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!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

morsels

Thinking about the power of morsels today.  Most days I am haunted by this heart that longs to offer just a morsel... something of beauty... something of worth.  I hunger to nourish my smalls... my pastor and those around me.  It is a deep longing.  I see the Provider at work in the pangs of my soul.  

My soul was awakened with joy as I read how when Abraham was sitting out by his tent in the heat of the day he encountered 3 holy men.  His first desire was to offer... he begged... please come dwell.. come rest... let me serve... rehydrate... wash.. let me bring my morsel so you can be refueled.

Abraham and I are the same in this way.  We are desperate to offer.  We want our morsels to be worthy of community.

He has given me abundance... and I so want to offer... this year it is the risky blessing from my mouth.
offering all I have to HIM and to HIS.

This morning is a restful one.  No hurry.  No rush.  I am delighted by the slow.  No striving... just living out of the plenty and sharing... people BEST receive in REST... I am learning that lesson.  

Others receive richly when I offer out of the bounty He has given instead of what my striving manufactures.  Oh, may I learn this lesson well.  I still excel at striving...  it is a temptation that dies hard.
SO thankful for the strong hands that sing over me... His tune gives me courage to keep offering my morsels.

My eyes see like Abraham... my morsels bless when I offer them.
The Bread and me together make the perfect recipe for so many fruits.

Little ones see and express the value of offerings... they do so freely and with great delight.  And, again, I am hungry to offer more.

So wild that as we pour out we want to pour out more.  This is of my soul.  He pours in, and I pour out.  I want to be a vessel of rushing water.  Water that spills forth all of Him...all over.

In the morning rest I see the value of offering my morsels... morsels that are missing things the world values but are rich with life.  Those with hunger receive and are blessed.  They eat and are filled.

Morsels... things I have so often hidden because I didn't value them enough... now I see... it's in the morsels that my truest offerings have the greatest Kingdom impact.

My song of today is one that sings, "thanks," for  a Pastor that enters the Holy on my behalf...
A Pastor that sings, leads and partners.... His song is one of truth, and He sings without compromise.

It is also a song of celebrating morsels...
for they fill the hands of the next generation... 
and that brings a smile to my heart and a grin to my face... and He sings over me...
keep offering...

Morsels and rest... amen!








Friday, January 6, 2012

brought out...

This morning as I read I was struck by another call to remember.  It is a call I too quickly forget!  As I spent some time in Genesis the eyes of my heart were opened as I read the words... "I am a the Lord who brought you out."  I remember reading these words in other places as well... especially with the Israelites.  They,  like me, needed lots of reminding.

Today is a day of  singing and remembering.  A day to say thanks for what the Lord has brought me out of.  As I shared our story of loss this morning with a stranger-friend I breathed a breath of "thanks."   I recalled.  I remembered.  I shared, and I praised for where I am today.

I recognize that I am living in the sacred.  I have the gift of seeing and realizing God's presence.  I enjoy inviting Him and singing in earth's sanctuary alongside Heaven.
I must be honest... I am still a shackle-wearing singer.  My freedom has been paid for, but my heart isn't fully functioning out of that truth.  I pray for freedom with all my heart and know that transformation is underway... 

and, my very reflection is changing in the Son's light.
Some days I forget my song.  What a gift I have in Good Pastor.  He is my constant reminder.  A remembering one when I forget.
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I do pray that my song offering will be fragrant with remembering.   For I have much goodness to recall. 

MUCH! 

The seemingly good and the heart-breakingly hard.

My song... the story that my heart tells... honors and delights the KING... how can this be?  My little song blesses Him...  in return He pours out His rays of presence and power... and I am changed all the more.  Love expressed changes people.

The wood... the cross... His love... His light... the holes filled with metal... it sparkles with glory, and I can't help but be infatuated... and so I bring the case that prompts my song, and I let Him touch...  The beauty of the cross is everywhere.
In my story... remembering means lots of processing... so much that it makes my very brain hurt.  But, I have learned to embrace the "process,"  for I find it is there that God often chooses to speak the new.

I love to hear Him speak.  I love to hear Him say, "Remember."  I love it when He calls me by the new...
Today, I celebrate that God has brought me out of so much... sin, despair, depravity, death, destruction,  separation and SILENCE.  

