Gigi's Blog

Christmas has come, but hopefully isn't gone.  I mean as so many are putting up decorations as quickly as possible so they can "get on with life", and "get back to normal", I hope that the reality of what Jesus did become their normal.    I had a really good Christmas, and it was primarily because of family and friends and time with them.  As per my usual sharing, I'll tell you the highlights:

1. Chloe and I cooked together a bit on Christmas Eve

2. We watched A Christmas Story 500+ times

3. Got to sleep late on Christmas Eve

4. Mark and I had a wonderful day together Saturday

5. Eating*Eating*Eating*Eating*Eating*Eating*Eating

6. The family talking about the Christmas story, and our goals for our lives, and our favorite memories of the month of Dec.  

7. E-solar (tell you about that in a minute)

8. Meagan got a miniature breathing machine from her Nana, and we've laughed and laughed because we all love that present.  That's sort of a personal family story, that would take too much time to tell.

9. I got to go to the City Club Friday night with my work for a party.  It's neat to have an employer that insists on Christ presence being at his company, and talks about Him and gives Him all credit for any good thing in his life.  I don't take that for granted.

10. My gifts:

a. Cookware * b. New glasses * c. Coffee * d. PJs * e. A fondue set * f. perfume *g*keychain H*E-solar

OK, ok, I know you can't stand it anymore, and I can't stand it either ,E-solar!  Let me tell you about e-solar.  Meagan got me a manicure and pedicure for Christmas, and she knew I'd totally love it and be excited about it, which I was and am.  So she's basking in the glory of her gift-giving(like we all do), and says "Mommy, you're manicure has e-solar, I don't know what it is, but it's got e-solar. "Wow!" I say and  I reach for my pamphlet to find out what this might be.  Mark picks up my certificate and busts out laughing, and then I reach for it and I bust out laughing.  The certificate said "Manicure and Pedicure w/color" .  "E-solar", was in actuality "with color"!  Meagan said "Well, I didn't know." We all laughed at her expense.  That night I watched a television show that discussed Christmas, and the mystery behind it.  Just like Meagan didn't know what she was talking about with E-solar, I think when secular media talks about Christmas, they usually don't know what they're talking about.  In defense of the show, I fell asleep before the end-big shock, right?  But anyway, they were discussing the reasoning behind the accounts of the story being told differently and suggested that the reason behind Luke's recollection was so that his audience would be drawn in more.  They said he tried to write with similiarities to a mythological story for the benefit of the readers.  They also interviewed some people that said the story wasn't literal, and not just people off the street, I mean religous figures.  I believe there's a line between evalangelism and entertainment with this stuff, and these shows are not for the purpose of evangelism.  Alot of people view all this with the same wonderment and curiosity as a haunted house, and the media has many going on a "ghost hunt" of sort for Jesus.  I mean it is mysterious, His love, but the scary thing is the people that have no idea, and follow these roads to try to find a higher power, or something bigger than them, but with no strings attached or standards and think they are accomplishing something. 

2 Timothy 2: 22-26

 22-26Run away from infantile indulgence. Run after mature righteousness—faith, love, peace—joining those who are in honest and serious prayer before God. Refuse to get involved in inane discussions; they always end up in fights. God's servant must not be argumentative, but a gentle listener and a teacher who keeps cool, working firmly but patiently with those who refuse to obey. You never know how or when God might sober them up with a change of heart and a turning to the truth, enabling them to escape the Devil's trap, where they are caught and held captive, forced to run his errands

I didn't like school.  It just didn't interest me, and it didn't come easily to me, so I guess I didn't care.  I didn't fail, and it's not as if I did terrible in school. I just didn't focus on it like I should have.  Even though it's only been twenty years, school didn't go outside of the academic box as much then.  I mean you had your "art" people who all wore black, but that was really about it. I did take chorus, which I loved, but there just wasn't alot offered outside of that.  So my undiagnosed A.D.D. personality said "forget it.", and I did.  I struggle with academics, and it makes me "ill" when people who don't know me think I'm lazy or irresponsible for some of the ways are just, well me.  But, the thing about life is that it won't work for me to always say "It's just how Iam."  Sometimes I have to attempt to step-up.  I might fail, but at least I'll fail trying.  I think that's what God is looking for, a willing heart. But I want to learn, and be the best "Gina" that I can be, whatever that means.  I'm not so sure at this point.  But I'm trying to be teachable.

