dining area, under the kitchen table, and soon to be down the hall. I was no longer the only one who was up early that morning. Suddenly the scripture "Consider the ant, you sluggard" flashed through my head. The thought quickly passed as I myself began scurrying to chase ants from one end of the kitchen to the other. Where were they coming from? How could I get rid of them? Was there a home remedy I could look up? Something safe for the kids to play around? Chasing the ants led to looking up ant solutions online, which led to me trailing cinnamon around the entire border of the kitchen, which somehow lead to me going downstairs, which reminded me of all the laundry that I should be doing, which caused me to put a load in the washer, which lead to waking up the baby, which ultimately meant so much for morning bible devotions. I was disappointed with what happened and wanted to blame the ants. Stupid ants! How dare they get in the way of my quiet time with God?! Yet the familiarity of getting caught up in 'chasing' crises was haunting my spirit. Good intentions sometimes feel like my worst enemy. As a mom I tend to put everyone elses needs and demands as top priority. After a day of chasing a runaway toddler and budding ballerina, stopping only to bandage a papercut or change a diaper, I'm left with little time to myself. Now I've added a full work day to my agenda and I'm realizing quickly the need to set my priorities even higher and keep time with God as well as my family a high priority. The ants are now gone after three different remedies, but the life lesson remains. Stop chasing the "ants" that distract me from being who I am in Christ.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Serving: No Regrets Mom and Dad
When I was a young'n my parents were die-hard children's ministry volunteers. They lead the mid-week program, taught in Sunday School and hosted family events before 'family ministry' was even a catch phrase! I remember my dad going around the church foyer taking chinese food orders on more than one New Year's Eve services. Even my dad knew that New Year's Eve services needed something that was more 'family friendly' than simply singing hymns as the clock struck midnight. It wasn't always easy being so involved in volunteer ministry as a family of five. We lived 20 minutes away from the church, and on more than a few occasions my parents found themselves driving out to the church two or three days a week, including twice on a Sunday so we could be in kids choir Sunday nights. Wow! When I think about it, it must have been crazy at times! But my parents loved to serve. They loved to serve where their kids were involved, and they took pride in being available and willing to serve the Lord in whatever way was most needed.
Lately I've heard a lot in children's ministry circles about making sure we don't ask too much of volunteers and guarding against pulling families to the church several nights a week. The reason is supposedly for the sake of families, so that people have time at home to simply 'be a family'. I get it. I really do. We need to not abuse people's willingness to serve, at the expense of their families. However, I also heard a pastor of a very large and successful church say in contrary "Don't police your volunteers". His view was that we need to teach people to discern for themselves when and how much to be involved and not be the 'Holy Spirit' in people's lives. God has given different measures of grace and giftedness to individuals and we may very well be quenching talent and passion to serve by setting hard and steadfast limits on involvement.
My parents had no idea when they were dragging my two sisters and I to early set up for Vacation Bible School that they were providing pre-bible college credits to their eldest daughter who would one day be in full-time ministry. When they stayed late Sunday nights to minister during an altar call they didn't realize that they were teaching their children to rely on the Presence of God not the calendar or the clock to direct their days. When they brought home crafts to cut and badges to sort, they were showing that service is something you do for the Lord, and not for personal thanks or even jewels in your crown.
My mom and dad weren't perfect volunteers, and I'm sure time has erased most of the frustrations and any stress that was placed on our busy family schedule to make room for serving our local church. I do know one thing for sure though. My parents were happiest when they were the most involved in ministering at our family church. The times they've felt empty and displaced have been during times when their hands were most idle, and their hearts not engaged in doing something to serve the Lord in a way that's connected to God's House.
I vow to live life with no regrets. When your kids have lived off volunteer pizza and nursery goldfish crackers a few times too much this week...don't sweat it. You never know what next great leader is being shaped and influenced while in the shadow of you serving the Lord. We were never neglected for the sake of the ministry, but instead we were blessed to see the joy and sacrifice of serving being fleshed out in our family setting. That's Family Ministry. Without serving...it's just another day on the calendar.
Lately I've heard a lot in children's ministry circles about making sure we don't ask too much of volunteers and guarding against pulling families to the church several nights a week. The reason is supposedly for the sake of families, so that people have time at home to simply 'be a family'. I get it. I really do. We need to not abuse people's willingness to serve, at the expense of their families. However, I also heard a pastor of a very large and successful church say in contrary "Don't police your volunteers". His view was that we need to teach people to discern for themselves when and how much to be involved and not be the 'Holy Spirit' in people's lives. God has given different measures of grace and giftedness to individuals and we may very well be quenching talent and passion to serve by setting hard and steadfast limits on involvement.
My parents had no idea when they were dragging my two sisters and I to early set up for Vacation Bible School that they were providing pre-bible college credits to their eldest daughter who would one day be in full-time ministry. When they stayed late Sunday nights to minister during an altar call they didn't realize that they were teaching their children to rely on the Presence of God not the calendar or the clock to direct their days. When they brought home crafts to cut and badges to sort, they were showing that service is something you do for the Lord, and not for personal thanks or even jewels in your crown.
My mom and dad weren't perfect volunteers, and I'm sure time has erased most of the frustrations and any stress that was placed on our busy family schedule to make room for serving our local church. I do know one thing for sure though. My parents were happiest when they were the most involved in ministering at our family church. The times they've felt empty and displaced have been during times when their hands were most idle, and their hearts not engaged in doing something to serve the Lord in a way that's connected to God's House.
