The calendar is not yet reading December 25, but I’ve already received several wonderful and generous gifts. All the gifts I’ve received have shown that the person giving them knows me personally. Every gift is thoughtful (I’m sure the word thoughtful is somewhere in the definition of gift), but some take more thought.
A few months ago I was buying a birthday gift for a friend, and my youngest son happened to be with me. He commented, “Wow, you’re putting a lot of thought into this…” This is not to say I’m the end all/be all of gift giving; I’m not, but don’t we all long to give a gift that will tell the person- I know you, I care about you, and I’m giving you something I hope will tell you just that. We all love gifts that we can tell took some thought…something that says we are known, even to the point of what brings us joy.
That brings me to Christmas. Not to sound cliché, or fall into the “Stuff Christians Say” realm, but Jesus was the ultimate expression of a thoughtful gift. God knows us. He knows our deepest desires, He knows our sin, He knows what breaks our heart, and what makes it skip a beat with overwhelming joy. He had a gift in mind that would be everything we ever needed. His gift would protect, provide, and redeem us. His gift would love us tenderly, but at the same time with great fervor. His gift would continue to give us other gifts, like hope, peace, and assurance. His gift would be a gift not for one day, but for eternity.
We will all receive gifts next week. Many of them will be thoughtful, and others may fall (or be thrown) in the ‘return as soon as possible’ pile. No matter what we get next week, we’ve already been given the ultimate gift. The Giver was thinking of us corporately and individually when He gave it. He gave it without regard to His own sacrifice. He gave out of a love that we can’t even begin to comprehend.
As I watch the people I care about open gifts next week, I will take great joy in seeing their faces light up. I wonder if God watches us this way…waiting to see if our faces will light up, or if our hearts will skip a beat, as we fully and completely comprehend the extent of His gift to us. We’ve been given the gift, but do we know how truly precious it is?
This Week’s Announcements:
Christmas Eve Services will be held at 4pm and 6pm on…Christmas Eve of course! Each service will last an hour, but will vary in “feel.” The first one at 4pm will be more interactive (great for kids) and will feature our student ministry worship team leading us in worship. The second one will be more traditional.
Drag everyone away from the tree for a little while, and join us as we celebrate Jesus’ birth together on Christmas Day at 11:00am. (*Kids, feel free to wear your PJ’s to this service)
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
This was overheard while one four year old was praying and thanking God for Christmas… “Jesus, I’m so sorry that I missed your first birthday.”
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
I’ve come to discover that traditions for this time of year vary greatly from family to family. Here are a few I’ve heard about recently: a visiting elf who watches you for Santa, special pajamas to be worn on Christmas Eve, watching “Charlie Brown Christmas” while drinking hot chocolate (this was a must!), putting reindeer food in the yard, putting the baby Jesus in the nativity on Christmas morning- but not before, believing in Santa, not believing in Santa, giving only 3 gifts, giving too many gifts to count…the list could go on and on.
Traditions were never a huge deal in my family. I don’t remember us doing anything around the holidays exactly the same every year. I don’t think this was a bad thing….we just didn’t. I remember every holiday being fun and full of family time. Maybe that was the only tradition we really needed.
I started several traditions with my boys through the years- some stuck and some didn’t. There are a few that we still continue to this day. The first is the new pajamas tradition. We take great pride in picking out our Christmas PJ’s. We all go shopping together a week or two before Christmas, and pick out just the right ones. The only rule is that they cannot match. It’s a tradition, but we’re not “that” family. The second is the Nutcracker collection. Each of my boys receives a new nutcracker every year from me. I try to find just the right one- something that reminds me of them from that year. Each one is unique to their personality, what they’ve been interested in that year, or something that elicits a great memory. For instance, Mitchell got a nutcracker dressed all in the color orange last year because he became a Syracuse “Orangeman” when he went to college. These traditions don’t add anything to the Spiritual emphasis of Christmas. They are just fun.
The Spiritual emphasis we place on Christmas doesn’t have to come with a list of traditions, it’s a tradition all its own. The faith in a Savior born in Bethlehem, who grew up to die for our sins, and then rise again on the third day is part of who we are as a family. We don’t have to add a whole lot of traditions around that to make it important to us. We don’t have to think of ways to make the birth of Jesus special…it was special then, and it’s special now- period. This is not to say that we don’t do things to specifically celebrate Jesus- we do. We read of His birth in God’s Word together, we have a “Happy Birthday Jesus” cake for dessert on Christmas Day, we do a “Walk to Bethlehem” somewhere around town…just to name a few.
The point is this, all of those things are good, but even if we stopped doing them, Christmas would still come. One day – maybe sooner than I want- my boys will stop shopping for pajamas with me. One day, they will display their nutcracker collections in their own homes- or at least put them in a box in their own basements. One day I will no longer sit on a couch with boys on each side as I read Luke 2. One day someone will decide that the birthday cake is no longer needed for dessert, and sadly, one day a walk around Bethlehem will be a faint memory. Despite all of that, Christmas will still come. Jesus will still be born. Jesus will still be King. Jesus will still be a Savior who loved us enough to die for our sins.
Our traditions don’t make or break Christmas. Only our belief in a very real and living God can make or break…everything.