He is the God of new hearts... new names... new lands and new songs...

Singing a song of remembering and thanks...
What a SAVIOR!
  




Thursday, January 5, 2012

cast again

As this princess laid her head to rest last night... I was processing worship in the midst of tragic loss.  I was praying for a family that had just announced rest over their four year old prince.  It had been a messy, tear-stained battle.  The war was over, but the devastation still remains... it remains everywhere.  My heart aches.  My very soul is called to process...

How do we press on?  How do we hope?  How do we twirl at the graveside and sing over the sick?  How to we offer fully who we are out of the brokenness that consumes?  How do we worship the King clothed in our rags of pain?

As I spend precious moments seeking I am silent with the heavy.

The hard truth is there is no formula.... no antidote... no quick trip to the supernatural mind nor a mind to outwit hurt.

Here I am... Christ in me... fully on earth with heaven's heart within...  alive with relationship with a Heavenly God...
called...
in the midst of exhaustion that comes from fishing in the tossing waves... ache that surfaces with the empty nets... I hear Him... He says cast again...

I am not concerned with the why... I am not even concerned with the how... My heart speaks... help.

Be the heart in me that desires another toss... be the arms that gather the nets... be the voice that commands vision... be the hands that lower the net... be the Spirit that HOPES AND EXPECTS for nets that break with abundance...

in the midst of the storm... in the midst of the calm... I need.

So as I sit here in the calm waters of today...
I remember the tossing and shake another momma's waters.  Her overflow is from her eyes and heart... no doubt she feels she might drown.   So I offer my song...  I sing for another who can't use her voice today.  I will put song to her unspoken, heart-words.

I will cry out a song of HOPE for the hope-growing.

Being hopeful doesn't mean we don't hurt... it means we live in obedient expectation that His good is eminent.  It is here.  We fully feel, and we fully know.

When Simon Peter was lovingly asked... "cast again."  I sense the Brother-King saying, "hope some more."  When you are tired... when it doesn't make sense... when you are being covered up by the waves of your weeping... know and rest... the abundance is right here... right under your very boat... cast deep into the sea of hope.  Cast deep, expect, and be filled until your net breaks... not from ache but from excess.

More of you... that is what I cry.

HE is the HOPE in us, and HE is the HOPE for us.

He is the Beginning and the End... the Answer and the Question...

storms always come... they do.... it's been raining hard since Eden's first storm, and it shall continue until  Eden is new.

The crumb I offer today is the one I have been feasting on for almost the past two years...
remembering valuable stories of three's... life taking and life giving...
when my boat is about to capsize... I shall call out... Help!  I shall ask for His heart.  I shall cry... lake-fulls... I shall offer all of me and ask for all of Him in return.  I shall cast out and seek in the depths.... and rest, knowing my nets shall be filled with overflowing...

songs of HOPE.
Praying for Hope for the body today... the broken, the needy, the hungry, the longing, the crying and the laughter-filled,  the learned and the learning, the fear-full and fear-less,  for the hopeless and hope-hungry...

Hope that rests assured His beauty can be seen even when being masked by wild death... It is always there.

I sing today for you and for me.  For those voices being consumed by brokenness... I sing.
and I cast again.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

without love

Today Pastor's wife is full of pondering.  As I continue to sing and consider my Father's desire for me I am reminded of the greater.  If I am alive with song and many other admirable giftings but have not love... my song just adds to the racket.   I want to have a song of beauty... uncommon... full of power... full of passion and alive with LOVE.  For it is the greatest.
Those little 4 birds... they remind me of my flock.   They see the best of me and often the worst. I am called to teach and to train these little birds to sing.  Today my heart wrestles with the knowing ache that if I don't lure them into singing with my love then I have only written chords of law.  No heart is captivated by law.  Please, God help me to love well.  I struggle.

Our home is alive with song.

Sometime the flame dances to the roar...
other times it's faint like a whisper.  Both dance fully alive... both have different warming tones.
Some of the richest times have been when brothers and sisters have shared their songs.
They bring their song of love.  We receive... we learn... we sing... we dance... we use our hands to embrace the song.
The new song I have been called to sing doesn't have to be led by me... 
fully learning that some of my best worship comes from a brother's leading.

