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Most of you probably don't know who Aviguel is, where she lives, or how I know her.

Aviguel is my sponsored child. But I don't think of her as someone that lives "across the globe" who needs my help. When I think of Avi I think of a friend in need, a good friend that I care for that I've realized could probably use some of my prayer, time and care.

I've been babysitting a lot for our neighbors recently, occasionally for some other little ones, and helping out with chores around our house. Everywhere I go I hear about the problems of the world, and what "you" can do to help. I always thought it'd be fun to have a pen pal. After thinking about it for a while, I decided that I had what it takes to become a sponsor. And really, it's not all that much. Paying $32 a month, praying and writing letters every so often, is all it takes to be a child's sponsor. (Actually, my parents pay for half of Avi's monthly fees.)

I always look forward to hearing from her, and having the chance to write her back. And though it takes a little extra work to make sure that I get my $16 payed off each month, it is sooo worth it. I get the joy of knowing that I'm helping someone, while I get the chance to meet a new BFF- (really, you sponsor them 'till their at least 18.)

I used to want to see how much money I could earn for myself, how many video games I could get. All the normal stuff. Now, my goal in life has changed; I really hope that someday, I will get the chance to meet Aviguel in her own home, and that I get to tell her how much I love her, and God loves her, in person.

I have the pleasure of having a hot tub on my back deck. I can go soak in the spa when ever I choose. But to be honest, I hardly ever take advantage of this treat. At least I have Tub Club. One night per month when I mass email my friends and invite the first 7 who respond to come join me for a night under the stars and moon, or rain, or clouds. We gab for about 2 hours or more while relaxing in the therapy of good friends and hot water.

Last week the four "regulars" were gathered and we were having a conversation about work. We discussed what it would be like for some of us to go back to work (read: 3 of us have been stay at home mommies for quite a while). One of my friends said, "I don't want a job." To which I promptly replied, without even thinking, "I don't want a job either!"

Then my brain kicked in...Umm, Michelle....you have a job. You just GOT a job. Remember, Children's Pastor, 30 hours per week, life-changing, J O B. ooops, that was embarassing.

And then I thought a bit more. I realized something very very cool had just occurred. I don't just have a J O B. I have a life changing, life giving, sometimes difficult, always a blessing, ministry. I do get paid, I do have to work 30 hours, I do have to manage my time, I do have to be accountable to a Team and a Congregation. But it is not just a job. I don't want a job. But I do want this. I thank God everyday that this is my life. I have the God of the Universe who loves me, accepts me, forgives me, and is ever so patient with me, he blessed me with a wonderful family, good friends, a healthy body, a beautiful shelter, and yes, my job.

I know not many people can say this about their paid position and/or their life. In these times, people are just lucky to have work at all. Families are crumbling, marriages struggling. I humbly acknowledge that this time in my life is one of great provision. My "bucket" wasn't always this full. I pray that God will help me keep gratefulness, compassion, and humility foremost in my thoughts each day. I pray that His Spirit will help empower me to lead others to find joy, satisfaction, and ministry in His Name.

I have been feeling for a while that I should have officially updated my notes/blog to say "I got the job!" Most people who will read this already know that I'm the new Pastor to Children and Families at NFC.

The journey was the most beautiful thing I've been through (except for giving birth) and at NO time in my life have I ever felt more RIGHT about something than I do about this ministry. Even as a new mom-there were days when I thought, " I'm sooo not qualified to be a parent, this is too hard, or I'm exhausted-how do I escape?!" (For those of you cringing that I'm not including my wedding day - don't worry, I know Alan and I would both agree that our everyday life together now, is by far superior to that September day back in 1995.) But so far-and yes, I get that it's only day 11, I feel I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

I am NOT writing this note as a way to get more "you'll be great" or "congratulations" comments-but to humbly say, THANK YOU to all of you who supported me through prayer, advice, hugs, and more prayer. 

My prayer for all of you, is that you find yourself in that "sweet spot" -whether that might be in your role as a stay-at-home mom, full time working husband or wife, in volunteer ministry, participating in your favorite sport, working a side job that you love, etc. To be able to pair your God-given gifts with something that you love is such a blessing. To find support and affirmation from God and those around you-oh, what joy. 