This Week’s Announcements:
Christmas Eve Services will be held at 4pm and 6pm on…Christmas Eve of course! Each service will last an hour, but will vary in “feel.” The first one at 4pm will be more interactive (great for kids) and will feature our student ministry worship team leading us in worship. The second one will be more traditional.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
One little girl, trying to gain her friend’s attention, calls out, “Eleven!” The friend’s name is Evelyn. She may have wondered why the friend never answered.
One 4 year old brings his special “backpack” to church each week. This is funny for two reasons; one, it’s not a backpack, but is instead the empty case for a folding chair, and two, it is always filled with something different and unique. This week’s treasures included his sister’s polka-dotted slippers (which he put on as soon as he entered the room), and some “gold” he found in his backyard. The gold was in fact a Q-tip dipped in some sort of yellow paint. (Proof once again that we should just give our kids empty boxes for Christmas!)
Traditions were never a huge deal in my family. I don’t remember us doing anything around the holidays exactly the same every year. I don’t think this was a bad thing….we just didn’t. I remember every holiday being fun and full of family time. Maybe that was the only tradition we really needed.
I started several traditions with my boys through the years- some stuck and some didn’t. There are a few that we still continue to this day. The first is the new pajamas tradition. We take great pride in picking out our Christmas PJ’s. We all go shopping together a week or two before Christmas, and pick out just the right ones. The only rule is that they cannot match. It’s a tradition, but we’re not “that” family. The second is the Nutcracker collection. Each of my boys receives a new nutcracker every year from me. I try to find just the right one- something that reminds me of them from that year. Each one is unique to their personality, what they’ve been interested in that year, or something that elicits a great memory. For instance, Mitchell got a nutcracker dressed all in the color orange last year because he became a Syracuse “Orangeman” when he went to college. These traditions don’t add anything to the Spiritual emphasis of Christmas. They are just fun.
The Spiritual emphasis we place on Christmas doesn’t have to come with a list of traditions, it’s a tradition all its own. The faith in a Savior born in Bethlehem, who grew up to die for our sins, and then rise again on the third day is part of who we are as a family. We don’t have to add a whole lot of traditions around that to make it important to us. We don’t have to think of ways to make the birth of Jesus special…it was special then, and it’s special now- period. This is not to say that we don’t do things to specifically celebrate Jesus- we do. We read of His birth in God’s Word together, we have a “Happy Birthday Jesus” cake for dessert on Christmas Day, we do a “Walk to Bethlehem” somewhere around town…just to name a few.
The point is this, all of those things are good, but even if we stopped doing them, Christmas would still come. One day – maybe sooner than I want- my boys will stop shopping for pajamas with me. One day, they will display their nutcracker collections in their own homes- or at least put them in a box in their own basements. One day I will no longer sit on a couch with boys on each side as I read Luke 2. One day someone will decide that the birthday cake is no longer needed for dessert, and sadly, one day a walk around Bethlehem will be a faint memory. Despite all of that, Christmas will still come. Jesus will still be born. Jesus will still be King. Jesus will still be a Savior who loved us enough to die for our sins.
Our traditions don’t make or break Christmas. Only our belief in a very real and living God can make or break…everything.
This Week’s Announcements:
Christmas Eve Services will be held at 4pm and 6pm on…Christmas Eve of course! Each service will last an hour, but will vary in “feel.” The first one at 4pm will be more interactive (great for kids) and will feature our student ministry worship team leading us in worship. The second one will be more traditional.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
One little girl, trying to gain her friend’s attention, calls out, “Eleven!” The friend’s name is Evelyn. She may have wondered why the friend never answered.
One 4 year old brings his special “backpack” to church each week. This is funny for two reasons; one, it’s not a backpack, but is instead the empty case for a folding chair, and two, it is always filled with something different and unique. This week’s treasures included his sister’s polka-dotted slippers (which he put on as soon as he entered the room), and some “gold” he found in his backyard. The gold was in fact a Q-tip dipped in some sort of yellow paint. (Proof once again that we should just give our kids empty boxes for Christmas!)
Saturday, November 30, 2013
When our children are little they fear that we may leave them. As parents we don’t understand this idea of separation anxiety because we know that we would never leave our children- at least not forever. In their little minds and hearts a minute can seem like an hour, and an hour…well, that’s forever.
The season of this anxiety is daunting to us as we dread the tears, the clinging arms, and the fear we see in their little faces. But again, we know they really have nothing to fear so we walk away- a little heartbroken, maybe with even a little guilt, only to be assured when we return that they still love us- despite our leaving them.
Then the rubber band of time snaps and we are suddenly the ones afraid. When the word after the number 12 is no longer months, but years, we begin to fear they will leave us. As the 12 grows closer to 18 and beyond, we are the ones shedding tears and hanging on with clingy arms. What if they don’t need us anymore? What if they go away to college and never call? What if they move away after college and never visit? What if…they leave us?
Then once again, the rubber band of time snaps, and we find that we are needed not so much (at least for now) by our kids, but by our own parents. Suddenly, we are needed and afraid; fearful again that our parents may leave us.
This Thanksgiving week, I had the great privilege of spending time with my mom on her birthday- which just happened to be Thanksgiving Day too. My mom turned 71 this week, and is thankfully in great health. We are able to do all the mom/daughter things that we want, but it occurred to me this week that she needs me as much as I need her. It also occurred to me that I am ever so slightly fearful that she’ll leave me.