I vow to live life with no regrets. When your kids have lived off volunteer pizza and nursery goldfish crackers a few times too much this week...don't sweat it. You never know what next great leader is being shaped and influenced while in the shadow of you serving the Lord. We were never neglected for the sake of the ministry, but instead we were blessed to see the joy and sacrifice of serving being fleshed out in our family setting. That's Family Ministry. Without serving...it's just another day on the calendar.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Second Takes
A couple of weekends ago I experienced what it was like to be a part of a video created for an upcoming children's ministries event http://www.blownawayconference.ca/. My nerves were a little rattled, but quickly put at ease by the pros who helped me learn the ropes of being on camera. They explained that the video would be broken down into short clips with some fancy editing, cool camera angles, and music to make it all flow. I soon appreciated the freedom that came within the boundaries of that setting. If I said something semi-profound it was captured for future use, because the camera was still rolling. If I said something heretical or tripped over my words...no worries, just say it again and better. It's a little freeing for the internal perfectionist in me who sometimes trips up over her own thoughts mid-sentence. It's not often due to a lack of direction that I'm sometimes hesitant in stating my case; rather it's out of an insecurity of being misunderstood or unheard. These haunting notions are occasionally brought on by reminders of harsh reprimands from long ago. Reprimands that came verbally or subliminally for voicing an unpopular opinion or challenging the status quo. Statements that were overlooked or dismissed (dare I even say it now...) because they came from the voice of a soprano. This is the luggage we carry with us on our journey, which can paralyze us mid-stride if we're not careful. I now recognize it as pointless fear. The leftovers of experience rears its head in unsuspecting places, and then cower when the Truth hits it like bright lights next to the camera lens.
After this weekend I find myself absolutely grateful for the way that God sees my life, versus the way I've been interpreting it. I've been seeing every step as a 'get it right on the first try' commitment, rather than the fact the camera just keeps on rolling and so must I. Some days I do something really profound and see the ripple effect for years to come. Other days I make bone-head mistakes and want to wallow in the mud of my own disappointments. But I hear the voice of the Creative Editor saying, "Just re-do it" as He gives opportunity for a second more wiser take on life. Some footage will never make it on the playback reel in heaven, but it was those 'takes' that help the keeper moments rise to the top.
He's a gracious Father in heaven. None of our weaknesses or strengths are hidden from Him. He keeps an account of ALL our days for the bigger picture, and starting over gives Him greater glory in the end.
Why not just start again?
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Downstairs or Upstairs...Doesn't Really Matter.
Well, I'm finally on my maternity leave. We had a beautiful baby girl on July 24th, and today was my second Sunday back in church and upstairs with the 'big kids' for worship. Our pastor was speaking about the presence of God, and it got me thinking. Thinking about a certain number of people who feel they can't 'miss out' on what's going on upstairs in worship on a Sunday morning. That is such a great quality to have in a church. A place where people come with expectations that God is going to show up, and that His presence is real and active in our services. Praise God for that! There is no down side to this, only an awareness as a children's pastor that those same people who don't want to 'miss out' unfortunately use this reason on occasion as an excuse for not getting involved in serving in our children's programs. Ouch...could this really be true?
This morning I was able to peak in on our children's ministries department, and it did nothing but put a huge smile on my face. Leaders were interacting with enthusiasm, encouraging children in activities; lovely ladies and young people were sitting on the floor while playing and cuddling with our nursery babies. It was a noisey, energizing beauty to behold. Okay, I'm a cheesey children's pastor...but hear me out. I am absolutely enjoying being upstairs during my maternity break. I remember a time long ago when I longed to be 'upstairs', simply to have a break from the weekly grind of doing children's ministries. But I can say with all honesty that I felt the same welling up in my spirit, a realization of the presence of God, as I peaked into the 'sanctuary' downstairs, as I did being in the dynamic service upstairs with arms raised in worship. The presence of God is alive and well in children's ministries, and it's felt and seen in the diligent service of our volunteers and the growing hearts of our kids. It's shown in the integrity of workers who know that they too are tending the flame of the altar, and stoking the coals being lit by the Spirit in our children.
What a great feeling this morning to know in my heart of hearts that while I can enjoy being upstairs with the grown-ups, I can testify to anyone who would listen that in NO WAY do people 'miss out' on God's presence while serving in church. His presence goes with us, and through us. It truly does consume us, and our call in children's ministries is to help our little ones to be consumed by an awesome God as well.
One of our up and coming junior leaders asked me this morning when am I coming back downstairs again. She had an innocent but loyal longing in her eyes. I wish I could have explained to her better that I have this one precious year to spend on maternity leave and so I won't be downstairs in kidz church until that time is up. I would have said to her with equal loyalty "I wish I was with you guys right now", but I didn't. Instead, I smiled knowing that the presence of God is alive and well in our Lakemount Kidz. Upstairs or downstairs, it really doesn't matter. We are all in His wonderful capable hands.
This morning I was able to peak in on our children's ministries department, and it did nothing but put a huge smile on my face. Leaders were interacting with enthusiasm, encouraging children in activities; lovely ladies and young people were sitting on the floor while playing and cuddling with our nursery babies. It was a noisey, energizing beauty to behold. Okay, I'm a cheesey children's pastor...but hear me out. I am absolutely enjoying being upstairs during my maternity break. I remember a time long ago when I longed to be 'upstairs', simply to have a break from the weekly grind of doing children's ministries. But I can say with all honesty that I felt the same welling up in my spirit, a realization of the presence of God, as I peaked into the 'sanctuary' downstairs, as I did being in the dynamic service upstairs with arms raised in worship. The presence of God is alive and well in children's ministries, and it's felt and seen in the diligent service of our volunteers and the growing hearts of our kids. It's shown in the integrity of workers who know that they too are tending the flame of the altar, and stoking the coals being lit by the Spirit in our children.
