As we move forward into the spring semester of MOPS, I wanted send a bit of encouragement your way. Each of you serves a unique purpose in your MOPS leadership role and MOPS International appreciates your efforts so very much. Without each of you, there wouldn't be MOPS. Thanks for touching the lives of mothers in your sphere of influence.
Field Leadership
In the coming months, groups will be selecting Steering Teams for next year. Current leaders will be evaluating if they are being called to serve another year or contemplating a new adventure in MOPS leadership. That new adventure is Field Leadership. Click this link to discover the many opportunities available in our area. If interested in finding out more about this fun volunteer opportunity, just email Ann Goade at anngoade@sbcglobal.net.
MOPS Leadership Summit
The MOPS Leadership Summit is coming to a church near you! April 2, 2011 from 9:30 am to 3 pm. Online registration opens January 19th. We are still in the process of securing sites, but hope to have one in Tyler, Midland and the DFW area. Check the MOPS website for more information. This is a great opportunity to network with other area leaders. Current & potential leaders are invited to join us.
Unique Opportunity
Past MOPS President, Elisa Morgan, will be speaking at the Christian Leadership Alliance Conference in April 2011. Below is more information regarding this conference. Please feel free to pass this information on to any and all women leaders of ministries or non-profit organization. The deadline has been extended until Feb. 15th for the current pricing. Use the code to receive both Elisa Morgan books and an invitation to a meet and greet with Elisa Morgan, Carolyn Custis James and other FullFill presenters.
A Video Blog from Elisa Morgan . Feel free to pass this message along to your friends!
And check out the latest issue of FullFill magazine online.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Twas The 1st Night of The New Year
Twas the first night of the new year and all through the house,
Stacks of Christmas returns mounted high including a much too small blouse.
All the stockings were packed in their boxes with care
With hopes that the spring cleaning fairy soon would be there.
The children ran wild, bouncing high off their beds
All of the sugarplums had rushed right to their heads.
Me in my jammies and Dad in his sweats
Sat stressed at the table, calculating our debts.
When from the back bedroom their arose such a clatter
We sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the bedroom we flew in a hurry,
Tore open the door and stood there with worry.
The room was all scattered with toys new and old,
Left no room to explain what our eyes did behold.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But our children laughing and playing without a single tear.
With all of the sharing and caring we got such a kick,
I knew in a moment, they must be sick!
Crazy it was, the friends they became,
I had no need to shout or call their middle names.
Their eyes, how they twinkled, their dimples, how sweet
Their cheeks red from laughing, the sounds couldn’t be beat.
My mouth hanging open turned from frown to smile,
Every frustrating moment was suddenly all worth the while.
We sprang back to the table, and just sat their smiling
We thought back to all the trouble, the heartache, the whining,
Neither one of us spoke too afraid to disrupt,
The joy we had found that no mess or debt could interrupt.
As we listened to the laughter, my hand he caressed,
Dad said, “Happy new year, my love, my how we are blessed.”
Stacks of Christmas returns mounted high including a much too small blouse.
All the stockings were packed in their boxes with care
With hopes that the spring cleaning fairy soon would be there.
The children ran wild, bouncing high off their beds
All of the sugarplums had rushed right to their heads.
Me in my jammies and Dad in his sweats
Sat stressed at the table, calculating our debts.
When from the back bedroom their arose such a clatter
We sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the bedroom we flew in a hurry,
Tore open the door and stood there with worry.
The room was all scattered with toys new and old,
Left no room to explain what our eyes did behold.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But our children laughing and playing without a single tear.
With all of the sharing and caring we got such a kick,
I knew in a moment, they must be sick!
Crazy it was, the friends they became,
I had no need to shout or call their middle names.
Their eyes, how they twinkled, their dimples, how sweet
Their cheeks red from laughing, the sounds couldn’t be beat.
My mouth hanging open turned from frown to smile,
Every frustrating moment was suddenly all worth the while.
We sprang back to the table, and just sat their smiling
We thought back to all the trouble, the heartache, the whining,
Neither one of us spoke too afraid to disrupt,
The joy we had found that no mess or debt could interrupt.
As we listened to the laughter, my hand he caressed,
Dad said, “Happy new year, my love, my how we are blessed.”
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