Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Psalm 32:8 The LORD says, "I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you."

I am drawn to Psalm 32:8 because I am between a rock and a hard place needing the Lord's guidance and direction. In January, I will be done teaching at Our Redeemer's Christian School. After several months of prayer and study, I am still unsure of what or where I am to do or go.

My ear is pressed to the ground, my mind is open to many possibilities, my heart is still and patient, but heaven is silent. If money and medical insurance were not needed commodities (the rock), I would continue coaching volleyball at Our Redeemer's and write (the hard place). Logic requires a real job until the dream job can take flight but a real job with its demands will steal the time needed to pursue the dream. What am I to do?

Psalm 32:8 promises that the Lord will guide us along the best pathway and that is something I hold on to with all abandon. I desire His best because it is there I know He will use me to His fullest. It requires a lot of trust and patience on my part not to forge ahead clinging to the security medical insurance and money provides. I don't want an Ishmael job or ministry--I desire an Isaac one because I know when the Israelites harbored between their rock (the Red Sea) and a hard place (the Egyptian army), God was there, at just the right time, with His best path.

God Moments

I (Sherry) am reading a new book by Bruce Wilkinson, You Were Born For This. The stories are amazing as he reveals how God would like to work in each of our lives with everyday miracles. Not the walk on water and healing type of miracles but the meeting a need kind of miracles. I am not very far in the book but it has caused me to ponder, reflect, and pursue my reading of it.

Beth Moore, (another favorite author/speaker of mine) talks about God's delights. Everyday, she asks God to show her His delight and He responds with amazing things.

Things like this stir my heart to look for God more (practicing His presence) in everyday life. Yesterday while driving to work, I prayed for help with my hectic schedule. Within minutes, I spotted a flock of geese flying in a V formation and knew God was speaking to my heart. If you know the importance of that V-like formation, you will know what I mean.

Today, God placed someone in my life to bless me by doing something I was responsible for which saved me a considerable amount of time. Two days in a row, I have been blessed because I know these are God moments whereby only He could orchestrate the timing and delivery of such messages. He sees, He hears, and He cares.

The continuous fight for the fame

Have you ever made a suggestion or had an idea only to watch someone else get the credit for it? How did it make you feel? This happened to me recently with the church we attend and I can tell you how it made me feel...sad, frustrated, angry, hurt and most of all I wanted to be validated. I think the reason I felt so strongly about this was because it was a larger group of people, and I wanted to impress them. I wanted them to know I was the one with the idea so that they would continue to include me when they were making decisons. I wanted to make a good impression on them. I didn't need the pat on the backs or the accolade, but I did want the respect that would have come. I replayed different scenarios over and over in my mind how I would make it work. How I would set them straight. For almost a week this consumed me. After talking with my husband, Tim, he continued to remind me that the important thing was that the idea was leading to a better church and overall that was really what we wanted. It didn't matter who had the idea only that it had been considered, prayed about, and implemented. I knew he was right and resolved to let it go.

Last night I was reading Philippians 2:3-4 (NLT), "Don't be selfish; don't live to make a good impression on others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourself. Don't think only about your own affairs, but be interested in others, too, and what they are doing."

Immediately I was reminded about my idea at the church. My motives behind it were pure. I really was looking at how the church could be better and that is when the idea came into my mind. I didn't think I was doing it to make a good impression on others or thinking about my own affairs; yet, I realized when the idea was used and the credit wasn't given how much my sin nature did play into it. My motives weren't all pure. I wasn't being completely humble. I wasn't just concerned about the affairs of others.

How hard are these words of God through Paul in Philippians to live out? Honestly, if they weren't coming from Paul himself it would be easy to dismiss them. But at this point Paul had been put in prison, beaten, exiled, tortured all more than once for the name of Christ. He really was an example to us of how this looked and it was all because he was following the example that Christ left for him. Continuing in Philippians it says,

"Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:

Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,

but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness.

And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death--even death on a cross!

Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,

that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,

and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. "

I know that my lesson is far from being over. I'm continuously desiring to make my name great-- to have the glory, the fame. My prayer is that God would help me to see those times and remind me of His sacrifice and example, and that I would learn to look at others through His eyes.

(Stephanie)

The Love of a Family

At a Friday night football game for the ORCS knights.

All five of the grandchildren in their first picture together.

(l to r: Kemper 7mo; Kaiya 2 1/2 yr; Allie 1 yr.; Tavia 2 1/2 yr; Cohen 2 weeks)

The beautiful trio of granddaughters

Our handsome grandsons

DaNae, our daughter from Florida, arrived in Minot just in time to watch my Our Redeemer's volleyball girls compete against Velva. Her seven-month old son Kemper came to North Dakota with her and we did a lot of running (sometimes literally). I love when all the brothers and sisters can be together, but it can reach chaotic levels when their children (five of them, all 2 years old and under) congregate in one room.

One night, it reached unbelievable proportions. I was trying to make supper and it was one fight after another. With countless toys around the living room, the bathroom (tub toys), and the basement, the girls found the one toy they all had to have at the same time. After we (moms and dads) discussed the need to share, the fight would subside -- well, until one of them found a new toy that they all wanted at the same time. This continued for most of the evening and I wondered (in my spirit) how people could possibly believe we don't have a sin nature!

I love these little ones and look forward to the next time we are all together. What they did in no way changed how I feel about any of them. It is easy to excuse the behavior, because it has been quite the week -- late nights, lots of activities, and few quality naps. My love for them is beyond words to describe the overwhelming emotions that stir within my heart.

I picture God just like that. When we, as adults, are fighting about things we can not have and about things we do not want to share with behavior that reflects anything but Christ-like. And yet, nothing can separate us from His love.

Romans 8:38-39 "For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Even when our sinful nature makes a wrong decision, nothing...absolutely nothing...will be able to separate us from His love. I pray you will be encourage today with this tremendous promise!

Living a life of worship Part II

Worship= worth-ship...to give worth to

If I truly look at the definition of what worship really is I have to admit I'm in a lot of trouble. I give worth to a lot of things. I give worth to my kids, the way I look, my money, my priorities--the list goes on.

Romans 12:1 says, "So here's what I want you to do. God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life-- your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life-- and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him." (The Message Bible)

Like I stated in my last blog I remember reading this verse my junior year in college and it all clicked. I finally really understood that worship was NOT about me. It was NOT about a style of music I prefered in church or about the way or form in which we sang. Worship to God is about what I do...all the time. The way that I interact with a co-worker while at work is worship. The way that I spend my money is worship. The way that I talk to my spouse or kids is worship. Every single thing I do shows what I am giving "worth" to.

David Morris in his book A Lifestyle of Worship says, "My life belongs to God and what I do in worship to God is a reflection of who I am, but more importantly, whose I am."

When Romans 12 states to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, as our spiritual act of worship. It means all the time. My worship is what I do every day in the private and mundane activities. Yes, even when I'm grocery shopping I'm worshipping. I'm a reflection of God even in those moments. May our worship today be pleasing to Him.

Martha is Back

I want to apologize for our absence. Stephanie and I have both entered into a whirlwind of a schedule with my coaching and her officiating. We are gone almost every night of the week and on many weekends.

We do not want to lose touch with you, so we will continue to post only twice a week until we get through the volleyball craze! I will post on Tuesday and Stephanie on Thursday.

Thanks so much for your patience as we attend to the many tasks ahead of us. Through it all, we pray that our Mary spirit still attends to the things that are most important -- our rest in Him -- King of Kings, Lord of Lords, our ROCK!

Let Music Speak

I know Stephanie is the music buff, but I have found it to be a life line, per se, especially during difficult times in my life. Our kids grew up with contemporary Christian music blarring throughout the house -- I loved listening to so many different artists. Often I felt like a song was tailored made for me. The words lined up in a way that expressed my hearts' sediments. Other songs caused me to stop what I was doing (usually cleaning), and spend time in worship. Some songs carried a peppy beat providing the energy to continue with the cleaning!

