Amy Scott's Thoughts

Sharing the thoughts that bounce around in my brain!

Now and Then June 8, 2013

Filed under: Children's Ministry,Recollections — Amy Scott @ 9:43 pm

Tonight was graduation at my alma mater, W.F. West High School. 9 years ago I walked that same pathway to graduation. Today I got to cheer on girls that I fell in love with as 4th graders! The class of 2013 is really responsible for me diving into children’s ministry and totally loving it! It’s been an honor and a privilege to remain friends with these students. They are an amazing group of ladies! I know that God has big things in store for their future. Up until this point, I’ve been talking about how they are graduating – now they have! These girls are no longer in high school! How crazy is that! It feels like it all flashed by in the blink of an eye! I know I already posted some pictures from the good ol’ days a few blogs ago (click here to check it out), but I couldn’t help myself, I had to add more. Here is a look at us a few years ago and a look at this week! We’ve come so far! I can’t wait to see how far we’ll all continue to go! My prayers is that maybe 8 plus years from now I’ll have another set of photos with these ladies. I’m hoping that no matter where their journey takes them, they continue to keep me around! I’m kind of fond of them!

Miss Jessica

Miss Jessica

Miss Carissa

Miss Carissa

Miss Brittany

Miss Brittany

Miss Aimee

Miss Aimee

 

 

 

 

Learning in Layers May 22, 2013

Filed under: One Thousand Gifts Challenge,Recollections,Women in Ministry — Amy Scott @ 10:43 am

I’ve been mulling this post over in mind for a few weeks. I’m finding that as I contemplate about the future, I also have this strong desire to look back and see where the Lord has led me. It’s so evident that his hand has been on my life. Especially, the last year and a half. I had no clue the growth that would take place in my life over the last year, but God has been faithful. I didn’t learn all these lessons at once. Just like layers, God has been removing things from my heart that shouldn’t be there and replacing them with His truth. Most of these lessons I knew in theory, but they were head knowledge, not heart knowledge. I’m finding the best lessons are learned through life experience and often by walking down hard roads. The good news is that the hard roads lead to great places.

A year and a half ago, I was bitter and displeased. I had this restlessness and a desire for more. I wanted everything I didn’t need and it made me unhappy because the things I wanted weren’t panning out. I’m so thankful for the intervention I received because I see now what a slippery slope I was on. My friend and mentor, Pastor Vicki Judd, gave me a book called One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. I know I’ve written about this book many times here and you all are probably sick of how much I love this book. However, it’s impossible not to be grateful for the life change this book brought in my life. It took me back to seeing the small things. It brought me to a place of thankfulness, gratitude and contentment. I was so discontent in this season and this book was like medicine that I desperately needed. As a result of this book, I have kept extensive gratitude journals. When I’m tempted to let myself go down that road of discontentment, I am reminded of all the blessings the Lord daily pours into my life. Simple things like having dishes to unload from a dishwasher or having a bed to make or having friends to pray with or a family who loves me comes back to the forefront of my mind and puts me at ease.

At our annual church ladies retreat in April of 2012, we did some assessments to show us our spiritual gifts and our natural personality bents. The purpose to was empower women to serve where they love and to embrace the way God made them.  As an introvert in ministry, I’ve always felt a bit misunderstood, so this was a great exercise to explain to people who I am and how I function. The spiritual gifts assessment really did confirm my love for teaching and investing in people. If I’m doing these things in some capacity, I am doing what God made me to do. The exercise that I was deeply impacted by was when our leader gave us a list with hundreds of words on it. I love words and so the act of cutting down this list into seven core words was quite the challenge for me. However, it was worth the effort and I can see myself in my seven words – acceptance, compassion, courage, encouragement, integrity,  joy and vision. I have these words, as well as my spiritual gifts, as the desktop of my laptop (for about a year now). When I pull my computer up, it’s a reminder. Interesting situation, lately I’ve read a book called The Synergist and one of the categories of leaders in this book is a Visionary. According the books standards, I am not a visionary. However, when it comes to my personal life and my ministry, I value vision. I value having a direction and seeking the Lord for what he is doing. I don’t get swayed very often from my vision – once it’s set, I am working for the goal.  I was feeling kind of a poor about my lack of being a visionary after recently reading this book and re-looking at my lists has just reminded me that I have vision where it counts in my life. That makes me happy.

