For this moment!

"What if God created me for THIS moment?!?"

What if you are living in a situation, whether it be good or bad, and it is THE very reason/purpose that God created you for?

What if you were created to work in a crappy job, just so you could have that 1 encounter with a person, and change their life?

What if you were created to speak kindly to someone, who is thinking of death?

What if you were created to have crohns disease so that you could have that 1 moment with someone, and let them know that you understand their pain?

What if you were created for this school year, so that you could be that 1 teacher who changed their life?

What if your moment was Sept. 11? Your moment was to say.. "Let's Roll".

What if you were created for today. Only today. How would you live differently? Would you go through the day keeping a lookout for "your moment"?

What if you missed YOUR moment because you were in a bad mood, tired, held a grudge, scared, selfish? What if you missed one of those moments and it cost them their life or their eternity?

Well that is how I see life. God created us for special moments. For life changing moments.

I know that God created us to have many life changing special moments that are meant to point others to Him. I also know that God doesn't NEED us to fulfill His plans. But, what a great privilege that we can be a part of the incredible story that He has written.

God please help me to be aware of what is around me. Help me not to miss the "moment" that you created me for. Thank you for letting me a part of this story that you wrote before life existed.

A date with a Pirate.

If I were going to go on a date with a pirate there are certain things that are a must:

1. He must be handsome.
2. He must be funny.
3. He must have a great "ARRRRRRR!"
4. And he MUST wear a patch.

Today I got my date with my pirate.

Little Bear decided to play "catch the flying stuffed animal" with his sister. Normally this isn't a bad game to play. But this game would typically require that you catch the "flying stuffed animal" with your hands. Well, Bear decided to catch with his face.

The story goes like this:

Bear comes screaming into my bedroom holding his eye. I have no idea if he is missing an eye, got something stuck in it, or all of the above. I am holding his arms down so he won't rub his eye, while trying to look into his eye (which thank the Lord was still intact). I could see a small scratch on his cornea, so I was a little nervous. I wasn't sure what kind of doctor to go see. The ER, a pediatrician, an opthamologist????All the while I am asking Pey Pey (a 3 year old)what happened.

Pey: Fraydo did it!

Mom: (While fighting to look into Bear's eye as he screams and is freaking out) Pey! what happened to Bear?

Pey: Fraydo did it mom! Fraydo!

Mom: Pey! I am serious. What happened? And DO NOT tell me Fraydo did it. (Thinking at this point that Fraydo MUST be a new imaginary friend.)

Pey: MOM! Fraydo the chicken got Bear's eye.

Mom: Oh! You mean Alfredo the chicken. (Light bulb moment. The big girls named a beanie baby chicken, Alfredo.)

Pey: UH, yeah! (her toned screamed, DUH!)

Fast forward 30 minutes or so.....

We called an eye doctor and had an appointment. Hubby and I took the little guy to the eye doctor around 4pm today. After getting him some numbing drops he was much better. In fact he was putting on his usually show. He had everyone in the office laughing up a storm. They put some medicine in his eye and then put a patch on it. As soon as they taped the patch on, he let out a nice "ARRRRRRRR!" "I a pirate now".

He is sleeping now and we have a follow up appointment tomorrow. It has been an adventure of a day. But after all.... isn't that what life with a pirate is supposed to be.

Much Love.

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Conversations heard around our house #2

On our ride home from church yesterday...



Pey: Mom, when I grow up I'm gonna be a boy.

Mom: Pey, girls don't grow up to be boys. God made you a girl.

Pey: No, no, no mom, I grow up to be a boy, then I die and become a girl again. Ok?!


(There were so many things wrong with that statement that I just shook my head and went
on :-)

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This morning...

Mom: Good morning Bear.

Bear: Mom,The sunshine has not eatin' breakfast yet.

Mom: ??????HUH?????

Bear: and ...He's a boy.

Mom: Who?

Bear: (frustrated) The sunshine!

Mom: Oh. How do you know?

Bear: Because when he grows up he will be big like me.

Mom: Oh, ok. (what was I thinking.)
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Pey: Mom, I am going to church. HEY BUB!!! Let's go to church ok?!?

Mom: Ok, see you later. (They go hand in hand down the hall to their bedroom. I can hear them talking and going on and on about something.)

Mom: Hey guys, what are you doing?

Pey: Shhhhhhhhh! We are in church with Brenna and Ken.

Mom: Ok, tell them hi for me.

Pey: Ok mom. BrennaKen mom says hi.

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Bear: Can you get me some apple juice?

Mom: Sure, but I can't do it, unless I get a kiss from a prince.

Bear: Oh, oh! I am a prince!

(Then he laid a big kiss on me.)

That last one is my favorite. God always knows how to make me smile. And He usually uses one of the "jewels" that lives with me.

Something New

Over the past week and a half I have been working this blog out in my head. Trying to put words together and to have my thoughts make since. So bear with me and I'll try to pull it together for you.

2 Sundays ago our pastor preached a sermon that put words, to my feelings. He spoke about the purpose of the church. (I know this wasn't the only thing that he spoke about, but this is the part that God wanted me to hear. I know this because I don't remember any of the other stuff.
:-) Sorry Daniel.)

Since the first Sunday we came to Lifepoint Church, we have loved it. To be quite honest I questioned why. Is it the style of music? Is it the breath of fresh air? Is it the comfortable style? Is it the friendliness of everyone? Is it the great preaching? Is it the children's ministry? or Is it a rebound church? (Like a rebound boyfriend. You know you can date pretty much anyone after a bad break-up and they will look like Prince Charming.) Somewhere down inside I think that I have been afraid that I love this church only because......it ISN'T our old church. (if you have ever been in ministry and had to leave a church, you understand this feeling. It is the feeling of relief. It is the feeling of the elephant FINALLY stepping OFF of your chest.)

But then Daniel preached this sermon.

And I realized why I love being a part of my new church.

I will try to summarize what I heard last Sunday.

He told the story of "the woman at the well." He talked about the Living water of Christ.
And then he said,"That's what we (the church) are. A watering station. We are here to hand out the living water of Christ."

That's it!

That was what I heard 2 Sundays ago. I heard a man state a vision for our church, that should be the vision for every church. Church shouldn't be about programs, calenders, self-service (aka:Church service) Church should be about handing out water.
As I sat in my seat 2 Sundays ago, my light bulb went off. I got it. Daniel put into words, what I had been feeling. I love my church because it's priority is reaching broken people, and handing them water. Reaching me, and giving me water. Helping me reach others and hand them water.

This past Saturday Hubby got to be a part of a "Gas buy down". Our church went out to a local gas station and dropped the price buy 50 cents. Then they pumped their gas and washed their windows.

Gas Buy Down 2008 from Josh Lazar on Vimeo.

Some might ask why in the world would we do something like that? Or they must have tons of money to just throw around.
Nope! They were just "handing out water" and loving on a community. The really cool thing is... you can search youtube for gas buy down. And you will see that we are not alone.

I don't tell you any of this to boast or brag about "our church". Because the truth is... Each church can be a watering station.

Or life is tough right now. That is no secret to most of you. But we know that God has a great purpose. It is our honor to spend this season of our life being apart of a church that has this as it's passion. It gives a little bit of purpose to all of the hard ships that we have been facing recently. Because of those things, we get to be a part of this.

Thank you God. Thank you for the rain. It always makes the grass greener.