One of the many things we enjoyed this week was a lunch with some old friends. Imagine the other parents you hang out with now- forty years later…this was our lunch. My parents enjoyed great and lasting friendships with two other couples when we were growing up. All the boys played sports together, all the dads coached those boys, all the moms were team moms and scorekeepers, and all the sisters…well, we lived at the ball field with our families, occasionally working as batgirls and in the concession stand. So, these folks from so long ago, minus two of the men (one being my dad) who have passed away, got together for lunch. Besides being older, it was like we hadn’t missed a beat.
This is where I saw firsthand the snapping of that rubber band. One mom is in poor health, and even as the daughter and this mom joked about her loss of hearing and memory, what I saw was that they needed each other. I saw a daughter that is just slightly fearful of her mom leaving her. Another daughter ordered for her mom, and took care of her ailing father. They needed each other, and there was a slight undertone of that fear of being left.
We all live in this place of shifting time, changing roles, and snapping rubber bands. We cried as children when our parents left us, our kids cry when we leave them, we will cry when our children leave us, and then we’re right back where we started…beginning to fear that our parents will leave us. I guess the best we can do in any and all of these situations is to make the most of the time we have, loving with all we’ve got, saying the things we need to say, assuring each other that nothing is forever- even the leaving part.
One last reassuring thought came to mind...maybe the rubber bands don't snap, but instead stretch as they are made to do. We're constantly pulling it, but thankfully someone else on that rubber band with us is pulling too. We may stretch away for a time, those we love may stretch away for a time, but we are all pulled back in as well. So, until the rubber band stretches again, I’m going to tell those I love how much I love them, and then hang on tight for as long as I can.
This Week’s Announcements:
The Giving Tree- Don’t forget to pull an ornament (or two) from the giving tree in the church lobby. This tree will list needed items for Park Street Elementary, MUST Ministries, and Cobb Pregnancy Center. All items should be dropped off at the church by December 22nd. No need to wrap anything- just place the ornament you pulled from the tree back on the item.
Christmas Eve Services- We will have two services this year. The first one, at 4pm, will be family friendly, multi-sensory, and interactive. Worship at this service will be led by our Youth Ministry Worship team and they are amazing! So…for a fun, BUT MEANINGFUL Christmas Eve experience, join us at 4pm. If the more traditional is your style, come to the second service at 6pm.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
On the Sunday prior to thanksgiving, we spent a lot of time talking about what we’re thankful for, and how to have an attitude of gratitude. In doing so, we played a game with the alphabet. Contestants had to yell out something they were thankful for that began with the randomly drawn letter of the alphabet. They had to be quicker to yell out an answer than their opponent. In a rush to be first, one girl- when seeing the letter “O”- yelled out, “Oprah!”
The season of this anxiety is daunting to us as we dread the tears, the clinging arms, and the fear we see in their little faces. But again, we know they really have nothing to fear so we walk away- a little heartbroken, maybe with even a little guilt, only to be assured when we return that they still love us- despite our leaving them.
Then the rubber band of time snaps and we are suddenly the ones afraid. When the word after the number 12 is no longer months, but years, we begin to fear they will leave us. As the 12 grows closer to 18 and beyond, we are the ones shedding tears and hanging on with clingy arms. What if they don’t need us anymore? What if they go away to college and never call? What if they move away after college and never visit? What if…they leave us?
Then once again, the rubber band of time snaps, and we find that we are needed not so much (at least for now) by our kids, but by our own parents. Suddenly, we are needed and afraid; fearful again that our parents may leave us.
This Thanksgiving week, I had the great privilege of spending time with my mom on her birthday- which just happened to be Thanksgiving Day too. My mom turned 71 this week, and is thankfully in great health. We are able to do all the mom/daughter things that we want, but it occurred to me this week that she needs me as much as I need her. It also occurred to me that I am ever so slightly fearful that she’ll leave me.
One of the many things we enjoyed this week was a lunch with some old friends. Imagine the other parents you hang out with now- forty years later…this was our lunch. My parents enjoyed great and lasting friendships with two other couples when we were growing up. All the boys played sports together, all the dads coached those boys, all the moms were team moms and scorekeepers, and all the sisters…well, we lived at the ball field with our families, occasionally working as batgirls and in the concession stand. So, these folks from so long ago, minus two of the men (one being my dad) who have passed away, got together for lunch. Besides being older, it was like we hadn’t missed a beat.
This is where I saw firsthand the snapping of that rubber band. One mom is in poor health, and even as the daughter and this mom joked about her loss of hearing and memory, what I saw was that they needed each other. I saw a daughter that is just slightly fearful of her mom leaving her. Another daughter ordered for her mom, and took care of her ailing father. They needed each other, and there was a slight undertone of that fear of being left.
We all live in this place of shifting time, changing roles, and snapping rubber bands. We cried as children when our parents left us, our kids cry when we leave them, we will cry when our children leave us, and then we’re right back where we started…beginning to fear that our parents will leave us. I guess the best we can do in any and all of these situations is to make the most of the time we have, loving with all we’ve got, saying the things we need to say, assuring each other that nothing is forever- even the leaving part.
