Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Church

Last Sunday, a friend attended his local church and was disheartened at the main points of the message. The service leader provided a sermon that was full of what NOT to do and how to SCORN those who have made or continue to make "poor" choices.  My friend listed the points and his disdain for the negativity, which made my blood begin to boil.  But the comments that followed were what moved me past anger, to utter sadness.  The comments were also filled with contempt, but the overall thought was, "And THAT is why I do not go to church anymore."

Now, what religion it was or where it was does not really matter.  I have regularly attended Baptist, Methodist, Greek Orthodox, Catholic, Pentecostal, and Non-Denominational churches and not one of their Bibles ever taught avoidance and/or hatred.

Jesus, himself, did just the opposite.  He loved in spite of one's past and protected those who were different.  That is what church is supposed to be!  How did our society miss this?  How did the gap between how Jesus "did" church and how we currently do it become so grand in size?  As I read the words of my acquaintance and of those I do not even know, I came to understand that this fact, truly, saddens me.

Church should be grace, and not judgment.  Church should be acceptance, and not prejudices.  Church should be support, and not shirking.  Church should be a place of laughter, fun, and fulfilment, not a place of dread, pain, or requirement.  Church, simply put, should be love; not a place to gather to review our abominations of others.

Well, at least that is what I learned that church is...and that is what the bible says church is....so, hence my assumptions about how, we, as the church are supposed to act.  I have a church like that.  In fact, its belief in church being a community is so strong, that it actually has the word "community" in its name. 

I am so blessed.  My children are so blessed.  For, this is a place filled with laughter, support, missions, entertainment, worship, ministry, guidance, and oh..so..much...love.  Do not misunderstand me...it is not a place where all reality is hidden and everything is smiles and parties.  Although fun and humor often prevail, that is not real life, not authenticity. And church is always a place to be authentic.  Being authentic, means telling the truth, not allowing wrongdoings, and sometimes, unfortunately, stepping on toes.  But when this is done through the church, through community, it should be done, not through anger or hatred, but through grace and love.

THAT is the difference that makes a church, a place where one WANTS TO BE at and a church, a place where one dreads. 

You do not ban someone from your church because they are considering an abortion.  You guide them, you support them, you TELL them, but you love them all the same.  You do not look on with disgust at the person who had an affair or clings to alcoholism. You offer advice possibly, but you always love them through it; irregardless.  This is what my church did for me...and does for others.  The poor choices of my past were not what defined me, the creation of who I am in Him, did.  My church, the way God Himself intended church to be, loves and supports your community, all of your community, 100%.   Real church remembers that tough love is still, indeed, love.

My concluding thought on this topic is that until I read those words of those strangers, who had felt judgment, I had forgotten that not everyone knows the utter peace that flows through a person when they know the love of Jesus through a community-filled church.  I guess I do not understand why one would continue to go to a place where they are not valued, challenged, and loved.  Clearly, I, also, forgot how people do not know how precious and amazing they are in the eyes of my Jesus.  

 But, now that I recall that not everyone is that lucky,  I will begin to pray harder and to serve more, so that every last person is given the opportunity.

The opportunity to love Jesus in a real, true, authentic church and to feel His love through it all.

Trust me, it is a chance that no one wants to miss out on.

And to all of those that have felt the ripping pain of judgment from "Christians" who claim to define love.... I apologize for the hurt and I beg of you to give 'church' another shot.  Just look for the ones who, undeniably, love like Jesus did...and still does.

Disclaimer: I must thank Powhatan Community Church, especially the leadership of Brian Hughes, Beth Stoddard, and of course, Sammy Frame.  Their passion for the church, the community church, is inspiring.


Monday, July 11, 2011

Summer 2011: Chapter Two

Milliseconds after the two hundred and some drop down Apollo's Chariot
After attempting for the past two summers, my nephew, Shawn was finally able to make the trek from Cuddy, Pennsylvania to visit us in Virginia.  He has been here before; but, that was when he was 7 years old.  So, we wanted to show him some of the greatest reasons to live in this adventurous state.  What better way than to head east towards Williamsburg, Norfolk, and ultimately, Virginia Beach.

It was a LOT to do in three days; most definitely a 'whirlwind' trip.  But, nonetheless, to us, another opportunity to vacation.

