The PF Women Team at our Annual Team Retreat ~ 2018 Today on Seth Godin's blog, he said: It's tempting to decide to make a profit first, then invest in training, people, facilities, promotion, customer service and most of all, doing important work. In general, though, it goes the other way. Yes, it does. If you are waiting to make a profit before you do these things, in my experience you're not going to make a profit. So many organizations, ministries and churches are struggling with financial issues. I know your pain. As anyone who follows our story knows, our ministry was in a ton of debt four years ago when I came on as director. Since that time, we've gotten out of debt and turned a profit every year. God has done amazing things through out team, for which we give Him the glory! I find that what Seth is saying here is absolutely true, with one disclaimer. For Christian leaders, spiritual disciplines must always be first. Before we started inve
Last night I went for a walk with a friend that was supposed to be about an hour but ended up to be much longer. We ended up going to her house to talk afterwards. I didn't really worry because Larry had taken Savanna to the Pirates spring training game, Dustin was working at the hospital, and Jordan was at the beach with his friends. I thought I'd be home long before any of them got back so I didn't bother to leave a note or anything but I did tell Larry I was going walking with a friend.
Jordan got back earlier than I did. He went through the house and saw that I was no where to be found, then called his Dad to ask where I was. Larry told him I had gone for a walk much earlier. Jordan got concerned and left and started looking through the neighborhood for me. He called my phone numerous times but I never got any of the calls because in our neighborhood they most often drop.
Twelve calls never went through. My phone never rang even once.
He went on his longboard throughout the whole neighborhood looking for me. In the midst of his frustration he saw a white conversion van approaching. He put up his hands in the middle of the street to stop the van and when the driver rolled down the window, he said to him, "I'm looking for my Mom. Have you seen any women walking around?" The man said no and Jordan said, "Listen, my Mom is missing. Do you mind if I check the back of your van?" (Yes, seriously!) The guy said, "Ummmmm....she's really not in here but sure, you're welcome to look...
He did.
Obviously I wasn't in there, but Jordan wasn't taking any chances.
Moments later after making the 13th call on his phone, he finally got ahold of me. I told him I was at the friend's house, two miles away. He said, "I'm on this street right now, looking for you! You've got me worried sick!"
I apologized profusely.
Two seconds later he was at the door and walked in to the friend's kitchen and hugged and kissed me and told me he was so glad I was okay.
I was so touched and realized once again just how blessed I am.
Jordan got back earlier than I did. He went through the house and saw that I was no where to be found, then called his Dad to ask where I was. Larry told him I had gone for a walk much earlier. Jordan got concerned and left and started looking through the neighborhood for me. He called my phone numerous times but I never got any of the calls because in our neighborhood they most often drop.
Twelve calls never went through. My phone never rang even once.
He went on his longboard throughout the whole neighborhood looking for me. In the midst of his frustration he saw a white conversion van approaching. He put up his hands in the middle of the street to stop the van and when the driver rolled down the window, he said to him, "I'm looking for my Mom. Have you seen any women walking around?" The man said no and Jordan said, "Listen, my Mom is missing. Do you mind if I check the back of your van?" (Yes, seriously!) The guy said, "Ummmmm....she's really not in here but sure, you're welcome to look...
He did.
Obviously I wasn't in there, but Jordan wasn't taking any chances.
Moments later after making the 13th call on his phone, he finally got ahold of me. I told him I was at the friend's house, two miles away. He said, "I'm on this street right now, looking for you! You've got me worried sick!"
I apologized profusely.
Two seconds later he was at the door and walked in to the friend's kitchen and hugged and kissed me and told me he was so glad I was okay.
I was so touched and realized once again just how blessed I am.
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| Jordan and me, dancing by the Christmas tree, December 2011 |
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