Serve, Act, Lead, Love

This year I started a Drama and Serve Team within our church’s AWANA program. I had been wanting to find a way to transition kids from T&T (3rd – 5th grades) to becoming useful members of the church body. So often it seems that we expect very little from our children in Junior High and High School — I wanted to encourage the kids to be leaders, rather than spectators.

Each week, I taught the kids about servant leadership and encouraged them to actively encourage others in the church through acts of service and thankfulness. One night we simply wrote thank-you notes to people in the church who had served us. Another evening we made box lunches for all those who work in the AWANA program (about 36). We detailed people’s cars, made treats for the choir, created gift baskets for the pastors, and even cleaned and organized the church resource room.

When we weren’t working on service projects, we practiced and performed skits for the Sparks and T&T Council Time programs. I taught the kids about props, stage directions, acting, lighting and sound, and even script writing.

We had a great year. I really came to love my dozen Champions — I am excited to see how God will continue to use and grow them as they serve and love Him more and more.

Blend Commandos at work.

Blend Commandos at work.

As our finale, we served smoothies to all the kids (and their families) who came to the AWANA Award Ceremony. It was truly inspiring to see the kids working as a team — some measuring out the ingredients for the blends, others dispensing the smoothies, still others adding whipped cream and straws. We made a mess, had a lot of fun, and satisfied the whole crowd.

I can hardly wait until next year!

Project 365, Day 140
Tim

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I’m Home by Rachel

Thank you for writing today’s blog, Rachel!!

Hello. I haven’t been a guest blogger since I was 11, so please don’t expect greatness. (I think my last blog was about cats, so it was probably better than this will be.)

Last August I traveled to the rarely spoken of, far off land in the south called Tennessee. What an adventure it was. Since I had ventured overseas more than once, I did not expect large differences in culture. I was quite unprepared for the south, with its sweet tea, hot temperatures, flat terrain, and popular Christian influence. Not to mention all of its environmental differences.

In the first few weeks of my college journey, I was so desperate to see water that I often found myself drawn to the fountain in the middle of campus. I would perch on the side, close my eyes, and pretend to hear the waves crashing against the gravely shores of Washington. I was also inconveniently battered by the wind and often thought: where are the mountains to protect me from these gusts?

Horror of all horrors, because of the intense rains of the Tennessean summer, I had to beg the use of an umbrella. I know, I know, it was mortifying. I lived in fear that someone from Seattle would see me with this forbidden contraption. Although I soon realized that it was socially acceptable to use an umbrella, how convenient!

Socially, my manners were also somehow off. My friends giggled at my “strange” behavior (straws in my drinks, eagerness to discuss feelings, coffee anytime all the time, loudness, blunt honesty, etc,) and patted my shoulder sweetly as they explained to others, “She’s a northerner.” I laughed with them, but I must admit I stubbornly refused to change.

Love this view!

Love this view!

Flying home this past weekend, (first class, I’m not kidding, – thanks dad) the plane dipped beneath the clouds, and suddenly I was confronted with water. Wonderfully, beautifully clear, blue water. Next my eyes rested on the deep green of the tall trees and the snow dusted mountains. I nearly cried with the beauty of it. (I also may or may not have been running on a semester of very little sleep, but no matter.)

Today is my fourth day back. This evening, driving past Sunnyside park, I was struck breathless by the beauty of the ocean. As the car journeyed along the quiet road, the pinks of the sky danced with the silhouetted evergreen trees on the hills, and I truly felt home. The hills rolled like the waves of my beloved ocean as the sun set in brilliant colors. Although I will miss Tennessee, (well mostly Union and my friends, sorry south) I am beyond thrilled to be back in my darling Washington.

Glad to be home in Washington!

Glad to be home in Washington!

P.S. I don’t think I can ever live in a place where I cannot see the ocean.

Project 365 – Day 139
Rachel

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A Simple Day

It’s wonderful to have Rachel home! We are eagerly anticipating Joshua’s return on Saturday! It’s also our 23rd anniversary. Busy times. Full hearts.

The sun was shining, and Rachel and I took advantage of the beautiful day to be together. David and Sarah had their online classes, so Rachel and I snuck away for coffee with a friend and then hours of shopping.

So many memories of hours of girl time with my mom growing up. As the only girl with three brothers, I was very close to my mom. She was (and still is) a wonderful companion, godly influence, and heart-friend. Rachel is blessed to have a younger sister, but the two of us LOVE to spend time shopping, laughing, relaxing, and just being together. It is an honor and joy to have daughters who want to spend time with me and whose company I genuinely enjoy.

We bought some cute work clothes for Rachel, loaded the car up with lot and lots of fresh produce (trying to eat HEALTHY here as a family), and made it home just in time to have Daniel help with all the groceries. Smart!

Rachel was wiped out in the afternoon and enjoyed a power -I’m done with school – nap. We finished our homeschooling. Daniel went to work at Chick-Fil-A, and then I took the younger kids to the park for a game of frisbee. Somehow in all our sweet time together, the only picture I took was this (not close) shot of the kids playing Ultimate.

Frisbee Time

Frisbee Time

We live in such a beautiful state! The beauty of God’s creation around me is a constant source of joy. Our small group held its meeting outside, on the dock at the lake.

I never get tired of looking at the water.

I never get tired of looking at the water.

In the middle of our time together, two large eagles soared above the water and perched in a tree right next to us. Later, one of them flew dramatically low and near to our group. Incredible! I wish I had captured it on video.

I zoomed in - look closely to see both eagles.

I zoomed in – look closely to see both eagles.

