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I’d like to ask you a question. Would you say that your life is mostly characterized by scarcity or abundance? 

Go ahead.  Look away from this text, look around, think about it, and answer the question.

Now, how did you determine your answer?  Did your mind instinctively review your possessions?  Your bank account?  The things you go without?  The things you wish you could give your kids?  Your charitable contributions?

Or did you think about your fears?  Did you think about all of your contingency plans?  Your failsafes?  Your probiotics, vitamins and exercise regiment?  Your 401K? The plans you’ve made to ensure that you’ll never have to ask for help…never be indebted to anyone…never have to ask for anything…never be at the mercy of anyone?

I’ll tell you what doesn’t make sense: a kid in a nice restaurant who won’t order anything because she doesn’t want to be a burden to her parents.

“No it’s ok…I’ll go hungry.  I don’t want you to have to provide for me”. (Suffers hunger pangs all night and worries about how she will get her next meal all on her own).

Scarcity.

Do you live this way?  I do.

I’ll give you a small example.

One of the ministries at Mountain Christian Church with which I am privileged to serve is called Shine.  Through Shine, our church is partnered with A. Montoya Elementary.  The purpose of this partnership is for us to work out our calling as people who have been infinitely loved by loving those within the A. Montoya community.  As we do that, we work to bring relief to the suffering and build bridges between ourselves and our community.  We get to support the school in the many things the staff and PTA do to educate and invest in the students there.  One recent event we had the privilege of participating in was A. Montoya’s Fall Festival.  Almost as soon as I found out about this event, I encountered my own attitude of scarcity.

First, I had a tough time with the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to attend the festival myself.  I am the coordinator of this ministry, and as such, am the one with the most connections, knowledge, and comfort at the school.  The idea of sending my friends in to serve without me made me very uneasy.  How would they know where to go?  Who to talk to?  Where to set up?  Who would be there to introduce them to people?  They wouldn’t know anyone and would just have to figure it out alone!  Without ME!  (I do see how ridiculous this is now, but at the time, these concerns seemed very valid).

Second, a brave friend of mine offered to run the cake walk at the festival.  We needed cakes to last for 2 hours of game play.  None of us was sure how many that would be, but we knew it would be A LOT.  The PTA president told us that in years past, they’d simply bought lots of cupcakes so that they could give one cupcake away with each cake walk round; because you know…otherwise, how would you have enough cakes to give away?  I was already nervous about that…about not having enough.  I ran this idea by my brave friend.

“Hmmm.  You know what?”, she said, “I’m hoping we can bless their socks off and do cakes.  I’m praying this morning for God to provide that.”

My brave friend lives with an attitude of abundance.  She must know of Someone who loves to provide.

We asked for cakes.

Let me tell you…I don’t know if anyone in the history of cake walks has ever sweated a cake walk so badly as I did.  For the next 2 weeks, I worried.  I apologized to my brave friend and the others who so generously stepped up to give their time at the festival for not being able to serve with them.  I felt guilty for asking them to be there, even though I wouldn’t be.  I came up with several plans on how to get more cakes to the school in the event that our church couldn’t provide enough.  I sent out announcements using every communication tool we have to attempt to get the word out that we needed cakes.

Scarcity.  As if it’s all up to me. As if I’m all alone.

I left on a trip with my husband, and prayed.  But my brave friend, she’d already prayed…long before I made my plans.  I prayed now, because there was nothing else I could do. 

As you see, an attitude of scarcity drives frantic action without guaranteed results.  “We need, we don’t have, we must act.”  By contrast, an attitude of abundance drives hope with joyful expectation.  “We need, He provides, we ask.” 

My brave friend didn’t show up at church at 7 a.m. the morning of the festival to see how many cakes she’d have to go out and buy.  She walked in an hour and a half before, just as she’d planned, and shed tears of joy at the abundance that she found.

75 cakes.  75 big, sugary cakes. That’s how many we had.

And some parents at A. Montoya…they brought more.  There were 92 cakes given away that night, the last one handed over at 7:00, the very last minute of the festival.  There were exactly enough cakes. 

God provided exactly what was needed; and He didn’t need any of my contingency plans, and He didn’t need us to lower our expectations.

What brings more joy to the parents of that kid in the restaurant…to see her enjoy their provision of a nice dinner for her, or to watch her starve herself? 

Friends…why do we starve ourselves and look frantically about us for fulfillment of our needs, when our Father is the giver of all good gifts?

My brave friend..I should really call her my faithful friend…and this cake walk have taught me something big about being thankful. 

If I insist on clinging to my attitude of scarcity, I rob myself of gifts my heavenly Father would be delighted to give me. 

I miss out on the relationship-building experience of coming to Him in my need and seeing Him provide. I become increasingly dependent upon myself, knowing full well my own inadequacy to provide for myself.  I choose anxiety over peace; fear over joy.

This month, as we ponder giving thanks, would you consider with me your attitude toward your Provider? 

Would you accept the challenge to pray first…to seek God’s provision first…before you fly into action? 

