Our pastor and his family are gone. Those who wanted him gone are happy as larks. Those who didn’t are moving forward with a better understanding of what church people are capable of doing.
I often wonder if I’m a hypocrite or if I’m doing what God would have me do by staying. I don’t hate those who had aught against the pastor. I can’t find it in my heart to truly hate anyone. I want the best for them. I want God’s love and blessings in their life. I am aware of who and what most of the people are: I accept them as who they are. I don’t put my trust in people. My trust is in the Lord.
I feel that one-possibly more–are out to get me. Too many factors/comments/questions point in that direction. The Bible says that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. I claim that. So, just as with my pastor and his family, should ‘they’ whom ever ‘they’ are succeed in removing me from the physical church I attend; they will never remove me from the Lamb’s Book of Life. They will never dampen my spirit. I will continue to serve my God where ever I may be planted.
The secretary is told to be sue and check the bank statements to be sure no checks were made to cash. A bag of Fritos was taken; a bag intended to feed the people who bought chilli plates Sunday. The statement was made: It was JUST a bag of chips. A bag of chips the church paid for, a bag of chips intended for a Sunday fund raiser meal, a bag of chips which caused us to run out sooner than we would have. But it’s just a bag of chips.
Maybe a ugly reaction was expected. Nope. Wasn’t one. I was curious about where it went. More so since there were 2 dollars in a bowl in the kitchen-the amount of the bag of chips. No, that was for yard sale stuff.
I can’t help what others think or do or say. That is between them and God. I am only responsible for me. I have a hard enough keeping me where I need to be with God. I’m working hard on only saying what I would be able to say face to face with the person I am speaking about. I don’t always accomplish this; but I work on it.
February 19, 2017
Our church secretary resigned; or as far as I know secretary is all she resigned from.
It’s been coming. She’s been sick for a while. Her job duties have suffered. Her family wanted her to resign. She gave up the kitchen back last October/November.
*sigh* She’s been both easy and hard to work with—easy because she knows what she’s doing; hard because I never knew what I may say that would upset her.
I’ve examined my heart, my actions, even my attitudes. No, none have always been pure as the driven snow-but always an underlying desire to be kind has driven my actions. Have I griped from time to time when my bills and receipts were not forthcoming? Yes. I can’t do my job without the very things that make up my job.
But, I never could fuss at her about it. I knew she wasn’t well, and especially this past 9 months.
I’ve been accused of wanting her job and not speaking up for her. I pray if this is true, God will show me where and how. I can’t change the facts; I can do better in the future. We all grow and learn; regardless of how old we are. Help me continue to grow and learn.
Phone calls started my day off–calling to get Shan an appointment at the pediatricians. She hasn’t used them in several years, but her counselor wants her seeing this particular one for med evaluation. Got that set up and need to get shot record updated and records from current doc.
Cleaned some more in the tag shed, but still have a lot to do there. I keep getting interrupted.
Gina came and bought some plants and we sat and talked for almost 2 hours about the church. No one is truly happy with the preacher. When he came he put himself on every committee there was. Finally, the deacons took him off the committees and won’t let him be on them because everything must be done his way.
The pavilion still isn’t nearly finished for the same reason. No one will work with him because he wants everything done his way and often that’s the hardest way.
Terry went to clean fish around 3 and the girls and I worked on homework until 5. Then we shut it down and I took Ana to the meeting for cheerleaders. We have tickets to sell for a chance on a digi camera. Practice starts tomorrow evening at 5:30.
After the meeting, I came in, washed the dishes and mixed up the hushpuppies for the fish fry. Around 7, the girls and I were all bathed so we rode on over to the shed. Bruce, Nelson and Bill were all sitting there, about drunk arguing over a football bet. Nothing had been done toward starting the supper. Had it not been for the girls wanting fish so badly, I’d have come straight back home rather than sit there and listen to that crap.
But I stayed, and finally the fish was fried and after eating we came home.
Sunday, August 31, Ana helps Shandi choose an outfit for church. It’s a simple pink and white checked dress. It is set off by a white collar and the dress flows straight and simple down to mid calf. They top this attire off with a pink summer hat and pink shoes.
We arrive at church and get out of the truck. As we head toward the side door where the preacher stands to welcome members, he remarks to Shandi how nice she looks. She sweeps off her hat and curtsys low to him, then glides past him with head held high and shoulders back.
Down the hall we encounter 2 ladies who speak to the girls, especially remarking on Shandi’s hat. Again, she smiles that quiet smile, curtsys low and moves on-much like a queen acknowledging her followers.
Later on in church, during the offering, she gets her money from papa to put in the plate, then as normal, moves to the opposite end of the pew so that the attending deacons must pass the plate to her and she deposits her money and hands it off to the deacon at the other side of the pew.
Papa says, “She always goes to the wrong end. She could stay at this end of the pew and not make them pass the plate.”
I say, “Hush papa, she’s practicing. She feels important handing that plate off to the deacon; besides she may grow up to be our first woman deaconess here.”