About Us

Not too much to say (at least not yet)... no long list of credentials... just a story that's worth sharing. I'm Adam Vaughan. My wife, Kelly, will also be sharing. We have 6 children. Our two sons, Lincoln and Tucker, have gone to be with the Lord. The remaining four with us are Emmiline, Eloise, Elliott and Charli. Charli is a triplet. Her brothers Lincoln and Tucker are identical twins. They're dancing with Jesus right now, and they're not sad about it at all!

Monday, April 30, 2012

dream weaver

Being a daughter of the King comes with many responsibilities and privileges...
As does being a momma.

Teaching my smalls to dream...
Teaching... out of the overflow of my own learning.
This is a big one...

I am still very much a student.

Being a dream weaver for the Kingdom...
Means I have to spend time learning about the King's heart.
It means longing to see what He sees...
Speaking that which is being revealed.
It can feel frightening when others speak big dreams over and into us...
Especially when we haven't learned the art of dreaming...
Even with big, powerful stories smiling behind us... 
Possibilities can seem terrifying...
When issued with the invitation to roll up our sleeves and partake in the dreaming...
The fire of fear can really rage...

But...
Overtime...
Something happens...
When others keep calling out what they see in us...
The shyness towards the wild begins to fade...
Joy takes it's rightful place...
We not only begin to believe the dream...
We start living out of truths unseen by our natural eyes.
Living out of faith dreams...

Before long...
Other changes start taking place.
We begin to clothe ourselves with the knowing power that is growing inside.

Desiring to partner with the vision surfaces...
Dreams go from distant...
To reality...
Oh... the beauty of quick studies...
Pretty soon they entice others with what they've learned...

Dreaming...
One of the best playgrounds...
Filled with belly butterflies...
World spinning...
Out of control...
Crazy... ALIVE... play.
Being alive is the best super power there is.

Crazy enough...
Those willing to risk and receive...
Guess what???
In the learning...
They begin to speak...
The language of dreams...

They take a turn at empowering...
Labeling with names that build community among the dreaming...
New names...
Ones laced with...
Super powers...
Super adventures...
And super sight...

All so dreaming might continue and thrive amidst the battles...
For... 
The enemy hates it when the young royals of The King...
Choose to be dreaming ones..
He is more than ok with religion...
He takes little offense to our rituals...
BUT...
He will fight to the death...
Against super powers... and Kingdom heroes.

Only our wild God  would choose to fulfill our deepest dreams...
As we esteem and speak out the dreaming in others...
Only our God!
He is the ultimate Dream Weaver...
His ways... so contradictory to the world...
So much higher than mine.
Thankful to serve a God that loves big dreams... 
Extra thankful...He would consider me worthy to speak His dreams...
Into the growing lives... marked for greatness.












Sunday, April 29, 2012

today

After weekly tilling and toiling...
Soak-filled rains...
Harsh elements...
And more moments spent waiting...
Longing to behold visions of the emerging...

We pause to see...
To celebrate the week's bright and colorful blooms...
To enjoy...
On the Sabbath...
We give our thanks...
We take in fruits...
The fragrance of the trinity fills Hope's house...
Expectation grows as the promise of more blooming is yet to come... 

Choosing not to wait for some far off dream...
But to FULLY LIVE out of the abundance of... 
Today!

Sabbath blessings,
The Hopefuls.





Saturday, April 28, 2012

Soli

As I spent time in the quiet of Hope's house today I took notice of my view...
Important heart desires painted in fancy print...
Inscribed on the focal point of our home...
Written so many years ago...
"Soli Deo Gloria"
For the Glory of God ALONE...

I paused with questioning...
"Do we really mean this?"
"Do we really hunger for His glory... ALONE?"
"Am I living this out or is it just a pretty, little painting that hangs on the mantle of my life?'

Thankful to say this is not just for decoration...
Though... at the time I did not know the cost of such a phrase...
I am seeing more and more what it looks like to live for His glory and not my own.

In my spirit I sing with the greats...
"Come make war... ON EVERY OTHER LOVER."

Desiring to be about Him ALONE...
To battle against the "Legions" trying to steal His rightful place.
He is a jealous God.
He won't relent...
So...
Instead of prolonging... I partner.

This idol factory has been clearing house for quite some time...
Some spaces still lurking with undesirable remnants...
Perpetual purging and purification... my only options.

I don't want to be a whitewashed tomb.
I don't want to be the beautifully decorated mantle with no fire inside.
Aesthetically pleasing...filled with dead embers...

I want to burn...
Burn... with passion bright...
A raging fire...
Affection erupting like volcanic activity...
David-dancing debris ejecting from my depths...
Love that cannot be contained...

No matter my location...
Public or private...
Eagerly inviting others to join in my madness.

Because as I yield myself to...
To the welding of our hearts.
The burn changes...
From painful to passionate...

Confessing... 
I could just as easily be like the Pharisees and scribes...
Honoring Him with my lips instead of my life.

Oh... how I hunger to do both...

Soli...
My heart for Him...  ALONE!
By process of The Refiners Fire. 