I thinkGod is trying to teach me something at this moment in my life.  I've shared with some of you that Mark and I are by no means done with our Christmas shopping.  It's stressful.  So much to do, and it literally looks impossilbe, and without God's help, it will be.  As I think about wanting to buy gifts to give, and some things may not happen, this has become for me a teachable moment, that I'm choosing to embrace today.  You know that feeling when you want to give your kids, or spouse, or parents or friends something and realize that you may not be able to?  Or how about you go to a party, but aren't able to bring a gift?  Or, you want to offer help, but you just can't?  That feeling.  That feeling of wanting to have a gift to give.  This is how it will be for many on the day of Christ.  They will want nothing more than to have a beautiful crown given to them, so that they can give it to Him, but they will (as the Bible says) just have made it in with nothing to show. 

Are you living your life in preparation for that moment.  I don't think I'm doing such a great job at it.  I'm thinking about now.  I'm thinking about: I want......., and gimmee,gimmee,gimmee. Not thinking of the gift that I can and should always give, which is just like the example of Christ, myself. I mean why worry about death or the return of Christ, it's not today, right????????????   

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Do you remember "Shorty"?  He came to our church a good bit when my Aunt Pat and I would pick up a group at the Salvation Army and bring them.  If you read the story, he died yesterday.  Wonder if he thought yesterday would be the last day of his life?  Two years ago at our church's Thanksgiving dinner, we brought a very small group from the Shelter to the meal.  They got up and talked as Roger asked what we were Thankful for.  "Shorty" is the third person from that group of I'd say no more than 10-12 people who have died. These were very young people, relatively speaking.  I'd say 30s-40s.  So I hope as Shorty stood before God that he had a gift to give. 

Revelation 4 9-11Every time the Animals gave glory and honor and thanks to the One Seated on the Throne—the age-after-age Living One—the Twenty-four Elders would fall prostrate before the One Seated on the Throne. They worshiped the age-after-age Living One. They threw their crowns at the foot of the Throne, chanting,

   Worthy, O Master! Yes, our God!
   Take the glory! the honor! the power!
   You created it all;
   It was created because you wanted it.

I Corinthians 15:51-57

 51-57But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I'll probably never fully understand. We're not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed. You hear a blast to end all blasts from a trumpet, and in the time that you look up and blink your eyes—it's over. On signal from that trumpet from heaven, the dead will be up and out of their graves, beyond the reach of death, never to die again. At the same moment and in the same way, we'll all be changed. In the resurrection scheme of things, this has to happen: everything perishable taken off the shelves and replaced by the imperishable, this mortal replaced by the immortal. Then the saying will come true:

   Death swallowed by triumphant Life!
   Who got the last word, oh, Death?
   Oh, Death, who's afraid of you now?
It was sin that made death so frightening and law-code guilt that gave sin its leverage, its destructive power. But now in a single victorious stroke of Life, all three—sin, guilt, death—are gone, the gift of our Master, Jesus Christ. Thank God

I don't know what you might be going through today, but God does, and He cares. Romans 8:28 says there is a reason behind it.  Don't be unteachable. Don't make the things that you are going through in your life a vain blur.  Embrace it.  Learn from it.  Grow.    

If you know me very well, you know that my favorite non-Jesus person in the Bible is the apostle Paul. I love his passion, I love his boldness, I love that what he believed, he lived without apoligies.  Well Saturday I guess the temperature drop caused a change in my brain activity, because I acted like Saul instead of Paul. Saul was who the apostle was before he became a God-fearing man.  Saul went to church, and knew alot about the law, and persecuted those who didn't agree with him. 