One last reassuring thought came to mind...maybe the rubber bands don't snap, but instead stretch as they are made to do. We're constantly pulling it, but thankfully someone else on that rubber band with us is pulling too. We may stretch away for a time, those we love may stretch away for a time, but we are all pulled back in as well. So, until the rubber band stretches again, I’m going to tell those I love how much I love them, and then hang on tight for as long as I can.
This Week’s Announcements:
The Giving Tree- Don’t forget to pull an ornament (or two) from the giving tree in the church lobby. This tree will list needed items for Park Street Elementary, MUST Ministries, and Cobb Pregnancy Center. All items should be dropped off at the church by December 22nd. No need to wrap anything- just place the ornament you pulled from the tree back on the item.
Christmas Eve Services- We will have two services this year. The first one, at 4pm, will be family friendly, multi-sensory, and interactive. Worship at this service will be led by our Youth Ministry Worship team and they are amazing! So…for a fun, BUT MEANINGFUL Christmas Eve experience, join us at 4pm. If the more traditional is your style, come to the second service at 6pm.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
On the Sunday prior to thanksgiving, we spent a lot of time talking about what we’re thankful for, and how to have an attitude of gratitude. In doing so, we played a game with the alphabet. Contestants had to yell out something they were thankful for that began with the randomly drawn letter of the alphabet. They had to be quicker to yell out an answer than their opponent. In a rush to be first, one girl- when seeing the letter “O”- yelled out, “Oprah!”
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Hey, mom…watch this!” These are words that as parents we’ve all heard. Our kids love to know we’re watching. They want to know that we’re paying attention.
At the varying stages in a child’s life, our paying attention looks very different. When they are infants, we’re paying attention to all the nonverbal cues our children give us like crying, laughing, and making faces. As they get a little older, the “watch this” or “watch me” phase starts. This phase lasts awhile, and then we hit a wall.
Suddenly our kids aren’t yelling across the playground anymore for us to watch them. We discover that it’s not us they want watching, it’s their friends. We find ourselves reverting back to picking up on some of those nonverbal cues. (Sadly, crying is many times involved again)
This is not to say that our kids never talk to us. Prayerfully just the opposite is true. It does mean that we have to pay attention even when they aren’t asking us to do it. They aren’t yelling “watch me” but they still need us- and I think want us- to pay attention. Even the child who is taller than you needs a hug, an encouraging word, anything that says, “I’m watching.”
This week a friend of mine sent me one of those circulating stories called “The Brick.” In the story, a young boy threw a brick into the road, hitting a man’s brand new car. The furious man got out of his car and asked the crying child why in the world he had done such a stupid thing. The boy told him it was the only way to get someone to pay attention and stop. His older brother, confined to a wheelchair, had fallen. He, being smaller and not strong enough, couldn’t get his brother back into his wheelchair. The story ends with the man tearfully helping the boy and never fixing the dent in his car. He wanted to remember to pay attention long before someone had to throw a brick at him.
This story is a good reminder- not only as a parent, but as a daughter to the King. I want God to see me, to pay attention. The amazing thing is I never have to yell, “watch me” for Him to do it. But…is the reverse true? Am I always watching for God’s hand, am I paying attention to the many ways He blesses and provides for me, am I anticipating His move in, through, and around me? God certainly shouldn’t have to say “watch me” or “pay attention.”
As children we don’t have to throw bricks to have our Heavenly Father pay attention. As parents we don’t want our kids throwing bricks to get our attention. Yes…we all have lots of moving pieces and balls to juggle in our everyday lives. Sometimes the “watch me” seems like an inconvenience. But…consider this, God has much more to attend to, but He watches anyway.
Psalm 121: “I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you-the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”
This Week’s Announcements:
Family Dinner! Come enjoy a good old fashioned potluck dinner with your StoneBridge Family. Children in 4k-5th grade will be served pizza in 164 before going to childcare. There will also be childcare or 3k and under, but you will need to feed them dinner beforehand. *Please note: Registration for childcare closes on Monday, November 18th! Without a reservation, childcare is not guaranteed and may not be available for your children.* Go to www.signupgenius.com and search under Kim Kremer’s email kim@stonebridgemarietta.org to sign up for a main dish, side dish, or dessert, as well as childcare.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
The children are signing our “thankful” board each Sunday morning. Upon reading some of the entries, it became evident that conjunctions and punctuation do make a difference. One entry read, “I’m thankful for my brother the dog.”
At the varying stages in a child’s life, our paying attention looks very different. When they are infants, we’re paying attention to all the nonverbal cues our children give us like crying, laughing, and making faces. As they get a little older, the “watch this” or “watch me” phase starts. This phase lasts awhile, and then we hit a wall.
Suddenly our kids aren’t yelling across the playground anymore for us to watch them. We discover that it’s not us they want watching, it’s their friends. We find ourselves reverting back to picking up on some of those nonverbal cues. (Sadly, crying is many times involved again)
This is not to say that our kids never talk to us. Prayerfully just the opposite is true. It does mean that we have to pay attention even when they aren’t asking us to do it. They aren’t yelling “watch me” but they still need us- and I think want us- to pay attention. Even the child who is taller than you needs a hug, an encouraging word, anything that says, “I’m watching.”