Friday, April 27, 2012

crazy eyes

Declarations...
Huge weapons in Kingdom battles.
Learning this art can leave me feeling like I am painting a Picasso with finger paints...
Retraining this ole' brain to conform... to take EVERY THOUGHT captive...
It is a big job.

Daily... I find myself straining to see through what the world would call crazy...
Every minute... longing for my wild vision to grow through these lenses...
Wanting to die to well-known striving... 
Tempted to seek clarity through these natural peepers.

Instead... 
I use my crazy eyes to see into circumstances that don't make sense...
Declaring His truths into the unseen... 
The all too many unknowns... 

Life...
It's enough to make any eyes google...

Another reason testimonies are so important...
Remembering+ His faithfulness=fertile soil.

Today... 
My family and I were blessed to spend time with a recounting expert...
She and her smalls have been an important part of our journey for over two years now...
Friendship birthed out of tragedy and triumph...

So thankful for The big hands that merge pain-filled stories...
For the faithful princess... a few steps down the road... faithfully teaching out of the 
tears of her own learning.

So... 
As the world tries to taint my view...
And gravity tugs on the eyes of my heart... 
I remember...
Those same strong arms... 
Always holding me tight.
The One who gave me new lenses and invites me to see with crazy eyes...

Graciously linking me with others who love and dance alongside...
Who ring around my rosies...
And willingly utter prayers of hope in the ashes...
When "all fall(s)" down...

Brothers and sisters like these remind...
My circumstances are not something I should try to escape...

I just need to remember to slip my specs back on.
My wild instruments...
Clarity conveyors...

Allowing me to see with smiling eyes... 
ALL the colorful bounty filling these arms from yesterday's unknowns...
Double portions of the miraculous...
When I celebrate what I have... room for more increases...
YES!

Wanting faith to increase.
Wanting to be faithFULL in the remembering.
It's important!

Putting my googly-glasses on today...
May magnification INCREASE!

"The weapons of our warfare they are MIGHTY THROUGH OUR GOD."
-Rick Pino











Thursday, April 26, 2012

hail storm

After sewing much seed in the sunshine of yesterday...
Today... we awoke to a dark hailstorm.
Wow!
That's about all I know to say.
All the beautiful and bright...
Planted and watered with love...
Potentially destroyed by the elements.

Yesterday...
Filled with rhythms of joy and sorrowful reminders...
Dancing together...
Unwanted notifications of what we know to be true.
It's hard to watch your smalls weep all day because they know what is coming.
This too... has become routine.

Today's storm speaks to me with valuable questions...
Will I let the realities of today trample the miraculous blooms of yesterday?
As Pastor prepares to leave in just a couple of hours...
Going for his longest trip yet...
What will be my focal point?

Sensing and believing that yesterday was a "filling my tank" day.
The next two weeks will be quite a journey...
Wanting to live in the powerful light of truth....
Especially when my path is paved with the slick...
And my lens can't focus through the blur of my own tears...
Again...
Mind renewal is my best offering.
To praise out of pain.
To trust and seek His goodness.
To learn in all conditions.
To rest FULLY in HIM!

My heart is full of longing in regards to many things...
Today...
Right now...
I desire to bring flashes of His bright light...
When only stormy dark surrounds.
For... this too is the day the Lord has made...
It is only fitting that I rejoice and be glad.

Still learning.





Wednesday, April 25, 2012

beautiful collision

Today...
Just like any other... an opportunity to live in and out of expectation.
A day for the unexpected...
A day when two worlds collide.

Some pastors from our church family in Dayton asked to come to Hope's House.
On their way to a conference... Following the Spirit's prompting...
They come in love... to encourage... to battle in prayer.

My heart is stirred.
My heart is blessed.
My heart is thankful.

Cherishing the reminder that He continues to create opportunities for armies to increase.
Stranger-brothers and sisters feeling compelled through JOY to commune in our waiting.
They come out of obedience.
They come out of calling.
They come out of choosing.

I learn from their faith acts of sewing seeds...
I humbly receive.
With their costly deposit...
We continue the investment...
Sewing seeds of our own... back into the soil.
Replenishing what the frost has stolen...
Making ready for the new to dwell...
IN HOPE'S FRUITFULNESS!

My Ohio family... stepping into my Ridgegate world.
Joining our wall marked with memories...
Claiming in faith... the ones yet to come...
Wondering what things broke off or began because of our sacred time?

Without a doubt...
I do know...
Love...
Was spoken through words...
Sung...
Through spontaneous songs of affection...
Received...
In prayer...
Through kind smiles and warm embraces...
And tokens of affection...
Today...
Filled with prophetic...
And miraculous encounters...
A day to pause... to watch our family enlarge across borders...
An important opportunity for me...
To see...
The big faith shoes He invites me to walk in...
Not just today...
Everyday... in every state... emotionally and physically.

So thankful for the eyes-aware He has given me and is growing in me...
In the midst of the wild activity that is my life... 
I take in...
I see...
I record...
I enjoy...
I ask for more...
And...
I say...
THANK YOU!
Especially for today...
An "on earth as it is in Heaven day."  
A day when two worlds collided!