He is glorified when we rely on Him instead of on ourselves.  He is delighted to give, and is honored when our lives become a display of His goodness and generosity.  He is magnified when His provision becomes the source our daily joy and peace.

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” - John 10:10

As the new coordinator for the MCC Food Pantry, I have been busy with organizational tasks. Thankfully, the Food Pantry’s team of helpers contribute time and ideas to making this easier! We purged the pantry of food items past the “Best By” date. This left a lot of empty shelves so we put out a request for food to restock. Within a week, the Youth Group gathered enough food through the Scavenger Hunt to restock the pantry. What a blessing to get such a quick response to this need!

The next step:  find clients in need of food.  I was still thinking about how to go about this when God brought a person to us! A fellow team member and I were doing some re-organization in the pantry area. I said, “I’ll go ask Elizabeth about whether we should keep that item or not.” Footsteps on the stairs: Elizabeth appeared then, with a man who’d dropped by the church seeking help.

            “Whatever you ask for in prayer with faith, you will receive.” Matthew 21:22

What extraordinary timing! Mr. M. was passing through the area on his way to relocating in another state. He had a colorful--and violent--history. Yet I felt comfortable talking with him and getting to know his story. He stated that he was a new Christian and wanted to change his life. I encouraged him to seek support when he reached his destination; to get involved with a local church. We made a connection. He expressed astonishment at the help offered to him. Then he packed his motorcycle saddlebags with food and drove off.

This experience provoked some questions for me:  By not confronting Mr. M's story inconsistencies, did I reinforce the concept that church people are naive and easily manipulated?  Should I have been confrontive? Or witnessed more, explained more...how does one handle drop-in clients anyway?

God provided both a client and a learning experience at exactly the right time!

Click here to learn how you can serve the food pantry and what kind of donations are needed!

I learned about Operation Christmas Child 15 years ago. I was at McDonald’s with my cousin’s wife, Lisa. Our boys were playing on the red and yellow plastic slides and she took the Happy Meal doll and said she was going to put it in the box for “her” girl.

Knowing she had three busy boys (at that time 7, 6, & 4) I asked her what she meant and she explained the idea behind the Samaritan’s Purse ministry, Operation Christmas Child. I loved the idea! What a great thing for Gabriel and I to do together – buying small toys and sending them to a child who would otherwise have nothing to open! Including a Gospel tract in their language!

For several years Gabriel and I packed shoeboxes for children we’d never meet, in countries we had never been to, praying these small gifts would bring them joy and into a relationship with their Savior. Later, as I worked with teen girls, we included them on shopping and packing expeditions too. At the time I saw it as a fun project that hopefully introduced children to Jesus. 

Then I was invited to hear a guest speaker at the Operation Christmas Child “Kick-Off”… and it changed the way I viewed the ministry completely! The speaker's name was Nadia, and she was from Russia. She described life in the Russian orphanage as bleak, lonely, and at times horrific. The workers, she said, would force the children to fight each other and place wages on who would win. She was unloved, uncared for, and saw no future for herself.

But then one day, a woman showed up with shoeboxes filled with gifts! Nadia couldn’t believe it! Pencils, hair clips, toys, all for her? But what was most important to her was a toothbrush. She finally had her own toothbrush, one she didn’t have to share! After the woman left, the workers took the nicer things from the children, but Nadia hid her toothbrush.

Even more importantly, the workers couldn’t take from her the realization that there was someone on this planet who actually cared about her.

Why would someone care about her? Nadia was perplexed.

And it was at that time that she read the Gospel and learned about the Savior that loved her and that His love was so overpowering that it changed everything!

Like her, He had been beaten, abused, and abandoned. But He forgave and she needed to forgive, and the Holy Spirit brought life to her!

We all were weeping by the time she finished.

I wept for the neglect and pain; I wept for a glorious God who intervened.

After hearing Nadia I wanted to be a part of this in a way that I never had before. This was no longer just a fun, teachable moment; there is a real Gospel opportunity here.

Now, I don’t know about you, but a toothbrush is a really easy thing for me to come by. I have one to clean jewelry, one to scrub tile, and seem to acquire them. The practical thing that changed about my shoeboxes was that now every single one of them has a toothbrush, and when I have packing parties, every shoebox has to have one. It’s an iron-clad rule.

But even more so, now we pray before we shop. We pray as we pack. I pray throughout the year for who may have received the box. We include notes in the box – notes of love, hope, encouragement, and of course, Scripture.

It seems so small – just a shoebox filled with small toys and sent with a prayer - we may not know on this side of eternity whose hands He places them in – but I know He hears prayer and I know He is able to take a toothbrush and transform lives.

Click here to learn more about Operation Christmas Child. MCC will have shoeboxes available the next two Sunday's in-between services! Pick one up, fill it, pray over it and return it to the church by Sunday, November 5th and we will deliver it to a dropoff location!

Mothers of Preschoolers, MOPS.  