Saturday morning Mark was going to be home.  He was supposed to be going to get Adam at college, but instead he got Adam Friday night.  So, I saw this as my golden opportunity.  Notice how I'm already defending myself?!  This would be my only Saturday with Mark around the house until probably about October.  This happens every year.  He starts youth basketball practice in December, and then starting in January he coaches youth basketball and then as soon as that is over, grass-cutting season begins, and that literally will end in October.  For those of you who don't know-Mark does this a side-thing to help pay our bills.   So, I asked him if he would help clean the downstairs, and he said he would, not thrilled about it, but he would.  So we started, and Chloe even got in on it.  Now, let me back up.  Last Sunday Dec. 9th, our lesson talked about the whole "Happy Holidays" and people's stands on it.  It caused quite a discussion in Sunday School, and I even led M&Ms Monday morning Bible devotion about this.  It also caused quite a stir.  The point I made was that even though I don't agree with people who aren't Christians, that the goal of my life is to reach out in the love of Christ .  Now, jump forward to Saturday.  I'm cleaning the toilet, and the doorbell rings, and Mark gets it.  I glance in the door and see a lady and child both dressed in crisp blue suits, and I go back to to cleaning the commode.  I begin to listen in on what she is saying.  She's talking about the Bible and the book of Psalm, and I know she is a Jehovah's Witness.  I give it a few minutes and thought "I'm gonna put a stop to this."  I march to the door.  "Hi.  We believe that Jesus Christ is the only way to Heaven."  "Oh we do to."  "What is your religous affiliation?"  "We are Jehovah's Witness."  "Well, I hope that you are going to Heaven when you die, and thank you for coming, and honey you need to get back to your dusting."  Slam.  Mark is livid with me.  After us talking I was going to go out and apologize, but she and her very young son were gone.  I start trying to reject the conviction, but that proved an impossible task. In fact I began to feel sick.  Because as I told you, only a very few days before I'd told my Sunday school class, and told people at M&M that we have to show God's love at all times.  We can disagree but we have to do it in a way that always let's the hope of Christ shine.  The reality was that I had done everything but that.  I was more concerned with my toilet being cleaned than I was the salvation of two people, one a young boy.  My eyes are tearing up as I type this, because I can't get the piture of that little boy out of my head, and think of the scar I've left on his life.  I asked God to forigive me, and I know he has, but I don't want to forget what I've done. I have goals coming out of this.  One is to find out what Jehovah's witnesses believe, so that I won't allow my ignorance to turn into anger as a means of defense, and the second is to be a loving disciple of Christ the next time one shows up at my door. 

WWJD?  Not have acted like me.  I'm not proud, I'm sick about it. 

Mark 2 13-14Then Jesus went again to walk alongside the lake. Again a crowd came to him, and he taught them. Strolling along, he saw Levi, son of Alphaeus, at his work collecting taxes. Jesus said, "Come along with me." He came.

 15-16Later Jesus and his disciples were at home having supper with a collection of disreputable guests. Unlikely as it seems, more than a few of them had become followers. The religion scholars and Pharisees saw him keeping this kind of company and lit into his disciples: "What kind of example is this, acting cozy with the riffraff?"

 17Jesus, overhearing, shot back, "Who needs a doctor: the healthy or the sick? I'm here inviting the sin-sick, not the spiritually-fit."

I've got on my favorite shirt today:  "Poop on Satan".  I'm surprised it doesn't have holes in it I've worn it so much.  I sort of wanted to remind him of my feelings toward him as I was reminded of how evil and hateful he is.  Last night Mark told me we had gotten a bill from Caromont saying we owed $2400.00, as in insurance had already paid, and this is what we actually still owed.  I felt really good yesterday, but after that news I felt my spirit sink.  I got up, and put my shirt on.  Somewhere in my getting ready I started thinking, "Why do I wear this shirt?  Why do I hate Satan?"  I realized that it's all about me.  I hate Satan because he bothers me, and disturbs my plans. Ex:Causing me surgery complications, causing me financial problems, causing me insurance problems, causing me grief.  Do you see the pattern here?  What if I had a life free from struggle or problems of any sort?  Would I still hate Satan as much?  I realized this morning that my feelings toward him and his evil are about far more than my momentary problems, or at lest they should be.  My King, my Savior, my Best Friend, my Father, my Brother, are being talked about and lied about as Satan prepares for a battle that he will loose.  I should hate Satan because he has taken offense to my Lord, not only for the times that he's bothering me.  Maybe that's why the Lord allows Satan to approach our heels because if we never had to realize what a scoundrel he is, we wouldn't. 

