Sitting before a hot cup of coffee. Exhausted, as usual. But…

I am so proud of my church. We worked today, another ImpACT project. See the paint on my hands? I was privileged to work all afternoon.

We went in two waves – one after 9:30 service, one after 11:00.

We blanketed Bell Road and the Powhatan Lakes neighborhood.

Twelve houses had agreed to participate.

We put all new windows in a home that had nothing but tarps over cracked and broken glass.

We painted entire houses.

We rebuilt decks.

Replaced toilets.

Pressure washed siding.


Spread mulch.

Removed trees and stumps.

Among other things….

And we met some awesome people.

At the house where I worked all day, the homeowner – Freddy – was a great and friendly guy. He told me that some of his neighbors scoffed at him. “Nobody does something for nothin’ “, they said.

He hugged me. “But I’m going back to tell them it’s true. Thank you so much.”

We helped people who could not help themselves with tasks that seemed insurrmountable in their eyes.

But nothing is impossible with God.

I feel a little like Michelle Obama, when she said, “For the first time in my adult life, I am really proud of my country.” I have been part of church after church since I became a Christ-follower. For the first time in my life, I’m part of a church that puts its money – and its sweat and blood and time and effort – where its mouth is. I’m part of a movement – a community – that values and honors the basic human dignity in every man and woman more than it does church attendance and offerings.

I am so proud of my church. I am so honored to be part of God’s kingdom. I am so thankful for my friends and fellow believers.

I am filled with gratitude.