Category Archives: Scripture

A new area for me.

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Two years ago a few of us in my town started meeting in homes to form “Restore Groups/Communities”. We met to have communion, some sort of devotional, prayer, to have accountability with each other, to try and love each other, God and the neighborhoods around us well. My group still meets every other Monday night, at least for the most part, unless we’re all out of whack from our summer schedules 🙂

One year ago we became the “Alton Mission” and started meeting on Sunday mornings for a gathering of all of the Restore Groups to have a weekly worship service together where we again take communion, pray, hear a sermon and sing and worship together.

It’s not a big church by any means. About 40-50 people if everybody is there I would guess. But in one year’s time we’ve developed two worship teams so that we can rotate and nobody has to be leading all the time…which is a bit unheard of in most small churches I’ve been a part of. Since me and my girls are on one of the teams…I’m grateful for the rotation.

We also have a team of people who do the speaking on Sunday mornings. We have a pastor and he does most of the speaking. But we also have 3 others who have done some speaking too. One person is a pastor who is doing a different job now but still speaks when he gets opportunity. One person is a school teacher who has about the biggest servant’s heart I’ve ever been around and one person is a lady :), who is a counselor and also a new mom. I love the variety. And again, I think this is a very rare thing for a church our size to have that kind of quality rotation of speakers to speak to the community of believers in our church.

When this started I was asked if I might consider speaking as well once in awhile. The first time it came up was around the holidays last year. As a music teacher, it was obvious and easy for me to figure out that was not a good time for me to give it enough attention and thought for me to feel confident to get up in front and speak. I backed out…said “later”.

The next time…I partially signed on…it was early spring and I knew that I would enjoy the process of doing it, the preparation that goes in, etc. But again, with my life I quickly realized that something had to give and when I looked at the list of my responsibilities as a single mom and full time working teacher, speaking at my church wasn’t something that I just “had” to do. I told our pastor that I would try again when I was on sabbatical.

Now it’s the third time that this opportunity has come around and it feels right to me. So…I’ve committed to speaking on August 25th. Plenty of time for me to sit and think about what God might want me to share.

My subject area is about us living a “common life” together. Or something like that. The scripture is from 1 Thessalonians 2:1-13

I’ve done some “talks” in the past here and there. But preparing a sermon is not something I’ve ever done before. It felt a little different to me. I’m not sure why…just did. I thought maybe I would need commentaries and knowledge that I don’t have to pursue the history and culture and background better. My pastor instead said….just sit with the scripture and see what God brings to your attention. Quite freeing really.

So last night I started to commit to the process. I decided that I would try and read through this scripture once a day, either in the morning or at night before going to bed.

Day one…I read it last night and my mind woke me up in the night…or maybe God woke me up, I’m not sure, thinking about what all is in that passage of scripture.

I started thinking about verbs. I’m a word nut, I admit it. The scripture is about Paul telling the church how he lived among them, what he did and didn’t do. I started thinking about the specific verbs mentioned and wondering if I am “doing” any of those things. I started to think about how when Paul writes this letter he doesn’t say “I” did this but it’s always “We”. Makes me wonder who the “we” was and how maybe I need more “we” in my own life trying to live out those verbs than “I”. He mentions two specific visual pictures of relationships. One is about a mother nursing her child and the other is about a father dealing with his children. I immediately thought of a picture I recently saw on facebook from a couple at our church that just recently had a baby boy. They took some family pictures and also some pictures of just their baby. The love, pride, joy, intensity, gratitude, commitment they feel toward their son is so obvious. I started to think about this in relation to more than just our “own” children and tried to picture this kind of relationship with someone else who might not even be in my family. Is that even possible? I then started to think about my husband and a couple of pictures I have of him and Lauren when she tried soccer for a season. He volunteered to help coach and I was reminded of how he encouraged Lauren and was right in there with her. The idea of a Father figure and what that means is something that I want to give more thought to. Can we really be that to somebody outside out own family? I think so…but I think it’s incredibly rare. I then started to think about the excuses Paul could’ve made to not have lived among the people there the way he did. He had plenty…they had already gone through so much at Philippi and he had to work to make a living. You can tell he was burning the candle at both ends so to speak and yet…he made a deliberate choice to live among the people anyway.

All of these thoughts were swirling in my mind at 4:30am this morning. I finally just got up.

This is only day one of interacting with the scripture!