What a great feeling this morning to know in my heart of hearts that while I can enjoy being upstairs with the grown-ups, I can testify to anyone who would listen that in NO WAY do people 'miss out' on God's presence while serving in church. His presence goes with us, and through us. It truly does consume us, and our call in children's ministries is to help our little ones to be consumed by an awesome God as well.
One of our up and coming junior leaders asked me this morning when am I coming back downstairs again. She had an innocent but loyal longing in her eyes. I wish I could have explained to her better that I have this one precious year to spend on maternity leave and so I won't be downstairs in kidz church until that time is up. I would have said to her with equal loyalty "I wish I was with you guys right now", but I didn't. Instead, I smiled knowing that the presence of God is alive and well in our Lakemount Kidz. Upstairs or downstairs, it really doesn't matter. We are all in His wonderful capable hands.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Never Tire of Doing What is Right
All month long we are learning about PATIENCE in Kidz Church. It is timely in so many ways, especially since May leaves most of us thinking "Is it summer yet?" and "How many more weeks until the next long weekend?" Being 7 months pregnant with only 9 more weeks of work means I need more patience now than ever. Patience with time, and a little patience with myself and the numerous emotions that are raging in my somewhat swollen incubator of a body.
The verse that we referred to yesterday was "Let us not become weary in doing good for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9. This morning I received an email from a friend of mine who I first met on an oversees missions trip when I was sixteen years old. We kept in touch over the years through letters and phone calls, and now facebook. Last summer her family came to visit us and I saw her for the first time since we were both kids. In her email she quoted a scripture that God had spoken to her through, and thanked me for supporting her over the years. I am so proud of how strong she has become! What made me even more impressed was how long ago the first seed of our friendship was planted, and how God knew we would need each other years later to support and encourage one another when the going gets tough.
We live in a Drive-Thru society, where everything needs to be instant, and answers need to be a Google click away...but that's not the way the Kingdom of God works. He has a master plan that is beautiful, intricate in detail, purposeful, and life-giving. Somehow in the middle of His story, He takes the time to weave our stories through the lives of those around us both near and far. Life isn't simple. The longer I'm around the more I realize that things aren't black and white, and easy to explain or fix. Yet I find peace and assurance that the Author of life sees the table of contents, along with the chapters and verses yet to be written. We just need to have patience, and not give up.
He loves us. One day we will reap our rewards.
The verse that we referred to yesterday was "Let us not become weary in doing good for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9. This morning I received an email from a friend of mine who I first met on an oversees missions trip when I was sixteen years old. We kept in touch over the years through letters and phone calls, and now facebook. Last summer her family came to visit us and I saw her for the first time since we were both kids. In her email she quoted a scripture that God had spoken to her through, and thanked me for supporting her over the years. I am so proud of how strong she has become! What made me even more impressed was how long ago the first seed of our friendship was planted, and how God knew we would need each other years later to support and encourage one another when the going gets tough.
We live in a Drive-Thru society, where everything needs to be instant, and answers need to be a Google click away...but that's not the way the Kingdom of God works. He has a master plan that is beautiful, intricate in detail, purposeful, and life-giving. Somehow in the middle of His story, He takes the time to weave our stories through the lives of those around us both near and far. Life isn't simple. The longer I'm around the more I realize that things aren't black and white, and easy to explain or fix. Yet I find peace and assurance that the Author of life sees the table of contents, along with the chapters and verses yet to be written. We just need to have patience, and not give up.
He loves us. One day we will reap our rewards.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The Life Within Me
I'm sitting at my desk and working hard to get all I have to accomplish done 
for family & children's ministries this week at our church. Meanwhile I have a precious little baby growing inside of me who is making his/her presence known in my body more and more each day! In fact this baby has been kicking me for the past 20 minutes straight, which is making me start to feel hungry and begging me to ask this question to my unborn child: "Yes? May I help you with something?"
Being pregnant and being in ministry is a fun combination. I'm sure other moms will testify that the months prior to a baby being born are both exhausting and exhilirating! I'm currently heading into my third trimester and I'm quite aware of the "nesting" that is happening both at work and at home. Suddenly I can see every crack in the wall of the preschool room at church, and find myself going through paint chips for the church nursery and our new child's room at the same time. At work every flaw in our children's programming feels gigantic, and I have this sometimes overwhelming feeling that I need to re-vamp our entire children's ministry program...just because. Don't get me wrong, I'm very aware that in less than three months I'll be leaving my post in the capable hands of someone else, and will simply have to 'let it go' until I return from my maternity leave. But it's a reminder that having "life" growing inside of you, makes you do EXTREME things.
Last week I realized that there is a part of me that feels invinceable when I'm pregnant. Afterall, if my body is made capable of nurturing, growing and sustaining a whole other life inside of me while I continue to function as a spouse, mother, pastor and friend...what CAN'T I accomplish?! Or so I reason. It's a strange 'I am woman, hear me roar' kind of feeling to say the least, but the life within me makes me feel strong and excited. Although at times I forget that I'm wearing elasticized pants and baggy shirts for a reason, it's when I feel this sudden kick in my abdomin that I'm reminded...oh yeah, someone else is there.
Without trying to be sacreligious, it's the closest physical resemblance to having the Holy Spirit living within me. We know the Holy Spirit abides in the life of a believer who has confessed Jesus as Lord and Saviour. However, there are few times that we feel an actual physical kick in our gut to remind us that He is there and present. Yet He is. I'm thankful we have spiritual 'nudges' and sometimes even 'quickenings' in our hearts that tell us that God is trying to get our attention. The longer we have been aware of the Holy Spirit's presence, we begin to recognize how He communicates to us, and we stop mistaking it, in a way similar to first trimester 'butterflies'. But what if we made the effort to continually be aware of the Spirit's life within us? What if we carried within us not just a feeling, but the knowing that the same power that raised Christ from the dead lives in us? What if we responded to the growing knowledge of His presence in our lives? What could we accomplish then, even though extreme?
