A Place to Call Home

Most everyone knows that Tim and I moved to Pflugerville back in December of 2007. Tim took a job up north in June of 2007 and was having to spend hours in traffic when we lived down south. We decided that Pflugerville was the closest and most affordable place for us to live. Unfortunately, we didn't expect gas prices to jump to $4.00 a gallon. We didn't think about it being expensive to drive down south to be with family and friends.

This weekend I really felt the weight of the distance. I have been attending Bannockburn Baptist Church since I was 4 years old... so almost 21 years!!! I was baptised at BBC, met Tim at BBC, got married at BBC.... you get the picture. I was practically raised at BBC. The family we have at BBC was one I don't think I fully appreciated until yesterday. Yesterday Tim and I went to a church in Round Rock that we had visited a few times since moving to P-ville. The church seems great and well founded, the people seem fun and friendly, but as I sat in my chair the feeling came over me that this place wasn't home. I suddenly felt very lonely and longed for Christian friendship... Last night Tim and I took Cooper for a walk and he told me that he got the feeling that Central wasn't the place for us. I was relieved that he had felt the same nudging. Unfortunately this means that we will have to keep looking for a new church home.

Here comes the feeling of loneliness again. I wish joining a new church was easy. I wish we could walk in and immediately strike up eternal friendships with Godly couples... but I know it doesn't really work that way. Tim and I are stuck in the middle of friends. We are losing touch with the church family we love so much at BBC, and we haven't found a new church family to fill in the gap. Christian friends are so important and I am longing to meet people close to us. I'm longing to find a church and church family that we can finally call home!

What's in a Name?

So I thought I should briefly explain the "P" in front of Fish Family. Back in December 2007 my hubby and I built a house out in Pflugerville, TX. It seems like every one in Pflugerville has changed the spelling of any words beginning with "F" to now begin with "Pf" to match the name of the town. We've got the Pizza and Wing Pfactory, the Pfamily Pfun day of Pfishing at the lake, the Pfighting Panthers of Pflugerville High..... you get the point. Everyone even has bumper stickers on their cars that just say "Pf"! Tim and I joked from the beginning that we should change our name to Pfish to fit in with the rest of the town, and the name kinda stuck! So there you have it... We are the Pfish Pfamily Pfrom Pflugerville!

Day One

I finally gave into the pressure of starting a blog. No one in particular pressured me to start one, I've just seen that several of my friends had.... so here I am. After the past few weeks I really decided that I needed a place to put all these thoughts I have during the day.

Within the last 4 weeks I lost a cousin in a car accident, my hubby's grandpa passed away, and I sat through the murder trial of the man convicted of killing another of my cousins in 2003. As I sat in my cubicle at work today I started thinking about life. Things happen, life happens, and I normally don't give much thought to the things going on around me. But for some reason this month, God has thrown life and death right in my face. Why did these people have to die? Now I can understand Grandpa.... he was 86..... but why did he have to suffer the way he did? Why did Evan have to die on his way to see his mom for Mother's Day? Why did Bryan have to be stabbed in the chest and left to bleed to death 150 miles from home? Why God? Why can't we all just go peacefully in our sleep after we have done all the wonderful things in life we wanted to?

And then it hits me..... Life isn't about Bryan, Evan, or Grandpa. Life isn't about me or what I want. Life is about God. Everything we do... our very life and existence is all for the Glory of God! And if everything is for the glory of God, then death is included. God used these people's lives and death to bring glory to Himself. Several unbelievers heard the Gospel message this past month as a direct result of these happenings. Several people felt God's presence, grace, and love all around them during these times. How selfish is it of me think that my wishes are more important than God's will! Of course we can mourn... of course we can grieve... of course we will miss these people, but God is at work through these circumstances. He has something bigger in mind and all I can do is praise Him.

Well, there you have it.... I know its kinda heavy for a first blog... but that was really weighing on me today!

Summer