This week a friend of mine sent me one of those circulating stories called “The Brick.” In the story, a young boy threw a brick into the road, hitting a man’s brand new car. The furious man got out of his car and asked the crying child why in the world he had done such a stupid thing. The boy told him it was the only way to get someone to pay attention and stop. His older brother, confined to a wheelchair, had fallen. He, being smaller and not strong enough, couldn’t get his brother back into his wheelchair. The story ends with the man tearfully helping the boy and never fixing the dent in his car. He wanted to remember to pay attention long before someone had to throw a brick at him.
This story is a good reminder- not only as a parent, but as a daughter to the King. I want God to see me, to pay attention. The amazing thing is I never have to yell, “watch me” for Him to do it. But…is the reverse true? Am I always watching for God’s hand, am I paying attention to the many ways He blesses and provides for me, am I anticipating His move in, through, and around me? God certainly shouldn’t have to say “watch me” or “pay attention.”
As children we don’t have to throw bricks to have our Heavenly Father pay attention. As parents we don’t want our kids throwing bricks to get our attention. Yes…we all have lots of moving pieces and balls to juggle in our everyday lives. Sometimes the “watch me” seems like an inconvenience. But…consider this, God has much more to attend to, but He watches anyway.
Psalm 121: “I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip-- he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you-the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm-- he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”
This Week’s Announcements:
Family Dinner! Come enjoy a good old fashioned potluck dinner with your StoneBridge Family. Children in 4k-5th grade will be served pizza in 164 before going to childcare. There will also be childcare or 3k and under, but you will need to feed them dinner beforehand. *Please note: Registration for childcare closes on Monday, November 18th! Without a reservation, childcare is not guaranteed and may not be available for your children.* Go to www.signupgenius.com and search under Kim Kremer’s email kim@stonebridgemarietta.org to sign up for a main dish, side dish, or dessert, as well as childcare.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
The children are signing our “thankful” board each Sunday morning. Upon reading some of the entries, it became evident that conjunctions and punctuation do make a difference. One entry read, “I’m thankful for my brother the dog.”
Friday, November 8, 2013
I love surprises, but hate to be surprised. In the last few weeks I’ve had both the terrifying experience of being surprised (startled), and the incredible experience of surprising someone else.
It all started when my 16 year old decided to surprise me. I came home from work one day and he was hidden in my closet. As I walked into my room, he stuck his head out and very simply said, “Hello Mother.” I went ballistic, jumping 3 feet off the ground, screaming, and dare I say it…wetting my pants. (Yes, it’s true). After sometime of complete panic, I calmed down enough to laugh hysterically with him about the whole scene. Fast forward a couple of weeks to Halloween. Deciding to get him back, I hid a 6foot tall Iron Man cardboard cutout in the shower. When my son opened the curtain to get ready for his shower, there stood the intruder, scaring him so badly that he yelled and ran out of the bathroom terrified but also laughing. His exact words were, “That’s not cool, mom!” Another session of gut wrenching laughter ensued.
Surprises can be remarkable, but they can also be the things that terrify us and make us want to run (or wet our pants, I guess).
The kinds of surprises we love to receive are the ones that bring us joy, make us feel loved; the kinds we love to give elicit the same for the receiver. Don’t we love to see our kids’ faces light up when we’ve given them just the right surprise- a trip to see Sesame Street when they are 3 (one of my favorite memories with my boys), the perfect gift they thought they’d never get, a fully prepared Thanksgiving meal delivered to college when they can’t come home (a new idea for my oldest).
But then there are those surprises that aren’t so great. Our child wakes with a dangerously high fever, the school calls to say that our child may have broken an arm on the playground, someone we love is diagnosed with a scary disease, or even the simplest thing like the toilet overflowing can all be surprises we don’t want.
What occurs to me is that life is full of surprises- especially when it comes to our kids. And what also occurs to me is that life would be really boring without them. Yes, we’d all love not to be surprised by the things that scare, frustrate, or make our hearts ache, but if we didn’t have those lows, would we ever really experience the highs?
Think about this…God can sometimes surprise us too. We have an awesome God who shows up even when we’ve forgotten to ask. We have a Father who knows our needs before we put it on the wish list. We have a God who is never surprised by our highs or lows because He is always prepared. Our problems don’t surprise Him, but He can certainly surprise us with how He walks us through them, how He holds our hand, how He works all things – even the really awful things- together for good.
I love surprises and I hate surprises. Even so, I’m glad I am loved by a God that will never cease to be surprising; a God that doesn’t hide in the closet, but instead makes sure He is present when I’m scared, lonely, or just need a friend. He is a God that doesn’t hide from me, but will hold and hide me in the palm of His hand. Maybe it’s not so much that He surprises me, but more that He never ceases to amaze me.
This Week’s Announcements:
Don’t miss our church-wide family Fall Festival and Chili Cook Off this Friday, November 8th. There will be hayrides for the kids (or the kids at heart), hotdogs, games, a bonfire (S’mores, I hope!) and lots of yummy chili to sample. Go to www.signupgenius.com and search under Kim Kremer’s email kim@stonebridgemarietta.org to sign up.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
When one boy saw his friend being a little ‘lazy’ about playing a game, he tried to correct and entice his friend to participate by saying, “Stop being a bump on a pickle!” (Maybe he knew more about pickles than logs-?)
