Here’s a post from over 2 years ago. Ironic that we just finished painting the youth room in Denton. Anyway, here’s what was going on in my life 2 years ago.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
New Beginnings
Current mood: tired
I write this in the kitchen of the house we have just moved into. We are renting(for now) and praying that the Lord provides the money to buy. I don’t know whose wireless internet connection I’m using, but thanks. I’ll get my own this weekend. Before I get into serious matters, only a woman would choose to move into a house without tv capabilities the day before NFL Kickoff. Maybe I can bootleg some cable too. Today has been a day of what could’ve beens. I don’t like those days. I am being made to feel, unintentionally I hope, by some people that I may have been the biggest roadblock to numerical growth at my former job. 99% of the people I talk to are concerned with what’s going on with us right now. The other 1% seems to call to tell how great things are now that we’re gone. I want things to be great. I want God to do amazing things. I don’t even think these people know that the way they are conveying information to me makes me feel like a big ole pile of poop. But, it does. Never in my entire ministry have I needed my creativity more than I do now. It just ain’t there. I have a 450 square foot youth center that I can do anything I want with. The only problem is that funding is limited. Already we have a stinking huge TV and someone donated an 8 channel mixer. We’ve got a ping pong table, pool table, and foosball table that we don’t really have room for(well, it’s them or room for people). So, here’s my dilemma. How do I make a cool room with enough space for people to sit while maximizing my resources? My brain doesn’t even work to pick out colors. I am so desperate that I am blogging about it after hours of prayer. Actually, I think this blog is a prayer. A reminder to God that I’m where He placed me. A reminder that it’s His kingdom to build. All I have to offer is a 460 square foot two car garage and a bunch of people who are willing to paint and work. What’s weird is I’m trying to get people to see that this is only a temporary solution. I want them to dream about a new Family Life Center. I want them to realize that this isn’t our destination, but a pit stop. So, there you have it. Would it be nice to have the money to go out and buy a bunch of stuff? Absolutely, and I would do it in a heartbeat. But that’s not where we’re at in our journey. No, God is stretching us. Some days it feels like we’re going to snap, but I know that one morning i am going to wake up and the light bulb is going to come on again in the creative side of my brain. Then, it’s on. Gates of hell shall not prevail kind of stuff. Can’t put a price on that.