After this assessment, I felt pretty good about the journey the Lord has taken me on. I was just brimming with excitement for the “big” things I thought God was preparing me for. Oh my, I didn’t realize the next lesson was going to be so hard. After totally affirming who I am, God taught me humility.  Humility was hard and painful. I learned that I  have a lot of pride. I have a lot of big thoughts and big dreams and instead of looking at what was right in front of me, I was always looking to what was next, what I wanted to see happen. Humility taught me a lot about letting go. I learned that I can’t make doors open and I learned that some things aren’t meant to be, at least not in my timing. I had to let go of my expectations for myself. I had to let go of how I taught I was being perceived and just trust God. No more struggling to have my own way. Humility taught me a lot about acceptance. If I was doing what God called me do, it didn’t matter what people thought or what I thought about myself. Humility was the hardest lesson to learn because I learned it by hitting a brick wall. But God was good and he walked me through that season and I am grateful for the change that came in my life.

So now I look forward to a new season. I look forward to raising a family and entering into a different time of ministry. I can see how the Lord has prepared me over this last year to be at this point. I have learned that only person I really need to accept me is God. Even at this year’s ladies retreat, I was reminded that I only need to be defined by God. My life is more than titles and roles. I am more than what I can offer people. I’ve learned the joy of contentment. I have learned that going lower isn’t a horrible punishment. With humility comes freedom. I am free in a lot ways that I never have been. True, it’s easy to pick up those old ways of doing things and those old mindsets, but I am fighting to keep these lessons alive within me. They were worth the time and tears. I’m positive they have set me up for this next season and that they will be a source of strength in my future. God has been faithful to teach me these lessons in layers. Each one adds new depth to my life. I can only imagine what will be next. What an exciting journey!

 

The Class of 2013 May 20, 2013

Filed under: Children's Ministry,Recollections — Amy Scott @ 4:51 pm

My fridge is filling up with a collection of graduation announcements. It’s hard to believe this season is upon us already. However, more than any other year, this class of 2013 is special to me. My very first children’s class that I taught at Bethel Church are  now this  graduating class of seniors. At the time they were 4th graders about to enter their 5th grade year. I had no clue if I was going to like Children’s Ministry and this class of girls made me fall in LOVE with it! It’s been a blessing to watch them grow into the lovely young ladies they are today. It’s amazing to see how much potential they have and I am excited for how God is going to direct their steps in the future. The biggest blessing for me is that I’ve been allowed to be along for the ride. I have remained close to many in this class and it’s been a joy to watch them grow spiritually over the years. They are an exceptionally class! Apart from my own graduating class of 2004, this class of 2013 might be my favorite class. They have shaped my life in so many ways. I’m blessed to have been a part of their lives for this season. I’m praying God’s blessing on them as they head out into the world and spread their wings to fly. There are some serious world-changers in this bunch. I can’t wait to see what is next for them! Congratulations to the class of 2013! You did it!

Lake Day 2005

Lake Day 2005

Last Class for the Summer 2005

Last Class for the Summer 2005

This young lady has been my co-teacher for the last three years in my current class of 5th/6th Grade Girls!

This young lady has been my co-teacher for the last three years in my current class of 5th/6th Grade Girls!

Christmas 2005

Christmas 2005

 

Good-Bye White Sox May 8, 2013

Filed under: Recollections,Simply Me — Amy Scott @ 4:14 pm
White Sox had many nicknames like Fat Cat and Tubba Bubba! In his prime he was a large fellow!

White Sox had many nicknames like Fat Cat and Tubba Bubba! In his prime he was a large fellow!

The summer before my 4th grade year a stray cat wandered into our neighborhood. He hung around our house and I remember begging my parents to let us keep him! I remember laying in the grass in the backyard praying that he could be ours.  My parents agreed and White Sox became a member of the Vitzthum family. He was already 5-6 years old when we got him the vet told us. He wasn’t a kitten, but he was cute with adorable white paws – thus the name. Very creative, I know!