It all started when my 16 year old decided to surprise me. I came home from work one day and he was hidden in my closet. As I walked into my room, he stuck his head out and very simply said, “Hello Mother.” I went ballistic, jumping 3 feet off the ground, screaming, and dare I say it…wetting my pants. (Yes, it’s true). After sometime of complete panic, I calmed down enough to laugh hysterically with him about the whole scene. Fast forward a couple of weeks to Halloween. Deciding to get him back, I hid a 6foot tall Iron Man cardboard cutout in the shower. When my son opened the curtain to get ready for his shower, there stood the intruder, scaring him so badly that he yelled and ran out of the bathroom terrified but also laughing. His exact words were, “That’s not cool, mom!” Another session of gut wrenching laughter ensued.
Surprises can be remarkable, but they can also be the things that terrify us and make us want to run (or wet our pants, I guess).
The kinds of surprises we love to receive are the ones that bring us joy, make us feel loved; the kinds we love to give elicit the same for the receiver. Don’t we love to see our kids’ faces light up when we’ve given them just the right surprise- a trip to see Sesame Street when they are 3 (one of my favorite memories with my boys), the perfect gift they thought they’d never get, a fully prepared Thanksgiving meal delivered to college when they can’t come home (a new idea for my oldest).
But then there are those surprises that aren’t so great. Our child wakes with a dangerously high fever, the school calls to say that our child may have broken an arm on the playground, someone we love is diagnosed with a scary disease, or even the simplest thing like the toilet overflowing can all be surprises we don’t want.
What occurs to me is that life is full of surprises- especially when it comes to our kids. And what also occurs to me is that life would be really boring without them. Yes, we’d all love not to be surprised by the things that scare, frustrate, or make our hearts ache, but if we didn’t have those lows, would we ever really experience the highs?
Think about this…God can sometimes surprise us too. We have an awesome God who shows up even when we’ve forgotten to ask. We have a Father who knows our needs before we put it on the wish list. We have a God who is never surprised by our highs or lows because He is always prepared. Our problems don’t surprise Him, but He can certainly surprise us with how He walks us through them, how He holds our hand, how He works all things – even the really awful things- together for good.
I love surprises and I hate surprises. Even so, I’m glad I am loved by a God that will never cease to be surprising; a God that doesn’t hide in the closet, but instead makes sure He is present when I’m scared, lonely, or just need a friend. He is a God that doesn’t hide from me, but will hold and hide me in the palm of His hand. Maybe it’s not so much that He surprises me, but more that He never ceases to amaze me.
This Week’s Announcements:
Don’t miss our church-wide family Fall Festival and Chili Cook Off this Friday, November 8th. There will be hayrides for the kids (or the kids at heart), hotdogs, games, a bonfire (S’mores, I hope!) and lots of yummy chili to sample. Go to www.signupgenius.com and search under Kim Kremer’s email kim@stonebridgemarietta.org to sign up.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
When one boy saw his friend being a little ‘lazy’ about playing a game, he tried to correct and entice his friend to participate by saying, “Stop being a bump on a pickle!” (Maybe he knew more about pickles than logs-?)
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Whether you ‘celebrate’ Halloween or not, you can’t mistake that the excitement of dressing up and getting candy is in the air! (Not sure anyone really “celebrates” Halloween; maybe it’s just observing it…) Anyway, kids- and many adults- everywhere are looking forward to putting on a costume and collecting a bag full of treats. I’ve asked kid after kid in the last week about their costumes, where they will trick-or-treat, and about their favorite candy.
It’s been interesting to me how many kids are making their own costumes this year. This seems new...or is it everything old is new again? When I was a kid, we always made our own costumes. And by make, I mean we looked around the house and put something together with whatever we could find. I think my brother was a football or baseball player for twelve straight Halloweens. (Age 12 was the end of trick or treating at my house!)
One girl told me that her mom has a strict rule- she buys a costume one year, and the next you’re on your own. I can respect that. Not only is it cheaper- (when did a questionable if it’s really not flammable piece of material and a less than sturdy mask become $40?!)- but it also elicits a little creativity.
In a world where everything can be bought- including the once sacred Cinderella’s gown and slippers and Darth Vader’s cape, mask, and light saber- it’s nice to know our kids don’t have to get some things off a shelf to enjoy them. In a society where screens of every kind seem to reign supreme, it’s refreshing to think that kids are actually using their brains for more than Mind Craft.
I’m not completely knocking the store bought costume; I got one once – it was a genie costume, complete with a mask framed in blond hair. (Didn’t look quite right with my very curly dark hair sticking out, but I was only 7, so what did I care?) I’ve been guilty of being talked into the store bought ones by my own children- Elvis was in the building one year, along with Spiderman.
The point is, creativity is good. Thinking outside the box- or using an empty box- is even better. Besides, when you have to actually explain your costume, then you’ve earned that Reece’s cup!
I don’t ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but I do enjoy seeing kids have fun dressing up, pretending for one night to be their alter ego, or maybe just someone who is stronger, funnier, or even scarier than their real selves. Just pretending – even if it came off the shelf- is creative.
