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Faith, hope, love, forgiveness, mercy, peace, compassion, encouragement, reconcilation just to name a few

Dreams: Expecting the Unexpected

The last few months have found me dreaming like never before. Funny enough, if you even remotely know me, that’s saying a lot! Sometimes I talk openly about dreaming… other times not. It’s the type of subject that some are just downright uncomfortable with. And that’s okay. Doesn’t change the fact that I dream though….

Saturday night, I had a very vivid dream. I couldn’t make out the face, but was distinctly told, “You weren’t expecting me, but I knew I was coming here today.” Yesterday morning, the face was crystal clear as were those very words as they were said to me face-to-face. And I could not help but smile deeply.

He is a short guy. He is bald. He has a killer goatee. He drives a big rig. And yesterday, he was parked at the very edge of our main parking lot of our pcb (physical church building). As I was coming out our front door to make the seriously long walk across the street… I saw his big rig sitting there. As he opened up his cab door as I was walking up, he said, “I’m talking to your husband on the phone now.” He got out & walked on inside with me.

I’ll leave the conversation between us as he was drinking coffee while I was working in the kitchen preparing for a fellowship meal after the service. But, what I can say is this… in my prayer life I’ve been told over and over again, “Expect the unexpected.” And there was Mike.

Why do I share this with you today? Simple… in my praying life I’m usually told when to share things & when not to. So… whoever this is for… God wants you to expect the unexpected. It might arrive in a package you weren’t looking for. And yet, you’ll have no doubt God sent it.

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for.

Much love,
Camey

PS: Mike stayed with us until mid-afternoon. He then was back on his way. He was just passing through our town & yet we were not on his usual route.

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How Heaven Meets Earth: Celebrating November 1, 2006 to Today

Today, I’m taking a break from the “Dancing” series. Actually, I really am not. As I think back over the past 3 years, I can see some of the dance moves more clearly. Especially today, as I write this no longer in the home that my daddy had lived in. And as it actually sits vacant as my mother no longer lives there either. When I say today I am celebrating the fact that my daddy passed on 3 years ago, I do so with my hands still raised high in the air just as they were when I realized he had taken his finally breath on earth.

My daddy was in a place called Life Care back in September 06. He needed 24 hour hospital monitoring. Every single day, I would take my Bible with me. One particular day, he said to me, “Cam, read…..” I replied back to him, “You don’t want me to read that.” I knew exactly what Scriptures he was asking to be read. I was all too aware of the fact that my mother was in the room. And he said, “No. That’s exactly what I want you to read out loud.” I opened up my Bible and read out loud just as he asked. The Scriptures he had me read were about through the passing away of one’s spouse how they are free to marry someone else. Funny enough, almost 3 years to the date of that, my mom got engaged. Today, the house sits empty because she is married and moved out to move in to the house her husband already had, for that house to become their home. I cannot help but smile deeply as I see those dance steps.

In a couple of hours, I will be holding my first meeting with the women of the church. No – not an event – a meeting. A gathering of women to create the first real women’s ministry this church has seen in many years. Given that our church will be celebrating 110 years next year – that’s way too long. 3 years ago on this date – I was to walk across some stage and receive a piece of paper saying I had met all the requirements to lead this type of meeting. I didn’t walk across the stage that morning. I was with my daddy singing to him, holding his hand, and telling him he was going home that day. I knew without a shadow of a doubt through more than one dream that he was going to Heaven that day. I know that makes some uncomfortable. That’s okay. I don’t claim to understand it all either. But I also know that walking across a stage that day was not where God wanted me to be.

I’m often asked what’s the difference between being a “Women’s Minister” and a “Woman Minister”… for I am the latter and not the first really. When I was called into ministry, God made it abundantly clear that I was not going to be ministering to women alone. Whether as a pastor’s wife or as a woman minister, I was going to be ministering to the seen and the unseen of life’s moments. It matter not whether they were male or female, child or teen, young adult or senior adult. Being “Sold Out” does not mean asking to see one’s ticket seat assignment before allowing them entrance in to the door.

This morning I heard my pastor preach a message that spoke to my heart. Little did my pastor know – he used certain words that I heard upon listening to my Real Father speak to me long before walking in to the physical church building this morning. Confirmation received clearly. I’m often asked why I would do certain things. Why talk to this person that way? Why hold a hand instead of keeping my distance? How I even know certain things upon meeting a seemingly stranger? My daddy & I talked about it often when we were alone together out visiting others. We would say that between the “Healed” and the “Ill” – you were going to get visited one way or another. But what compelled us? Simple – God’s love and kindness.

