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Family Fun Calendar Gods Promise by Shiela Walsh (Women's Ministry Special Event) Time: 9:00 AM to 3:00 PM Location: Jones Center for FamiliesOne Day event targeted for Women to help fulfill Gods Promise in our life to gain happiness and fulfillment. For tickets or questions call 479-236-5529 or 479-301-6122 "The House at Pooh Corner" March 5, 2011The House at Pooh Corner Arts Center of the OzarksMarch 5, 2011 Christopher Robin has decided to run away with his friends Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Tigger, and the rest. Probably they'll go to the North Pole OR to the South Pole, for there is a dark, mysterious threat that...
The last seven days have been a roller coaster ride for our family. Monday night I took my son to the ER. He had been sick with a virus for about a week and I was worried he was dehydrated. He was. They started him on fluids but when he didn't improve they decided to run a few more tests.I knew before they came in to tell me. Call it mothers intuition, or the grace of God, but I knew that my faith would be stretched before they gave us the test results.
As I sit here a blanket of snow covers the world. Softly, silently wrapping us in beauty. As each snowflake dances its way past my window pane my heart settles in, content, and my thoughts turn to Mary and Martha. Martha, busy serving, working, doing. And Mary, settled in at the Saviors feet like the sweet winter snow.And my heart is torn. Between these two women. The two roles they played. Neither bad, but the one was better. That day at Martha's house Mary chose the better. I, like Martha, choose the good. I choose to serve, to keep busy, to do.
Someone, somewhere started preaching the message that if we were balanced we would be happy. For years now I've tried to walk the tight rope, spinning my plates and striving to stay balanced. And can I be honest with you? I'm so over it.I'm sure whoever started the "balance" message was well intentioned. I'm sure they were feeling stretched too thin, pulled in too many directions, run ragged. And in an effort to regain a little control went searching for balance.The problem I see with "balance" is that I don't really find Jesus setting that example for us. Jesus was extreme.
In the book of 2 Kings there is an obscure passage where the newly anointed Prophet Elisha finds himself in the Land of Not Enough. He arrives in Gilgal to discover there is a famine. No other description was given of Gilgal except that one word: famine. No other description was needed.Famine. shortage. hunger. lack. Not enough.The people of the land were hungry, desperate, longing to be filled. They were famished.And so am I.Sitting here in my Land of More Than Enough. Surrounded by surplus. I too am famished.
We passed in the paper goods aisle at the grocery story. She was wearing a bright red t-shirt with "Pew Dweller" in bold print across the front. Something about it bothered me, but I wasn't sure what. Later that night I read this..."When the Church retreats from the world, she becomes a fortress. She is seen as little more than an irrelevant, archaic, outdated, decaying institution on the fringes of society. Sadder still, she becomes filled with people who are of the world but not in it rather than people who are in the world but not of it.
"That will be $4.71 please pull around to the first window." I dug a 20 out of my wallet as I drove around to pay for my breakfast. The guy working the drive-through was in a good mood for it being so early, and so cold. He started to count back my change to me when he realized he didn't have any pennies in his cash drawer. As he opened the new roll I heard him gasp. "Check this out" he said to me as he handed me my change. "A whole roll of brand new pennies.
The kids are all tucked in bed and the last of the presents have been wrapped and placed under the tree. All of the work that comes with being a mom at Christmas is done. Now, finally, it's time to sit and reflect.Christmas, to me, has always been about endings and beginnings. It marks the end of the year as we look forward to the new year, new resolutions, new promises. It's a time to reflect on the past year and all that it held. Joys, sorrows. Saying goodbye to people we loved, making room for new friends.
Her name was Sam. And we were seated at the same table for the Chamber Choir's Madrigal Feast. She was beautiful. Not necessarily in appearance, but in spirit. Externally, you would have noticed plain brown hair, average height, little makeup, simple clothes. But then Sam started talking to us. Her beautiful British accent flitting across the table as her eyes sparkled. When she smiled it wasn't just with her mouth but with her whole being. We were all instantly drawn to her.As we waited for the performance to begin Sam kept a running commentary. The food... delectable. The Wassail... divine. The décor...
There's an old African-American Spiritual that has been haunting me the last few days. The words have crept into my soul and wrapped their fingers around my heart. When I wake I hear their refrain. All through the day it echoes in my mind...Leave your flocks and leave your herds Rise up shepherd and follow Can you imagine it? A cold hillside on a dark night. The lights of Bethlehem in the distant. The bleating of sheep all around. Small fires surrounded by weather hardened shepherds; nomads. I wonder if they were tired.