Friday, October 25, 2013

Pastors



While it's a cute cartoon, it strikes a chord with me. I wonder if his pastor would search for him if he only gave $500 or even $100 a year? What if all he could afford was $1 a year? Some churches get so wrapped up in the finances that they fail to remember that they are supposed to love everyone. Regardless of how much that person contributes to the pastor's salary.
 
Now please don't get me wrong. I know that a church needs money to help others in the world. I believe a pastor's family should be taken well care of by his congregation. I believe everyone should give what they can, to the church in tithes and offerings. I just don't believe a person should be judged by the amount they are able/willing to give a church.
 
My pastor is an amazing pastor. He works very hard through his business. He works very hard with and for his family. He takes care of the congregation through sermons and helping those who need it. I have no idea how much he gets paid or even if he does at this point because we are such a small church. However, what I do know is that he serves faithfully each time we meet as well as the needs we have throughout the week. I am blessed to be part of his flock. I have finally found love from a pastor. He has taken care of my family. He loves my family and treats us like we are HIS family.
 
 
I will admit that I went into this church with a huge chip on my shoulder. Church had never been kind to me. I never really fit in at any of the churches I went too. Growing up, my mom had issues because our pastor had left while my grandmother was terribly sick. He went on vacation and wasn't there to preach her funeral. The next church I went to was a good church but I just didn't fit in. The next one was where I met my husband, where all of my children were dedicated. It was the church I was attending when my mom passed away. John and I were a young couple who had five kids and very little money. We gave, but not to the capacity of others. When we left that church our pastor or his staff didn't know my children's names even though he had dedicated all off them.
 
 
When we found OUR church we had been searching for "home" for about six months. I fully expected our (now) pastor to be just like the others. But he isn't. He is loving. He welcomes my children into worship service. He doesn't believe that children should be separated from their parents where they aren't seen OR heard. He has taken us in and treated us the way a pastor should. I am so thankful that God brought us to this place of healing.
 
 
I understand it takes all kinds. Some people don't mind a pastor who is out of touch with his congregation. For my family, though, we desire that closeness with our church family. When my husband was sick, earlier this year, our church family took care of us. They visited my husband in the hospital. They brought meals to us once he was home. They really take care of each other. They have restored my faith in the human church. Today, I can say with absolute certainty that if I were lost, my pastor would be looking for me and give all he had to find me. It's a great feeling to be home.
 
 
Blessings,
 

Mama

Friday, October 11, 2013

TMI ALERT: Cycle Info

I chart, but just chart my period days. It gets so emotionally draining to temp and all that other stuff when your cycles are anything but regular. Right now I am just trying to find out more about my body. That being said....

I started today. My last cycle was 45 days long. For some reason I thought it was much longer. I had a weird couple days prior to that where I spotted, but it was totally weird. Anyway. Here we go again.

Here is a story I posted on FB earlier today.

I have to share this story with you. I had to make an emergency run to Walmart to pick up some *ahem* woman stuff *cough* because I had none on hand. I had all of the babies in one cart and Sam was pushing Landon in another one. So as I'm walking back to the register, Isaiah picks up a box and says "Mommy, dis got candy in it?" I responded, "No Son, that's not candy. It's for Mommy." There was an older lady who was in the aisle at the time and she was trying to hide her laughter. At that point he looks at her and says, "Girl, Mommy's buying us gum. Dere's gum in dis box!!!" And he did that to every woman we passed. The poor guy at the register was turning about 20 different shades of red by the time we made it through his line. *note to self* Do not take Isaiah to buy that stuff anymore.


Blessings, 

Mama