One of my daddy’s favorite verses was (is) Micah 6:8. “What does the Lord require of you, to act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” It is one of mine too. So much so that it is written in a picture in the dining room from which this is being written from – a dining room that my daddy was never in physically. But one thing I know with certainty… he is here. How so if he is dead? He has never been more alive than he is now in Heaven. And throughout his life’s moments on this earth, he shared with me about God, Jesus and Holy Spirit. He shared with my husband (my pastor) and our 3 sons. He shared with any and all who would listen. And I can only pray that I do the same thing.

Who have I in Heaven but You Oh Lord? Even though my earthly daddy is there, it is not him that I looked forward to worshipping all of the rest of eternity. For eternity does not really begin the moment we take our final breath on this earth. I pray we start seeing and walking with Spiritual Eyes more so than the physical. But even in the physical, may we realize that life’s moments are truly worship for those of us who claim to be Christians, Christ-followers.

So, dear reader, let me ask you this moment?

Where do you live?

Is your house vacant?

What about your home?

How is your life care?

And who would you say you have in Heaven?

Or even right there with you?

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for.

Much love,
Daughter of the Real King & sister of Larry

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Dancing With The Stars

At the end of last week, I was asked if I could sub at the WeeSchool on Tuesday. So…. Yesterday morning – that’s where I found myself. The person I was subbing for is in charge of helping wherever is needed at the School. Whether it’s fixing snacks, answering the phone, greeting children and parents – whatever the case may be.

As I went about taking care of the snacks, I walked around the table placing each of the animal crackers and pretzels just so. I filled up the cups with the lemonade that I had made sure wasn’t too sweet or too tart. I also thought about each child as I had taken down each one of the little chairs off the tables. I counted to make sure there was just the right amount – not wanting to leave any child out. As I had been going about doing various things, I could not help but overhear the Bible story the teachers were sharing. Since this is a school located at our pcb, Bible stories are a part of the curriculum. I also could not help but smile at the story that was being shared. As the children came into the snack room – I shared with them about having also been like the woman in the story. I was physically healed by God. One little boy looked at me as I walked over to his table and then he said, “Here, I want you to have my best cookie.”

A little bit later, the children were all playing games in the hallways of the pcb. One was hop scotch. The other was bowling. Each was a game that I had the pleasure of setting up as a part of subbing. At one point, I sat down on the floor by some of the little children. The conversations that flowed were beyond sweet, tender and most definitely funny. But one conversation stood out to me. One of the little girls that I have made a real point of spending time with each time I am there said to me, “I don’t wear earrings. And I like to wear my hair in a ponytail.” She is a twin. She wanted to make sure I knew how to tell her a part from her sister. Her “identical” sister and yet they are not. She smiled more at me than she ever had before. And each time I hugged her, she really hugged me back. At the end of day, she even asked me if I would join her on the floor – she was working on a puzzle and needed some help.

While I was at the WeeSchool, I had answered the phone a few times. One of the times, I had not given my name upon answering. The woman on the other end is the pastor of the Methodist church in our town. She is also one of the women who had come to the Women’s Event a couple of Saturdays ago. We’re enjoying getting to know each other’s hearts. We share many of the same desires for this little town. Funny enough? She was calling for my home phone number. We just laughed when I told her it was me she was talking to. She had a request for me. She had a couple of things going on that were requiring her attention. She asked if I could fill in for her at two of the places she goes to on Tuesday afternoons – the nursing home & the Hudson House (an assisted living house). Of course, I agreed to go. Why? God’s Word says to always be ready to share the hope that is inside of you.

I came home after being at the WeeSchool at 12:30 p.m. and really started praying asking the Lord what exactly He wanted me to share. The answer I received was not an uncommon one to me, “Camey, just follow My Lead.” He even led me to a certain Scripture to share -one that I know intimately. And so, when 3:00 p.m. came – I drove over to the nursing home. As if loving on those little ones in the morning weren’t enough? What happened at the nursing home and then following at the assisted living home still have me counting blessings.

