It’s time for a confession; I haven’t always had the right attitude regarding my service in the church…
Nursery? I did my time when my boys were little.
VBS? I need a break in the summer.
Kitchen committee? Are you kidding me?
To be willing to serve God without reservation, and teach the Bible to adults, I needed to keep reading here
Last week we helped our kids move into their new house in Buford, Georgia. Moving is a chore we are familiar with. Brian and I moved ten times during the first 17 years of our marriage. Half of those times a moving company took care of the packing, loading, transporting and unloading, but we always chose to unpack ourselves.
That meant a lot of paper! Seas of paper! It’s the only way to make sure nothing gets broken, and moving companies don’t want anything to break.
When Dan and Bob were small, unpack more here
Just before noon on Saturday, our son and his family pulled out of the driveway of their home in Illinois for the last time. They’re moving to Georgia, a new house, and a new set of friends, a new church and new schools. They’re moving away.
We hugged them, we watched them pull away, and we drove home in silence. When I walked in the front door, I heard the quiet of continue here
Saturday evening, my niece asked, “Aunt Marcia, where did you get your reddish-blonde hair?” Her question caused me to pause. I thought everyone knew that my Gramps was a red-head.
Then I remembered that my niece was born after Gramps had passed away. She possibly never saw a color photo of him. And, she might not know that even though his name was Oscar, everyone called him “Red.”
Soon, there will be lots more here
I know who I am. I know my past. I know my heart. I know my thoughts. I know the dark corners. I know the skeletons. I know what I am capable of. I know the heartache I’ve caused. I know who I’ve pushed away. I know who I’ve cast aside. I know I let other people down. I know how I’ve neglected you. I know how self-focused I am. I know I insist upon my own way. I know I let you down.
And still, continue here
Marcia Furrow 