Stop and Reflect

Life in general can give us many moments or events causing us to stop and reflect. Often times without those events happening in the direct path of our personal journey.


School shootings, the passing on to heaven of an iconic pastor/evangelist, a baby being born, a mission trip, someone’s diagnoses of cancer, someone else’s passing after a long and valiant battle with cancer, a troubling yet encouraging message from a social media friend, or sometimes just looking in the mirror.

All of these have crossed my path in the past month or so, some just today, not each one a personal event or moment. However, each taking its own grip of my thoughts and feelings, causing me to take time to reflect.

Reflect on where I am headed, what I am doing, who I am encouraging (or discouraging), how I am making an impact on what God has called me to be and do. For me, as a Follower and Believer in Jesus Christ, that last one is to be my primary focus.

I had the privilege recently to travel with an American team of Foursquare pastors to gather with and build relationships with church leaders in Niger Africa. This being my first experience of mission work, I knew that it would change my perspective on life and ministry


The other events listed above have transpired before or after my trip. It has been a very interesting journey these past six weeks. Many people before the trip asked me if I was excited, nervous, or scared. My answer was that I was more ‘feeling in anticipation of what God was going to do, both in me and in Niger’.

I was also in anticipation of meeting my seventh grandchild after my return to the “real world”IMG_2509

She was born on February 7, content and healthy, although the smallest baby born into our family of all the grand kids so far at just 6lb 15oz – I know normal size for most babies but not for our family!

The trip to Niger definitely had an impact on me. How significant? Not sure since I am still processing it all, and it depends on whom you ask. One friend said I seem more internalized or reserved while another said I seem more peaceful and settled and that God has given me a new radiance of His power.

No matter what causes us to stop and reflect, the outcome should be for us to change our perspective in order to view what really matters in the long run, and what brings the most benefit to others. Those two things will really make a lasting difference in our world.

Thanks for stopping by…

Until ALL have heard! #wearefoursquare


Depression? Really? One Shepherd’s journey…{part five}

It’s been twenty five years since making that move. I don’t regret it, although I do have some regrets on the time I wasted being a first class douche!

You see, that beautiful woman I moved in with, the one who “we were just going to do it until it wasn’t fun any more“…well, I moved in on a Wednesday, and by late Saturday night, after her ex-father-in-laws wedding, and a stop at our favorite bar, we headed out to Reno to get married.

Yeah, and as I always say…”It was fun for three days, then we got married!” (sarcasm is just one of my many gifts!)

The proposal was not the most romantic by the way. After the wedding, which her son, (now our son) was in, we had closed down the bar; a usual thing when we had her sister as a built in baby sitter.  Well…we get back to the house and she is sloshed, way beyond anything I expected. I told her she needed to sober up a bit before getting in bed. I suggested, rather strongly, that she take a cold shower.  She was a bit belligerent, so I helped her in the shower and turned on the cold water. I’ve never given a cat a shower before…but I’m guessing you get the same reaction!

Well the hissin’ and pissin’ match was on…I’m thinking “What the hell? This is not what I signed on for!” I told her that I couldn’t just sit back and watch someone I loved and cared for do this to herself…words were thrown back and forth…she’s still in the shower partially clothed…something came up about if I couldn’t hang with it then maybe I shouldn’t have moved in…something more was said about I care too much for her to see her like this…then I believe something was said that if we were going to make this work, we’d better get married…after which she puked on my foot…I still remember seeing that piece of baby carrot between my big and second toe!

She sobered up pretty quick after that. We woke her sister up, told her our plans, packed a couple things and hit the road. It was like 3 or 4 in the morning by this point. We talked about what we were doing on the road…you know, the back and forth of  ‘do we, don’t we?’ About 5 or so I saw a Denny’s and pulled off for breakfast. We had a real cool waiter named Ramzi that thought our story was real cool. He gave us five bucks to play on a roulette  table, wished us luck and we drove off.

I’m driving, she’s napping, and I’m thinking my life is looking pretty sweet…

But there was still that nagging feeling lurking around. That cloud that seemed to follow me. Even though I was in a new area, it didn’t take long to find my drugs of choice, on top of the drinking, to keep myself comfortably numb…

I’ll get into how that shaped the first six years of our married life next time…but if you want a sneak peek…go over to my Honey’s blog for her telling of the story…

Thanks for tuning in…stay tuned!

Well–Good day!