This one was incredibly special because I was able to spend a lot of quality time with Robyn, some thing I have not been able to do much since The Great Mexico Debacle. 

Family=Sunshine=Shopping=Eating=GIANT HAPPY HEART! 

It was another wonderful vacay a.k.a. mini-trip a.k.a. long distance adventure. 

I am ridiculously grateful for every memory.


All Aboaaaaarrrrrrd!

Terrific Tea Cup Tuesday
Escape from Pompeii: Wheeeeeee!

I have no idea how I captured this AMAZING shot.  But glad I did! ;o)

 Kelley's Kool Kids

 Yes, we have no bananas...
 Norfolk Naval Base

Hollyann and Austin..and Oscar The Grouch, of course..
The Gang's All Here
The BEST part!


Twins


Beautiful Bikers
Beach Quarters Rooftop Pool

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Water County, USA - Wave Pool

Underwater Shot!
Sissy and BroBro on Hubba Hubba Highway
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ - Enough Said.




Friday, July 1, 2011

Summer 2011: Chapter One

I have a passion; well, many passions, but this one particular obsession is my favorite.  It allows me to escape, to create memories with friends and family, and to capture time...in photographs.  Those who know me already know that I am speaking of V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N.

I love it.  I love it all.  The searching, the planning, the ultimate deal, the packing, the shopping FOR packing, the itinerary..I SAID THE INTINERARY...the traveling, the arrival, the hundreds of pictures, the adventures, the food, the laughter, the ultimate escape from life... just ALL of it!

I even love when I come home.  The clothes are unpacked, the laundry is done, the suitcase is back under the bed, and then I can sit and play with my photographs from "the trip".  Blogging, creating photo collages, posting them on Facebook, making and sending picture cards from Shutterfly are all part of the travel experience...for me, at least.  And every time I walk out of my door on a trip and each time I return, I am equally thankful for the chance to go.

Well, this summer I have the unique opportunity to travel a half dozen times.  Due to my still returning health, we have decided that I am not going to teach Summer School in July, but rather rest and rejuvenate.  I do this in no better way, than to travel.

Last week, I went on my first trip of the summer.  My husband and children stayed home and I traveled with a teenage girl from our church, Morgan, and we went to see an incredible family that recently moved to Delaware.  While there, the teenage girls and I slipped away for a night to The Boardwalk Plaza Hotel in Rehoboth Beach.  We felt like royalty.  It was amazing.  We laughed.  We shopped.  We ate.  We beached.  We hot tubbed. We saw my family.  We shared.  And of course, we snapped photos...166 to be exact.

In the spirit of loving my blog almost as much as I love vacations, I thought it fitting that I capture each of my trips with words and photos as the summer progresses. 

For, I may not be heading out to Hawaii or on a 3 week trek across Europe any time soon....but I am just as grateful for each time I get to say, "I'm going on vacation." and then I do just that.


Samara and Morgan


Boardwalk Plaza Hotel...It was amazing!


Bahama Mama


Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Boardwalk Bound


Yep. We're tourists...


Rehoboth Beach


Who doesn't like a Paratrooper spin!


Jax: Sons of Anarchy (We wish...)


Precious Sisters: Samara and Finley


A Woman I Adore: Sandy Moore


Sandy, Finley, and Chuck Moore


View from the bridge as we head home to Virginia

Monday, June 27, 2011

My Family

When you are a child and you say, "My family..." you are usually referring to your mom, dad, and possibly a sibling or two.  I know in this day and era, that family DEFINITELY has extremely different definitions to all.

But this was never the case for me. 

MY FAMILY, always has, and always will, refer to the brood of aunts, uncles, and cousins that are a direct result of my grandparents, John and Dorothy Deep.

Now, I love my children, husband, sister, brothers,...all of my immediate clan.  I truly, really, realllly do.  Bunches....

But I realized, after the treasure I was surprised with last week, that when I talk about Brian, Austin, Chloe that I use their names...or titles, like husband and children.

Because when I say "My Family"  I immediately get the visual of a dozen of us kids running around my grandparents backyard, while the adults stand around BSing, laughing, and just being...

