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!

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Sabbath

Sabbath...
A day to turn our backs on busyness...
To sit a spell in the sunshine...
For childlike play...
Wonder...
And following dreams with open hands...
Taking notice...
Celebrating where they land...

A day to delight in our comrades...
And the lessons they teach...
Sabbath...
A day to accept...
Invitations normally declined.

A day to catch hold of delight...
And play...

Sabbath Blessings,
The Hopefuls










Saturday, May 5, 2012

family treasure

There is nothing sweeter...
Than sharing the fruits of togetherness...

The Hopefuls... 
Celebrating Mamaw's return to Ridgegate...
Back from a month-long, painful goodbye...
Releasing dreams of future story with her daddy...
Returning she offers all...
Armloads of affection...
Just as with Pastor...
When she is gone... the void is large.
The ache of absence... 
Enough to make me want to run and hide...
So blessed by her presence...
Always willing to squat down amongst my mess...
Helping carry my loads with love...
Yes... 
If we let it...
Absence... makes the heart grow fonder...
But... Togetherness...
It makes Love's garden grow...
Whispering forever deposits into the roots of our souls...
Nourishing with knowing embraces...
Helping display the beauty hidden beneath the coverings...

Celebrating flowering crops today...
Oh the blessed harvest that togetherness brings... 
Heart baskets filled with life-sustaining bounty...
Love... memories... laughter...
Together-treasure...
Worth more than gold...
Not forgetting the important story that came to a close for my momma just two weeks ago...
Reminding me to have an extra thankful heart for today's chapters...
And arms choosing to hug extra tight...



















Friday, May 4, 2012

under construction

"Kids under construction...
The Lord may not be finished yet."

This is what you would've heard this princess singing in the land of Junior Worship over two and 1/2 decades ago.
Can you find me?
I am the royally clothed princess in the back right... 
The one looking like the loner...
I rather prefer "set apart."

Set apart is just what I am to this day.
I have been called into the realm of "world changers."
Thanks to a lovingly, wild  God... 
The Childrens ministry at CSPC...
And a lovely lady named Ginger Fox...

9ish... 
It's a tender age...
Awkward too.
Years when wee ones often get lost in the shuffle.

Our Good Daddy reminds me often...
The importance of His hand and feet...
Just last week...
As I was doing my "get to's" at Wallyworld... 
I ran across sweet, Ms. Ginger.
Our last encounter about 25 years ago.
Last time she saw me... I was that little thing in the pic... 
Cowlick the size of Texas...
Fingers busy making offering withdraws rather than deposits... 
Getting in trouble for talking too much...
I was a mess then... I am a mess today...
As Pastor would say... "A beautiful mess."

Anyway...
I took the opportunity to approach her and thank her...
My story is forever marked by her faithfulness...
As I anointed her with the oil of my thankful affection,
Her eyes welled with awe and appreciation...
That being said...
I can assure you I left more blessed than she... 

Today...
A day sealed in the heavens to be a red letter day of the heart...

Like Ms. Ginger love in my mailbox... He writes remembering on my heart...
"Taste and remind yourself."
"I am good!"
Here I was thinking I might take a turn... fill her cup a bit...
Him planning all along to shine gold in my ordinary...
Ripping open the past...
Refilling me...
Our Papa... 
HE IS SO GOOD... He cannot be outdone!
As we press on to honor and obey...
Faith flourishes... with our deeds...
Love's fragrance spills forth...
From unseen hands seen a little better today...

Thanks be to God for love letters...
From Him...
And His people.
For shared history...
Lives filled with faithful legacy...
Undervalued by man... invaluable to the Kingdom.

In her closing... 
She offered the opportunity to remember...
The blessing song sung at the end of every meeting...
Little did she know... by the Spirit's prompting...
I have been singing this very song over my youngest princess every night...
Numbers 6:24-26
"The Lord bless you and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up his countenance upon you,
And give you peace."

This princess...
Still got the cowlicks...
Still very much under construction...
Still singing... HE'S NOT FINISHED with me yet...
Extra thankful today for the Ms. Ginger hands in my life...
Busily cementing His love stories in me.









Thursday, May 3, 2012

Hopeful waiting

Just an hour ago I was vacuuming and praying.
Speaking truths...
Thanking...
Asking.
Continuing to declare what I don't always feel.

Today's declaration...
I AM NOT FORGOTTEN BY THE KING...
HE SEE'S MY HEART!
I made sure I said this until I believed it.

So important for me to remember and repeat.

Not long after those words were uttered...
These were left on my porch.
A loving reminder of the HOPE I hold onto...
The budding...
Sure to bloom!