So as we sing on... in hope and expectation for what is to come and what will soon no longer be... our family and these walls... we invite the Spirit... we invite love to dwell among us and be the song leader.
With love so fully alive... faith and hope are not far behind.  There is power in triplet.   Just as our Prince Elliott stands for two others and draws out our affection for what we cannot always see...
So is love... desiring to be most alive and visual so that faith and hope might be fully seen and experienced.  

The song of love... today I desire to lay down what so easily entangles my beauty... His beauty...
and I want to learn His song... the song of love.  It's catchy... it's costly... it takes learning and dying... it takes esteeming the other... it takes seeing and speaking... it takes that which I do not fully know... it lures me... so I learn one note at a time... 

and I risk... 
and I sing... for I do not want to be heard not singing love's tune.




Tuesday, January 3, 2012

a song in the noise

Day three of 2012.  Wild things have been known to take place on 3rd days and so we have watching eyes.

What will today hold for me... for my family... for the world... for you?  I surely do not know, but I do know many things will happen and most will be hidden by noise.

As I continue to press into the new year, I am reminded deep in my Spirit to guard myself from the noise of the world and even the battle of lies that wage war in my very mind.

What will I do with all the noise-clutter... the sounds that steal?

I am so thankful as I remember the call for this year... the call over my life.  The call the Psalmist sung... to sing a new song.

As chaos surrounds I can be a woman of rest.  I can choose.  I can sing.  And I can sing loudly.  The song of the enemy, the world, life is very loud... but my song... His song in me... is powerfully big.

So, today, and I pray each day that follows I will pick up my sticks with joy...
I will ask for courage and truth.  I will ask for the Songwriter to continue to write the words on my heart... and I will play...
With all I have and all that I don't... I will bring my song with WILD ABANDONMENT...  I am a daughter-wild.   I am not tame.

For me the song is alive with beauty, and delight is all over my face... all in my heart.
As the tune develops other parts of my very self are set free and my feet join in the dance...
It feels rightfully freeing to sing with my whole...  to bring myself as the offering.  As I learn to offer all He gently sings over me... He has always been singing... I have just been listening to the wrong station.  Too much noise... too much static.  

The words He sings are so tender... so loving.
All of me is ALL He wants... that's all.
He delights in me.
He calls me beautiful.
He desires me.
He has dreams for me.
He longs for me... and He longs for the ALL that is me.

WILD... He that knows me best still wants me... not just the parts that the world says are lovely.  Who is this God that whispers in the Noise and beckons my heart to hear?  He is the ONE to whom my song is for... the ONE to whom my soul sings.

So, today, this 3rd day of January, 2012... singing will occur in my heart and home.  I will offer.  I will expect.  I will enjoy.  I will become...
Like the Songwriter... right in the middle of the noise... my song can be heard.

Joyfully expectant... and singing...


"I'm in the world, and I'm singing." -inspired by Elf





Monday, January 2, 2012

An new year... a new song

Pastor's wife here this morning... tending to my smalls and trying to lead a home of learning.  We are still enjoying the slow, but it always competes with the much to do in life.  Pastor is on his way to take Charli for another check-in... we welcome your prayers.

As I embrace day two of this new year I recognize patterns in our world... in my heart.  Seems this time of year the celebration of the sacred ceases and hard striving begins.  It seems every January people begin the list making of all that needs to be changed.  Strict diets are put into place and exercise equipment is purchased. The question of,  "How do I get back on track?" takes the throne.   We see our shortcomings, and we strive to "do better."  I see this pattern... maybe for the first time... I really see... it makes me sad.

My family and I are very expectant about this year.  I want to offer God more.  I do want to be the best Pastor's wife and mother I can be.  What I see most is that My Daddy wants me to operate out of a receiving heart.  He longs for striving to cease as I continue to let Him become my Source.

My heart twitches with joy as I think about a God that wants me to enter into His rest instead of a giant list to conquer.  He wants his sons and daughters to enter each day with...
empty hands...

open before Him... ready to partner... ready to receive.  When my hands are gripped to my lists life becomes about my agenda and not His... the result... striving... emptiness... frustration.  This year... every year... I want to be about His agenda.  I ask for open hands.

Pastor and I sense this year will be one of blessing... one of favor.... one of restoration and healing.  A year for our family to grow in rest... play... learning and love.
Expectant joy lives in this place... in our hearts.