I get really busy doing my job which is all for Jesus anyway, and I almost need that physical nudge to remind me to stop doing things in my own strength. We have the greatest resource available to us as believers that brings us life, strength, focus, encouragement, and sometimes simple and pure joy-like the promise of new life coming.
God, thank you for the gift of the Holy Spirit living within me.
Thank you, not only for the new life that is living within me, but the Life that is within me because of your Son Jesus' sacrifice.
Help me to embrace new life today.
for family & children's ministries this week at our church. Meanwhile I have a precious little baby growing inside of me who is making his/her presence known in my body more and more each day! In fact this baby has been kicking me for the past 20 minutes straight, which is making me start to feel hungry and begging me to ask this question to my unborn child: "Yes? May I help you with something?"Being pregnant and being in ministry is a fun combination. I'm sure other moms will testify that the months prior to a baby being born are both exhausting and exhilirating! I'm currently heading into my third trimester and I'm quite aware of the "nesting" that is happening both at work and at home. Suddenly I can see every crack in the wall of the preschool room at church, and find myself going through paint chips for the church nursery and our new child's room at the same time. At work every flaw in our children's programming feels gigantic, and I have this sometimes overwhelming feeling that I need to re-vamp our entire children's ministry program...just because. Don't get me wrong, I'm very aware that in less than three months I'll be leaving my post in the capable hands of someone else, and will simply have to 'let it go' until I return from my maternity leave. But it's a reminder that having "life" growing inside of you, makes you do EXTREME things.
Last week I realized that there is a part of me that feels invinceable when I'm pregnant. Afterall, if my body is made capable of nurturing, growing and sustaining a whole other life inside of me while I continue to function as a spouse, mother, pastor and friend...what CAN'T I accomplish?! Or so I reason. It's a strange 'I am woman, hear me roar' kind of feeling to say the least, but the life within me makes me feel strong and excited. Although at times I forget that I'm wearing elasticized pants and baggy shirts for a reason, it's when I feel this sudden kick in my abdomin that I'm reminded...oh yeah, someone else is there.
Without trying to be sacreligious, it's the closest physical resemblance to having the Holy Spirit living within me. We know the Holy Spirit abides in the life of a believer who has confessed Jesus as Lord and Saviour. However, there are few times that we feel an actual physical kick in our gut to remind us that He is there and present. Yet He is. I'm thankful we have spiritual 'nudges' and sometimes even 'quickenings' in our hearts that tell us that God is trying to get our attention. The longer we have been aware of the Holy Spirit's presence, we begin to recognize how He communicates to us, and we stop mistaking it, in a way similar to first trimester 'butterflies'. But what if we made the effort to continually be aware of the Spirit's life within us? What if we carried within us not just a feeling, but the knowing that the same power that raised Christ from the dead lives in us? What if we responded to the growing knowledge of His presence in our lives? What could we accomplish then, even though extreme?
I get really busy doing my job which is all for Jesus anyway, and I almost need that physical nudge to remind me to stop doing things in my own strength. We have the greatest resource available to us as believers that brings us life, strength, focus, encouragement, and sometimes simple and pure joy-like the promise of new life coming.
God, thank you for the gift of the Holy Spirit living within me.
Thank you, not only for the new life that is living within me, but the Life that is within me because of your Son Jesus' sacrifice.
Help me to embrace new life today.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Entrusted Ones
Once in a while I'm reminded in an almost whisper, of the sacred privilege we are given by God to be a part of His purposes. Afterall, we are only mortal clay who have been put on this earth for a short time, with all our flaws and all our inconsistencies. Yet God himself chooses to partner with us, for both His pleasure and our own.
Alright, before I get into the "woe is me" and the "I am but a worm" speech...let me remind all of us of the confidence that comes when we embrace the truth about our identity in Christ. We are mortal clay. But we are mortal clay that God himself by divine design decided to breath life into, and to make us in His image.
From the very beginning God made us to be his entrusted ones. Entrusted with the very plans and purposes of God.
This past week was probably one of the most difficult ones for me as a children's pastor. On Thursday, I lit a candle of hope for an infant from our congregation, with prayers that his miraculous healing would bring him many more days. On the next Monday I spoke words of comfort to that young baby's family at his funeral, realizing his healing had come in a different way. It was in that moment I realized I had been entrusted. Entrusted not only with the good and happy times that my profession so often brings; but entrusted with the tough and difficult moments that sooner or later everyone faces. Sometimes we wonder how we would cope in the middle of a crisis, or in a situation we only hope to never endure. That's when the awesome Creator breathes life into us once again, and we find new strength where there wasn't before.
What has God entrusted you with? What part of the entrusting did you think he didn't consider when he called you to the place you are today? You are his entrusted one. You are strong enough for today. You are exactly who he made you to be, and he stills trusts you. Just lean on him.
Alright, before I get into the "woe is me" and the "I am but a worm" speech...let me remind all of us of the confidence that comes when we embrace the truth about our identity in Christ. We are mortal clay. But we are mortal clay that God himself by divine design decided to breath life into, and to make us in His image.
From the very beginning God made us to be his entrusted ones. Entrusted with the very plans and purposes of God.
