The Joy of the Lord is My Strength

A song I learned as a kid will occasionally start playing in my mind.  I’m usually pretty thankful until I realize that it’s stuck and I can’t get it out.  Much like when I was teaching kindergarten.  There was a song for EVERYTHING – how to line up, how to spell, the days of the week, vowel sounds, cleaning up.  These songs were hard to shake, I could be anywhere and suddenly realize I was singing the “purple song” in my head!

What I’m thankful for, is a church, family, and school that taught me songs for Scripture.  They stick.  Years later they will pop into my head and I will remember God’s promises through song.  One that has recently been cycling through is the simple song that repeats, “The joy of the Lord is my strength.  He gives me living water and I thirst no more.”

I met the Clark Family in August of 2010.  I can say this song describes them.  Their family has endured tragedy after tragedy, but they still have joy.  They have lost a mother and have watched a sister endure three bone marrow transplants.  I believe their joy comes from the fact that they have tasted Living Water – Jesus.

Learning from our Little Ones

I have a little boy a little over a year old, AJ. He is the cutest and funniest, most challenging 2 foot person I know. I always have to be on guard. If the pantry closet is open, he is pulling the food off the shelves. When I pull him out to close the door, he throws a two year old quality fit (notice he has not reached that age, yet). If I am typing, he is pushing my buttons. . . literally. No matter how many “no no” s or redirecting or hand slaps, he still will look right at me and push the nearest key on the computer.

But when he falls into the toy box and I rush to help him out, or when he trips over the puppy’s paws and hits his head, or has a 102 fever, I am right there to see him through that trial and hold him until he is ready to play again. Sometimes he doesn’t know he is ready to play again. I will let go to let him walk on his own and he clings to me.  I have to show him things he is interested in and teach him how to play.

Isn’t this how our Heavenly Father is with us?  We constantly need hand slaps and redirection. He disciplines those he loves. But, when we are hurting and need to be carried, he is right there holding us and showing us, again how to live life.

Family Love

A couple of weeks ago, my friend Ashleigh called to ask if her friends the Fords could stay with us while coming to Memphis to pick up the child they were adopting. She continued to tell me that the baby was in the NICU – so this was a no-brainer – of course they could stay.

Jason and Jenny came to Memphis while Mark and I were out of town, and so were able to spend some great time with Tucker and Becky. Once we met them, we had so much love for them – they are a precious couple. In the midst of their stay here, God confirmed that they would be adopting a different baby – precious Myles who is so obviously a perfect fit for their family! Here’s their blog post about their stay at HFH – and the journalist in me wants you to know…

When Bella was diagnosed with cancer, I was in the process of training as a birth-assistant doula. I had read all of the required materials and had assisted in a few births to count toward my certification. I chose to halt the process when we learned of Bella’s illness, although lately I have wondered if there might be space for me to continue assisting births and new moms in the future!

And also…

Jason was integral in pushing us over to our new CRM, Highrise. He explained it to us, helped us set it up – a HUGE blessing and one that repays every day. More about 37signals in another post.

Helping with and loving on Myles was entirely our blessing, and Jason and Jenny are truly gifted and amazing parents. Read about it here.

“Food Grows in the Valley”

I was encouraged this Sunday during Pastor Loritts sermon on Matthew 4:1-11.  Jesus had just been baptized.  The Spirit had descended on Him like a dove, and the Father had expressed His GREAT love for Jesus.  The next sentence says THEN the Spirit led him into the wilderness.  I was encouraged for several reasons:

1. The Spirit led him there

2. We have the same Scriptures Christ used to battle the lies of Satan

3. Psalm 107:35-36 says, “He turns a desert into pools of water, a parched land into springs of water.  And there he lets the hungry dwell, and they establish a city to live in.”  He transforms a desolate place into a place for nourishment.

Teamwork

Several women have asked me lately, “Is it hard to work every day for your husband with Habitat for Hope?”

I often remark that it’s had both blessings and difficulties; that I am learning all the time.  But I rarely have time to expound on our history, which speaks into our ability to operate Habitat for Hope together.

Mark and I have been best friends since we were 15 – we’ve ‘dated’ over half our lives. When we were both 19, we were hired to manage a lovely little coffee shop called Kona’s Coffee Beanery in Wilmington, NC. We would open the shop and bake together at 5am – watching the sunrise – and open the doors at 7am to our faithful customers. We scheduled our college classes around our morning work schedule. Shortly after, the owners allowed us the privilege of opening their second location closer to our college campus. Additionally, they rented a small space to us in the shop for us to start our first ‘small business’ – Innersoul Creations.  We sold handmade clothes and jewelry – and tie dyed tshirts. I promise you this is not a joke. I think we still have the LLC receipt somewhere.

Once we were married (at the ripe age of 20) we did closed captioning typing together –we shared the work – and actually made decent money at this! When it came time for my thesis project, a one-act play – Mark jumped in as my technical director.  After our first child was born, Mark founded a company called Horrocks Consulting, which was quite successful in logo design and website creation. This was night/weekend work, and when we were overloaded, I jumped in here.  Once we began the process of founding HFH, we slowly dissolved Horrocks Consulting by sending jobs out to contract.

I share this because it’s sort of funny, but also because it speaks to a larger thing – Mark and I have been working as a team and playing off of each other’s strengths for 13 years.  Some things have obviously come easier to us because of our history together, but we have certainly had our difficulties.

One major hurdle we’ve faced is separating some sort of existence for our family from that of Habitat of Hope.  Since both of us live and breathe HFH all day long, and are entrenched in its work, it is very easy to let it encompass our reality.  We have made some concerted efforts over the past 12 months to distinguish ourselves from HFH – and the addition of incredibly valuable staff members has been the key component.

Another difficulty in our work pattern has been the inclusion of “others” into our circle of trust. Mark and I have functioned as a team for so long, typically tackling some pretty major projects together – that we can almost “forget” about those around us that desire to take part in the work of HFH.  As we have learned to delegate and value the important work of others around us – we have realized that this component gives us the framework we need to rest and separate ourselves for a time – so that we CAN come back into the life of Habitat for Hope and love families well, alongside each staff member that God has drawn to work here.

Growing, stretching and learning alongside you,
Mylissa Horrocks