Sunday, October 23, 2011
Mis amigos tiene mi corazon!
Someone once said, "we are spiritual beings on earth experiencing a human existence.". With that human existence come the desire to find compatible relationships. I don't just want to be the person that everyone says, "oh, Amy, yeah she was a sweet girl.", I want them to say, " I enjoyed being her friend.". My desire is to have people enjoy who I am, not because they're being nice or because I am this persons something or other, but because they genuinely love me. But isn't that everyone's goal, maybe that's what I perceive life to be. I lost the belief in "best friends" a long time ago, but I do believe we need those people in our lives that we cherish more than anything in the world. I have some pretty great friends in my life for the first time ever. I pray that I can make an impression in their lives the way they have made in mine. I hope they know that I admire them and i would like to thank them for allowing me to enter their lives without a second thought. Yall have become my family, especially when I have none at hand.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
All It Took Was A Child
When I think of church I think of children. The church can not grow without them and when I see them worshiping I delight in what they are doing with their lives at such a young age. I battle with myself making sure that I am in the Kids Ministry because that is my calling. I have recently been praying for a stronger burden for this minitry, I feel that if I am going to do anything I need to have a strong hold on what I am lead to do. After a couple of weeks of praying I finally had my "a-ha!" moment.
Durring a church service, while visitng another cuhrch I once belonged to, I saw a child praying alone. It brought me back to a time when I was a little girl and felt like I wanted someone to pary with me. Even as an adult I still feel like that same little girl, where I need to be prayed with not always for. Matthew 18:20 says, "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them" (KJV). There had been a lady there that attended this church before my abscence, but we never got to know one another. She grabbed my hand and all of a sudden, I felt imprisoned. This calling was strong, and it felt as if the devil wanted me to stay in my place. Afterall, I was a visitor. Who would want a stranger to come up amd pray with their child, they didn't know who I was. But after seconds of thinking that, I thought I would not have this thought if I was not supposed to do it. I mustered everything that I could and, not to be mean, but I released my hand from her hold and made a bee-line for this child.
I didn't do anything herioc, I didn't perform a miracle, I simply did what God told me to do. I listened, and it felt great. I started praying with the young child and another young lady walked up and strated praying with us. Now this little girl was someone I remember being in her mother's womb; I remember her as a little girl. What a sight it was to see her growing in God.
All it took was a little girl lifting up her hands to show a me what it means to be in love with God and how to listen to His voice. I will always remember the way it felt to know that I am doing what I was called to do. I may not be completely ready to take on a Children's Ministry, but I am confindent in where God has lead me. I have a lot of maturing to do, and I anticipate that I will learn, I have an amazing person in my life to teach me. Here's to many more years of children.
Durring a church service, while visitng another cuhrch I once belonged to, I saw a child praying alone. It brought me back to a time when I was a little girl and felt like I wanted someone to pary with me. Even as an adult I still feel like that same little girl, where I need to be prayed with not always for. Matthew 18:20 says, "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them" (KJV). There had been a lady there that attended this church before my abscence, but we never got to know one another. She grabbed my hand and all of a sudden, I felt imprisoned. This calling was strong, and it felt as if the devil wanted me to stay in my place. Afterall, I was a visitor. Who would want a stranger to come up amd pray with their child, they didn't know who I was. But after seconds of thinking that, I thought I would not have this thought if I was not supposed to do it. I mustered everything that I could and, not to be mean, but I released my hand from her hold and made a bee-line for this child.
I didn't do anything herioc, I didn't perform a miracle, I simply did what God told me to do. I listened, and it felt great. I started praying with the young child and another young lady walked up and strated praying with us. Now this little girl was someone I remember being in her mother's womb; I remember her as a little girl. What a sight it was to see her growing in God.
All it took was a little girl lifting up her hands to show a me what it means to be in love with God and how to listen to His voice. I will always remember the way it felt to know that I am doing what I was called to do. I may not be completely ready to take on a Children's Ministry, but I am confindent in where God has lead me. I have a lot of maturing to do, and I anticipate that I will learn, I have an amazing person in my life to teach me. Here's to many more years of children.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
My trouble with spelling...