This Week’s Announcements:
If you have a child 3mos.-2years old that you wish to publically dedicate to the Lord here at StoneBridge, then you will need to attend one of our Baby Dedication Orientation classes. On November 10th at 6:30pm we will hold the orientation meant for anyone wishing to dedicate a child before our next class in May. To sign up, go to www.signupgenius.com and search under my email penny@stonebridgemarietta.org Don’t forget to list children’s names and ages in the comment section if you need childcare during the orientation.
Don’t miss our church-wide family Fall Festival and Chili Cook Off on Friday, November 8th. There will be hayrides for the kids (or the kids at heart), hotdogs, games, a bonfire (S’mores, I hope!) and lots of yummy chili to sample. Go to www.signupgenius.com and search under Kim Kremer’s email kim@stonebridgemarietta.org to sign up.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
*You will notice that there is no curriculum listed for 4k-5th grade. This is because we did our outreach/service project for MUST Ministries last Sunday.
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
I just love it when kids mix up words, saying the words or a phrase just right enough to know what they’re saying, but just wrong enough to be oh so cute. I’ve heard a few this week that were so cute I had to share. While playing, a 4 year old said, “Stick ‘em up…it’s the DBMI!” [FBI] A cute little girl leaned over my booth at Chick-fil-A and told me, “I gonna eat some icken guggets” [chicken nuggets]. And lastly, while playing hide-n-seek, but before being found, a two year hold stuck his head out from his hiding place, and said, “Look, I found me!”
It’s been interesting to me how many kids are making their own costumes this year. This seems new...or is it everything old is new again? When I was a kid, we always made our own costumes. And by make, I mean we looked around the house and put something together with whatever we could find. I think my brother was a football or baseball player for twelve straight Halloweens. (Age 12 was the end of trick or treating at my house!)
One girl told me that her mom has a strict rule- she buys a costume one year, and the next you’re on your own. I can respect that. Not only is it cheaper- (when did a questionable if it’s really not flammable piece of material and a less than sturdy mask become $40?!)- but it also elicits a little creativity.
In a world where everything can be bought- including the once sacred Cinderella’s gown and slippers and Darth Vader’s cape, mask, and light saber- it’s nice to know our kids don’t have to get some things off a shelf to enjoy them. In a society where screens of every kind seem to reign supreme, it’s refreshing to think that kids are actually using their brains for more than Mind Craft.
I’m not completely knocking the store bought costume; I got one once – it was a genie costume, complete with a mask framed in blond hair. (Didn’t look quite right with my very curly dark hair sticking out, but I was only 7, so what did I care?) I’ve been guilty of being talked into the store bought ones by my own children- Elvis was in the building one year, along with Spiderman.
The point is, creativity is good. Thinking outside the box- or using an empty box- is even better. Besides, when you have to actually explain your costume, then you’ve earned that Reece’s cup!
I don’t ‘celebrate’ Halloween, but I do enjoy seeing kids have fun dressing up, pretending for one night to be their alter ego, or maybe just someone who is stronger, funnier, or even scarier than their real selves. Just pretending – even if it came off the shelf- is creative.
This Week’s Announcements:
If you have a child 3mos.-2years old that you wish to publically dedicate to the Lord here at StoneBridge, then you will need to attend one of our Baby Dedication Orientation classes. On November 10th at 6:30pm we will hold the orientation meant for anyone wishing to dedicate a child before our next class in May. To sign up, go to www.signupgenius.com and search under my email penny@stonebridgemarietta.org Don’t forget to list children’s names and ages in the comment section if you need childcare during the orientation.
Don’t miss our church-wide family Fall Festival and Chili Cook Off on Friday, November 8th. There will be hayrides for the kids (or the kids at heart), hotdogs, games, a bonfire (S’mores, I hope!) and lots of yummy chili to sample. Go to www.signupgenius.com and search under Kim Kremer’s email kim@stonebridgemarietta.org to sign up.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
*You will notice that there is no curriculum listed for 4k-5th grade. This is because we did our outreach/service project for MUST Ministries last Sunday.
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
I just love it when kids mix up words, saying the words or a phrase just right enough to know what they’re saying, but just wrong enough to be oh so cute. I’ve heard a few this week that were so cute I had to share. While playing, a 4 year old said, “Stick ‘em up…it’s the DBMI!” [FBI] A cute little girl leaned over my booth at Chick-fil-A and told me, “I gonna eat some icken guggets” [chicken nuggets]. And lastly, while playing hide-n-seek, but before being found, a two year hold stuck his head out from his hiding place, and said, “Look, I found me!”
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Twice in the last week I’ve been asked, “What made you decide to go into children’s ministry?” The follow up question on one occasion was, “What prepared you to do what you do?” The setting for each of these inquiries was very different. One happened on a short weekend getaway in a conversation with a stranger, and the other as I was being interviewed for a college student’s project. Different settings…same question…same answer.
These conversations were about my job…my vocation. Today, remembering those two conversations, another thought crossed my mind. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me about my most important job…not a career, but a job…motherhood. No one has ever asked, “What make you decide to go into motherhood?” Nor has anyone ever asked, “What prepared you to do what you do?” as it relates to being a parent.
Maybe the question is not asked because it seems to be a silly one. Maybe no one asks because they figure the answer is too personal. Maybe no one asks because they too are a parent and couldn’t answer the question for themselves.
