Sundays with Stassi: A Crucian Christmas…

It’s Christmas time!!

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 I made the decision to not return home to the states for Christmas holidays this year. One main reason is because I live on an island. I mean why would I go back to wearing jackets and boots when I can chill on a warm sunny beach in a bikini (lots of pun intended…)? But that decision has really made me reflect on my holiday experiences and what it means to me.

I’m a country GA girl, so winter holidays usually meant wood fires (whether it’s cold enough or not) mainly to roast marshmallows for s’mores! In recent years, it’s usually one of my twice/year visits home so I try to spend as much time with family as often. And I miss my family. But I’ve come to realize that everyone has their own families within the family and I usually feel like an outsider stopping through to say hello…

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Sundays with Stassi: The 2 Ps of LIFE

Faith + Patience = Inherited Promises
Hebrews 6:12

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Patience and Promises.

Yep those are the 2 Ps I’m talking about and it seems as if they have gotten hand in hand for as long as I can remember. As a child, I remember playing in mom’s makeup and wanting my own. Specifically, I remember a shopping trip with some of my aunts and cousins where one of my older cousins was supposed to get contacts to replace her glasses. She tried and tried to pop that little thing in her eye, but each moment her finger drew near to her eyeball those eyelids would forcefully close causing her to miss the mark. Her mom had promised that she could get contacts that day, but my cousin got frustrated and gave up. She didn’t have the patience on that day to keep trying in front of all of us and the optometrist will not allow you to leave with…

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Sundays with Stassi: JOY at night?

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Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning…

But what if I don’t want to cry all night?

But what if my joy comes while I’m still weeping?

But what exactly is Joy?

Am I crazy if my weeping and joy intertwines?How does that work exactly?

What if I have joy in some areas of my life, but still feel like I’m weeping in others? Can that even happen?
As you can see, when I reflect on that one verse it brings up so many different questions for me. There are times when I feel like my weeping spills over into the morning during times when it should be nothing but joy. There are times when there are wonderful things going on in my life, but then the one or two areas that just don’t seem to be where I want them casts a shadow on…

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Sundays with Stassi: Airplane mode?

It’s hard for some people to switch their mobile devices into airplane mode bc they feel disconnected…I LOVE it! How about you? When is your phone in airplane mode? Is your mind free to wonder while you are flying high?

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I have said many times that my brain is most free, yet working the hardest when I have prolonged periods of time to myself to think away from home or work or any other everyday surroundings. When I lived on the mainland, these times would be during my 5-10 hour solo drives to visit mom or friends or during my “long run” training runs when I just wanted to be alone. It is usually during those times that God speaks directly to my heart, confirming things that I already felt in my spirit or when I come up with the best project ideas. However, the way my life is currently set up, I can drive from one end of the island to the other in traffic in less than one hour, so those long drives are now nonexistent. Furthermore, I’m still learning the island terrain and neighborhoods so my solo…

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Sundays with Stassi: Fall Back Woes

Do you like this time change? What are the benefits and/or cons for you?

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Hmmmm I don’t know how I feel about the mainland’s​ end of daylight savings time (which we don’t observe btw)…

Benefits:
1. I can go to church at 10, grab some groceries & still get home early enough to catch the first quarter of the early games.
2. My body doesn’t have to adjust to time changes. I was already getting adjusted to darkness at 6pm so that doesn’t change.

Cons:
1. I can forget about evening shows and football games! It was already a stretch for me to stay awake until halftime of the night games, but now I probably won’t even make it to the end of the 1st quarter…who am I kidding…I probably won’t make kickoff!
2. I’m now 1 or 2 hours ahead of most of my family and friends. Most of them are not up when I’m awake, or still at work when I’m off…

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Sundays with Stassi: Forbidden LOVE — The Preacher Man pt. 2

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He called right after that meeting. He was nice. He was caring. He seemed to genuinely be concerned about my interests in ministry and where to place me. That conversation was completely innocent…but then it happened…he called again. It was about a week later and I was out of town on work-related business. He said he was just checking on me. He wanted to pray with me, so we started talking about me. —-Why did I move? What made me choose this church? Where do I work? Do I love my job? How much experience do I have serving in youth ministry?— We talked about a lot and I was comfortable sharing my story with him. After all, I was used to a youth pastor who was personable and easy to talk to whenever I needed to share. But this was different. There was something about his voice that mesmerized…

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Sundays with Stassi: When you see me running…An Early Morning Runner’s Dilemma

Arguments with self…

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Yesterday’s long run attempt started like any other Saturday morning. I woke up at 5:15AM, rushed to the bathroom for the morning ritual and then spent the next 10 minutes arguing with myself…
Me: I should just go back to bed
Myself: No, I said I would show up today
I: Ughhhh why am I awake!
Me: But I can just tell them I changed my mind or I overslept
Myself: Now you know your word is all you got
I: Ughhhh so why am I awake
Me: Just go back to sleep
Myself: no, but I’m already awake
I: yea, why am I awake! It’s too early for this
Me: ok, I can just go run later. The gym opens at 8. I can just get some miles in on the treadmill. So I can sleep another 2 hours
Myself: now how often in the past has that actually…

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Sundays with Stassi: Brokenness

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Lately I’ve been reflecting a lot on the idea of brokenness. When you can literally feel yourself in pieces. That moment when you’ve already hit the floor and your entire being is shattered…Have you ever felt like that?
To be broken, by definition, is not only to be fragmented or torn, but also incomplete or in a state of disarray or disordered. Typically something that (someone who) is broken is not in working order or does not functioning properly. But when I saw this image, it reminded me of God’s strength and more importantly that when we are at our wit’s in or complete weakness also known as “brokenness” that’s when God is made strong. Just like an egg, when we are broken we can/will be used.
In the midst of my brokenness is when my passion, vision, mission, and ministry are renewed. These are usually times when I have…

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Sundays with Stassi: Forbidden Love – The Preacher Man part 1

The Forbidden Love series continued…

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I was in a state of spiritual insecurity, confusion, and loneliness. I felt like God had dropped me in the middle of the wilderness and left me there to “fend for myself.” So I made a decision to try. To try to find a church home, a family, a place to call my own. A place where I could reconnect spiritually, to meet new people in this new place that I was forced to call home, and to serve in ministry. So I found a place, attended it, and even joined. I knew I couldn’t just be a pew member, so I immediately signed up for the youth ministry. After all, that’s where I always felt the most comfort. My passion was ministering, encouraging, and mentoring the young people, especially teenage girls. In my previous youth ministry was where my teaching skills were improved and where my spirit man on…

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