October Newsletter

God's Phone Number

Of all my hats I wear, one of my favorite and long awaited is...Mom.  I had seen years worth of negative pregnancy tests, and I do not believe anything will rival the feeling that I experienced, that day in September of 2006, when I finally got a positive result.
God's Phone Number

Of all my hats I wear, one of my favorite and long awaited is...Mom.  I had seen years worth of negative pregnancy tests, and I do not believe anything will rival the feeling that I experienced, that day in September of 2006, when I finally got a positive result.  From that time until the present, I love MOST everything that comes along with the role of Mom.  I love making my baby girl breakfast, I love picking her up from school,  I love watching her try new things, and see her mind work in new ways.  I also love her growing passion for the things of God, even at the young age of five.  One night while giving her a bath, she started to tell me how she wanted a baby sister.  Okay, I know what you're thinking, don't go there, we will be here all day if we get into that ten thousand, five hundred and twenty-one dollar and nine cent question (the approximate cost to have a baby, thanks to google).  Back to my story.  I told her, "Baby, that is something you are gonna have to talk to God about".  Her response was stated with such an assurance and a resolute conviction, "Alright, what's His phone number"? After I smiled real big, and let out a muffled laugh, because Jada does not find humor in people laughing at things she says, in spite of my efforts to help her see the contrary.  It took me back.  My girl was basically saying, with audacious faith, "Give me his number, I will call Him up and state my desire, and I am certain He will give it to me".  Man, child like faith, looked me square in the eyes and put my grown up faith to shame!  Let us learn from our kids.  They are very vocal, not at all intimidated to ask what they want.  Not sure about your kids, but if my daughter doesn't get what she has asked for after the first request, the requests do not stop, they just get louder and closer together with each passing minute.  If that is not your experience, with your kids, at your home, just smile and nod your head for me please.  Having said all that, I am making it my aim, to daily, get loud with God!  Not in a disrespectful, entitlement kind of way, but a, "Hey Pa-Pa! It's me," kinda-way.  Poverty taught me, that I should just be happy with what I have, and never reach for more, and to do so is selfish, indulgent, and greedy.  Poverty told me, that just a few people live happy, fulfilled lives.  The rest of us, just need to survive, one day it will all be over, and then we will be in the sweet by and by where everything will finally be alright.  You know what I found out?  Poverty lied!  Let me be author, turn coach on you now.  Pick up the proverbial phone, dial God's number, and get loud!!!  Getting on your feet with whatever is in your heart to accomplish, begins on your knees!  When you have prayed once, twice, a hundred times....well then what?  I'm so glad you asked...

Rom 8:22-25
"Waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother.  We are enlarged in the waiting.  We, of course, don't see what is enlarging us.  But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy."

So...what is the goal for today, tomorrow, until forever?  Get loud with Daddy-God.  Tell him your dreams, goals and desires.  He already knows them, because he planted them in your heart.  He is just waiting on you to call with that child like faith.

Get Loud!
Pastor Jennifer