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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

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 excitmen

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

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 y