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, August 5, 2012

Sabbath

Sabbath...
A day for brothers and sisters to picnic...
To break bread...
Feast... side by side.
A day to raise our hands in thanks...
Allowing our eyes to focus...
Filling our mouths and souls with...
Refreshing waters.
Sounds crazy to some, but...
Community and communion...
They are feasts for the soul.
Thankful that on the Sabbath...
We are reminded to take our gifts by the hand...
Pour forth love...
And receive it too.
Sabbath picnics...
Food for the heart and...
The belly.
Fellowship and love...
Perfect components...
 
Filling our Sabbath baskets.

Blessings on your day of rest.
The Hopefuls












Saturday, August 4, 2012

unchangeable truth

My unchangeable truth...
I have so much to be thankful for.
It would be impossible for me to recount...
All the showers Our God has rained down...
All the waterings He has poured out.
He is so very faithful.
So very, very good.

My momentary truth...
It's not really truth at all.
Appearing so convincing.
Attempting to steal from the unchangeable...
Or at least distract me from gratitude.

Fear...
Always disguising itself as truth.
Speaking even into the areas we are strong in...
Using our gift-tools to build doubt.

I must confess.
Because negotiations were so intense over The Rose of Sharon...
I have allowed the walls of my heart to entertain fear...
Keeping the spoon of celebration and feasting...
At arms length.

I shared with Pastor...
The dark stirrings and my struggle...
Exposing the lies swarming within...
I have repented and continue.

My past...
Full of sun and rain.
Though it has brought great growth...
The wreckage from the storms still haunt.
So longing for the dove and the olive branch...
Bringing good news of solid land for my feet.
All too easily stuck...
In the remembering of long days on the ark.
Quick to self-protect as a result of past pain.
The truest picture I can paint...
I feel like a woman on the verge of giving birth...
Only to deliver a stillborn dream.
I have had such labor.
When the waters broke...
It broke me.
The cracks left holes the enemy longs to seep through.

Papa is restoring the holes.
It's a tedious process, and I partner.

The truth...
He is bigger and better than ANY dream.
He can handle all my fears but invites me to rest in Perfect love.
Full of mercy and grace...
As well as zero tolerance for the untruths.

So today...
I learn more about the truth of trust.
Even when traveling on a path lined with long awaited harvest...
My legs are exercised right along with my heart.

Opening my hand fully to the joy of today...
This is the land I have been given to dwell in...
And it's a great one...
Aisle's lined with hidden treasures...
He has given me the blessed mission of unveiling.

Rewards ALWAYS await those that keep their eyes fixed...
On the Truth that He will be found we we seek with our all.

Fighting for truth in this Princess brain of mine...
Remembering...
I have been marked as a Kid of the Kingdom... 
Invited to travel in the safety of His grace...
To enjoy the sweetness that truth brings.
Live in the blessings of today...
While shouting "NO" to fear.
Crawling deeper into the arms of unchangeable truth.






Friday, August 3, 2012

Sharon

Sharon...
A fine name for a lady...
Striking me strange for a street name.
Lord-willing...
In a couple of months...
The Hopefuls will pack up and relocate to such a street.

After peeking at over 700 homes...
The Lord opened our doors to...
Faith's house.
Going on the market just about the same time ours came off.

Flight towards Sharon...

Just a few days shy....
Of the one year mark...
When the exodus of Hope began.
Whew... thankful I didn't know then what I know now...
Not just about the length but also about the love.

The journey has been a fire starter...
Each disappointment and joy...
Kindling...
Setting us ablaze in new ways.
Sharon...
One of our new favorite names.
Known for representing beauty...
A plain of fertility.
The Rose of Sharon...
The perfect spot for Faith to bloom.
Thankful...
Asking Papa to protect our steps as we walk towards our House of Faith...
Still some rocky paths yet to travel.






Thursday, August 2, 2012

different lighting

Vision...
One of the best gifts we have been given.
The ability to see...
Really see all that He has...
Is...
And will yet to do.

Today...
A day of struggling with vision impairment.
Suffering from lack of sleep and being in a new place...
Not to mention all the other things stirring hard.
My heart...
Was wading in mirky waters.
Fighting a little harder today.
To see below the surface.

Feeling like everywhere I turned...
Whispers were there to greet me...
Appearing sweet and friendly...
Slowly impairing.
I spent the day...
Asking for strong hands to help me see.
To restore the squints.
God is allowing so much refining.
I am thankful.
I am also spent.
He uses that as well.

No doubt...
When the water rises...
And the light blazes...
It can affect how we perceive beauty...
Truth...
Brings us back to vision.
What our lenses see.
Do we focus on what light draws out...
Or... zoom in... choosing dark insights?
Same reality...
Same contents...
Same extravagance offered...
Same living water...
Much different lighting.

Oh... it can feel so tricky in the natural.
Always walking...
On paths lined with darkness...
Towards marvelous light.
I want to see more like Him.
I must.
There is no other option for me.

For the blazing whispers will always be there...
Swinging in...
Trying to penetrate...
 
Varying lighting options will always be presented.

So...
As I walk...
I shall keep my hand extended...
Asking Him to continue to help my eyes re-adjust.
Blessed to serve a teaching Papa.
Always inviting us towards greater vision...
Praying I will illuminate that which I know to be true.
No matter the lighting.








Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Faith's bouquets

As Pastor and I seek out Faith...
We remember...
In the climb towards His light...
That cultivates the green in our lives...

He never leaves us out to dry...
Instead...
He lines each step...
With banisters of promise.

Thankful for that which is carved in stone...
Calling us out of the deep, dark hiding places...
Into the blooming beauty of Faith.
Thankful for the fragrance of blessing bouquets today.
The Hopefuls are busy sniffing and seeking out Faith...
Adding life to our family tree...
With delight and GREAT EXPECTATIONS!