Obviously, you learn artists encounter much of the same life issues that we deal with. I Will Praise You in the Storm by Casting Crowns, hits a cord with almost every believer because of the many trials that go before us. Same Girl by Twila Paris, revolutionized how I looked at my mother-in-law while caring for her. East from West by Casting Crowns just causes me to be thankful, thankful, thankful for forgiveness of sin.

My current favorite is a song by Kari Jobe, My Beloved. The love the Father has for us is beyond comprehension, and his desire, delight, and pleasure is in US (make a request to Kirsten, our local DJ at KHRT to play it)!

I encourage you to turn on your radio to a Christian setting, and absorb the benefits of the Word in song. It can change your disposition to one of thankfulness, surrender, and adoration.

Living a life of worship Part I

Romans 12:1, "Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy to offer your bodies as living sacrifices holy and pleasing to God-- this is your spiritual act of worship."

I absolutely LOVE this verse. I remember reading it often not fully grasping all that it was saying until my junior year in college. I was a Biblical Studies major at a small college in Fullerton, CA. Each semester we would write a 10-15 page exegetical paper which would look closely at a group of verses, analyze how they applied to the original audience, and draw a application to how we can apply it to our lives today. Even though it was a lot of hard work, I enjoyed writing these papers as I gathered a wealth of knowledge about the scriptures.

All this to say that I came to realize that this verse spoke on what real worship is. I'm going to be doing a series of blogs that will dig a little bit deeper into this verse and invite you to check back to dive in with me. It is by far one of my favorite verses, and I can't wait to share why. Talk to you soon. -Stephanie

Life Story

I want to go back to a life story fit for a song blog and my blessing blog. As I have reflected on both of these, I can see how related they are. If we, as believers work on blessing others, our lives would be fit for a song.

One year while hosting the junior varsity volleyball tournament at Our Redeemer's Christian School, I had an encounter with the value of a blessing. My team was playing against Bismarck in the old gym (for those of you who are not acquainted with the old gym - it has orange carpet on it - and yes, it provides for some nasty rug burns). A girl from the Bismarck team sneezed, and almost immediately Kirsten from our team said to her, "God bless you."

It was my responsibility to coach and run the tournament, and as I was placing teams into the tournament bracket, the coach from Bismarck came over to talk with me. She proceeded to tell me how much her girls liked my girls because they were so nice and kind. She then told me about the sneezing incident and the sincerity of the "God bless you" statement from one of my girls. I knew it had to be Kirsten and I checked to confirm - yep!

A simple and kind word was spoken and it made a tremendous impact on a group of girls that had no idea what their opponents were like. They drew a positive conclusion from a sincere "God bless you."

What if every time we said "God bless you" to someone, we really stopped and prayed for a blessing to pour out on them. That God's favor would be evident on their life and they would be changed as a result. All I know is that this one spoken "God bless you" made a profound difference for a bunch of girls from Bismarck.

So when I tell you to have a blessed week, I am going to pray that God will bless any and all of you who read our blogs with good health, ordered steps when trying to get so much done in a day, guidance or direction in decisions (big or small), and an opportunity to bless someone else.
When blessing others becomes a priority in our lives, I am sure it is then our life story will be fit for a song!

Light at the End of the Tunnel

On our way to Fargo to see Beth Moore last week, I could not help but notice the skyline. You could distinctly draw a horizontal line dividing cloud cover from clear sky. Even when we were a couple of miles off in the overcast, gray, and dark atmosphere, we could see sunshine ahead. As we drove further east, we came to a spot in the road where we met that division. It was really cool!

In 1986-87, my life centered around an overcast, gray, and dark atmosphere. But while I lived in that tunnel, I could not see any light - no break from the circumstances that engulfed me. My in-laws both lost their health--June, became a double leg amputee and Oliver fell over one day from a massive stroke, completely paralyzed on the left side and no speech. June moved in with us, but a couple weeks later, George, my husband, left to work out of state leaving me with June and our three children at 6, 5, and 4 years of age. My days consisted of the nursing home visits, social service office visits, disability office visits, doctors office visits, lawyer office visits and real estate office visits as their farm of 42 years was up for sale. It was a crazy and overwhelming time.