Ephesians 6:12

10-12And that about wraps it up. God is strong, and he wants you strong. So take everything the Master has set out for you, well-made weapons of the best materials. And put them to use so you will be able to stand up to everything the Devil throws your way. This is no afternoon athletic contest that we'll walk away from and forget about in a couple of hours. This is for keeps, a life-or-death fight to the finish against the Devil and all his angels

I'm home, and we're rejoicing.  The Dr. said that there was no evidence of any leakage, of any scar tissue, of any problems!! I just wanted to let you know.  We'll talk more tomorrow.

Matthew 8 3-4Jesus reached out and touched him, saying, "I want to. Be clean." Then and there, all signs of the leprosy were gone. Jesus said, "Don't talk about this all over town. Just quietly present your healed body to the priest, along with the appropriate expressions of thanks to God. Your cleansed and grateful life, not your words, will bear witness to what I have done."

 Thanks for praying for me.

This morning Chloe got up and came into my room sleepy eyed, but happy. Chloe has her Christmas musical at church tonight. I said, "Chloe I may not be home from the Dr. by the time you have to go to the church, if I'm not, put your hair in a ponytail."  Smile turns upside down and drama insues.  "Momma, I can't put my hair in a pretty ponytail, it's all bumpy when I do it." I tell her that I think she does a good job, and I like it.  She tells me she thinks it's ugly.  I tell her that I will straighten her hair, and that hopefully it will look good when she gets home, and she can wear it down.  "No, I'll get all sweaty and school."  By now, my blood preasure is rising.  "OK Chloe, do your hair however you want, I don't care.  It's your decision."  "Uh-uh, you know I can't make decisions!!"  I don't think we ever got to the exact bottom of the hair issue, but Mark will have to deal with it.  I then told her that she could where either button up Christmas sweater that she wanted to.  She said "those won't work.  Mrs. Beverly said that we are celebrating the birth of Jesus, not Santa Claus.  **Side note:  I totally understand and agree with what Mrs. Beverly is saying.  One of the sweaters has reindeer and one has a very, very small picture of Santa Claus that no one would possibly be able to see from the stage.  I told her I would call about it.  She said "Don't call Aunt Pat, call Mrs. Beverly."  Chloe is smart enough to know that Aunt Pat would say it was OK, but Mrs. Beverly would state her true feelings.  So, I called Aunt Pat (behind Chloe's back) and she said it was OK.  I don't know if I'll call Mrs. Beverly, but I probably will.  So, tonight at church, I'm not sure what you'll see my child dressed in, and I can't say what her hair might look like, but try to be nice, and I promise I'll try harder next time.

I got to work and told Peggy the entire funny story, 'cause I thought it would make her laugh.  It did.  When she finished laughing, she said "Gina she is just like YOU!!"

Proverbs 17:22  22 A cheerful disposition is good for your health;
   gloom and doom leave you bone-tired

OK, one more favor, PLEASE do not tell Chloe any of what we've discussed!