I wish I could say it’s like this for me with scripture all the time. But it’s not. Often I just read some little devotional thought in the morning but it’s very rare that I “study” scripture in any in depth kind of way.

I’m reminded in preparation for this sermon in about six weeks, why I enjoy this kind of opportunity. It pushes me to go deeper. It pushes me to think through truth more. Clearly, this shouldn’t require a sermon prep to do…but that seems to be the nature of life if I’m going to be real about it.

Because I opened myself to the opportunity…I woke up early this morning with God thoughts about scripture. That is very rare. Usually I wake up with fear on my mind, or a to do list of what needs to get done. But this morning I just couldn’t go back to sleep…I was thinking about scripture. Paul “dared” to speak the gospel even despite huge opposition. I laid in bed trying to think what I’ve “dared” to do lately.

I’m not sure how it will all piece tother and honestly, I don’t want to put anything in stone yet. I just want to make myself wait a bit and let thoughts come to the surface that I haven’t even considered yet, but I’m thankful this morning to have my soul stirred by the Word of God in a fresh way. Sometimes I forget how that can happen.

Just me and my bible. No pastor on site, no commentaries, no previous knowledge required. Just me and my bible and the Holy Spirit who leads us as we open our lives to truth.

It doesn’t happen often for me. Probably because I don’t approach scripture this way very often. Last night though when I read the passage I just felt this feeling of “Ok God…I’m listening…speak”.

I’m reminded this morning…very early…He still does.

How has it been for you lately with scripture? What is God speaking to you about? When I have mornings like this one today I realize how many days upon days go by without me giving nearly enough time, energy, or thought to God and His Word. And yet, He still meets me there…even when I don’t often meet Him. This morning I can’t help but worship God and be reminded of His amazing grace that He lavishly pours out upon my life day by day all without me often stopping to take a bit of notice. God is near. God is listening to us and speaking truth into our lives.

The Word of God is active…sharper than a two edged sword, cutting to the marrow…leading us to truth. I so easily forget this…until I’m woke up at 4:30am with scripture on my mind 🙂

A good way to go out.

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Today I had a squirrelly fourth grade class come in with flowers in a vase, lovely white pure flowers and each student had written me a goodbye card. Props to the teacher…I know she was totally behind it, but it still felt good to have kids write hand written notes of appreciation to me and draw pictures. Made me smile and remember the good in the job I’ve been doing for the past 14 years.

Nothing like a handmade card to melt a teacher’s heart 🙂

 

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Honestly…it really affected me more than you might think it would. A sheet of paper, some thoughtful words, some drawings…makes me think maybe we all should be making homemade thank you cards more often. We could change the world…one tiny drop at a time.

 

 

Last song

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The last song I conducted this year…could very well be my last song as a middle school choir teacher ever, was the song “dem bones”. I didn’t plan it out that way. It’s just kind of how it all fell together in the program.

I found it really ironic that on my last song I would be conducting a song about dry/dead bones coming to life. The text is from Ezekiel 37. Which by the way…was sung in a public school :).

The song was a challenging one for us. Four parts in middle school. Some really low bass parts that I had just the guys to cover this year! The song moves by half steps up and down and really has to stay in tune to be good. It’s all a-cappella so there is no accompaniment to rely on.

My favorite line is when we sing the line “Now hear the word of the Lord,” at a fortissimo, raise the roof level 🙂

The kids did a great job. I was so proud of them.

I couldn’t help but think about my dead/dry bones coming to life in new ways soon. At the end the song ends with a prayer “Breathe on me, breath of God, fill me with life anew.” Those were the very last words I conducted…incredibly symbolic. Because that’s my prayer as I enter this new season of life. I’m ready for some God breathed new life.

The Holy Spirit prays/intercedes for us when we don’t have the words ourselves to pray. As we sang that prayer I knew the words were from God. I’m not sure what I should be praying for these days, except more students for my private lesson business…but life anew…that’s what I really desire.

Ironic ending. Or maybe God ordained all along. All I can tell you is that song was the highlight of the night for me. After the program I had several people tell me it was for them too.

I think I’ve felt a little dead/dry for awhile now. I am just on the front end of receiving a fresh breath from God…and I already feel myself coming to life. Sometimes we don’t realize how much we need a new touch from God, a new vision, a new season in our lives. I’m ready.

That night as I drove to Michigan I felt sentimental about the whole thing. The kids did such a great job and I was still on that program high that any music teacher gets who has just seen it all come together. I’m thankful that I went out on a good note…literally. Felt like a bookend to me.