Yesterday, I was away from New Vintage Church preaching as a guest at another church. Guess what? I missed our church. I always do. I miss seeing people I love and finding out what’s going on in their lives. I miss praying for them, and experiencing a taste of what God is doing in our church. Of course, there is something wonderful about the view of the breadth of His Kingdom God gives you when you’re away. But, there’s no place like home.
However, it hasn’t always been that way.
Here’s what’s on my mind this Friday morning: It’s been an incredible week in San Diego County. Fires have rampaged the areas near where nearly all our church members live throughout various parts of the County. CalFire’s base camp is at the park my girls play softball. I’m thankful that, as of yet, no NVC […]
Most of us have a psychic RAM that tries to remind us of the various things we have to do. In my former life I was a memory giant. I knew what I was supposed to do at what time, what projects I was working on, and what strategies needed to be implemented. It was […]