oranges and sunshine

((title has nothing to do with this post. it's orange season)) {{WARNING: this is a really random, rambling post like the older ones}}

What an insane good weekend. Many evidances of God's grace. Very little sleep. Lots of coffee, biblical fellowship and laughter.
Sunday was 'super-good'. It was great to hear Pat lead worship. He did a wonderful job. oh, but was it Awkward. I've just been sent out to plant a church and I'm back the next week! but Grace will be there a long time and our 1st public meeting isn't for 2 more weeks. A Sczebel is a rare occasion. The heart issue of why I didn't want to go was just pride. Not wanting others to think I was uncommitted lol. Thank God for mums who aren't afraid to show us our sin.
Another example of God's grace.....in a really funny story.
Sunday afternoon. Driving to pick up Britt's lil sis and take her to b-ball. The road is residential, but not a neighborhood. I assume the speed limit is 35 m.p.h. Not really paying attention to my speed. Guess what. Britt forgot to tell me. Cops like to set speed traps there. I was pulled over. 1st time.
Britt then tells me the speed limit is 25. What? The cop walks over and talks to me. I was doing almost 36. OUCH. But he let me go. I started laughing. Pretty crazy. "Wow God. Thank you so much!" "That is the best cop ever!" No I didn't cry, I can't fake cry.
dad doesn't know, I don't think. Unless he reads my blog. Umm hi dad...

Thanks to Pats for hangin' out with a bunch of crazy kids Sunday night. (and for the alligator wrestling demonstration) Thanks to Suzie & Steph for hangin' with us. And to the Sutters for hosting us. (mrs. s I still can't believe the starbucks thing!!).

Post Script:
THANKS ALY for the new mini sharpie!! Thanks to the Bro's. I heard ya'll helped.
And for the smarties. Canadian smarties are way better than the U.S. kind. And for the note. I wrote you a letter after reading it. As for the sharpie, I carry it around in my pocket. It goes everywhere I do. Used it yesterday. During physical therapy I colored my right pinkie. (my left is always intact). Then my thumbnail. And i drew on my hand. It worked. I didn't notice the torture as much. :) Thanks for reminding us why we liked Vancouver so much.

~off for real this time~~


a conversation with patrick sczebel

Pat: "You're driving??!!"
Dams: "I've been driving."
Pat: "No way. You're too small to drive."
Dams: "?"
Pat: "People under 5 feet shouldn't be allowed to drive."
Dams: (pretending to be insulted) "I'm over 5ft!!!! I'm 5'2' AND a whole quarter!"
Pat: "Oh, sorry."

I unexpectedly ran into Mr. Pats at Metro last night. I knew he was in the conference room. And I was at the building for a deluge meeting but didn't expect to see him. As I walk by the conference room on my way to the car, George and Kyle walk out. So I ask George if their meeting is done, and when he says yes; I ask if Pat Sczebel is there. He says no. (hoser) Steve Cooke says"Yes he is, do you want to go in and say hi?" "heck ya!" So i said hi to pat and I was the first e-teamer to see him. HA. not like that means anything, i'm just using it as a bragging oppurtunity. that's all the excitment aroudn here.

thinking it's cool how God blesses us with little things is


setting sail. facing west.

This morning, our baby church was officially sent out. What a morning! What a paradox of sadness and tears and exhilaration.
How do you begin describing the myriad of emotions and thoughts? You look at the wet faces of your friends and realize you're crying a bit too. I don't want to paint the wrong picture. It's a good sad. After all, if the body of Christ didn't grieve when they separated it'd be wierd. As hard as it is to be leaving, I think it might be easier. We have the anticipation of adventure. Much more joy than sorrow. Oh, it truly was a joyous day. This was the beginning, the start of following God with no idea what's around the bend.
For me, reality set in immediately. As I walked in the door, it slammed into me like a freight train: "this is for real. We're actually leaving." I haven't really belonged here for a while, but it's still strange beyond all reason.

Viki sang "Mercies Anew" over us. Such a good reminder of where our strength and joy comes from.

Hopefully that made a little sense, and gave you a teensy taste of what went on today. I'm rather exhausted, emotionally and physically. Spiritually though, I can truly say that I'm soaring on the wings of eagles. God is good. I'll leave you with something a friend wrote. She gave it to me this morning and it's too good not to share. (i think so, as 2 of my favorite "loves" are the stars and the picture of Christ as our King.)
out into the sunset.

"Two stars once met in their swirling courses above
They rejoiced and shared a sisterly love
Together they cast thier silvery light
Illuminating the darkest of nights
The sisters watched as the earth spun round
Had adventures, delighting in the friendship they'd found
They confided in one another, sharing their hearts
Telling secrets and dreams, never thinking they'd part
But the high King of heaven had a different plan
For the lives of the stars He held in His hands
One was to stay and one was to go
Out into the universe, proclaiming high and low
The Works of the King, His strength and His might
Inviting all to come and fight the good fight
The stars were shocked, dismayed, aghast
Then they remembered His plan is best
Thier parting was sad, but all was not lost
They knew their paths were destined to cross
One day when the stars would no longer roam
The glorious King would call them all home
Then their golden rays would be refined
Their dross consumed, their past redefined
But until that wonderful, triumphant day
Each had an important part to play
In the kingdom of heaven, His magnificent realm
With Christ, the all-splendid King at the helm."
~a. s.~


Psalm 91

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.'
Surely He will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you make the Most High your dwelling--
even the Lord, who is my refuge--
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command His angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in thier hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
'Because he loves me,' says the Lord, 'I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.,
With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."

one of my favorite psalms. indeed, when the Lord is my strong tower there is nothing to fear, nothing to worry about, no need to wonder about the unknown. For He is good. He holds everything in the palms of His mighty hands. Even if I don't always understand why pain, sorrow and sickness happen when they do; I will rest in Him. For He knows and it's all a part of the tapestry He's forming. Sometimes it feels hard to be down here on earth. Because all we see is the bottom of the tapestry, seemingly threads of tangled chaos. But viewed from above it is a beautiful picture of His glory. I can't wait to get to heaven and see how my life is woven into this grand story of remdemtion.
To be home. To be done with battles, through with sin; and to see my King and Savior. What a wonderful thought. Oh, what a gloroius day that will be, when "the dream is ended, the night is over..."

~soaring on wings of grace,