White Sox is a cat who had more than 9 lives. When our flooded in Woodland, he was trapped in our garage. He broke his leg and had to wear a cast that he hated. He ate rat poisoning once and we thought he was going to die. One year my mom picked me up from Summer Camp and told me she had good news and bad news. The bad news was that she hit White Sox with the car. The good news is he survived. The one downside was he lost his tail in that accident, so he become a bobcat. He has been a part of 3 Vitzthum moves and has been in our family for almost 18 years! It’s hard to believe!

Sleeping on the deck!

Sleeping on the deck!

Today White Sox is gone… After many years of spunk, it was his time to go. It’s better this way, but it’s still hard to say good-bye. I told Jeremy the news and he told me that I have no childhood pets left. It’s true. They are all gone now. The dogs weren’t really mine, but I felt a bit of ownership in White Sox. I had prayed for him to stay in our family. I have a memory of when I had a sinus infection in middle school. I was in such a bad mood that my mom left White Sox into the house (he was always an outdoor cat) and he wandered around my bedroom to cheer me up. He was a great cat and his presence will be missed from our family. Sad day for Amy and my family!

I want to send a special shout out to my mom who took such great care of White Sox until the end! She has the hard job of being one to accompany pets to the vet and stay with them in their last minutes. I know this isn’t easy for her and I am so thankful for the love she shows our pets who are truly family members! She is a brave woman and I know that this is a hard day for all of us, especially her! And a special thanks for my dad for filling some gaps in my photos! These picture are from him and his collection since I lost some photos in a computer transfer a few years ago. Now I’ll have some pictures to carry on the memory.

 

Tulip Adventures April 14, 2013

Filed under: Family Time,Recollections — Amy Scott @ 2:44 pm

Yesterday was an adventure. Jeremy, Toby and I hopped in the car for a long drive to see fields upon fields of tulips. Now tulips happen to be one of my favorite flowers, but this was also special because as a kid I would spend my spring breaks visiting family and seeing these same fields of tulips. Visiting the Tulip Festival was always a happy childhood memory for me and every year Jeremy and I talk about heading up for it. This year we finally decided to make it happen. In hindsight, we should have probably gone on a better day weather-wise, not on a weekend and not with the dog. Toby was very good, but we didn’t stop at any of the show gardens because we didn’t want to leave him parked in a very full parking lot barking his head off. He is a great rider, but he doesn’t like to be left alone. We ended up doing a driving tour of most of the fields. We got out to take a few pictures at one field. Oh my – the mud was deep! Good thing we packed our boots! Our stop at the tulip field was short because an angry sheriff was yelling at people who had parked too close to the road. Our vehicle was parked fine, but we didn’t want to take any chances with this guy so we got back in the car as quick as we could. It was a nice break in the weather at the that point and we were able to get a few pictures up close. I thought I would share a few pictures from our day trip with you! Enjoy!

Toby's 1st drive through Seattle

Toby’s 1st drive through Seattle

Drive by!

Drive by!

Up Close!

Up Close!

Us!

Us!

Love the color!

Love the color!

Daffodils!

Daffodils!

 

 

An Anniversary Kind of Day April 6, 2013

Filed under: Recollections,Simply Me — Amy Scott @ 12:29 pm

Today is a special day for me for two very important reasons! The first would be this is my two year anniversary of blogging! Hurray! Two years of Amy Scott’s Thoughts and sharing the thoughts that bounce around in my head. This blog has been a great pleasure and joy to me. It’s been an outlet for me to speak my mind and speak up about what’s important to me. It’s also been a place where I can express myself and who I am. I am so grateful for this space. It’s a part of me in a way that is hard to explain. While it’s nothing glamorous and no book deals have come of it, it’s a sacred place. It’s allows me to write and that is how I best process and best convey myself. I love it! I was so scared to start a blog. I didn’t want to put myself out there. I wasn’t sure if I could really do what I wanted on this site. While, I have learned that not all aspect of my life are blog appropriate, there are great deal of things that I can write about without crossing lines. I had contemplated starting an anonymous blog where I might be able to “vent” a bit about life, but I decided that most anonymous things don’t say anonymous forever and truthfully, I don’t need to foster that side of my personality. I have people that are close to me in my life that make better places to vent then publicly on the internet. Seems smart, huh? So I write here about the things that I love and the things that I do, the things that I bake and the things that I read and the people that color my world. It’s been two really good years and I’ve enjoyed how this blog has stretched me. It’s been a good exercise for me and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon! 352 posts done and endless more to be created! Happy two years to me!