I have always known what a gift it was to be a part of the Deep heritage.  I can recall as far back as my 2nd Birthday and even then, my stomach would get butterflies and my heart would beat faster, knowing the whole "family" was going to be together.  For, it is something special, that absolutely allllllll the $money$ in the world could never buy. 

It is a present that has had years of effort, love, and time put into....

Our lineage is like a river that slowly carves a design into the side of a mountain...it takes years to perfect and tweak... but at just one glance...the miraculous beauty is obvious and takes. your. breath. away.

And our family..my family...does just that.  The variety of personalities of all genders and ages...make up a masterpiece; one that despite all its flaws and challenges is truly a natural wonder.  I know that, before they became so frail, my grandparents looked out amongst the "new" dozen kids and plethoras of adult children with their spouses and thought about our dynasty like I do... W.O.W.  How did we get so lucky? To have all this love in one little strain of our bloodline??  They were...are...truly thankful for our relationships and so am I.

I am unbelievably grateful for each person and every memory that is in my DEEP ancestory.

So...

Last week, I went to visit some friends in Delaware.  Through a series of phone calls, emails, and realizations, it appeared that three of "us Deep cousins" were within an hours drive of each other. 

So, we spent the afternoon at the beach together. 

What a surprise!  One that I will treasure, for, as usual, I had an incredible and awesome afternoon with My Family.

By all means, many were missing, and at times there were pangs of nostalgia that caused a lump in our throats...for those that have passed... but irregardless, that ONE feeling, the one I remember from childhood, was still the same. 

Complete and utter contentment.

Why?

Because...

*We were together...laughing...eating...sharing.... 

*We all belonged. 

*We each talked (okay screamed) at the same time because we were too excited to be quiet. 

*We felt that foundation of family that was created so many decades ago... even on a beach in Maryland.

*We were living out our heritage in the fashion our grandparents so intended...living and laughing....with love being the centerpiece.

Siggggggh.  Big, fat, massively-content sigh.

I love them.  All of them.  And I thank God, from the bottom of my heart, for the generations of Deep's, both past, present, and future...and for the privilege to be a part of them. 

And I will continue to praise Him for every opportunity I get to spend time just being with My Family...









Jen, Brooke, Jeff, Michael, Braylen, Sherry, Logan, Mike, Kyle, Rylan, and ME!


Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Husband 2011

My husband is the most incredible man I know.

My husband loves me, every time, first.

My husband loves me so much he gives me that last 10%, even when he knows it's gonna hurt.

My husband loves me that much.

My husband is real and holds back zero punches, but his delivery is kind and soft.

My husband lets me wear his t-shirts.  Oh, how I love wearing his t-shirts...

My husband does the dishes because he WANTS to protect my eczema-laden hands from the water; not because he feels obligated.

My husband cares about my heart, my happiness, my health...every day.

My husband loves "our" kids just like the word our describes.

My husband wears corny t-shirts that "his kids" give him because he is oh so proud!

My husband provides. And then some...

My husband is our true gift from God.

My husband, as they say, is not perfect, but perfect for me.

My husband helped me learn and live the definition of happy.

My husband gives me so much love. 

My husbands has little words, but HUGE actions.

My husband does the laundry, the vacuuming, the dusting, the floors, the bathrooms, and makes all the beds.

My husband is the entertainment at sleepovers.

My husband talks to our kids about Jesus and urges the necessity to always love Him, first.

My husband has these dimples, and well, they make my knees weak...and well....you get the picture.

My husband is someone I fall in love with, for a new reason, every day.

My husband makes me LOVE the words 'my husband'...

My husband stood beside me through two years of hell on earth and never, ever complained.  He just did.

My husband knows LOVE is a verb if it is really to mean anything.

My husband worships his mommy...which makes him an even better man to his family.

My husband listens to me talk for as long as I need to.  Ummm...that is a loooonnnnggg time, too...

My husband spoils me completely, 110%, rotten.

My husband loves me through the little things...hummus, lime soda, tortilla chips, movies, nap opportunities...

My husband is honorable, trustworthy, and a clone of my father's personality...which makes him extra special.

My husband has a heart that is bigger than a small country.  Really...he does...

My husband is my greatest surprise...one I had almost given up hope of finding.

My husband is proof of what living out your faith does for your heart and happiness...