In my heart... that still carries much brokenness... I sense that it's time to let healing reign for Charli and her momma.  It's time for rest.  For a season it's time to trade hats.

Time to let the warrior hat rest...
for soon enough it will be time to pick it back up... but in this season a swap is taking place...one of Panda- play.
With my open hands I receive more of HIM, and I long to more fully reflect the Hand Filler.  I ache to be RADIANT!
This year will be a season of many news... new lands... new church... new job... new family... new friends... new challenges and adventures.

The main call over my heart this year is that this is to be a year for singing a new song. 
We have begun our singing... we sing loud over here... passion is alive, and we will fight to keep it that way... but we will also REST.  Rest knowing that the One that calls us to sing wrote the song.  We will sing with all our hearts, and we will take delight in the melody.

2012... 
our best year yet because we live in and out of HOPE.  As we continue to fully LIVE and FULLY expect... we more fully bring HIM and HIS...
I've got great news!  This is not just true for the Vaughan clan living over on Ridgegate... it's true for all of us.  As you process all this year may hold for you, would you take hold of the life giving truth that he longs for this year to be a year of HIM giving and YOU receiving... a year for striving to cease and for rest to enter... a year for new songs and loud singing.

Those truths give life... so may we all fully live... this day and each to come.

Here's to new songs in 2012... ours and yours!



Sunday, January 1, 2012

2011


Seems everywhere I look I see lists from 2011.  By “everywhere” I mean, newspapers, internet and TV.  Decided to make a little list of my own for 2011.  Tried to summarize the year in my life (AV).  Will appear a little random and disjointed, but I’ll try to tie it together at the end.  Definitely an opportunity to eavesdrop on a year of my story.

January – I was offered by one of my bosses to receive counseling at Ebenezer Counseling Services.  I hadn’t thought of going to counseling until he suggested it.  He thought it would be helpful for my heart… sorting and processing.  You might think that only “whackos” and the “really messed up” need to see professional counselors.  Well, I’d just say that we’re all “whackos,” and we’re all “really messed up.”  Glad that I now feel comfortable professing that out loud.  Receiving counseling was an amazing experience in so many ways.  It provided a place to discuss the loss of my sons.  It also enabled me to deeply feel (sounds simple, but I had never done this).  Allowed me to realize that my voice is valuable… it’s worth sharing.  Lastly, seems in ministry it’s difficult to communicate hurts and frustrations.  Don’t ever want to poison the water so I’ve kept wounds and disappointments to myself.  Counseling was so healthy for me because it gave me a safe place to be able to share things that I kept contained. 

January marked the beginnings of several appointments with this counselor… it marked the birth of something new… restoring… empowering… freeing.

February – Not a whole lot stands out from February… Many appointments.  Much of “life.”  Was given a gift.  That gift was being given the privilege to baptism a friend.  Sweet memory.

March – Lu turned 9!  Won’t hit all my kids birthdays… just hard to believe that my firstborn turned 9!  She’s so like me in quite a few ways… both good and bad!  Feel like I have so much I still want to impart to her… afraid she’s picked up some of my struggles.  Hoping she finds freedom at an earlier age than I began finding it.

Got to go backpacking with high school guys.  Such fun.  Repeating the same funny phrases over and over and over… never gets old to me.  Combination of two things that bring me much life… time with people I love and being in the outdoors.

April – Anniversay, married 13 years on April 18, 2011.  Orlando, Disney World.  Peabody Hotel… you wouldn’t believe it if I told you.  The hotel room… unbelievable.  Generosity of a friend in Florida… truly mind-boggling.



May – Got fired.  Pretty complicated.  Left with my head held high.  Think I did what I was called to do… definitely loved my peeps very much.  Still do.  Could always have done it better, but agreed that I was not the right guy for what they wanted done.  Still love the church, but sensed the Lord had released me…  Always a messy situation.  Seems this event is a marker in my journey though… so much birthed out of this.  Freedom.  Sense of inadequacy.  Hope and excitement.  Fear. 

Learning to press into the awkward.  Kel gave me a shirt that says, “Awkward” (to celebrate the awkwardness).  Began to embrace the awkwardness of life... willing to press into that which is awkward.

Started a blog.  Never thought I’d do that.  Still don’t read blogs (unless my wife’s writing it).