Home Sweet Home!

Home Sweet Home!

The next exciting anniversary of the day is today marks four years of being homeowners! I remember the excitement of getting the keys and the crazy rush of moving our stuff and cleaning the house to make it livable. Those where exciting times! This home has been a sanctuary to me and a blessing beyond all belief. Since I tend to be a homebody, I think I bonded with this house in a special way. It’s not huge and it doesn’t have all the bells and whistles, but that’s okay. It’s been exciting to see how Jeremy and I have added to it over the years and made it our own. We’ve put up cabinets in the laundry room, added extra shelves to closets, we have put up a back-splash in the kitchen, changed many fixtures and recently tore up half the floors and replaced them. All of these projects have been do-it-yourself and have really given us a sense of pride in our ownership. I love this house. When I leave the house, I tell it good-bye and that I’ll be back soon. It’s more than walls, it’s our home.  As we start to make room for another family member, I can tell the house will someday be too small. We’ll run out of space eventually, but I don’t want to think about that. Right now, we are content and we are happy right where we are at. Who knows how many more years we have here (maybe even decades), I’m going to enjoy each one as the come because this home is a blessing from the Lord and I am grateful! Happy four year, house! We love you!

 

Entering Project Mode February 11, 2013

Filed under: Home Improvement,Recollections — Amy Scott @ 7:00 pm
It begins!

It begins!

Last Thursday, Jeremy and I drove down to Oregon to fill up our truck with a pallet of new flooring. I guess that would have been the official beginning. The flooring is now stacked in our computer room just waiting to come out of its plastic home and meet my floors. However before the new floor can go down, there is lots to do. Tonight begins our first altering of the house. Jeremy is currently removing our trim from the walls. It’s official. It’s started. We’ve entered into project mode. Later this week/weekend Jeremy will pull up the flooring and make sure that it’s safe for walking on (with shoes of course). It’s been a bit of a pickle doing a home improvement project at the same time I’m hosting a Growth Group. Yes, next Monday when our group gathers they will be walking on sub-flooring. Oh well. I’ve lived in homes with just sub-flooring before on multiple occasions (not a permanent basis but during remodeling times). The first would be when my home flooded in 1996. For a while we lived in a 5th wheel trailer in our front yard and once we were able to get all the bad stuff out of the house we moved back in despite it being mid project. The second time would be when our washing machine decided to overflow in December of 2003. April and I were both off in our own worlds – I was filling out college applications when I heard my mom screaming. As I ran out to see what was going it was obvious that we had a lot of water in our house. So up went the flooring and everything had to dry out. New flooring was eventually put back in. For  my 18th birthday party, the kitchen looked like were remodeling. It didn’t bother me.  “In Progress” means new things are coming and exciting times are around the corner. I can relate to “in progress” because I’m right there. I’m in progress. Just like my house, God can peel the layers off of me and shine up my rough spots. I sympathize with the inconvenience. Being in progress isn’t always glamorous, but it’s leading down a good road. I’m excited for this new phase of my little house. I’ll just have to ask my Growth Group to pardon our dust!