Sorry I didn't blog yesterday.  I've debated on if I should tell you all this stuff or not, but hello, it's me, so I will.  I went to my urologist last week and got a good report, and he scheduled a test for the 18th to sort of monitor me.  The next day Meagan had a terrible asthma attack.  I think the worst she's ever had, so I took her to her asthma Dr.  She told her she had to stay inside for 2 days minimum.  Meagan thought she would die without the life-support she thought necessary from her friends and going places, but she didn't.  Then on Friday, I started having pain and some other symptoms, that I knew the Dr. had told me might be reason for concern.  I had ignored any symptom up until Friday.  But for some reason Friday I shared it with my co-worker, and she told me I had to call my Dr.  I called Mark, who I also hadn't told, and we set off for the Dr.  I think part of the reason I didn't want to tell my Dr. was because I believed he would automatically say "You need surgery" and I wasn't so sure that what was happening was what he might think it was.  So I saw the Dr. and was very relieved when he said "We're going to do tests to find out exactly what's going on".  This let Mark and I breathe and has allowed us to pray and ask others to pray. My IVP is tomorrow, and I'll let you know either tomorrow evening or Thursday, God willing.  This also allowed us to focus on Meagan and also to let Chloe have her twin cousins spend the night.  Saturday I'll admit I was really tired, and I can't tell if my tired is phsyical or mental or both.  We stayed home all day Saturday even though you can't even imagine all we need to do, but I just couldn't do it, and really Mark couldn't either.  Staying home was the best thing, and I don't regret it at all.  Who knows, maybe some day I'll just give up and become a home-body, but I'm still fighting that.  Sunday was a good day, and I thoroughly enjoyed Sunday morning service.  Sometimes things are brought out in service that I've never thought of before.  Sunday morning was that way.  When Roger talked about Jesus being baptized, he said "Why did he do it?  Was is because he had to? No."   I have never pondered this before and was amazed when through this example I was reminded yet again, there's nothing Jesus wouldn't do (except sin) to show us His love.  Chloe woke up Monday throwing up, but by the grace of God she got OK, and went to school.  She wasn't even late.  She said she didn't want to miss school  Not want to miss school?  Who's kid is she anyway?  Oh yes.  Her father's.  Last night was relatively calm.  Meagan is still having some asthma issues, but I'm trying to wait a few days and see if she's better and hopefully not even take her back to the Dr.

This morning, (and every morning) I take exit 14 off of I-85 at 7:57am at the earliest. I turn left and have another light to go through.  When I approach that last light it's always red.  I have a decision to make.  Do I go full speed and assume that by the time I reach the light it will turn green, or do I slowly approach and wait for it to turn green, or do I drive as fast as I possibly can, stop slightly and then floor it when it turns green?  The answer is the latter: go,go,go,go,stop,GO! 

How are you making your decisions in life?  I hope you're not just driving right through a red light and hoping for the best.  When we don't stop and pray and ask God about our life, I think we're gonna get a "ticket" in the form form of consequences.  I have so many times  in life just went full force with something that I just knew had to be right, but it turned out it wasn't, and the results weren't good, and I found myself in a place I didn't want to be. 

Romans 12

Place Your Life Before God

 1-2 So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you

We built our house about five years ago.  (I think)  A person would think that a newly built house would be problem free for years, or at least I would (have), but now I know better.  Within the first two years we had to replace the microwave, discovered that some necessary part of the toilet had been left off, some of the drywall going up the stairs cracked, the gas logs stopped working and needed repair, and now we have dark spots in the kitchen from the toilet leaking upstairs. We've used professional help, but only when we HAD to.  Anything Mark can do, or get his Dad to help with, we've done ourselves, well, they've done rather.   

I realized this morning that this is sort of what happens when we build up walls of protection around our heart.  We are trying to do building that we are not meant, nor equipped to do.  I've been hurt in life and feel I just can't put myself out there only to let it happen again.  So my layers of protective construction begin.  But I realized that when I do this, it doesn't work, EVER.  I can't be who God wants me to be, because I'm always playing it "safe".  I become detached, and useless for the Kingdom.  I become paranoid, but with good reason, because if God's not my protector, I should be paranoid.  I see now that it's not that God doesn't want to cover me and be there for me, it's that often times I won't let Him.  I refuse to be vulnerable.  But I think my refusal is actually towards trusting Him.  I want to come before Him with a soft, pure, clean righteous heart and say "Here I am.  What would have me do for You."  But so often my heart has become cold and rigid and hard becuase I've built layers of protection with whatever building products I have available, and wonder "God, why aren't you doing things for me." Building layers of unforgiveness, defensiveness, accusations, really anything I can wrap my mind around, because when we self-protect, these are the kinds of things that we have to use.  I think that sometimes God allows hurt, and heartache, but never without reason.  But when we refuse to be a part of His plan, we miss out on whatever valuble lesson, or future blessing He wants for us.  I don't want to do that anymore. 

I don't know, maybe it's just me.

I read this story in the Bible today, and it spoke to my heart.