This image marks the beginning of the blog and really of a change in seasons.
June – Got to go to Larry Crabb’s “School of Spiritual Direction.”  Never felt so alive.  Went from describing myself as “steady,” to “alive.”

Went to Alaska with my Pop.  Lifelong memories.  Such an amazing trip.   Truly, a dream come true.
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I was welcomed home with an enormous print of the above picture.  A treasure to me.

June 29th first email from a church called, “The Vineyard” in Dayton, Ohio.  I discovered their need for a Making Disciples Pastor via a website called, “churchstaffing.com”… still can’t believe that’s how I found them / they found me!  They contacted me saying they’d like to set up an interview via Skype or phone.

July – beginning of the month began dialogue with Elizabeth from the Vineyard in Dayton, Ohio.

Began reading from a new list of authors.  Spirit-alive growing.  Anticipation growing.  Picture of God so much bigger.

August – Much waiting.  Searching.  Struggling.  Continued interviewing with this church.  Hoping.  Wrestling.

September – Stopped using my old planner.  Actually, stopped letting my old planner use me.  This is a monumental.  Truly, a milestone.  Think I’d mark this as the beginning of moving toward healing of some OCD issues.  “Beginning” being the key word.

Kelly and I had our first face to face interview with the Vineyard in Ohio.  God told her quickly that this is where we need to be.  He waited about telling me.  Fear kept me from believing / listening.

Hard to get this mammoth to scale... no, this is not a Bible.  It's the planner, and it is far bigger than you think.

October – Another face to face interview with pastors from the Vineyard.
October 19th, I was sitting at Starbucks.  Reading.  Praying.  Thinking.  Brainstorming.  Received an email from Elizabeth while sitting in Starbuck’s… they offered me the job!



November – Charli spent 5 days in the hospital.  November 7th, the same day Charli was released from the hospital I started as the “Making Disciples Pastor” at the Vineyard… began commuting back and forth from K-town to Dayton, Ohio for work.

Charli starting to feel better in her hospital bed... trying to peek out from her jail cell.

December – Starting to develop some relationships with my new church family. 

December 11th, Elliott accepted Christ as his Savior.  So much celebration.

Throughout the year my wife got even more beautiful.  Fell deeper in love with her.  Respect her more than ever.  Gifts she’s had in the passed have grown increasingly strong.  However, latent gifts have become manifest in her… gifts that are blowing my mind away because of their power for the Kingdom. 

My theology hasn’t really changed per se, but my picture of God is changing drastically!  My spirit seems to hear Him in a fresh, new way.  I expect more.  I long for more.  I pursue more.  Striving to pastor my family well.  With more intentionality.    

Overall an extremely difficult year.  Many months with no paycheck.  Health insurance issues.

So many struggles with Charli… too many to rehash.  Many of them having to do with my own sin nature.

Volatility in AV… very new and different for me.  Excited and expectant to depressed and fearful… back and forth.

Without a church home... felt like I had no church family.

It’s been a great year.  Wrestling with hurt and anger.  Much, much struggle.  Yes, you did read, “it’s been a great year” correctly.  I did mean to say that.

Much refining.  Maybe refining is not the right word.  Been thrown back into the fire completely… re-shaped, re-purposed… still trying to figure out how to do what I was made to do. 

Wouldn’t have realized that it's truly been an incredible year if I hadn’t thought about all the events together, but it’s been one of the best years of my life… actually, I think it’s safe to go so far as to say, “the best year of my life.”

A year of greater change than any other year that I can remember. 

Even changed the way I view change.  Different person.  Don’t say that meaning I’m so mature now.  Just mean that I’m different.  Glad to be different.

Hunger for the Lord.
Expectant.  Miracles.  Him speaking, working, revealing…
Freedom.

So much change (not just in our circumstances) but also our hearts and minds… the price has been very costly, but the reward has been so worth the price.  Great rewards do cost much.  Learning to take the risk to pursue the great… even though I know it could potentially be terrifyingly costly.

Grateful for the opportunity.  Still sensing the Lord has more in store for me.  Still longing for further breakthrough.  Still sensing He’ll ask me to take a greater risk.  Still listening.

Feel like we’re moving into 2012 with much momentum.  Excited about the year.  Think God’s going to do amazing things this year.  Hoping to be a part of it.