This morning (Sunday) we woke to a crystal clear blue sky and sun, got dressed, had some cereal and went to church. What a great time of celebration and refreshing! There have been times lately when I pondered on the value of the weekly worship service, is it really serving a purpose? Does it help fulfill Christ’s commission to us? Is it worth all the time and preparation? Well, today I realized that although we can’t base our faith on emotion, emotion is a part of our faith and relationship with God and helps us reconnect to Him. I was so encouraged and uplifted by the songs we sang, seeing other people worship alongside my family, the freedom to sing out and raise my hands, and hearing God’s Word spoken boldly and passionately. The lesson we heard was right on and was such a great reminder: God is for us. When we are hurting we sometimes feel abandoned or when things don’t turn out the way we planned we feel hurt, or that God’s not listening. His wisdom appears as foolishness to us oftentimes but we have to remember that God’s foolishness is wiser than any man’s best wisdom. Great truth! The speaker was engaging and funny, which I also thanked God for, because our girls were clearly connected throughout and seemed to soak it in.
We experienced something new in the worship time: the speaking of tongues and the interpretation of it. I have never experienced that. I’ve been in services at pentecostal churches where everyone seemed to be speaking in tongues but no one explained anything or interpreted so all it seemed to be was a frenzied chaotic mess…not something God used to bless or instruct anyone. This was much different. Following one of the worship songs, one woman began speaking in what sounded like a different language. When she did the band got quiet, all the people quieted and we just listened. It lasted about half a minute. Right after she finished another lady in a different part of the room “interpreted” and shared a word from God with us about having faith and hope in spite of disappointments or unrealized dreams, very impassioned and strong. After her another woman shared briefly that when we don’t understand what God is doing, it doesn’t mean God isn’t working on our behalf – the our future and hope is in His hands. How cool that these two words from God were exactly what the preacher was going to speak about! Instead of feeling uncomfortable or weird, I felt like it was a special holy moment, like God was truly speaking through those ladies to each of us.
The girls were handed some money from their great-grandmother last night so of course we needed to make a trip to the mall. Now we’re home and getting ready to have some pizza. It’s our last night on vacation and I hope it goes by slowly. We head home tomorrow – back to routine, back to “normal” life. At least we’ve had this long weekend getaway with each other, John’s family, and God.

yummy food for dinner including tortellini, meatballs and homemade kielbasa (polish sausage), enjoyed watching John lead his parents through the renewing of their wedding vows, and had some delicious wedding cake before cleaning up and going home. What a beautiful thing to see two people who have not had a perfect marriage (there is none, I believe) but decided they were committed to staying together through it all – good and bad. There love is so obvious. It was wonderful for John to get to be part of their recommitment to one another. His mom’s parents are both living so her dad got to walk her “down the aisle” as we all hummed the wedding march. So special and fun.
We woke to a beautiful, sunny day and once everyone got dressed and had some of Grandma’s eggs and sausage, we headed to the nearby lake to take a walk/jog. I’m coveting this lake and the walking path right along the edge for several miles. It was so pleasant to walk and jog along the twisting path underneath big shade trees, with the lake breeze blowing. Ahhhh.
We made it to Syracuse in one piece. Our pets, who we had to bring along, seem sane at the moment. The girls – not so much. Just kidding! There was a lot of napping going on in the van so we’re feeling rested and ready to have fun. It’s a beautiful sunny evening – maybe a walk is in order after grilled out hamburgers and NY hot dogs, aka “coonies”.
One night as I was steaming and scouring my girls’ room for the little boogers, God spoke to my heart and said I should be as diligent about making sure I’ve gotten rid of all the sin lurking in the edges and cracks of my heart. I have to let God daily survey my heart, crush any sinful “pest” He finds there, and cleanse me again. I have to search my heart all the time to make sure some bitter attitude isn’t growing in the corner or some small temptation I’ve let remain isn’t crouching in a shadow waiting for an unsuspecting moment to trip me up.
card. “Why no, I don’t” I replied. “Well then, fill this out and take this,” she said as she handed me this tiny card to put on my key chain. “And,” she added, smiling, “since you’re signing up for the card today your drink is free.” Cha-ching! Bonus!