His fragrant bouquets...
Reminding His sons and daughters...
He not only sees us...
But...
He calls us lovely...

I don't want to settle for small hopes!
Even if they are great ones.
Our home will sell.
We will be together.
House of Faith will be a reality.

I want my life to perfume the atmosphere...
Like the intoxicating scent of blooming peonies...

Waiting well...
For the ONE TRUE...
BLESSED HOPE!
HIM!


Thankful for the hands of love that led this heart...
Back to His beauty.

Sure...
I have many beautiful blooms of my own...
And I am SO thankful for each...
Learning lately...
Life is often sweeter when smelling and celebrating the blooms from another's garden...
Extra blessed...
By the sharing hearts that bestow on behalf of The KING.
Offerings that sing back declaration songs over me...
YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN BY ME!
I SEE YOUR HEART.











Wednesday, May 2, 2012

tear filled learning

Emotions were high today on Ridgegate Lane.
Perseverance comes at a price...
My reserves seemed sparse...

This face pretty much sums up the Hopefuls today...
Starting with the tiniest on up to the eldest royal...
We've shed our share...

It's tempting to turn away during these times...
To hide and pretend all feels well...
Reality still holds true...
All is better than well...
But this is still how we feel...
Tears have made their way on our faces.
Fatigue... a faithful foe...
Fond friend of the enemy.

Poor little Charli...
Tenderness exploding out of her like time bombs...
She weeps hard.
She weeps often.
She weeps freely.

Her eyes tell our story...
Whether it's Panda's over-emotional outbursts...
Prince's heart and physical boo-boos..
Eloise's tender missing...
Emmiline's fatigue and frustrations..
Or the Mama's ache of feeling tired and left behind...

We're all hyper-needy tonight.
So what do we do???
As with most opportunities...
We try to learn through the mess of our tears.

Most of my learning these days seem to start with apologies...
Today had plenty of those too...

It also had no shortage of these...
Big and the small coming together... 
Both offering...
Both receiving...

Lots of weeping in the weeding.
With peeking peonies... offering their fragrant reminders...
Little stories watch on...
Wondering what I will do with the lurking weeds...
How will I let my beauty grow alongside that which seemingly suffocates?

All I really know to do...
Is cry... and cry out...
To...
Remember...
Retell...
Risk...
Learn...
Live...
Set my gaze on the True Gardener...
Focus on the blooming...
All of them...

Treasure them in my arms...
As we rock each other steady through the abundance of today's tears...
Singing truth in love over them as I cry and learn alongside.













Tuesday, May 1, 2012

bit

James 3:3
"We can make a large horse go wherever we want by means of a small bit in it's mouth."

I am no black stallion...
These past few days...
Feeling a bit more like a donkey.
Another term seems more appropriate here...
I'll just stick with donkey for now...

So thankful He can use all wild things for Kingdom purposes.
Ridgegate days have felt long.
Yesterday was alive with soul and soil watering.
Pastor in California... seeds of the richest kinds being sewn...
Yesterday spent battling the "alone" lie.
Still much more of this trail to walk...

Though Pastor is gone and days are long.
Brother David reminds me...
He bears me and my heart up...
DAILY.

His mercies...
His compassion.
His love...
His strength...
His eyes...
His vision...
His heart...
They never tire.
Blessed be the LORD!

No doubt battles are being waged daily...
Intending to steal our energy... silence our songs...

Not wanting to fall prey...
I continue on in the retraining.
Partnering with The Master...
I choose the bit...
The stick soaked in sweet juices from past truths...
His ways... so much better...
I desire to be lead back...
To the place where I bow my head to the One that loves with the Perfect...

My wild heart...often needing to be re-steered...
Longing to use my design to express unique affection...
Learning from other worshipping experts...
The power that resides in praise...
As I listen and delight...
Courageous songs from Faithfuls stir my heart to offer my own song...

I must remember the seriousness of this training...
The value that lies in equipping the mind with Kingdom tools...
Fastening tight the small yet powerful steering devices...

My bit...
Often in need of readjusting...
By the One who leads...
Master of the bridle... and the bride.
He let's me playfully help because He takes GREAT delight in me...
He values my learning.
But... 
Whether I help or not... 
He will get me where I need to go...

Mouthpiece is in today...
Listening to worship as I type...
Offering old patterns up for realignment...
Choosing to offer praise as I seek to persevere...
It's looking pretty raggedy over here, folks...
Thankful for eyes to see...
Thankful for His presence that's uniquely present...
When I offer praise with my bit in place...

Confident that as I yield to His steering I will see new beauty...
Beauty often missed when I choose my own way...