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Suffering Well

By:  Michelle Muncy Recently I stepped up in our church at the end of Sunday night fellowship and asked them to pray for me. In the past several weeks we have had wave after wave of hardships. One or two I can handle, but this constant bombardment has worn me down. I was to the point I just couldn't handle "one more thing". Have you been here? I'm sure you have. We had just moved to KY when I fell and broke my hand. While I saved myself from a vicious fall down a flight of stairs, it was at the sacrifice of my freedom. I had to have surgery to place pins in my hand, and I soon found myself frustrated at my lack of ability to function. My husband and daughter had to help me bathe, dress, and bring me meals the church so graciously provided. Everything was hard. (Have you ever tried...

When You Want to Quit….Remember.

By:  Diane Nix Remember.   I want to remember her face, her smile, her hair, her eyes.  Her eyes are burned into my memory.  I wish I had taken a picture of her, but I didn't.   I wasn't taking many pictures that day.  I was praying.  I was laying hands on the sick - the hundreds of sick that had come that day.  I hadn't stopped except to wipe the sweat.  The mandate of the Lord was to kneel before them, touch them, and pray boldly.  Admittedly, the first two or three times I had boldly prayed I had become overwhelmed with what I was hearing in my spirit.  I pulled back around the corner.  My interpreter followed me closely, asking, "Mama Diane, are you sick?"  No, I was not physically sick but I felt the oppression heavily and then what I was hearing in my head was so loud that I had pulled back. I said...

When the Drama is Not on Stage!

By:  Christi Avant Watson I teach theatre arts to teenagers, and I often tell them to "keep the drama on stage." Pastors and their families are no strangers to off-stage church drama. I don't have to define what I mean by off-stage drama. If you are in a ministry family, you know. Once I roomed with a pastor's daughter who I thought would be my fellowship in a very secular environment. Quickly I learned that she was thrilled to be in a place where no one expected her to step foot in a building she had lost faith. When I heard her story of watching on the sidelines while her dad's life work had been thrown under the bus of hypocritical, off-stage church drama, I couldn't blame her. Fast forward a few years in my life and I watched my Dad experience something similar. At the time, I was in NYC, far away from the Bible Belt....

Living Inside Out!

OH MY SOUL!!!!  I had done it again! I slipped from living in the Spirit to reacting from my soul!  You know....the soul - your mind, your will, and your emotions.  The place where you act out.   My mom used to say, "Don't be ugly."  Well, I had been "ugly".  I knew it.  I hated it.  I loathed it but there it was and there was nothing I could do to take it back. The thing was, it didn't take but a second to slip.  One momentary lapse of Spirit control and there it was. It seems that since the Lord has been speaking about returning to the "former things".  I have been tested.....tested to the very limit of my flesh and yet there is no excuse....for IF HE is the One calling to return - I must return by His way and not my own. There it is.  My will. My iron justifying will. Left...

Troublemaker!

He was a Roman citizen and a Jew.  He was outspoken, bold, and courageous.  To some, he was brash, prideful and overbearing.  "Persecutor of the followers of the Way, hounding some to death, arresting both men and women and throwing them in prison." (Acts 22:4 NLT) He was well versed in the traditions and teachings of the Jewish faith as well as being a solid Roman citizen.  Then one day, on the Damascus road, Saul, a persecutor of the church (the Way), became Paul. Suddenly, the trouble he had caused the Way shifted and he became a troublemaker for the religious leaders of His day.  He went from holder of tradition to warrior for the Way. Why in the world would I write today above all days on Paul?  Because as a leader, when Paul showed up or spoke up there was trouble.   On the road to Damascus he was blinded by the...

Finish well

Written by:  Michelle Muncy I have finished the work which You have given Me to do. John 17:4b NKJV It's happening again. If you are a pastor's wife, I'm sure you have been there. The moment you realize the Lord is calling you away from your current ministry on to something new. Rob laughs at me because I begin to save boxes months before we ever know we are moving. Closets start to get cleaned out and I just 'know'. I guess the Lord realizes I need more time than Rob to adjust. The problem with moving is saying goodbye: to ministries, to loved ones, to dreams that never will be. It is bittersweet because you know the Lord is moving you for a purpose but it is still so hard so say goodbye. Of course, there are also those ministries we can't wait to leave. The ministry that is so painful but the Lord has yet...

Confessions of a PK!

By: Christi Watson Until I was a preteen, I ate up every part of being a pastor’s kid.  In my eyes, my Dad knew everything about God and everyone loved my Dad.  Being a pastor’s kid afforded me opportunities to do things like have lunch with my favorite musicians. Doors were opened for me to do what I loved to do, SING! Then there was the “J” incident.  I will call him J to protect his identity.  I was on the cusp of middle school when my Dad decided to take a very public stance from the pulpit against a store in our small Texas town that was actively promoting pornography.  J’s father had been very strategic in bringing this business to our town.  Day after day this boy would mock me on the playground because of my Dad.  I remember feeling ashamed and then increasingly angry.  One day, backed by the full force of my...

Yet I Will Rejoice in the Lord!

Week 1, Weekend Leighann McCoy Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights. Habakkuk 3:17-19 Infertility is a difficult pain. Unlike the grief that follows death, with infertility there is only a shadow in which to grieve. Infertility suffers the grief of a life that could be rather than a life that was. I was infertile before God blessed me with three amazing children. And although my “answered prayers” are approaching their college years I still feel the swelling of a lump in my throat...

When the Oceans Rise

Week 1, Friday

Leighann McCoy

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? . . . Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:5,11

Yesterday I went on an adventure with my daughter Mikel, her friend Kimberly, and a boatload of friends we are visiting in the Bahamas. Mikel graduated from high school last Saturday and we came to Spanish Wells, Bahamas, for her senior trip. Our adventure started at 6 a.m. when we pulled away from the dock in our overloaded boat to head to what our friends called “the keys.” Two hours later we were in the deep blue sea trolling for dolphin (not the kind you swim with but the blue-green kind you eat).

Before we finished fishing a squall surrounded us on all sides. We had no choice but to head home right through...

The Powerful Hope in Peace

Week 1, Thursday

Leighann McCoy

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:4-7

I had my own brush with cancer this year. Ironically enough it was the same cancer that killed my sweet friend Jenny. On March 1 I was diagnosed with colon cancer. You would have to know me to appreciate how surprised we were to receive the diagnosis. Just suffice it to say that my teenage children made this comment when they were adjusting to the news: “Mom, it must be all that healthy food you’re always feeding us!”

If you’ve ever heard the words,...