As I walked into the nursing home, I met a man named James Fields. I walked over to him and introduced myself to him. I took him by the hand and asked him what had brought him to the nursing home. He proceeded to share with me about his life’s moments. And oh, how he shared about Jesus. When he asked why I was there, I told him. He looked at me and said, “Amen!” Two other women I know came and helped lead in the singing time. What sweet sounds were coming from those who joined in! As I got up to speak, I heard clearly, “Walk the room as you share & touch them – make real eye contact.” And walk I did in my 3 inch heeled boots. I bent down and talked to individuals personally instead of just standing in one place looking above their heads and acting as if I had rather been somewhere – anywhere else but there. I talked about how they could cast all their anxiety on God because He cares for them. I shared that I could understand how they might not think He cared given their physical health. I then, shared about some of the struggles I had gone through health wise. The looks on their faces told me He was getting through them. And those looks continued on as I shared about how “Spiritual health” is the most important in life, even more so than the physical.

James – the man I met when I first came into the nursing home kept saying, “AMEN! Jesus is the answer!” And as I sat down on the couch beside one man and put my arm around him as he cried.. James said, “She’s professing Jesus! Look at her walking in the crowd like He did.” Most of their faces were brighter than when I had first walked in to the door. And as I got down on my knees and talked with several of them, they asked if I could come back again. Little did they know – I cannot help but go back again. Why? Because God’s Word is also clear… love those who are seen as unlovely. And let’s face it – not many people want to go to a nursing home or an assisted living home to spend time with those who seemingly can do nothing for them in life. But that’s where they – we – are wrong. “As you do unto the least of these, you do also unto Me.”

At the end of my time at the Hudson House (the assisted living home), I shared about how I was looking forward to going home and cooking dinner for my husband and 3 sons. I shared about how I still get excited being able to chop ingredients up, paying attention to each detail as I cook, and then also as I serve and then clean up. I also shared how I love to cook for others and not just my own. Little did I know that when I came home and was cooking dinner – 2 teenage boys would be joining us? One whom I had invited numerous times to eat dinner with us before and another whom had never been to our home nor had we met. The one, Daniel, whom we had never met, was surprised when I told him he could sit down at the table and that I would serve him his dinner. He said, “I’m not used to being served.” He also said it was the best chicken he had ever tasted. He could not believe it either when I said he could have seconds. And the other boy, he smiled and talked away as we sat around our dining room table with just the white table pad on it because the table cloth and place mats were in the washing machine still. Ah….

The title of this is simple – Dancing With The Stars. There are individuals who the world turns into stars because they posses some type of talent. But then there are the real stars in life’s moments – like the ones that I had the privilege of spending time with on a Tuesday.

So… dear reader, let me ask you…

What stars could you be dancing with today?

Who could use a real touch and not just merely words about God’s love?

Who could stand to have someone get down on their knees and look them in the eyes and take time to listen to their life’s moments whether good, bad or ugly?

Or sit by their bedside? Or give them a heavy coat, socks and/or a blanket?

Or buy or fix their next meal or cup of coffee?

I have more than a friend in Jesus. Do you?

As always, you’ve been prayed for!

Much love,
Camey

PS: Did I mention that I had originally thought I wanted to be in Chicago this week at a gathering called “Storytelling?” Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here instead.

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Dance Lessons

As I shared in my last note, my “RQM” (really quiet moments) were over. And while it has been a few days since that was written, it has been playing out like a baby grand piano playing a love ballad. Of course there have been moments that have been more like a guitar playing a rock and roll song. Only truly possible when the Author of the Music is the same One.

Last Saturday morning as I stood before the women who had gathered at our pcb (physical church buildings) from all over the town and community, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the message God had given me was going to have me literally dancing all around the room. My Dance Partner had me positioned in His arms just so. I was following His Lead and not my own. He had me go to the right when I was tempted to go to the left. He had me swing around when I would have preferred to stand still. He even had me sing loud when I would have rather whispered. There is no better dance partner.. None.

One thing I know I can say with certainty, last Saturday was all the better because of the dance lessons I (we) had before moving here back during Labor Day weekend. During the seasons of life’s moments, we have the opportunity to learn new things – to experience things that rock our very core and/or that help set us free in ways that we would have never might wanted to go through otherwise. Seasons of pain. Seasons of seeking our voice. Seasons of walking to the edge and looking over it. Seasons of running with the wind blowing through our hair.