June and I spent our nights talking about the Lord, reading the Word, and listening to many childhood stories -- mostly hers and those of my husband and his siblings. We grew very close as we depended on the Lord and encouraged one another during these trying times.

One morning while clearing a path from the freshly fallen snow so I could get June and the wheelchair to the car, I broke down crying and pleading for the Lord to provide some light. He did. Later that afternoon, June received a phone call from her eldest son Dale, a pastor living hundreds of miles away. He just accepted a call to Mayville, North Dakota and the plans were to get a power of attorney over both Oliver and June so he could handle the legal issues of selling the farm and getting things ready for an auction. I can not express the relief this provided not only for me, but also for June. His move to North Dakota provided enough light for the next step in the journey. Enough light to be reminded that God did not abandon us. Enough light to have hope renewed.

If you find yourself in one of those tunnels with little or no light on the horizon, hang in there. God is faithful. 1 Timothy 2:13, "if we are faithless, he will remain faithful, for he cannot disown himself."

May the son shine soon!

What walls will you tear down?

So this past weekend Tim, myself and the girls got the chance to get away one last time before school starts. For those of you who don't know my husband, Tim, is a school teacher. We went to Albertville, MN to visit his brother and sister-in-law. It was a great time just to get away, be with family, and spend some time enjoying each other.

Monday we took off to come home at about 3pm. With various stops to see some more relatives, filling up on gas, and keeping a newly potty trained toddler from having an accident, we didn't get home until about 2:30 a.m. While we were traveling home we were listening to some of the music that I downloaded from iTunes which included the new Hillsong United album Tear Down the Walls. Every once in a while with a new album there is a particular song that resonate with where I am at in my walk with Christ and become my theme. This happened Monday night while listening to the title track "Tear Down the Walls."

Take a moment to read and meditate on this wonderful message so eloquently portrayed:

Verse 1
Tear down the walls see the world
Is there something we have missed
Turn from ourselves Look beyond
There is so much more than this

Pre-chorus
And I don’t need to see it to believe it
I don’t need to see it to believe it
Cause I can’t shake this
Fire deep inside my heart

Verse 2
Look to the skies hope arise
See His majesty revealed
More than this life there is love
There is hope and this is real

Chorus
This life is Yours and hope is rising
As Your glory floods our hearts
Let love tear down these walls
That all creation would
Come back to You
It’s all for You

Your Name is glorious , Glorious
Your love is changing us, Calling us
To worship in spirit and in truth
As all creation returns to You

Bridge
Oh for all the sons and daughters
Who are walking in the darkness
You are calling us to lead them back to You
We will see Your spirit rising
As the lost come out of hiding
Every heart will see this hope we have in You

So often as Christians we don't realize how much our love has to do with leading people to God. People are watching us. Especially if they know that we are Christians they watch us even more. Are we living lives that show Christ's love? Are we showing them Christ's love? There is an old worship chorus that says, "they will know we are Christians by our love by our love...and they'll know we are Christians by our love." Yet so often when you ask people about Christians the last word they would use to describe us is love. They would say we are hypocrites, judgemental, self-righteous, preachy and many other negative things. We've all hear it said that actions speak louder than words.

I was convicted and challenged by the message in this song. Reminded that Jesus commanded us of this in John 15:12-13, "My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. " My prayer is that God will help me tear down the walls I've built in my own life that keep people at a distance--that keep them from seeing the hope that is within me, and that I will love people like He did.

Life Story Fit For a Song

I can not get this out of my mind--doI have a life story fit for a song? Beth Moore really brought a message home this past weekend when I attended the Living Proof Conference. The praise and worship was fantastic, but the spoken Word through Beth has caused me to think about my life.

Beth referred to Judges 4 and 5. It is the same story, just that Judges 5 is a song of what happened in Judges 4. Look it up and tell me what you think.