I love writing. Whether it's something as trivial as my feelings to something like a topic piece, I love to to write. It's ironic because when I was a little girl learning how to spell, I was AWFUL!!! Everybody would get so frustrated with me. I remember one night I was learning how to spell girl and grill. My dad must have spent, what seemed to be a couple of hours, trying to get me to understand the difference between the two words. All that time invested teaching me was well worth it. I remember on the next spelling test I knew how to spell each word correctly. Today, as a semi-functioning adult in society, I can say small moments like that have molded me into the woman I have become.
I work with children of all different situations, races and backgrounds. I see things that most people would be appalled to even hear. But because I see these things, I have been trained for many years to react in certain ways and I have learned that children are a clear window into the lives of families.
In most settings you can tell which children have boundaries and which do not. I am usually the one with those that have no limitations, therefore I have to muster up the most patience and care. Anyone who knows me knows I am like my mother. I admit it, I am exactly like my mother. Just don't tell her that. The world is not prepared for two of her, at least not yet. Anyways, I was raised in a household that did not use the "P" word. Patience is not my virtue, it's not even in my vocabulary. But I understand that kids make mistakes and all kids need guidance. But, where does that guidance come from and when do you start guiding them and, and should you use strict guidance or not.
The answer is simple. It all starts with YOU. Growing up in a Christian home, I knew exactly that when my parents said something, I was supposed to do it. Now, it rarely ever happened that i followed instructions, but deep down, I knew consequences were coming my way if I ignored my parents. Both of my parents instilled in me the act of obedience. My father was the head of the house and I didn't argue. Too many times, I see families that the child runs the household. That is wrong in so many ways.
A child should not have more backbone than an adult. A child should not learn that speaking disrespectfully to an adult is okay. A child should not think that, "If I don't do what mom and dad say, it'll be fine. What are they going to do about it?" That is the point where as families and as Christians, we need to bring out the word of God and figure out what is biblically right.
I know that I don't have children, and I know that things are much different when actual children are involved, but I believe that as I write, I will learn how to raise my family in the future and to better help those I work with now. Keep a look out for more to come. Hopefully you will enjoy my style of writing, and who knows, maybe I'll improve as time goes by. Leave you thoughts, let me know how you feel. Maybe we agree and maybe I am totally wrong. Either way, what is a blog for if not to express our feelings. Happy reading!
I work with children of all different situations, races and backgrounds. I see things that most people would be appalled to even hear. But because I see these things, I have been trained for many years to react in certain ways and I have learned that children are a clear window into the lives of families.
In most settings you can tell which children have boundaries and which do not. I am usually the one with those that have no limitations, therefore I have to muster up the most patience and care. Anyone who knows me knows I am like my mother. I admit it, I am exactly like my mother. Just don't tell her that. The world is not prepared for two of her, at least not yet. Anyways, I was raised in a household that did not use the "P" word. Patience is not my virtue, it's not even in my vocabulary. But I understand that kids make mistakes and all kids need guidance. But, where does that guidance come from and when do you start guiding them and, and should you use strict guidance or not.
The answer is simple. It all starts with YOU. Growing up in a Christian home, I knew exactly that when my parents said something, I was supposed to do it. Now, it rarely ever happened that i followed instructions, but deep down, I knew consequences were coming my way if I ignored my parents. Both of my parents instilled in me the act of obedience. My father was the head of the house and I didn't argue. Too many times, I see families that the child runs the household. That is wrong in so many ways.
A child should not have more backbone than an adult. A child should not learn that speaking disrespectfully to an adult is okay. A child should not think that, "If I don't do what mom and dad say, it'll be fine. What are they going to do about it?" That is the point where as families and as Christians, we need to bring out the word of God and figure out what is biblically right.
I know that I don't have children, and I know that things are much different when actual children are involved, but I believe that as I write, I will learn how to raise my family in the future and to better help those I work with now. Keep a look out for more to come. Hopefully you will enjoy my style of writing, and who knows, maybe I'll improve as time goes by. Leave you thoughts, let me know how you feel. Maybe we agree and maybe I am totally wrong. Either way, what is a blog for if not to express our feelings. Happy reading!
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