I know that had I not gone through the seasons of my own illnesses and then with all that came with loving daddy and watching him leave this temporary place, what I had to share last Saturday would not have had the same weight and meaning. And as I spoke to women that were/are going through some of the roughest times in their own life’s moments – Holy Spirit was able to speak to their pain. Was able to minister in ways that while I know intimately – I cannot fully explain. For the women who, for all appearances, seem to have life by the silver spoon – Holy Spirit shared how they could be more grateful and let thanksgiving and His Love flow more freely to others. And for those others who are still questioning the whole “God” thing…. He became more real and alive. At least that’s what I’ve been told. Who knew my squatting down in those big ol’ heels could help that? Or walking by them and their table at just the moment when I was sharing about certain things?

Before we moved here, I was on staff at our previous church. I was often told I was “The Voice” for that church body. I struggled with that greatly. It wasn’t until we started talking about leaving that one of the individuals who had called me that shared what they really meant by it. They didn’t mean that “I” – Camey – was the voice. They meant that every time they heard my voice – God was using it to speak to them. And dang if that didn’t make me cry and smile deeply all at the same time. Individuals that our friendships would have surprised many. Not that we were friends… but the depth of our friendships. Friendships that came after they had been really ticked off at me for moving there in the first place to “take care of daddy”. Funny thing is? I learned just as much from them as they could have possibly from me. Again – learning how to dance certain steps for particular songs that were playing at those moments.

I’ve also shared before that I had fought to not be on staff (particularly paid staff) at any church’s pcb. That I was not wanting to be stuck inside any building(s). And yet, I learned so much more inside those buildings than I would have outside of them. I also learned that when it was time to say goodbye to the buildings – it was the people who I cried over more. Not because I didn’t want to leave – but because I was so incredibly thankful for each one of them. I was ready to leave because of the dance lessons that I had learned while there. And I was ready to follow my Dance Partner’s lead elsewhere across the massive floor.

Why was I ready to leave? Because it was simply time. I had taken notes, failed quizzes, past tests and when my Dance Partner took my hand and said, “Come… follow me” – there was not a moment of hesitation. Not one. Are there parts of this dance floor that I am unfamiliar with – absolutely!! That just makes me watch Him all the more! It makes me want to study Him thoroughly. His every move. And listen to the sound of His heart beat as I lean my head into His Chest when He holds me close as we slow dance. Or when He seemingly lets go of my hand but is still close by as we get our groove on!

So? Dear reader, let me ask you this….

What dance lessons have you learned that you too can share with others?

Who is truly leading you and your every step?

If you don’t know the Greatest Dance Partner – why is that?

He is dancing all around you.

Especially this time of year with all the colors changing. He is displaying some of His Mercy. How so?

With the fall comes winter… a time when things seemingly appear to go to sleep on the outside. Ice may even form and cause some things to break or to slip and slide.

But on the inside – things can become greener than ever before. And when the spring comes again…

Can come bursting out with more brilliant colors, be more alive, blooming and growing than could have seemed possible! And they can dance in the Brilliant Sonlight! (yes… spelled that way on purpose)

I am dancing with more than stars. With The One who put each star in place. It is a dance for all of life’s moments. Each one of them…

Are you ready to take His Hand and go wherever He leads? Or to even take His Hand for the first time?

There’s a song by LeAnne Womack called, “I Hope You Dance”….

Are you dancing this moment?

The Only Real Hope comes from God through Jesus Christ.

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for!

Much love,
Camey

PS: Thank you again to all who prayed for last Saturday’s Women’s Event… for this silly woman.

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Are You Dancing Or Standing Against The Wall?

This morning I woke up to find a message in my facebook inbox. This is not an usual thing for me in the slightest and neither really was what it said although the author might have thought I was surprised to be hearing from her. I write this in part because of such messages received – especially lately.

I have been greatly touched by the responses to what I share about my (our) life’s moments via facebook and/or my little blog or comments made on other blogs/sites. But one thing I hope is not lost in translation – yes, I write out of the overflow of God’s love but I also write out of obedience to hearing His Voice speak to me. I know to some obedience is not necessarily a positive term.

I fought writing for many years. It was and is at times a struggle against my will and His. But one thing I’ve truly come to learn the last few years especially – there is real freedom in being obedient to hearing and responding to His Voice. Oh, sure.. I have my critics. I have people who tell me I shouldn’t share some of the more personal things that I do. But when I receive a message like the one I did this morning – it is totally worth it. Not because of what the person said to me… but because I know they were responding to the prompting of His Voice in their own life’s moments. That is priceless!!

