Monthly Archives: November 2010

bringing AL to the MO

This is a big week for us.  Lot’s of Alabama visitors.  Jim and Cheryl kicked it off this weekend.

But, they didn’t just come, they sang.  Jim used mic #1, please don’t tell Patrick.  Worship was sweet for so many reasons Sunday morning.  God is so good!

We made up the t-shirt gang on Sunday afternoon.  And Brotey discovered the Hungry Shark for iPhone.

We all piled in one vehicle to show them the sights!  Maybe we need more room.

We wanted to send Cheryl home with something, so…

…we gave her some stitches.  You’ll have to ask her about that.

Cheryl experimented taking pics with her own camera.  She’s pretty good at it.

What a great time with our Alabama family!  Ellie started calling Jim, “Papa.”  We love you guys!  Come visit us anytime!

And next, the Louderbacks come for Thanksgiving.  Oh, you’ll see pictures.  There’s no telling what you’ll see.




11.21.10 @ Lynwood

I am super pumped about the next two Sundays at Lynwood.  This week we wrap up the series “Yes: Obedience.”  Jim and Cheryl are coming up from Alabama and singing in the service.  What a weekend.  Here’s the music set:

Let the Praises Ring


How Great is Our God

Revelation Song (Sonya and Jim singing lead)

Then Jim and Cheryl will sing “Remember Me” at the end.  Can’t wait to visit and worship with good friends.

And next week, the Louderbacks return!


11.14.10 @ Lynwood

What in the world are we singing Sunday?  Glad you asked.


Only a God Like You

Hosanna (Praise is Rising)

Come Thou Fount, Come Thou King

All I Can Do (choir)

We are still looking at what biblical obedience is.  I have been so challenged.



Sing Sing Sing

My Savior, My God


Can’t wait to worship with you.


though there’s pain in the offering…//part 1

I started this post over a month a go, then never finished it.  Sometimes I wonder if my blogging days are over.  I used to love it.  Sometimes I still do.  I’ve seen a direct correlation between my stress level and my blogability.  When I’m stressed, I don’t feel like blogging.  When I’m relaxed, it flows like water out of a fountain.  I can also see that same equation with stress in other areas of my life.

Of course, the title to this post is my favorite line from the second verse of Matt Redman’s “Blessed Be Your Name”…

Blessed be Your name when the sun’s shining down on me, when the world’s all as it should be, blessed be Your name.

Blessed be Your name when on the road marked with suffering, though there’s pain in the offering, blessed be Your name.

Suffering and worship.  They go hand in hand.  I could write a mega post on this subject, but you can do the research.  Just read Job.  You see it right there in chapter 1.  God allowed Satan to take everything: his live stock, his servants, and even his own children.  After hearing such news, did Job fall to the ground, ball up in the fetal position, and cry all night?  I might have.  I’m not sure how I would handle that kind of news.

I hope I’d do better than that, but I’m not sure.  This year has been a tough one.  Following God’s will isn’t always as easy as it sounds.  There are many trials, though minor in comparison to Job’s, huge to you when you are in the middle of them: children adjusting and missing friends, us adjusting and missing friends, selling a house in a horrible economy, starting over.  Then there are doctor’s bills as our health has been attacked with increasing intensity lately.  Oh, I better stop or I’ll whine all day.  Yes, I’ll have some cheese with it.  Thanks.

So, I started this post after we sang that song one Sunday.  I was leading it when I sensed God asking me if it was true of me.  We’d had a hard morning with one of our children.  He clung to one of us as we tried to drop him off at his Life Group.  We knew he would do the same the next morning at school.  In the midst of all that was raging in my mind, God asked me, would I bless His name that morning?  Would I worship Him in the midst of trial?  Would I worship in because of the trial, not in spite of it, because I know He is using it for our good?

All of a sudden, I was free to worship.  I could see Job in my mind.  We were worshiping our Sovereign together.  Oh yeah, how did Job handle the news?

Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped.  And he said, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I shall return.  The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.’

Job 1:20-21

He worshipped.  Will you?


earthquakes? oh yeah, we’ve gott’em//welcome to Missouri

Sunday night about 7:11 p.m. Central time we had this:

A 2.8 on the Richter scale.  And guess what?  I didn’t even notice it.  I heard there was noise.  People reported houses shaking.  It was centered just 15 miles from Cape.  But I missed it.  My first earthquake was a bust.

Well I guess that’s better than noticing it because my roof fell in.  I guess I should have questioned more when they made me take out earthquake insurance.

I wonder if we missed it because of all the suspense, waiting on the edge of our seats asking, “Will Miley reveal herself?”  We got our answer but missed the quake.  Oh well.

Shaken but not stirred,


welcome to Missouri//just because there’s a hill behind our church

Yep.  It’s a hill.  There’s a bench at the top of it.  I’ve wondered if there is a trail or something up there.  Today, curiosity got the best of me.  Besides, it was a beautiful day.  You can’t be expected to stay in your office all day when it looks like that outside.  So, I drug Jeff in on the fun.  But…

Then I saw this sign:

Other than that, it was just a normal day at the office.


11.07.10 @ Lynwood

What an incredible week we’ve had.  Lynwood does a Judgment House the week after Halloween.  Hundreds of people have gone through and heard a very clear presentation of the gospel.  Many have been saved.  I can’t wait to celebrate with Lynwood on Sunday.  Here’s the set list:

I Am Free

For All You’ve Done

Mighty to Save

I Will Rise

Dr. Gary Smalley will be with us.  It’s going to be a great day.