Alone With My Thoughts

It’s a chilly, but unseasonable night. Raining outside and will be for the next day. I’m home alone with my girls, Sarah, Fiesta and Paige. Libby is with her family in Virginia. I would like to have gone with her, but the dictates of my job and the completed sale of my truck and picking up the Mustang for shipment have kept me back at home.

I had a bit of “God” happen today. I sold my truck, for less than I had wanted, but while talking with the young man, I found out he’s a Christian man. I felt like God sent him to not only buy my truck, but also to invite him to Kingdom Culture. He lives in Richlands and the only church he’s liked is in Swansboro. That’s a long drive to church. We rode by the First Baptist Family Life Center so he’d know where we meet and I showed him our building that is under renovation. Hurricane Flo did about $380k in damages to it. I feel we may see him and his family in church.

We are really short on bus drivers and could use some able bodied people willing to make some money while investing in the lives of our young people in our district. I won’t lie. It’s hard to deal with children and teens. I try to deal with it as best I can. I can only hope they absorb some of what I want them to know about discipline. Writing up a student isn’t my fun thing to do, but I have to remember that it’s because they broke a rule and I have to enforce them. Still, I have some I really enjoy seeing every day. I have one kindergartner lose his first tooth while waiting to leave the school in the afternoon earlier this week. Oh, it was bloody hell when he screamed and I looked over at him with blood around his mouth and on his hands, but we cleaned him up and all is well. Unfortunately we lost the tooth somewhere on the bus. It was his upper front. A day later he lost his other upper front at home.

Driving the bus is a no-brainer for me. I drove one in high school and the military and a city bus in years past. I even drove tractor-trailers. It’s probably the only job I can multi-task with. You have to watch for other traffic. Especially the ones who run the red lights at a stop. Then there’s the students who jump seats when they think you’re not looking. Their yelling doesn’t bother me for the most part. I’m hard of hearing. HA! And of course I have to watch that I do what I’m supposed to do during the drive time as well. Enough of work for a moment.

Another thought comes to mind. I knew from an early age I would minister the Word of God. But through my late fifties and early sixties I concluded I was done with it and looked at it as I had done what was required of me. Now in the past few years I’ve felt it coming back to me again. I’ve even told Libby I hear God say I will minister again. My problem was with where I was. Libby was hungry for more, although she dearly loves the people in “our” first church where we were married. So we felt God set us in another church and she grew exponentially, having read the entire Bible through almost to her second time. She’s very dedicated to that. She has been made fun of by some who know her well, speaking about her being a “Christian” woman, but I think it’s admirable of her. Yet I was not given the opportunity to minister as I felt the calling was. Now we recently were set in another church called Kingdom Culture Church. Now my time has come. I have been asked to minister the Word in a Bible Class in February. This will be the fruition of what I’ve been hearing and feeling the last couple of years or more.

From the day I met Pastor Tim Cavanaugh, I have felt a kindred spirit in him. He’s a go getter from the start. The vision he has is a big one and knowing God as I do from years of being a Christian I say “go for it”. Libby and I are behind him and the rest of the people under his care. His ministry is a continuation of a prophesy I heard many times in years gone by. The property the church bought was formerly Praise Tabernacle, then Kingdom Life. Now, it’s Kingdom Culture. The prophesy I heard spoken was in the first ministry was that it would build three times and then there would be further instruction. This church is that third building. God has allowed me to see that building and I thank Him for it.

So, that is my being alone with my thoughts for the evening. Random as they are.

About Jim

I'm a 72 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about seven thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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