So? In responding to what He has been saying to me lately – my RQMs (really quiet moments) are over for awhile. But this does come with a warning… I might just push your buttons or step on your toes or as some say, “Camey! You made me cry!” I hope you realize though it’s not really me doing so.

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for.

Much love,
Camey

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Caught In The Act: Are You Guilty?

Last night the G family went to the bonfire as a part of Homecoming week. It took a few minutes for the fire to really get going because of all the rain we had throughout the day. But once it did – what a warming heat it gave off & what an amazing display of light dancing! This was the first time our family has participated in such a thing. Thankful we did. Although there was one part when driving out to where it was where we thought we were going to drive off the edge of the earth.. (cue in Sheri pls)

While doing some people watching – one of my favorite things to do… I saw these three young girls doing some cheers. They were so intense on making sure they were doing each move just right. Last week these same girls had been part of a cheerleading camp and got to perform at the pep rally & at the football game. I had noticed each one of them then. Their smiles were electric. Their voices – LOUD!

I could not help but walk over to the girls and hug each one of them and tell them what a great job they were doing as cheerleaders! One of their moms was standing nearby. She looked at me and all the sudden her face lit up like a Christmas Tree. She walked over to me & started to introduce herself. Before she could.. her daughter looked at her & said, “Mom! This is Camey. Hannah’s helper.” Her mom looked at her & then me & said, “I know who you are, Camey. You’re Pastor Dick’s wife. I’ve seen your picture every time I’ve walk into the church lately.” (For the record: They took pictures on the day hubby became the pastor of the church & have them on a bulletin board outside the offices.)

Her daughter then proceeded to go on for a bit about how she saw me Wednesday afternoon at our church’s JOY Club. It is an after school gathering for any child that wants to come have a little snack, game time, sing some songs, and most importantly – learn about God/Jesus. She talked about how I was “Hannah’s helper” during the JOY Club. I could not help but smile deeply. You see? Hannah is an 8-year-old friend of mine. She is simply beautiful. She also only has part of her brain. And because of that – Hannah some times needs a helper. It is a pleasure to be Hannah’s helper. Hannah’s mom, Rebecca, is also a friend of mine & one of Parker’s teachers at public school. Hannah does not speak very well.. but holding my hand down one of the hallways Wednesday afternoon during JOY Club – she called me by name, “Camey!” Talk about your priceless moment!

The mom smiled even bigger than she had been after her daughter’s report. She then introduced herself and made sure to introduce her husband to me. All the while, her daughter looking on with a smile as big as the state of Texas. And as quickly as she had stopped cheering – she started back up again. Her & her two friends who also happen to be related to her. She introduced to them to me Wednesday 1st as her best friends & then as family.

This morning as I sit here – I’m reminded of the events of yesterday and Wednesday. I am reminded of the woman at a store hubby and I was in yesterday who was watching me look at some pictures hanging on a wall. She overheard hubby tell me to buy one so I could bring it home & see how it would look in the dining room & how it would go with “Best Dishes”. (read: there’s a note called “Best Dishes” – what special dishes they are! And they are meant for every day!) After hubby walked off to look elsewhere in the store – she said to me, “So? Tell me why you’re looking at these particular pictures.” Each one of them either had a scripture on it or some other God’s Truth on it.

I explained to her about having a house to decorate that is really a home. A home where people are welcome & where God’s love is shared without hesitation from the moment a person walks in whether or not it is directly spoken. That I thought the particular pictures would go well in the dining room. A place where individuals gather numerous times throughout the day.. whether it be members of the G family or individuals who have walked through our doors for whatever the reason(s) may be. She couldn’t help but agree with me. “These pictures speak for themselves.” She also agreed that they weren’t too girly looking either. This woman is going for a bit more of a masculine flair. Remember: There’s already 4 guys who live here.

She then was “caught in the act”…. She told me to not buy any of the pictures. WHAT??? She’s one of their sales employees. But she also knows that on Saturday – those very pictures are going to be on sale. What a helper she was to me by sharing that information with me when she could have kept on working on the display she filling & not got involved with some silly woman who was all giddy over having a “These are it!” moment!

I share these stories with you with definite purposes.

Have you been caught in the act lately?

Are you guilty of helping another?

Do you notice others around you instead of just being involved in your life’s moments?

They really don’t belong to just you.

How can you choose today to share God’s kindness with someone else?