Today at Women's Bible Fellowship-Beth Moore said that you receive Salvation but you must seek out Satisfaction. So many times in my life I have felt dissatisfied, even after believing in Jesus as my Savior. Her message hit home with me in that each day we have to ask the for a re-filling of the Holy Spirit. I have believed and lived that for the last 5 years or so. I feel like this new job is God's way of showing me He not only wants to Save me but also to Satisfy me. I know that each day I work in ministry is the opportunity to either drain myself or to live out of a cup that "runneth over" by asking for the Holy Spirit to work through me. I pray that when the schedule gets busy, the volunteers don't sign up, I feel the need to be at home and at work in the same moment, and my ideas don't work out like they are "supposed to," that I'll be able to get down on my knees and know that I'm still right where I'm supposed to be-in prayer and thanksgiving for His wisdom, His Grace, and His Love.

Alan DVR'd the Presidential Debate for me. I was square dancing with my family and then soaking in the hot tub with girl friends last night-so I missed seeing it "live."  Perhaps God knew I was going to have a very emotional reaction to the debate-so He let me see it in private this morning after the kids had gone to school.

From almost the minute the candidates started talking I felt like weeping. The intensity of their emotion, the physical, mental and political scrutiny both Obama and McCain have undergone is overwhelming. I don't know how they do it.  How do you day after day keep up the travel, family life, interviews, lack of sleep, speeches, debates, etc? I am incredibly humbled by their service and dedication. Both men show a deep love for the United States of America.  Both men believe they have "the right plan."  Both men are willing to go through this unbelievable, privacy busting, soul-bearing process in the hopes that they can take on the hardest job in the world. That to me is reason enough to look at both candidates with admiration and respect.  I was feeling exhausted just watching them take on one another's policies, records, and positions.  

The other reason why I got choked up is that I am so conflicted as to who to vote for.  One says something I like, the other contests it, and then I feel the other one is right.  If there was ever a "flip-flopper" on the issues...it's ME. I do have to be honest and say that despite my fears about Obama-his demeanor, and his answers to the major questions of health care, energy, and foreign policy spoke more closely to my beliefs than McCain.  And as much as I wanted to like McCain because he stands for some very core beliefs that I hold, I am so frustrated by his pick of Sarah Palin as VP that it makes me want to scream, "Why did you do that?"  

A few weeks ago Rick Warren talked with both candidates.  The question that grabbed my attention the most was one in which Warren asked, "Does evil exist, and if it does, do we ignore it, do we negotiate with it, do we contain it or do we defeat it." Essentially McCain said that we are to defeat it, while Obama said we should confront it, but that we must be careful that while confronting it, that we ourselves do not inflict evil.  For me, these two very distinct answers were the most defining of the campaign.  McCain says we should defeat evil.  Sorry, buddy, but I believe evil will always exist and we cannot go around trying to lop off it's ugly head where ever it pops up. Only GOD will be able to ultimately defeat evil.  I have to agree with Obama that we are to fight evil-but we should know our limits and find other ways besides fighting to promote peace and prosperity.

One more frustration with the Republican ticket is this: McCain and Palin need to stop using the phrases "maverick, reaching across the aisle, and reform." Do they think we haven't heard them the first 2000 times they have said those same tired old words.  What candidate would EVER say they only will work with their own party, that they want things to just stay the same as always and that they are definitely not going to try to get things done.  In basic grade school english, this whole thing is a, "no Duh."  In last night's debate McCain said that, "sometimes I'm not very popular with either party."  Ok, so if you are so unpopular-how do you get the backing to get anything done.  If I'm going around making everyone upset with me, I will have no power. Being in leadership shouldn't be all about a popularity contest...but you do have to have a certain amount of likeablity, respect and admiration from those you work with. Instead of constantly telling us how much he "goes against" his own party and is a "maverick" I want a leader that says, "People in both parties like me, agree with me, trust my judgement and when I work with them, we get things done for you, the American people."

Looking back at age 30 (I just turned 36 last weekend) I wonder what I was so afraid of.  Growing Up?  Being Me? God has confirmed without a shadow of a doubt that growing up and becoming who He created me to be is the best gift I've ever received.  Within that gift I've become wholly one.  Not a divided self that is in constant turmoil between "my plan" and His.  Getting here was no easy task.  And to those who think forgiveness (of others and of yourself) is a "once and done" kind of thing-sorry you're in for a process that is sometimes a spiritual and emotional battle. 

I've discovered in these 6 years that being whole does not exclude this irony: I still have lots of "parts" of me. I'm not a Christian robot who only likes one type of music or always does the "right" thing-whatever that means.  I'm still drawing boundaries and listening to what Christ would have me do in my everyday walking around life.  I wonder sometimes is it sin to still enjoy dancing like a maniac to "Livin' la Vida Loca" or watching movies like the "American President" where the story line includes pre-marital sex.