This past week was probably one of the most difficult ones for me as a children's pastor. On Thursday, I lit a candle of hope for an infant from our congregation, with prayers that his miraculous healing would bring him many more days. On the next Monday I spoke words of comfort to that young baby's family at his funeral, realizing his healing had come in a different way. It was in that moment I realized I had been entrusted. Entrusted not only with the good and happy times that my profession so often brings; but entrusted with the tough and difficult moments that sooner or later everyone faces. Sometimes we wonder how we would cope in the middle of a crisis, or in a situation we only hope to never endure. That's when the awesome Creator breathes life into us once again, and we find new strength where there wasn't before.
What has God entrusted you with? What part of the entrusting did you think he didn't consider when he called you to the place you are today? You are his entrusted one. You are strong enough for today. You are exactly who he made you to be, and he stills trusts you. Just lean on him.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Time to Just Breathe
My main purpose for writing in my blog tonight is because I haven't written anything in a long while! It's a reminder that I'm a good starter, and sometimes not a good finisher...in other words, I love to start a new idea, but get tired of it after a while. The fact I'm aware of this, helps me try and become more disciplined, and it works as a good excuse for all the unfinished books I have sitting on book shelves or in boxes.
Here's a freebee...latest half-read book that I'm loving (and may actually finish)is Donald Miller's book: A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. I may need to blog on that one when I'm finished, because it's so good.
Back to blogging. My other reason for blogging is because I have this enormous amount of free time on my hands this week. It's Christmas break. The office is closed, and my daughter is staying at my mom's for a couple of days. So I'm realizing that I have a lot of time to 'just breathe'.
Taking time to relax and reflect is both a privilege and an art in itself. Afterall, there are always a multitude of other things that we can fill up free time with, that don't involve the need to listen to our own thoughts and feelings, let alone God's voice in it all. The older I get, the more I cherish those moments of 'down time'. When I start looking through old photo albums, or chatting with distant friends, I'm reminded that life just...goes on. That whether we are dragging our heels, or reaching too far ahead, there is a present time we are living in that is demanding our attention. Over the noise of washing machines, the glare of computer screens, and the busy scurrying of little feet, and beeping of blackberries...the Creator of Life is calling me to 'just breathe' for a moment. He may not be saying anything profound, though just his sigh could move a mountain. But as I've had several moments today alone to say "What should I do next?", I find my spirit within me grateful. And the phrase "God is so good" has been spoken from my lips without effort or intention. God is good. He's in control. Although it's not perfect because of our humanity, He's still holding this planet in His strong hands, and somehow weaving His purposes in lives like yours and mine.
Just breathe.
It feels good, and I am blessed.
Here's a freebee...latest half-read book that I'm loving (and may actually finish)is Donald Miller's book: A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. I may need to blog on that one when I'm finished, because it's so good.
Back to blogging. My other reason for blogging is because I have this enormous amount of free time on my hands this week. It's Christmas break. The office is closed, and my daughter is staying at my mom's for a couple of days. So I'm realizing that I have a lot of time to 'just breathe'.
Taking time to relax and reflect is both a privilege and an art in itself. Afterall, there are always a multitude of other things that we can fill up free time with, that don't involve the need to listen to our own thoughts and feelings, let alone God's voice in it all. The older I get, the more I cherish those moments of 'down time'. When I start looking through old photo albums, or chatting with distant friends, I'm reminded that life just...goes on. That whether we are dragging our heels, or reaching too far ahead, there is a present time we are living in that is demanding our attention. Over the noise of washing machines, the glare of computer screens, and the busy scurrying of little feet, and beeping of blackberries...the Creator of Life is calling me to 'just breathe' for a moment. He may not be saying anything profound, though just his sigh could move a mountain. But as I've had several moments today alone to say "What should I do next?", I find my spirit within me grateful. And the phrase "God is so good" has been spoken from my lips without effort or intention. God is good. He's in control. Although it's not perfect because of our humanity, He's still holding this planet in His strong hands, and somehow weaving His purposes in lives like yours and mine.
Just breathe.
It feels good, and I am blessed.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Would I Really Cut a Hole Through the Church Ceiling?
This past Sunday was exhilirating! We had a great Sunday in Children's Ministries. From listening to the preschoolers practice singing "Away in a Manger", to greeting a little girl we haven't seen in a long while, and having all the children greet her just as enthusiastically. It was a real "body of Christ" kind of day. We were all functioning in giftings and having each other's best interests at heart. Loved it!
The story that was being taught Sunday, is still stirring in my heart. It was about the paralytic man who was brought to Jesus on his mat, through the roof of the building Jesus was preaching in. The leader who was telling the story asked the children to imagine our pastor preaching upstairs in the sanctary, when suddenly a group of people start peeling back layers of the roof, cut through the ceiling and lower their sick friend on a stretcher with ropes. I found myself drifting into imagination land, as I pictured Pastor Matt suddenly being distracted by the sound of drills and skill saws above him, and sawdust annoying people as it falls in their hair as pieces of ceiling are torn open. I wondered if Jesus just kept on preaching. Or perhaps there was an awkward pause in the service, as two board members ( I mean disciples) were sent outside to see what was going on. I quickly concluded it would take a lot of determination to resort to cutting a hole through the ceiling just to get to Jesus.
As I sat there lost in the story, I asked myself "Would you do it?", "Would you cut a hole through the church ceiling to bring someone to Jesus?" As I looked at the little faces sitting around me, I quickly concluded. If it meant bringing one of these children needing Jesus, close to His presence...Yes, I would do it.
This blog is for all those who minister to children (children's pastors, volunteers, parents, teachers). No more apologizing for children's worship music blaring from the basement during the sermon. No more feeling sheepish about asking people to minister to children instead of ushering on Sunday morning. No more saying " I can't pray for that prayer request, in case it doesn't actually happen". No more needing to finish that days activity, instead of listening to a child explaining what Jesus has been telling them. No more holding a baby while on nursery duty, and missing the opportunity to pray over that baby the words of Christ. No more excuses about the number of carseats in your car versus the number of your children's friends you could bring on a Sunday morning.