Luke 16

The Story of the Crooked Manager

 1-2Jesus said to his disciples, "There was once a rich man who had a manager. He got reports that the manager had been taking advantage of his position by running up huge personal expenses. So he called him in and said, 'What's this I hear about you? You're fired. And I want a complete audit of your books.'

 3-4"The manager said to himself, 'What am I going to do? I've lost my job as manager. I'm not strong enough for a laboring job, and I'm too proud to beg. . . . Ah, I've got a plan. Here's what I'll do . . . then when I'm turned out into the street, people will take me into their houses.'

 5"Then he went at it. One after another, he called in the people who were in debt to his master. He said to the first, 'How much do you owe my master?'

 6"He replied, 'A hundred jugs of olive oil.'

   "The manager said, 'Here, take your bill, sit down here—quick now— write fifty.'

 7"To the next he said, 'And you, what do you owe?'

   "He answered, 'A hundred sacks of wheat.'

   "He said, 'Take your bill, write in eighty.'

 8-9"Now here's a surprise: The master praised the crooked manager! And why? Because he knew how to look after himself. Streetwise people are smarter in this regard than law-abiding citizens. They are on constant alert, looking for angles, surviving by their wits. I want you to be smart in the same way—but for what is right—using every adversity to stimulate you to creative survival, to concentrate your attention on the bare essentials, so you'll live, really live, and not complacently just get by on good behavior

I absolutely love the part I highlighted.  Using every adversity to stimulate you to creative survival-WOW!

This weekend was hectic, but I shouldn't even mention it as if hectic has not become my family's normal.    Friday night the church staff met at Grandma Hoyt's for some of the 3fs.  I had a really good time, and enjoyed the "Bible" charades we played.  It's fun and good to get away as a group like that.  It's not that we're leaving the church behind per say, it's that the stress of Sunday's and Wednesday's as far as the logistics of the services weren't there, allowing us all to relax.  Did I say that politically correct enough?  Roger said some meaninful things that  spoke to the staff and encouraged them.  I'm not a member of the staff, but I was encouraged as well. 

Saturday was also busy.  Chloe had choir rehersal, Mark and the other youth leaders as well as Jill decoraged the float for the parade, Chloe was in Kings Mtn's parade, and Mark and I bought the rest of the items for the Sunday parade. 

Sunday was the parade.  Vision left after our Sunday School class, and then left to get the things for the parade that I had to leave at home.  Amanda Cole was a huge encourager on the drive to my house and the shelter, telling me God knew every need in our day and that He would meet it, and that if He didn't there was a reason.  She even specifically said at one point that she believed we might have avoided a car wreck, and we passed one not long after she said it!  We gave out probably 10 gallons of hot chocolate.  But not so much coffee!!!!!!!! What's wrong with people!  We waited, and waited, and waited, and waited on FOCUS to pass by on their float.  The parade started at 2:00, and they passed at 3:45!  They were 2 floats from the end!  Well, this was outside of my "plan."  I had it all mapped out.  I was going to do it differently this year.  This year I was going to have specific projects for the youth when they arrived to fill that probably 1 and 1/2 hour gap of time when they'd need somthing to do before dinner at the shelter which started at 5:00.  Mark asked me Saturday night if I wanted him to make the goody bags.  I told him no becuase the youth would do them in this 1 and 1/2 hr.  Also, they wre going to help make 600  pigs in a blanket.  It was evident by about 4:00 this wouldn't be happening.  There were 8 people with Vision.  So, it was scramble time.  All I could think about were those piggys.  I said "OK" we can't do anything until we get these going.  It was funny! But Vision (and Jackie H) rocked.  They did it, but with no time to spare.  The youth arrived within moments of the scheduled time to start.  Things were CRAZY.  Everybody was saying "What can I do?  How can I help?"  I was like a dog chasing it's tail.  But just like God, He took my chaos and worked it out.  Every wing got eaten, there were 600, and I'd say at least 550 of the piggys.  I went outside and Richard and Holly and some of the youth were interacting with the people.  I had a candle, and we sang Happy Birthday to Jesus.  I told them that's how quickly Christ's return will be, and one of them said "No, it's quicker than that."                         I Corinthians 15:51-57 

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