Unexpected Blessing

I just got back from two days in South Dakota and a lot of speaking. As I set out to minister, I am continually amazed at what the Lord accomplishes. I left Minot all prayed up. My ipod had the latest praise and worship songs uploaded on it (check out Kari Jobi -- wonderful, wonderful, wonderful), and podcast teachings from Mike Erie at Rockharbor Church in California (Stephanie's pastor when she lived there).

My plan when I went was to prayerfully change lives. I give a salvation message and speak about my testimony and how I came to make a decision for Christ. However, so often when I speak, I am the one truly blessed by the people the Lord puts in my path. Perfect strangers--yet bonded with a love that is indescribable in human terms.

I felt the same way when I went to the Proverbs 31 Conference in North Carolina. Six hundred women with an unquenchable thirst for God and a desire to bless others by writing or speaking. It was a blast to worship together, cry together, and extend friendship united on one central thing -- Jesus Christ. Everything revolved around what we are for and not what we oppose. No denominational, ethnic, or social differences. Just the love of Christ lived out in earthly tents.

It has to please God to see the body of Christ surrendered to what is most important--"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself. All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments." Matthew 22:37-40

In all honesty, whenever I try to be a blessing for someone else, the Lord instead causes me to inherit one. He is so good!

A Big Mistake!

Hey it's me, Sherry. Stephanie is getting ready to go on vacation, and asked if I would write the blog today.

Sunday night while babysitting my granddaughters, Kaiya and Allie, I decided to color my hair. What a mistake -- a Big Mistake! I choose a medium brown color shown on the box and got a "gothic" black result. I totally panicked, ran to the computer, googled died my hair too dark, and went to work trying to lighten the brassy black from my hair.

The first suggestions on the web page were out of the question because I knew Stephanie did not have any of those products just laying around the house (it was 12:30 a.m. so running to the local hair salon was not an option). I read advice about several different ways to lighten the color and started with Dawn dish soap. After leaving that solution in place for 20 minutes, I rinsed and it was still too dark. I then scoured her cupboards to find olive oil. One suggestion on the web site was olive oil and mayonnaise. Stephanie had Miracle Whip in the refrigerator but now I wondered, does Miracle Whip work or does it have to be real mayonnaise? Realizing I have nothing to lose at this time, I concocted the mixture of both and applied. After ten minutes, the oil started to drip off my hair and onto Stephanie's borrowed shirt. Does olive oil stain? Soon I rinsed off that solution and still, too dark. I did not know whether to laugh or cry. Instead, I opted for solution number three, which was dandruff shampoo because of its higher level of sulfates. Saturating my hair once more, I soaked for another twenty minutes. After rinse number of four, my hair was still too black. I surrendered to the dark, the dark hair and the dark of night, and went to bed.

Monday started off with several calls to those who I thought could help me with my dilemma. Advised to keep washing in several applications of Dawn, my hair did not lighten to my satisfaction. Around mid-afternoon, a decision to put in highlights resurrected, and a friend, of the beautician nature,(thanks Jolene!) came over to help. Bottom line--my hair is dark, the highlights break it up a bit, and it is going to be a long several months.

What a mistake -- a BIG mistake! Sin can be just like that--unintentional and dark. We can do everything possible to wash it out but there is only one solution. That is the blood of Jesus Christ. 1 John 1:9 states, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness."

Once we admit our sin (mistakes), Christ will forgive and it is like we never sinned. Too bad that does not work on hair.

Welcome

Hi everyone,

So glad you dropped by our blog! Stephanie and I are excited about the opportunities and plans God has for us as we step out obediently in ministry. We will be taking turns posting three blogs a week. I will post on Mondays and Fridays, and Stephanie will talk to you on Wednesdays.

Stephanie and I would love to build a community of members and visitors that can stop by and leave comments about the things we will be sharing. Your insights are valuable to us.

If you have someone you would like to share this with, please feel free to forward the address. This is a great ministry tool, and we pray you will look forward to following our posts.

See you around!