What hole are you cutting in the ceiling in order to connect children with the life-changing presence of Jesus? What extend will you go to in order for that child, or your child to hear Jesus personally saying "Your sins are forgiven" and "Take up your mat and walk"? It's time to get determined about bringing others to Jesus. Life is overcrowded. Sometimes it takes more than just conventional methods. The fact is, the power of the Lord is present...sometimes, we just need to cut a hole through the ceiling.
The story that was being taught Sunday, is still stirring in my heart. It was about the paralytic man who was brought to Jesus on his mat, through the roof of the building Jesus was preaching in. The leader who was telling the story asked the children to imagine our pastor preaching upstairs in the sanctary, when suddenly a group of people start peeling back layers of the roof, cut through the ceiling and lower their sick friend on a stretcher with ropes. I found myself drifting into imagination land, as I pictured Pastor Matt suddenly being distracted by the sound of drills and skill saws above him, and sawdust annoying people as it falls in their hair as pieces of ceiling are torn open. I wondered if Jesus just kept on preaching. Or perhaps there was an awkward pause in the service, as two board members ( I mean disciples) were sent outside to see what was going on. I quickly concluded it would take a lot of determination to resort to cutting a hole through the ceiling just to get to Jesus.
As I sat there lost in the story, I asked myself "Would you do it?", "Would you cut a hole through the church ceiling to bring someone to Jesus?" As I looked at the little faces sitting around me, I quickly concluded. If it meant bringing one of these children needing Jesus, close to His presence...Yes, I would do it.
This blog is for all those who minister to children (children's pastors, volunteers, parents, teachers). No more apologizing for children's worship music blaring from the basement during the sermon. No more feeling sheepish about asking people to minister to children instead of ushering on Sunday morning. No more saying " I can't pray for that prayer request, in case it doesn't actually happen". No more needing to finish that days activity, instead of listening to a child explaining what Jesus has been telling them. No more holding a baby while on nursery duty, and missing the opportunity to pray over that baby the words of Christ. No more excuses about the number of carseats in your car versus the number of your children's friends you could bring on a Sunday morning.
What hole are you cutting in the ceiling in order to connect children with the life-changing presence of Jesus? What extend will you go to in order for that child, or your child to hear Jesus personally saying "Your sins are forgiven" and "Take up your mat and walk"? It's time to get determined about bringing others to Jesus. Life is overcrowded. Sometimes it takes more than just conventional methods. The fact is, the power of the Lord is present...sometimes, we just need to cut a hole through the ceiling.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Giving away "Presence"
This past weekend while at a leadership retreat, I was reminded about how essential it is to function out of the Lord's presence. We watched a great teaching video by Bill Johnson on the topic. Essentially what was being said is that the church was never intended to be known by its disciplines but rather its passion. That passion comes out of relationship with Christ. In the area of children's ministries, I likened it to not being known by our techniques and programs, but by the life-changing presence of Jesus shared with children. One of the statements that stood out to me was that "Presence is what we actually give away". Immediately I was reminded of a Sunday during my first year in children's ministry. I was walking up and down the hallways of the church basement in Barrie, kind of doing "my rounds", when a grandparent and their grandchild were having an interesting struggle. The grandparent kept saying, "that's Pastor Michelle, honey", and the little girl (who was maybe four), kept pulling away from her grandma and trying to run over to me. "I want Jesus!" she kept shouting. "There...Jesus!". I was a little stunned. I thought to myself...what I have I done to mess up this child to thinking that I am Jesus? Afterall, I hadn't been at the church that long. The grandmother slightly embarassed, said to me "She has been talking about seeing Jesus, since we left home this morning. When we got here and she saw you, she said you were Jesus!" I feel like I will never forget that moment. I remember feeling something stir in my spirit, as I thought to myself "I think she's really seeing Jesus". While giving the little girl the biggest hug possible, I'm sure I tried to clarify to her that my name is Pastor Michelle. Then she happily went into her classroom, while still staring a hole right through me, as if she was right afterall.
And here's the point...
I'm reminded again today that what's most critical to everything I do in ministry, in the name of Jesus...must be that people actually see Jesus in me. Not only do I want them to see Jesus, I want to actually share His presence simply because it's overflowing from who I am in Him.
I haven't been called "Jesus" since that moment in ministry. I also know that there has been no greater compliment since that experience. Remember the disciples, holding back children who were brought by their parents to Jesus? Jesus said "Let the little children come...for the kingdom of heaven belongs to these" (Matthew 19:14). The Bible then says Jesus placed His hands on them, before going on from that place. Each week we as children's ministry volunteers, staff, and parents, cross paths with a child who simply wants to be near Jesus. We are pretty good at letting the little children come...now let's allow the Saviour to touch them, as we give His presence away.
And here's the point...
I'm reminded again today that what's most critical to everything I do in ministry, in the name of Jesus...must be that people actually see Jesus in me. Not only do I want them to see Jesus, I want to actually share His presence simply because it's overflowing from who I am in Him.