I dare you to! You can never outgive God in kindness. I know I certainly can’t.

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for.

And if you don’t know God… or Jesus… just ask me.. It is sheer JOY to share with you!

Much love,
Camey

PS: Tonight the G family have the privilege of serving others at the dinner before the Homecoming Game! Gotta go bake some desserts now in that kitchen I’m blessed to use to help share God’s kindness. Each thing I make gets prayed over for the individuals who will eat it. It can be that simple.

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Unpacking Life’s Moments: A Lifestyle Missionary’s Report

Over the last couple of days in particular, I’ve had numerous inquiries as to when I was going to start writing again. While I have never understood people’s responses to my daily life painted through words, I praise God.. and the power of Holy Spirit! My writing comes out His Love for me and mine in return for Him and also out of obedience and surrender to my Savior and Lord. With that said…

The last couple of weeks have been some of the most intense ever! And if you’re even remotely familiar with some of the ones I’ve lived – that’s saying a lot! (read: insert hardy laugh here) One of the things that has totally caught me by surprise is my reaction to having a house again, a house to decorate, and in the mix of that – all the ways our lives have completely changed and yet have stayed the same.

When God called us to give away or sell almost everything we had the privilege of calling ours back in 2005 & also move into someone else’s house – it was one of the most freeing times in my life. WHAT??? I am a servant. I serve others. That’s just what I do… who I am at the very core of my being. Now I’m not saying that I have never complained about it.. But at the end of the day – God’s love always reigns supreme and it is a love that I cannot and will not deny. It is a love I did not and do not deserve but He pours out and in me lavishly and with the Ultimate Generosity.

While there is not one single doubt we were called to leave G-town – just like when we were sent there… what has changed for me is being the woman of the house again. And with the fact that we can now have individuals over whenever we want to – the desire is huge for it to be house that is inviting to any one who may dawn her doors. I’m not concerned about the people part…. I/we want it to be a place where an individual knows they can come in & take their shoes off & stay awhile. To take a nap on our couch if a nap is needed… to eat whatever is in our kitchen… or put on our dining table. This is a house where God’s love is known beyond words. And that is what makes it a home.

So… it is safe to say I’m truly in a foreign land. Oh, sure… I’m still in Texas. But honestly, it is like nothing I’ve ever known. And on one hand it is thrilling beyond my imagination… on the other hand – it has left me saying, “Why didn’t I pay more attention in Home Ec. class while in junior high?” Needless to say… I failed sewing. Hence why I’m looking for premade curtains. (read: don’t take yourself so seriously. laugh at your failures)

I write this to say…. I am humbled by the life’s moments I’m given the privilege of living. Each and every single moment.. the ones where I can do whatever it is blindfolded or have to have my hand held by my Real Father. And I am thankful for all the new opportunities to serve here. Yes, I am the pastor’s wife of one of the churches… but I remain a lifestyle missionary far more than that.

What is a lifestyle missionary? It is a person who has recognized God’s love for them and how He sent Jesus to live and die to show that love. It also showed His Love by the fact that Jesus did not stay in his tomb. He is the Only Living God. And therefore, the Only One worth following as The Guide – The Light – for how to live life’s moments. Jesus did not come to be served. He came to serve. And so.. it is my incredible privilege to serve others because of Him and out of the overflow of His love in me. It is not some thing I am capable of on my own. It requires a daily surrender. And it demands calling upon the Holy Spirit to give you His Eyes as you walk this world.. ready at any moment to share the Hope that is found Only in Him.

So? I’m surrendered to decorating to this house for others.. not for myself. Because truly? I have all I need in God through Jesus Christ. That is the how and why I am complete even when seasons of life change like the arrival of cold air and dew on both of our backyards. I am also surrendered to doing whatever else He calls me. And that does include writing as well… More to come on that.

As for Dick and the boys – I’ll save that update for another time too. I can say that God is stretching them in ways that leaves this wife and mom on my knees in prayer, encouraging them however I can, and giving more hugs than some might say are legally allowed at the boys’ ages. It is all how I worship God with life’s moments.

Now.. I’m back to looking for black curtains for the dining room. (Read: Serious with a pinch of sheer laughter)

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for. And it is as dangerous as trusting in Jesus.

Much love,
Camey

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Hello world!

Hello, all! Giving wordpress a try now. We’ll see how I like it! lol

As always, you dear reader, have been prayed for!

Much love,

Cameyg

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