Pamela Kobierecki

Beautiful!

Pamela — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 22:35:55 +0000

What a gorgeous fall day today!!!! My goal was to get the kiddos outside to enjoy it, so this morning I took the boys on a nature walk. We named the items we saw in Spanish so we were learning something as we walked. Leaves: hojas, tree:arbol…you get the picture. It was so much fun. Later on my Dad met us at the softball field and threw balls for Santina (8 years old) to practice hit. It was gorgeous. Now it’s 6:30 and I’m tired. A huge pile of laundry is looking at me cause I didn’t do any chores today. I don’t care. It was a beautiful day, filled with simple pleasures and the beauty of God’s creation. No regrets here!

Good Times!

Pamela — Sat, 14 May 2011 18:55:42 +0000

Well, I just had to say that it was so fun to rehearse with the musicians at the C.S. Methodist Church today. The group is a mix of professional musicians and volunteers. It was so great to see everyone work together. Several teenage girls from the church are singing with us and they sound fantastic! I am really proud of them. God is good. Every person brings their little bit of talent and God adds the rest. Can’t wait until the service tomorrow!

This World

Pamela — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 17:57:32 +0000

I am a little overwhelmed lately with so many problems around me. I have two friends who are going through terrible situations, through no fault of their own. The climate of the economy and the devaluing of the U.S. dollar are the constant topic of discussion between my hubby and me. Through it all I have to remember that this world is not my home. I will enjoy the good moments and pray about the bad ones, but this is all temporary stuff. Remind me, Lord, of what is eternal.

A Funny thing happened this morning….

Pamela — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 16:17:14 +0000

So, this morning my husband wakes up an hour early, comes into the bathroom where I’m getting ready, and has a look of panic on his face. He says, ” I’m so sorry. I forgot your birthday.” I stare at him blankly. He says,” Your birthday. It was the 12th, honey, we missed it.” For a second I am stunned. I’m thinking-”Wow, how did I forget my own birthday?” Then I say, “Wait, My birthday is in September. It’s January, Sweety. Go back to bed.” Paul says, “January. Oh, I must have had a bad dream.” Ha, ha! So, I guess I could’ve said, “Oh it’s all right. Grab the computer and we’ll order me a gift quick online.” Can I just say that I love my husband so very much. Today is my official unbirthday!

Give Him Your All

Pamela — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 21:24:42 +0000

Today I was thinking about a song by LaShun Pace called, “Complete.” It’s a great song. The chorus says over and over, “I am complete in Jesus.” As I listened to it over and over, it came to my mind that in order to be complete in Jesus, we must give ourselves to Him completely. We must not hold anything back. Every hurt, every pain, every memory must be turned over to Him who can heal any wound. Every ambition, every motivation, every dream must be exchanged for something much better: His desires, His destiny, His kingdom. When we are unsatisfied in this life, we need to yield to the one who can truly satisfy our thirst. He is the Living Water. He is all we need. Let us give ourselves completely to Jesus… and we will be COMPLETE IN JESUS.

Grateful to be a Mom

Pamela — Tue, 04 May 2010 19:21:32 +0000

So, it’s May and I’m thinking about Mother’s day. I have three kids: a seven year old girl, a two year old boy and a 4 month old baby. At home we have our normal noise and chaos, but venturing out beyond these four walls is a real challenge not to be taken lightly! You all can identify with a short grocery store trip. First, I have to prepare. I gather up my menu for the week, list, money, diaper bag, car keys, and quarters for the gum ball machine. Usually, both my guys in diapers choose to poop right before we step out the door, so I put down all my stuff, change two diapers, and them finally get them into the car. Once we get to the store, we have to pick one of those giant carts that holds more that one child plus groceries. Usually we pick “the car cart.” You know the one-looks like a car kids can drive, but it takes twice as much muscle power for me to push it. The wheels don’t turn correctly, so I have to use all my strength and my lamaze breathing techniques to go around every corner. I never remember to bring one of those nifty, quilted, cart covers to keep my infant free from grocery germs. (but I do see a lot of babies in those while I’m shopping-usually their moms’ only have one kid.) Then the usual stuff that everybody goes through happens: kids begging for goofy stuff we’ll never use like wine bottle stoppers and avocado holders!? Oh, wait, then the seven year old needs to use the bathroom- and “it IS an emergency, Mommy!” So, I park the car cart outside the grocery store lavatory, put my foot in the door to hold it open (’cause I don’t want to take the boys out of the cart, but I don’t want her alone in the restroom) try to reach across to the toilet paper holder and weave her a hygienic seat cover out of one-ply generic toilet tissue….and the adventures go on. It’s so funny, because people always make the same comment when we’re out, “looks like you’ve got your hands full!” I always respond the same way, “I had my hands empty for a lot of years, so now I’m happy to have them full!” I promise you all, that no matter how crazy the grocery store trips get-that statement is always true. Maybe waiting for my darlings made me appreciate them all the more. Around Mother’s Day I get very grateful. Grateful for the noise, grateful for the chaos, grateful that God called me to this wonderful ministry of being a Mom.

Not Me!

