The PF Women Team at our Annual Team Retreat ~ 2018 Today on Seth Godin's blog, he said: It's tempting to decide to make a profit first, then invest in training, people, facilities, promotion, customer service and most of all, doing important work. In general, though, it goes the other way. Yes, it does. If you are waiting to make a profit before you do these things, in my experience you're not going to make a profit. So many organizations, ministries and churches are struggling with financial issues. I know your pain. As anyone who follows our story knows, our ministry was in a ton of debt four years ago when I came on as director. Since that time, we've gotten out of debt and turned a profit every year. God has done amazing things through out team, for which we give Him the glory! I find that what Seth is saying here is absolutely true, with one disclaimer. For Christian leaders, spiritual disciplines must always be first. Before we started inve
I feel weird.
I mean weirder than usual.
I'm living on Zyrtec and Zicam after returning from NC with a bad cold. Last night before I preached I told the crowd, "Sorry for any accidental heresy that may come out tonight...I'm high on cold medication and really don't know what I might say..."
I have to do a bunch of church work today and tomorrow, plus handle four job seeker appointments, and somehow I'll manage this even though my head feels like it has about a million tiny push pins in it. I can't put off doing anything because I leave Thursday morning again for North Carolina for another few days of ministry. I can't put it off til' later, cuz there is no later...
So here I am blogging. I'm sure some may wonder, "why?"
If I'm so busy, why do I blog?
If I feel bad, why do I blog?
If I have other work sitting there that needs to be done, why do I take a break and blog?
Because this is an important daily reminder to me.
Last night I felt like a truck ran me over after I preached but I sat on the edge of the stage after the altar service for a long time and talked with a line of people who were waiting to talk to me. A few shared their pain, but most wanted to share their dreams. I always wonder why people share their dreams with me. It's not like I have the power to make most of them come true, although I have occasionally been able to give someone a connection that assisted in making their dream come true. When I can do that, of course, I do. But it's rare. Lots of times I've prayed a prayer that empowered them in some way and for that I'm ever grateful. But I realize it's God that did something for them, not me. By and large, when people share dreams and aspirations with me, I guess most times it just feels good to them. So I listen.
What I wish most people knew was that more than waiting in line to share their dream with me, what would really help them more is to wake up every day and remind themselves of their dream. There's nothing more powerful than that, other than telling God.
This is why I wake up every day and blog no matter what. I'm reminding myself.
I mean weirder than usual.
I'm living on Zyrtec and Zicam after returning from NC with a bad cold. Last night before I preached I told the crowd, "Sorry for any accidental heresy that may come out tonight...I'm high on cold medication and really don't know what I might say..."
I have to do a bunch of church work today and tomorrow, plus handle four job seeker appointments, and somehow I'll manage this even though my head feels like it has about a million tiny push pins in it. I can't put off doing anything because I leave Thursday morning again for North Carolina for another few days of ministry. I can't put it off til' later, cuz there is no later...
So here I am blogging. I'm sure some may wonder, "why?"
If I'm so busy, why do I blog?
If I feel bad, why do I blog?
If I have other work sitting there that needs to be done, why do I take a break and blog?
Because this is an important daily reminder to me.
Last night I felt like a truck ran me over after I preached but I sat on the edge of the stage after the altar service for a long time and talked with a line of people who were waiting to talk to me. A few shared their pain, but most wanted to share their dreams. I always wonder why people share their dreams with me. It's not like I have the power to make most of them come true, although I have occasionally been able to give someone a connection that assisted in making their dream come true. When I can do that, of course, I do. But it's rare. Lots of times I've prayed a prayer that empowered them in some way and for that I'm ever grateful. But I realize it's God that did something for them, not me. By and large, when people share dreams and aspirations with me, I guess most times it just feels good to them. So I listen.
What I wish most people knew was that more than waiting in line to share their dream with me, what would really help them more is to wake up every day and remind themselves of their dream. There's nothing more powerful than that, other than telling God.
This is why I wake up every day and blog no matter what. I'm reminding myself.
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