I haven't been called "Jesus" since that moment in ministry. I also know that there has been no greater compliment since that experience. Remember the disciples, holding back children who were brought by their parents to Jesus? Jesus said "Let the little children come...for the kingdom of heaven belongs to these" (Matthew 19:14). The Bible then says Jesus placed His hands on them, before going on from that place. Each week we as children's ministry volunteers, staff, and parents, cross paths with a child who simply wants to be near Jesus. We are pretty good at letting the little children come...now let's allow the Saviour to touch them, as we give His presence away.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Christmas in October
Why is it as a children's pastor you feel a lot of the Christmas pressure so much earlier than everyone else? With the first signs of Christmas decorations at the dollar store, or the release of the latest Christmas Veggie Tales movie, come familiar carols ringing in your head. Next comes the memories of children throwing hay during manger scenes and crooked halos on cute little heads. It brings you warm fuzzies and a little bit of terror as you remember the long hours, the hair turning grey on your head, and the late nights programming lights to music. Don't get me wrong...I LOVE Christmas productions. Love them! They bring back fond memories of being a part of productions as a child. They help focus us on the meaning of the season. It's how we handle the process that can so easily take us far, far away from the true meaning of 'ministry' and 'Christmas' itself.
I was gearing myself up to the prospect of doing a 'Family production' this Christmas at our church. Then several events made me aware of the internal pressure we put on ourselves in children's ministries to live up to expectations at Christmas time. Sometimes it's expectations we put on ourselves. And sometimes it expectations from past traditions, or our own past accomplishments (trying to outdo the performance before). I don't actually need to 'prove' anything to myself any more. And it's changing the way I do everything in ministry. I still believe in excellence. I believe that the arts are an amazing opportunity to show Jesus to the world and that they help make Christmas...FEEL like Christmas. But in the bigger picture of things this year...I'm scaling it back. Not because we couldn't have snow falling on the stage (I might still do that actually), and not because having confetti canons wasn't a GREAT idea when we used them....but, because for this year, for our church, and for me as the person who is running 'the show', "less is more". What we will do will be intentional, held in the community, for the kids...but I won't be allowing it compete for a space on my trophy shelf of accomplishments for the kingdom. Afterall, the kingdom came in a dirty, unpolished stable, and the tune of angels rang clearer than any song choir mics can obtain.
Wow....I feel a burden released. I hear "Silent Night"being sung in my head right this minute.
All is calm.
All is bright.
Peace.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Weak in the knees
It never fails that it takes a crisis to suddenly step up your prayer life. I'm a person who believes whole hearted in the power of prayer. I have huge faith in God doing the impossible. I've seen too many miracles, and felt His presence too close to deny His sovereignty and love. I serve such an awesome God. This past week I have cried more intercessory tears than I thought imaginable. I have sensed His peace and His holiness each time I've devoted any amount of time to speaking with Him. Why I don't spend this much time in prayer on a regular basis is beyond reasoning or excuse. This busy-ness of life thing, is selling us all short.
His Word says to draw near to God and he will draw near to you. The thing is...His nearness is making me weak in the knees. Literally when I go to stand up, I am worried my legs will give out underneath me! My knees are weak because I'm so dependent on Him for strength. Weak because He is so worthy and I am so not. Weak because I'm in love with, the One who first loved me. Weak because when I am weakest...He is strong.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
When a child is sick
When a child is sick in your kids ministries, it feels like you are helpless. You bring presents to the hospital, check your email about thirty times a day, and do your best to offer help where you can.
Then you pray.
You pray that God will make everything better.
You pray that every ounce of fear in that little child's heart will disappear. You pray that somehow the hospital bed will be more comfortable. That the child in the bed next to her will sleep through the night so she can rest. You pray that her mom and dad will be strengthened. That each breath they breathe (or hold in) will find strength in Christ.
You pray that doctors will find all the answers, but openly pray the answers they find are only good. You pray that the nurses and staff will sense God's presence, and feel the healing touch of God in the room.
When a child is sick in your kids ministries, you're reminded. Reminded that a child who asked to switch their prize for something better last week....may have more to worry about in the week to follow. And the pretty smiles that greet you on Sunday morning, are a treasure and blessing you can't take for granted.
When a child in your kids ministries is sick, you pray down healing from heaven. You pray that what was intended for evil, will turn out for good. That amazing testimony will come, and some day that child will stand to say "I remember when Jesus healed me".
You pray that the protection and bloodline of the Saviour will be all around the rest of the kids in your ministry. That every sibling, every friend, and each new visitor will be healthy and whole in Jesus' name.
When a child is sick....
You pray.
Then you pray.
You pray that God will make everything better.
You pray that every ounce of fear in that little child's heart will disappear. You pray that somehow the hospital bed will be more comfortable. That the child in the bed next to her will sleep through the night so she can rest. You pray that her mom and dad will be strengthened. That each breath they breathe (or hold in) will find strength in Christ.
You pray that doctors will find all the answers, but openly pray the answers they find are only good. You pray that the nurses and staff will sense God's presence, and feel the healing touch of God in the room.
When a child is sick in your kids ministries, you're reminded. Reminded that a child who asked to switch their prize for something better last week....may have more to worry about in the week to follow. And the pretty smiles that greet you on Sunday morning, are a treasure and blessing you can't take for granted.
When a child in your kids ministries is sick, you pray down healing from heaven. You pray that what was intended for evil, will turn out for good. That amazing testimony will come, and some day that child will stand to say "I remember when Jesus healed me".
You pray that the protection and bloodline of the Saviour will be all around the rest of the kids in your ministry. That every sibling, every friend, and each new visitor will be healthy and whole in Jesus' name.
When a child is sick....
You pray.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Dream Team Retreat
Just got back from an awesome weekend retreat with the "Dream Team". The D.T. is a group of people from our church who I have invited to dream and plan with each year for our Family Ministries Department. They are the masterminds behind our family fun events, and the detailers of our parenting seminars, and sometimes even conferences. I love this group of women because they are honest, upfront, ambitious, discerning, and love Jesus!