For me, the name elicits many things. For one, it is the mental image of a frazzled mom with a young child clinging to her side and maybe another strapped to her belly.  It is a weary mother who cannot seem to brush her own hair, though she has brushed her children’s. It is an exhausted momma who tries to keep a clean house, but fails regularly.  It is a woman, a mother, who might be tired, often overwhelmed, certainly underappreciated and likely underpaid.  She works hard, loves deeply, struggles mightily, and fights fiercely for those she loves. But still, too often she neglects her own needs and is left feeling empty.  This is one image I get when I hear Mothers of Preschoolers because…This. Is. Me. But this is only part of the story.

You see, there is another image that comes to mind when I hear the MOPS acronym, one of joy and of challenges shared.

After having attended MOPS for three years I see the image of a community of women and their children coming together to combine their strength, what is remaining of it, to combine their gifts, talents, ideas, and skills.

That together, these women would thrive; their burdens and joys shared!

Each woman content, knowing that there will be days when she is the one being carried through the messiness of life, and other days when she will be the one carrying! Much like Paul shared with the Corinthians, that both our abundance and need be shared.

“Our desire is not that others might be relieved while you are hard pressed, but that there might be equality—at the present time your plenty will supply what they need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. The goal is equality.”  -2 Corinthians 8: 13-14 (NIV)

Having seen and experienced the beauty of this community, of joys and burdens-shared, between mothers in the East Mountains I know that there is a transformation that happens as God uses a community of women to lift one another up. And as women, once we’ve experienced the hope, gratitude and strength of that generosity, it inspires us.

MOPS is about living lives intertwined.

It is about the hope given to other mothers in the middle of their struggle; whether it be the birth of a new baby, postpartum depression,  or health problems, MOPS moms have risen up to the challenge to provide for not just the basic needs, but also providing hope. 

I’ve seen God in our midst, as we are the served and the servant.

The MOPS community sends the resounding message that we are not alone in this marathon of motherhood and life. 

Instead, we persevere together. Friendship is born from this kind of space.  Stronger women and families emerge from this community because, though it can often feel lonely raising kids in your own home, you know you are not alone.

There are women here who have your back.

Visit MCC's MOPS page to learn more about this ministry.

“Your life is a lot like a quilt,” Barb said, “a masterpiece tapestry made by the Master Craftsman Himself, God.”

I was sitting in my kitchen, still in my pajamas, late in the morning, with a coffee cup in one hand and a phone in the other.  My two year-old hanging on my knee.  I thought, “Disordered tapestry, yes. Masterpiece, no.”

Barb Procter has spent years attending, and then facilitating, MCC Women’s Community Bible Studies.  I know she has been where I am now.  But more than that, I want to hear how she survived it.  What had studying the Word meant to her?  How had His presence made these times easier?  How had the relationships she developed, the moments of vulnerability, and the stories she heard from other women during these Bible studies helped her in the day-to-day?

As she spoke, I was reminded of Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to His purpose.”

Barb drew a beautiful word picture for me about how it is that God stitches together each experience, memory, and emotion to make something completely unique, completely you.

Yes, your life is like a beautiful tapestry; there might be days it feels more like a dishtowel than a masterpiece, but every single stitch, fabric, color and design are there for a reason.

Barb said, “The Lord weaves our lives together with wonderful colors of bright purple, royal blue, orange sunsets and yes, on occasion, darker colors too.”

While we may wish that every fabric was bright and beautiful, and mourn those dark colors, or hard times, there is a reason for those, too. In Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, we are reminded of this when He says, ‘Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven (Matthew 5:3).’  Barb reminded me that the tapestry of our lives wouldn’t look the same without these experiences.

I was taking notes as Barb continued, “Our life, this beautiful masterpiece, is a testimony of God’s work, in our lives. The stitches woven throughout our life, our quilt, are His Word; woven into every moment of our days, weeks, and years. It is the strong thread of His Word that holds it, and us, together.”

That image, this word picture, absolutely stuck with me and keeps me wondering what my tapestry will look like when it’s all said and done.  When I stand beside Jesus.

I have to think that it is good to consider where we are at. Are we spending enough time in prayer?  Enough time in the Word that He, our Master Craftsman, might stitch together the broken bits along with the brightest and most beautiful moments, the everyday and mundane?

What might he stitch together to bring something remarkable, Godly, and God-glorifying to and of our lives?

Is God, right now, weaving the experiences of your life together to make a unique tapestry?  Have you welcomed those stitches, the thread that weaves these experiences together, or have there been times when you wanted to pull them out? I’ve done both, sometimes on the same day!

My conversation with Barb has convinced me that there are women here who can help.  My mundane and terrifying is their melody and tenor.  And that the MCC Women’s Community Bible Study is just the place for our washrags to be transformed into tapestry. 

As Barb points me back to God’s constant and unchanging Word, I realize she is an example of how to thrive, not just survive.  My knowing that God is using every moment – even this one- to make a tapestry that I will laugh over, cry over, smile and sometimes mourn over, makes me happy to be His work of art. 

We have four amazing women's Bible studies at MCC going on right now! Today is the perfect day to get involved! Click here to see all the Women's Bible Study options!