I also love baking bread and scones and reading about the old west, pioneers, and oh how I desire some day to actually follow the Oregon Trail. I often joke that I'm a pioneer - but the fact is that I'm scared to walk around a forest campground for fear of cougars and bears.  Once I saw a deer in the dark at Twin Rocks and I nearly jumped out of my skin! 

I could go on and on about the relationship between whole and being a woman of many interests, but for now I'll just leave you with this prayer :

God thank you for creating me to be in relationship with you.  This relationship is ever growing and ever changing.  You created me to depend on you, and when I do, I experience life in a way that is rich with adventure, heartache, and joy. God in You I don't ever have to be afraid of who I am or who I am not. My life came from you, should be lived for you, and will continue with your for eternity. I thank you that eternity is plenty of time to explore and discover all of me.

If you know me pretty well, you probably already know that I'm in a "decision phase" these days. And if you know me even better, you know that not having clarity is difficult for me. I'm waiting on God to give me some clear answers to what He wants for my near future. In some ways I feel so very conflicted and then in the next moment my thoughts, ideas, dreams, and goals are well defined.What I do know is this: God has given me a gift-my husband and my daughters. My first responsibility is to these people. I honor God when I honor my commitment to my family. If God wants me to work for Him, to minister or serve in His Name, then I cannot and will not do that at the expense of the primary gift He has given me. So I wait, and I wait praying for clarity and for the boldness and strength it takes to be obedient to His call.

With two days until Girls Camp begins, I feel like I should be having some deep thoughts to post on the blog. However, I'm just excited to actually get there and watch what God reveals. I'm guessing I'll come home with lots to say.

Many thanks to all of you who have supported Girls Camp by participating in and/or praying for it this year. Let Freedom Reign.

I am a person who finds tradition and routine comforting.  I don't often find myself wanting to be all that spontaneous.  Sometimes I think I'm adventuresome, but my life tells the story of a homebody.  And yet, I love change. Every so often (perhaps it's regulated by hormonal cycles that I've yet to figure out) I feel this great need for change.  I start looking at houses that are up for sale around town and day dream what it would be like to set up our family in a new space.  I wonder if we are supposed to adopt, I think about asking Alan to pursue a position with Nike in Belgium, I ask God to open doors for a short term mission.  Then I come home and rearrange the living room furniture.  And I'm pretty satisfied for the next bit.  

Today I was home doing laundry-with ironing waiting in the wings. Oh the joy of the everyday.  I compensated by going to Fred Meyer to look for a chalkboard eraser for the 1st Grade Sunday School room that I teach in. They didn't have it.  I went to Bi-Mart.  They didn't have it.  I filled the van up with $50 worth of gas, took Paige (the 5 year old I watch on Mondays) to the Dairy Queen Drive-Thru and went to church to CHANGE things in my Sunday School room.  Yea, the relief, the elation of removing staples, taking down tired old borders, rearranging bulletin boards and creating new ones. 

Now typing this blog I'm realizing how tired I am of those ducks at the top of the screen and the same old same old format of this website.  Sorry honey.  Time for a change. 

This weekend I get to enjoy the company of 8 other women as we shed our Motherly Duties and go play at the beach.  I can't wait to giggle, eat, scrapbook, shop, and simply do what ever we choose when we choose because we don't have any one else but ourselves to please.

Oh Joy for a selfish weekend.  I hope God approves.  I'm pretty sure He does. (It's called Spiritual Renewal) I think about the friends who I know well that are going, and I am giddy to hang with them, because they are some of the most honest, loving, and FUNNY women I know.  For the ones who are coming that I don't know so well-I think what an opportunity to meet more of my sisters-in-Christ.  

Now if I would just start packing... 

So much of the time I think about how we want to be known.  I've been on Facebook quite a bit lately and it is a place where you go to "keep in touch" with your friends, but it's also a place where you can let everyone know about yourself.  We sign up under the guise of wanting to be friendly-but I have to say, we also find a lot to say about ourselves.  We love it when people write on our Wall.  We change our Status so everyone knows what we're up to and thinking about. 

I wish God had a Facebook page, and He kept me apprised of His "Status."  I'd like to know if He was happy or disappointed.  I wish He'd send me a Message-wouldn't an Inbox full of private messages from God just be so cool?  What if He would write a nice note to me on my Wall where everyone could see it. What if He liked the same TV shows and music that I did?  I wonder what His "Love Language" is or if He would sign up for the same "Causes" that I do?  

The fact that I so often seem to let drift away from the center of my attention is this: I am known, completely.  God knows my every thought, my Status is known better to Him than it is even to myself.  If I want to know Him I have to open my heart and my life to Him.  I have to take time to pray, to read His Word, and to see and serve His Creation.  This life- wow, now that's one awesome "Growing Gift."