Shock Family Revival!

The Parson's House is having Revival!

Well, we haven't really got to the Revive part yet, we're still just in the "darkest hour is just before the dawn" stage.

Three days ago, we began a 40-day sacrifice as a family.  We are all four fasting in some form (Daniel, no meat, etc.).  We met a few days before we began and talked about our goals and prayer requests for this fast and what we are praying to see in the Spirit.

As part of our fast, we are making a Special Effort to meet as a Family once each day for 15 minutes and share what we feel God has laid on our heart for the family that day.

The  Parson's Daughter immediately christened this time "Shock Family Revival" or "SFR" for short.

Bless Her Heart.

The first morning, we met at 8:00 a.m. Some were dressed and chirpy, others were bleary-eyed with bed-head.  It was a sight.  NO pictures.  Don't even ask.  But The Parson delivered a beautiful Word which kept us inspired the rest of the day. (I even posted about it on Facebook: "The high calling is never realized on the low road." Love that! It's from Terry Shock's twitter, but since he isn't on Facebook, I'm sharing it here. That was his thought to us in our family devotion this morning. I DO love a man that will speak such wisdom to the four of us in a family room..)


Yesterday was one of the Can Until Can't days, so everybody Rushed into the Family Room at 5 pm to hear Me (The Good Wife) deliver her word for the day.  It had a lot to do with Talents and Fulfilling Our Potential.  I do believe that it Ministered. . .


Today was another one of Those Days.  The Friday Schedule called for Hither and Yon, so Shock Family Revival (SFR) was scheduled for 7:45 a.m.  (In case you haven't figured it out, we have Rotating Evangelists--The Parson, The Good Wife, The Parson's Daughter, and The Parson's Son).  If you are good at interpreting patterns, you can tell who was the Evangelist scheduled for today's SFR.)


Unfortunately, today's Evangelist slept through the Revival service and we were left Bereft--not knowing what was what.  


What to do?  Well, a Quick Prayer for Safety, Blessings, and Thankfulness and we were off to School, Simulcasts, and Airports!


Tomorrow's is scheduled for 10 p.m. . . .

January Blessings

The Homeplace has had more than its share of Blessings this year already.


Due to canceled flights and long goodbys, one Monday Family Night in January was made much richer by the presence of several guests from different parts of the world who are helping to spread the Good News!

We ate, we laughed, we talked...and we listened.  I was thankful that our House had the privilege of extending hospitality to some of God's Family.  The stories, the inspiration, and the faith that flowed throughout the rooms created an energy of faith that has lasted several weeks.

Heaven will be a wonderful place.  Because when you mix us all together, the Family of God is a marvelous thing.

Perfection?

Although it's not a new revelation, every now and then I am surprised at the realization of how many people expect Perfection to ooze from The Parson's House.  It's okay.  We aren't in Crisis.  Our World is spinning normally and in control.  Nobody is mad at us that I know of.  But inadvertent Little Comments made blithely in passing give one a glimpse into this Realm of Thought Reality which does exist although we prefer not to think about it.

We DO strive to make every decision a Right Decision.

We DO strive to live lives as Godly Examples that are described within the Word.

We DO strive to make the right Call on Black and White and Gray (and Purple and Pink and Red).

We DO strive to love Everybody.

We DO try really, really hard to not get Tired or Hungry or Irritable.

But, since we have Two Teenagers and Two Middle Agers all co-inhabiting one dwelling and we are made of Flesh and Blood, that is not always possible.

So, yeah.  Perfection doesn't live here.  Although we HAVE extended the invitation. . .

More Snow!

...and this time it was a Hum Dinger!

It started with 24 hours of Sleet, then about 12 hours of Real Snow.

The People down here in Dixie were ecstatic. Roads closed, schools closed, businesses closed -- just about everything closed.

A Day of Celebration ensued complete with Soup, Smiles, Sledding, and Snow People.

The Parson's House turned into a Thomas Kincaid painting and the People Inside were content.