I hate posting the blog late, but I didn’t have the energy to write last night. This is Monday’s Blog, and the pictures were all taken Monday. Keeping up with the Project 365!!

Project 365- Day 138
Kathy

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Memorial Reflections

Funerals and memorial services always make me thoughtful and introspective.

Today I attended a service honoring a good and godly man who died about a week ago. I didn’t know him very well, but we went to the memorial service to honor his family and to give God glory for his life. It was very inspiring to hear and see how many lives he touched, and what God had done through him.

A pastor I know often says: “I hate performing weddings. Nobody listens to your homily, and it doesn’t seem to make any difference. Funerals, now, there’s where you have a chance to get people’s attention.”

I was very reflective on the drive home. The man who died was about 12 years older than me, and I thought about how easily it could have been me, especially considering my bout with kidney cancer about 18 months ago. I think it is very good for a man to be reminded of his mortality.

Our church was founded in the early 1920s, but one portion of it was added-on in 1965. Apparently someone thought that was worth remembering, because they stamped the date in concrete. You can find it at the foot of the stairs, at one of the corners of the building. Since then, thousands of souls have worshiped in that building and have benefited from the use of it, in body, heart, mind and soul.

A good year

A good year for a church building.

Coincidentally, I was born in 1965, and I wonder what difference I have made to the world or to God’s kingdom in those years? Have I been a useful building in the Church, or am I more like a shed that stores obsolete lawn equipment and forgotten tools? There are a handful of souls that I helped to cross from death into life, but I admit I am greedy for more. How can I be more faithful to God? How can I get out of the way for His faithfulness to shine through my life?

One theme that I noticed in the memorial service is that the man who died was one who deeply sought to know God. Interestingly enough, that was a major part of our discussion in Sunday School today — do I seek God for His blessings, or do I seek a deeper knowledge of Him, and how to please Him? It can get tangled, because as we seek God and know more of Him, we start to act in ways that are more pleasing to Him, and then He blesses us (since many of His blessings are conditional). But which is first in my heart, the love for God’s blessings, or my love for Him?

Being reminded of death makes me thoughtful, but not necessarily any wiser.

Project 365, Day 137
Tim

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Rachel’s Return, Learning to Drive & a Homeschool Dance

Rachel is home!!! We’ve been anticipating her return for weeks. Our texts have mostly consisted of, “See you soon!” and “Only one more paper/final before you come home!” And a few, “Don’t Panic, the semester is almost over!” Or even, “Yikes, almost a sophomore!!”

We spent most of Friday getting things ready for Rachel’s return – moving David out of Rachel’s room, cleaning out dressers, going through old clothes, taking apart the bunk bed, and cleaning the house. At some point during the day, Tim got a cell phone update on Rachel’s flight, saying the flight wasn’t due until 10 pm. We had expected her at 9 pm, so this was quite a delay. Still, we didn’t think much of it as it seems airlines are free to change itineraries without permission these days. We had a lovely dinner with our nephew Timothy, his wife Sunny, and baby John. Around 8:30 pm I decided to input Rachel’s flight in my phone flight tracker. At that point the info said her flight was coming in 8 minutes early and would be there at 8:37.

WHAT??!! I hurried to check it again, tried to find the notification that said she wasn’t due until 10 pm, and had a moment of panic. Just as we were rushing to grab shoes, say a hasty goodbye to Tim and Sunny, I got a text from Rachel saying she had landed.

UH OH! We’re a good 45 minutes (when there’s NO TRAFFIC) from the airport. Time to hustle!! David and Sarah jumped into the car with me while Tim stayed home to finish putting together the bed we had bought that afternoon to put in Rachel room. Poor Rachel had to wait for us – no glory for the returning college student!

Now, I should say, to our credit Tim managed to secure Rachel a first class seat on her flight from Dallas to Seattle. Hee hee! Surprise!! Yay for frequent flier miles!! So, although she FELT like we had forgotten her, we were just given wrong info. LOL. And, her dad spoiled her with a surprise First Class seat for the long flight home. A warm cloth to wash hands, a lovely meal, ice cream served in a glass bowl, and room to stretch out. Luxuries these days!

Many hugs and kisses and excited greetings!!

Saturday was our first full day together. Rachel’s friend Jenny came over for a visit. Daniel took the girls driving – time for Rachel to start learning how to drive a stick shift.

Love these three!

Love these three!

Daniel takes Rachel off for a drive.

Daniel takes Rachel off for a drive.

Look closely at that window!

Look closely at that window!

Later that evening the three younger kids went off to the Homeschool dance. Rachel stayed home and worked with Tim. They planted tomato plants and some lettuce for me, and even surprised me with three window boxes full of flowers. They had a lovely time while the rest of us kicked up our heels and did a little swing dancing.

So beautiful!

Looking sharp!

Beautiful Sarah!!

Beautiful Sarah!!

Okay, the kids danced, I worked behind the scenes in the kitchen and helped with the cleaning.

David is a good dancer.

David is a good dancer.

By the end of the evening, Daniel was done swing dancing and decided to pull out a board game. Gotta love a resourceful kid who knows how to make the most of a good party.

Teaching Alex how to play DC Comics.

Teaching Alex how to play DC Comics.

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I think they ended up with a full table of people playing DC Comics, including the wonderful caterer, Duncan Cross. None of them seemed to mind that they had to use a phone as a light for the table while the room was dim for the dance crowd.

It was a great party!
So glad to have Rachel home!

Here’s to the beginning of a great summer!
Project 365 – Day 136
Kathy

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