Our retreat took place at a cottage in the Haliburton area, where we enjoyed the beauty of God's nature, and the ability to step away and just plan all of 2010. It was a great reminder of how wonderful it is to 'do ministry' alongside of others. Forget this 'Lone Ranger' mentality, that so many of us get trapped into. It's wonderful to see how much can get accomplished, but more importantly how much we can pour into each other, as we just experience life together.
Keep your eye on the blog for some soon to come video testimonies from the team, about what God showed them through this retreat.
Our retreat took place at a cottage in the Haliburton area, where we enjoyed the beauty of God's nature, and the ability to step away and just plan all of 2010. It was a great reminder of how wonderful it is to 'do ministry' alongside of others. Forget this 'Lone Ranger' mentality, that so many of us get trapped into. It's wonderful to see how much can get accomplished, but more importantly how much we can pour into each other, as we just experience life together.
Keep your eye on the blog for some soon to come video testimonies from the team, about what God showed them through this retreat.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Trapped in Chapters....in the Kids Section Again!
Okay, so this has to be a quick one.
I just spent what was suppose to be 10 minutes in Chapters, and it turned into at least 40! I started leafing through a few children's books in the kids section , and then I had to open another. And another. Then another. I LOVE CHILDREN'S BOOKS!
What is it about a story that you can read in six minutes, that's beautifully illustrated, and often rhymes? I can't get enough of them. If there was any store I would love to be trapped in, it would have to be Chapters, and it better be in the kids section. That's all I'm saying.
Now that I'm back at my computer, I couldn't help but think about why we are drawn to short stories. It's not that surprising that Jesus spent most of His public speaking time, telling short stories, a.k.a Parables. I think if Jesus were here today (you know what I'm saying), and He was asked to publish His stories...He would probably choose to write some children's stories. A few great paragraphs that paint a dynamic picture and then leave you with a thought that's life changing. After all, He also said we are to be like little children...so kids books would be great!
He would probably have the best pictures too.
That's all:)
I just spent what was suppose to be 10 minutes in Chapters, and it turned into at least 40! I started leafing through a few children's books in the kids section , and then I had to open another. And another. Then another. I LOVE CHILDREN'S BOOKS!
What is it about a story that you can read in six minutes, that's beautifully illustrated, and often rhymes? I can't get enough of them. If there was any store I would love to be trapped in, it would have to be Chapters, and it better be in the kids section. That's all I'm saying.
Now that I'm back at my computer, I couldn't help but think about why we are drawn to short stories. It's not that surprising that Jesus spent most of His public speaking time, telling short stories, a.k.a Parables. I think if Jesus were here today (you know what I'm saying), and He was asked to publish His stories...He would probably choose to write some children's stories. A few great paragraphs that paint a dynamic picture and then leave you with a thought that's life changing. After all, He also said we are to be like little children...so kids books would be great!
He would probably have the best pictures too.
That's all:)
Fall Vision Casting Afterthoughts
So it was the morning after the big fall kick off training for our children's ministries. A total of 15 people out of about eighty had shown up despite promoting the date prior to summer starting. Being the pragmatic and dramatic that I am, I went to a few hasty yet untrue conclusions, including: 'maybe people aren't on board' and 'it's geographics.. people just won't come out to mid-week meeting when they live 20 minutes from the church'. None of that pity-partying or reasoning really matters now. I'm reminded in my heart that Jesus only shared His vision with twelve people, and look where it went-everywhere!
My heart is so full of rich thoughts of all God wants to share about why and how we do children's ministry. I am by no means an expert. In no way do I have it all figured out. That's what makes it all so real, because I too am being shaped by the impressions of God's heart and the importance of doing what we do 'beyond expectation'. He has kept my dreams, and nursed my disappointments, and yet He so lovingly still dares to entrust me every once in a while with His plans and purposes. All I can do at this point is simply obey.
My heart is so full of rich thoughts of all God wants to share about why and how we do children's ministry. I am by no means an expert. In no way do I have it all figured out. That's what makes it all so real, because I too am being shaped by the impressions of God's heart and the importance of doing what we do 'beyond expectation'. He has kept my dreams, and nursed my disappointments, and yet He so lovingly still dares to entrust me every once in a while with His plans and purposes. All I can do at this point is simply obey.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Welcome to my blog.
From the time I was a little girl, I knew God had a good plan for my life. I gave my heart to Jesus when I was seven, learned to serve in the church as a teenager, and went off to bible college as a young adult ready to do or be whatever God wanted me to be. Not too surprisingly, I was placed in a role in children's ministry. An area I knew well, and a place I know holds a special priority in the heart of Christ. It has been almost ten years now since I started 'professional' ministry. There have already been some major highs, and a few lows along the way. I realize now more than ever that there is a heart song that rings through my soul and it was written by a Saviour. It's to Him I owe everything I am, and will ever do or be.
When I was a teenager, a friend signed a letter she wrote me, and quoted Jeremiah 29:11 at the bottom. It read: "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." That has become my life theme verse, and the anchor I go back to time and time again. He has never failed me. I have always held His hope in my heart, and the future....it can't look any brighter.
Thanks for checking out my blog. I have no idea why I'm writing a blog, except it just feels right at this stage of my life...so I'm going to try it.
Enjoy.
When I was a teenager, a friend signed a letter she wrote me, and quoted Jeremiah 29:11 at the bottom. It read: "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." That has become my life theme verse, and the anchor I go back to time and time again. He has never failed me. I have always held His hope in my heart, and the future....it can't look any brighter.
Thanks for checking out my blog. I have no idea why I'm writing a blog, except it just feels right at this stage of my life...so I'm going to try it.
Enjoy.
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