Fighting for Position

Volleyball starts in a little over a week, and the girls will be vying for a position on the varsity, jv, and c teams. As my coaching assistants, Kara and Brittany help me make determinations of who will play where, we will watch our athletes fight for a position. When I think about how hard some of the girls have prepared with acceleration programs, open gyms, and volleyball camps--the time, the fortitude and tenacity, the commitment and dedication, I know breaking the news of team selections will be difficult. Someone is always hurt when denied that prized position when they have worked so hard to get one.

I wonder how much more we would hear from God if we worked as hard to get in a position to hear from Him. If giving the same time, fortitude and tenacity, commitment and dedication, what could our relationship with Him be like?

Instead of feeling like our relationship with God is one-sided because we usually do all the talking, we could know God more, we could know the direction He wants us to take, we could be very close friends. John 15:15b "I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you."

As my volleyball season is around the bend and the competition begins, I pray we will fight for a position -- a position where we will readily and expectantly hear from God -- a prized position. And the best news is we will never be denied.

No one said anything about calluses

So I picked up my guitar today having to dust off the cob webs and put new strings on. Yes, it has been that long since I’ve played. Kaiya and Allie have enjoyed plunking on the guitar while hidden in my closet. After tuning, I sat down to play a few chords of a song I had written years ago. I lasted fifteen minutes. I looked down at my fingers all sore, red, and starting to swell. They are definitely not in guitar playing mode.

I laughed as I was reminded about how disciplined a good musician has to be. It caught me off guard how this parallels to my walk with Christ. How easy it is to coast it out and rely on what I have previously learned without putting a lot of practice in to keeping it up. After a while without practice, the calluses I formed while playing begin to soften on my hands. Much like how my attitude or life can begin to conform to the things as my heart softens in my relationship with Christ. When I don’t keep disciplined in my relationship with God I find myself not being quick on remembering verses like I used to or even hearing the voice of God, because I’m not in tune like I used to be - I have become soft. Sooner or later, the guitar gets put in the closet, only temporarily, until I realize cob webs have begun to form and my calluses are gone.

The hard part about calluses is they don’t form overnight. I’m not going to be able to play my guitar much longer tomorrow than I did today, yet with a disciplined schedule of a little practice every day I know it will pay off. As for my relationship with God, I know I need to be disciplined to be in His Word each day and spend time communicating with Him through prayer. Our relationship with Him takes work just like it says in His Word.

Hebrews 12:1-2, “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” In the chapter it later says in verse 11, “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.”

Yes, this Christian walk does take a lot of perseverance, disciple, and plain hard work, yet this verse reminds us that it wasn’t easy for Christ when He was here. His road was so much harder than mine. He endured beatings, fatigue, the weight of the world on His shoulders and ultimately death. When I think about that a few calluses aren’t so bad.

Bringing Home Mary

I (Sherry) have returned from a Proverbs 31 Women's Conference in Concord, North Carolina. What an amazing blessing not only for me, but for several of the women I got the priviledge of brushing shoulders with.
Today, as I reflect on what impacted me the most, outside of making new friendships, is leaving Martha behind and bringing Mary home. If you know about the Martha/Mary story in the Bible, you know where I am headed.
When I finished the 2008-2009 school year, I discovered myself burned out beyond imagination. You hear about people burning out but surmise that it does not include you. You can do it all. That superwoman syndrome over and over. Right when you feel you released your cape, you find yourself flying once again from this to that and that to this. When will we learn ladies?
I know my Martha has been complaining to God with many "Tell them to help me Jesus!" tantrums. Instead, I now leave Martha in North Carolina for a couple of weeks so that I can sit at the feet of my Jesus. Will you join me?

Up and Running

So much has happened in the last few days. I (Stephanie) have been busy getting the web page and blogspot going in the midst of two little girls who still need their mommy time too. Needless to say, my house is a disaster. I finished the business cards this morning and they are off to the printers just in time. The Proverbs 31 woman conference mom is going to be attending starts tomorrow. Both of us are overjoyed with this opportunity and the fact that it is actually happening. God is good.

Here are our new business cards...