Pamela — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 20:01:07 +0000

Two nights ago I was in a rush making a special dinner for our anniversary celebration. It was my first time making lobster. My daughter, Santina, had made Happy Anniversary signs for the occasion and had set the table with our good china. In the middle of the preparations, Blaise, my newborn, woke up and needed to eat. I took a break from what I was doing to sit in the recliner and feed him. While I was sitting there, I kept hearing a scratchy kind of noise in the room behind me. I called out to my two year old, “Paul David, what are you doing?” No answer. Again I said, “Paul David, what’s going on?” After several more times of me asking and not getting a response I put the baby down and searched out my son. I found him hiding behind the playroom door with an empty bottle of sugar sprinkles (the kind you’d use to decorate sugar cookies.) I asked him, “what were ya doin?” He answered, “Nothin’, I not do nothin’.” A further investigation on my part discovered that he had carefully and painstakingly shaken purple sprinkles all over my kitchen and dining room floor, including under the table where the special china had been set. Ugh. I quickly cleaned up the mess and our dinner turned out fine, but even the next day when I asked Paul David about the incident his response was, “Not me!” (The next day it was cute…the anniversary evening-not so cute)

The phrase ,”Not me!” echoes somewhat through all of our human nature. We see politicians and athletes have marital problems and we whisper, “Not me!” to ourselves. We read about those who commit violent crimes and again say to ourselves, “Not me!” But sometimes we take it a little too far. We try to justify the little offenses we commit by telling ourselves, “well, I may have done this small sin, but I’m still better than the guy next door.” We may offer up our own version of the proud prayer from the Bible saying, “Thank you God that I’m not like those sinners (or abortionists, or gays or- gasp- democrats).” Although its true that we can always find a worse sinner than ourselves, that’s not what impresses God. If we remember the story of the Prodigal Son, we will see that the son who messed up, but approached the Father with a humble and repentant heart was more pleasing than the one who had never gone astray. God is pleased when we recognize that He is perfect, we are not.

I wrote the song titled, “Prodigal” with this type of heart attitude in mind. Putting myself in the story, I imagined myself as the wayward child coming home repentant. I thought of how many times in my life I had been wasteful of God’s gifts and fallen short of who He desired me to be. Then I imagined myself in the Prodigal Son’s place. Coming home expecting nothing. Knowing that being just a servant in my Father’s house was all I could hope for. Suddenly my reality is shaken as my Father runs toward me, lifts me from my crumpled position on the ground, and restores me to the position of His own child. What gratitude I feel, even now, as I think about this Bible story. Gratitude and humility. Much better in God’s eyes than the “not me” attitude we may be tempted to have.

Blaise Francis Kobierecki

Pamela — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 22:43:27 +0000

So, on Dec 31st, I looked down at my pregnant belly and I said, “ok, baby, Christmas is over, Santina’s birthday is over, company’s gone…you can come now if you want.” I promise you that I really said that! Two hours later I was in the hospital with my husband waiting to see if he would be born that day! At 6:00 the doctor told me that he thought I needed a c- section. Unfortunately I had just told Paul, my husband, to go home and pick up a couple of things I wanted for the hospital. The doctor let me wait until Paul got back to start the surgery. My other two deliveries had been natural, but I didn’t mind being told I needed an emergency c-section. My philosophy has always been, “If I go into the hospital pregnant, and come out of the hospital with a baby, who cares what happens in between!” So, Blaise Francis was born at 6:40pm on New Years Eve of 2009. He was 7lbs 11oz and 20 inches long. He is so cute! We think he looks a lot like my daughter Santina. We are all so very thankful to God for this beautiful new son! (Check out his pictures by clicking on the tab up top that says “baby blaise is here!”)

Expecting!

Pamela — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 21:21:52 +0000

I’m sitting here 9 months pregnant. I really understand why they call pregnancy, ”expecting.” Every twinge in my stomach stops me in my tracks as I wonder if it’s a contraction or not. My mind is filled with all kinds of emergency plans…”better take my cell phone into the bathroom with me in case I need my husband,” “what will I do if my water breaks at my daughter’s piano recital?” It’s a very exciting time for us! We know something wonderful is going to happen soon, we’re just not sure when.

Since its still the Christmas season, I can’t help but think about how the people of God were waiting for their Savior. They knew He was coming, but they were unsure about the exact time or place. Many saints of God never saw the promise come to pass while they were on the earth, but they didn’t give up. They held onto the promise that God had give them…and they were expecting Him to come.

I’d like to have some of that expecting type of faith. Knowing that God will help me through whatever comes my way…expecting Him to supply the answer, even if it’s not the exact way I thought He’d do it or at the exact time I thought the answer needed to come. I might not know what to do in so many life situations, but I know the One who will give me the strength to get through it.

Night At The Museum

admin — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:45:01 +0000

The other night I was sitting at my computer most of the night, while Santina (my 6 year 0ld) played the Wii, and 2 year old Paul jr watched “Night at the Museum” for the 45th time. (He calls it the dinosaur movie) Anyhow, by the time I was off the computer it was time for baths and bed. They were tired, so after a few quick prayers they fell asleep. I came back to my computer and thought, “wow, for somebody who really values her family time, I’m not sure tonight counted as me being with my kids.” We were in the same house, and I knew they were safe, but as we all interacted with our own separate “screen” we failed to interact with each other.

I want to make sure that I make it a priority to actually look them in the eye every night and converse with them. I’ve got to plan my evening activities so that there is time for stories on my lap before bed. That’s the kind of home life I always dreamed about having and no one can make it happen but me.

This ”lightbulb” that went on in my head about my family also went on in my heart about my Christianity. How often do I send up a “hi God” kind of prayer while I go about all of my activity. I know He’s with me, but I don’t truly “look Him in the eye” (so to speak) and converse about how precious He truly is. God is always there wanting to spend time with me. The variable is my attention to Him. The only one who can change it is me.

Just having children, or just being a child of God, shouldn’t be enough for me. I desire my relationships on earth to thrive, so I have to pour myself into them. I want my relationship with my Heavenly Father to thrive, so I must pour myself out to Him and let Him pour His Spirit into me.