My husband makes me pinch myself every morning to see if this whole UNBELIEVABLY loved, content, safe, happy, and protected thing is real...

My husband just gave me the best year of my life. 

My husband deserves the best anniversary a man could ever have....but we are, how do they say it?...poor.  So he will just have to settle for what I can offer...my heart...through my words.

My husband will say..."Sure enough, Player. Beautiful,Player."

Then he will smile at me with those dimples...

**Sigh**

Happy Anniversary My Sweet Man!
"Dimples"

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Dear Dads...

It is known that it takes a village to raise a healthy, well-rounded child.  As on Mother's Day, tomorrow as we acknowledge the dads in our lives, I recognize that many "Dads" deserve a giant thank you from me.

So here goes...
Thank you to the dads who father my children as their own...
 Thank you to the dads who protect us, because, after all, you are "Big Al".
Thank you to the dads who teach them all as individuals how to be a team...
 Thank you to the dads who love me like their own....even though I wasn't...
 Thank you to the dads who adore everyone the same...every time...

Thank you to the dads that are ridiculously funny, but at the same time ridiculously filled with genius, love, and community...
 Thank you to the dads who want to spend time with their boy more than all the tea in China...
 Thank you to the dads that aren't afraid to show their own love...
Thank you to the dads who, through THE Father's whispers, teach us how to be GREAT dads...
Thank you to the dads who let you be who you are...even if that means we call you 'Johnny Boy'...
 Thank you to the dads who make little girl's hearts happy...
 Thank you to the uncles who take pride in being mini-daddies...
 Thank you to the dads who leave everlasting footprints on your heart...
Thank you to the dads who prove faith and love ARE enough...
 Thank you to the dads who love, protect, and play...
 Thank you to the dads that offer guidance and love in each breath...
 Thank you to the dads who aren't afraid to be vulnerable...
 Thank you to the dads of so many strands and experiences, that help make life one hell of an awesome roller coaster ride...
 Thank you to the dads who always put their families first...
 Thank you to the dads who say, "I do.  I do love you 100% as my own. Forever..."
 Thank you to the dads who embrace the miraculous gift they've been chosen to love...
 Thank you to all the step dads that show the kids how important it is to love the craziness outta the mom...
 Thank you to the dads who make fun a priority...
Thank you to the dads who give you a namesake, full of agape love, to live by...
Thank you to the dads who take their family to Disney, smiling the entire time, even when you have pneumonia...
 Thank you to the dads that love all the kids with all their heart...
 Thank you to the dads that show love by saying, "That's my boy..."
Thank you to the dads who love cotton candy more than the little ones...
Thank you to the dads who know the value of family vacations...
Thank you to the dads that do sleepovers...
 Thank you to the dads who aren't afraid to give away their hearts to little girls...
 Thank you to the dads who don't mind looking ridiculous if it makes your kids smile...
 Thanks to the dads who remember what it's like to be a kid...
 Thank you to the dads who know what's important...
 Thank you to the dads that make sports and consequently, commitment, a priority...
 Thank you to the dads who dig seeds out of pumpkins...in the rain...
 Thank you to the dads who dance...with their nephews...that they love to the sky and back...
 Thank you to the dads who are willing to take one for the team...
 Thank you to the dads who get THREE thumbs up...
Thank you to the dads that know beauty...on the outside, too...
Thank you to the dads that have dimples...and allow you to fall deeply in love with them each day...
Thank you to the dads who teach you to kill 'em with kindness, that anything worth its weight in gold is worth its risk, that hard work will and does pay off...if only in your conscience and...to always, always, always put family first.
 
Thank you to the dads that can no longer be here...but that place impressions on their bloodline anyway...

Thank you to the dads whom I miss,terribly; but whose infectious laugh I got to hear, while at the same time calling you Daddy, so it's okay...
Thank you to the dads who swoop in an allow God to use him as
 their 'miracle'.

And thank you to the Ultimate Dad: Our Father in Heaven...who was the FIRST sacrificial parent.  One who loves through so many venues and who deserves buckets of thanks for His fatherly love; as well as,  the many gifts He personally blessed me with as seen in the above photos...

I praise Him on this Father's Day and every day.

So, thanks Dads.  For lending a helping hand...and your complete heart.

Love,
Kelley