So for sake of an argument I’m having with myself right now, I’ll ask and answer. What made me decide to become a mom? That one is simple- I don’t think I ever decided NOT to become a mom. I think the first time I held a baby doll I was hooked. The bigger question - what prepared me for it? Nothing, nothing, and more of nothing.
The word ‘nothing’ doesn’t even capture how much nothingness there was in preparing me for motherhood. I had GREAT examples in parenting as my mom, dad, and grandparents were all phenomenal at their jobs. But watching someone else do it isn’t enough. There is no prep for the highs and lows of parenting. There is no study guide for the overwhelming joy that can be followed by deep heartache and/or worry. There is no cheat sheet, word bank, or Cliff notes for the lessons we’ll teach or the lessons we’ll learn as we parent.
It’s a job with a clear beginning, but no real end. It’s a job we take on every day, all day long, and yet we’re never experts. It’s a job we do when we feel like it and when we don’t. It’s a circus kind of job where balancing, juggling, walking a tight rope, taming lions, and being the ring leader all at the same time is not only necessary, it’s crucial.
My answer about my career choice was short – God called me to it. How I prepared was described at length, but two things were at the center- lots of practice and God’s provision. Now that I rethink things…it’s funny how the answer turns out to be the same for parenting. God called me to it, and even though I’m never fully prepared (aren’t we surprised every day?)- I practice a lot and God keeps on providing.
This Week’s Announcements:
If you have a child 3mos.-2years old that you wish to publically dedicate to the Lord here at StoneBridge, then you will need to attend one of our Baby Dedication Orientation classes. On November 10th at 6:30pm we will hold the orientation meant for anyone wishing to dedicate a child before our next class in May. To sign up, go to www.signupgenius.com and search under my email penny@stonebridgemarietta.org Don’t forget to list children’s names and ages in the comment section if you need childcare during the orientation.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
A little guy came into my office and asked me for a piece of bubble gum. When I gave it to him, he promptly put it in his mouth. After starting on his gum, he asked if he could also have one for his mommy, daddy, brother, and sister. I obliged (how could I not?). When I told him he should put the gum for his family in his pocket for later, he put three of the four in his pocket, but then started to unwrap one. I reminded him that he already had one in his mouth, and that the rest were for his family. He said, “Oh, it’s okay…this one is my brother’s. He can’t have gum so I’ll just chew it for him.”
These conversations were about my job…my vocation. Today, remembering those two conversations, another thought crossed my mind. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me about my most important job…not a career, but a job…motherhood. No one has ever asked, “What make you decide to go into motherhood?” Nor has anyone ever asked, “What prepared you to do what you do?” as it relates to being a parent.
Maybe the question is not asked because it seems to be a silly one. Maybe no one asks because they figure the answer is too personal. Maybe no one asks because they too are a parent and couldn’t answer the question for themselves.
So for sake of an argument I’m having with myself right now, I’ll ask and answer. What made me decide to become a mom? That one is simple- I don’t think I ever decided NOT to become a mom. I think the first time I held a baby doll I was hooked. The bigger question - what prepared me for it? Nothing, nothing, and more of nothing.
The word ‘nothing’ doesn’t even capture how much nothingness there was in preparing me for motherhood. I had GREAT examples in parenting as my mom, dad, and grandparents were all phenomenal at their jobs. But watching someone else do it isn’t enough. There is no prep for the highs and lows of parenting. There is no study guide for the overwhelming joy that can be followed by deep heartache and/or worry. There is no cheat sheet, word bank, or Cliff notes for the lessons we’ll teach or the lessons we’ll learn as we parent.
It’s a job with a clear beginning, but no real end. It’s a job we take on every day, all day long, and yet we’re never experts. It’s a job we do when we feel like it and when we don’t. It’s a circus kind of job where balancing, juggling, walking a tight rope, taming lions, and being the ring leader all at the same time is not only necessary, it’s crucial.
My answer about my career choice was short – God called me to it. How I prepared was described at length, but two things were at the center- lots of practice and God’s provision. Now that I rethink things…it’s funny how the answer turns out to be the same for parenting. God called me to it, and even though I’m never fully prepared (aren’t we surprised every day?)- I practice a lot and God keeps on providing.
This Week’s Announcements:
If you have a child 3mos.-2years old that you wish to publically dedicate to the Lord here at StoneBridge, then you will need to attend one of our Baby Dedication Orientation classes. On November 10th at 6:30pm we will hold the orientation meant for anyone wishing to dedicate a child before our next class in May. To sign up, go to www.signupgenius.com and search under my email penny@stonebridgemarietta.org Don’t forget to list children’s names and ages in the comment section if you need childcare during the orientation.
What God is Teaching Us:
Follow the link below to see this past Sunday’s curriculum:
This link is no longer available
Funny Things Kids Do and Say…
A little guy came into my office and asked me for a piece of bubble gum. When I gave it to him, he promptly put it in his mouth. After starting on his gum, he asked if he could also have one for his mommy, daddy, brother, and sister. I obliged (how could I not?). When I told him he should put the gum for his family in his pocket for later, he put three of the four in his pocket, but then started to unwrap one. I reminded him that he already had one in his mouth, and that the rest were for his family. He said, “Oh, it’s okay…this one is my brother’s. He can’t have gum so I’ll just chew it for him.”
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