 

Walking in My Shoes February 10, 2013

Filed under: Family Time,Recollections — Amy Scott @ 3:58 pm

This weekend I got the treat of spending some time with my nephew. Because he lives across the mountains, I’m never sure how much I’ll see his family in the winter months because of snow in the passes. Every visit is a special treat and any time we can spend together is special and worth it. Being an auntie is so much fun. I love the hugs and snuggles. Yesterday, it was too funny when Carson walked into the kitchen wearing my boots! According to Jeremy, the boots were the first form of footwear he grabbed when it was time to go outside. Jeremy helped him into the boots and suddenly I heard “Look, Aunt Mayme”. What a character! I remember my sister and I taking turns wearing my grandpa’s cowboy boots and how far up our legs they would go. It seems like the perfect childhood memory to walk in the shoes of a family member you love.

Even this simple act reminds me that there are little eyes watching me and I get to be influence in these young lives. I always hope that my niece and nephew will see me as a person of integrity who loves them and wants the best for them. These family ties are important and I look forward to them deepening with time. Being an aunt is honor. Today, our niece, Brinley, was dedicated at church. It’s a sign that the parents, and also the family, are willing to raise their child to know the Lord as best as possible. I love these dedications because it is a great symbol of the role family plays in the life of a child. I want to do my best to encourage faith in these young hearts. I want to do my best to support my family as they parent. It’s a blessing and one that I don’t take lightly. I’m glad Carson wanted to walk in my shoes. Hopefully they lead him in a good direction!

Walking in My Shoes

Walking in My Shoes

 

Roots January 25, 2013

Filed under: Children's Ministry,Recollections — Amy Scott @ 9:02 pm

I was having coffee with a good friend last week and she was telling me all about the exciting new things going on her life. Her family recently accepted a senior/lead pastor position and this if the first time for them in this kind of a role. I was so curious to hear what it was like to transition from a youth pastor’s wife to a lead pastor’s wife. It was a fun conversation and at the end of it she started talking about how excited she is for Jeremy and I and that we could something like this as well. I have to be honest, it’s always flattering when people think that you’d be a good lead pastor. However, Jeremy and I have never been called to move up the ladder. Some people take children’s pastor roles as a starting point – kind of a like the bottom rung of pastoral ministry, but we’ve never looked at it that way. As flattering as these suggestions are, unless God something says something different, it’s children’s ministry all the way for Jeremy and myself.

It’s always tempting to dream of living in an area where there is a Starbucks, Costco, Target, Panda Express, etc. near by. Lewis County is still pretty rural and let’s face it, Walmart can only be so exciting… But I don’t want to trade it! I was voted most likely to leave and never come back in high school. I would frequently rant about Lewis Country and how I couldn’t wait to get out of here. God has a sense of humor though…. I’ve now lived here going on 15 years (I included my college years because even though I was in Portland, OR, I came home a lot – I couldn’t pass up free laundry, good food and my boyfriend). Moving back after college was a bit of transition. When Jeremy and I were first married I would want to go to Walmart at 11:00pm because it was the only place open 24 hours and I was used to more places being open late in Portland. I’m positive that Jeremy thought I was crazy. But I’ve adapted to this being home. I love the fact that first class of girls I taught will be graduating this year and that I’ve been a part of their lives for so long. I love the history I have with them. I love the fact that post-it notes I wrote in high school are still taped under one of the teacher’s desk. I love that my name is on a Les Mis poster in the local theater and students have pointed it out to me. There is something about being in one place for a while. You really get to see the growth over time and be part of many exciting phases for both the area and the people.

Ministry can be very transitional and I’m not saying that Jeremy and I will be here forever. I don’t make assumptions or play guessing games with my future. All I know is I’m not planning on going anywhere. In the 8 years that Jeremy has been children’s pastor at Bethel, we’ve known multiple pastors who have transitioned to at least 3 different churches in that time. I feel so blessed in a job that can be so transitional that we’ve had  longevity in a place we love. Our family is here and even though a lot of our high school friends have moved away to the big cities, we still get to see them and hang out. Lewis County might be rural, but I don’t feel isolated here. I feel blessed. I am thankful for a place to work and serve. Being at my home church for so many years has allowed me a depth of relationship and history that I am grateful for. I thankful for my home and for my quiet days and my little dog. I’m thankful for the students who have colored my world and made children’s ministry the place to be.  I would have never guessed that putting down roots here would be so good!

 

My High School Musical January 1, 2013

Filed under: Recollections — Amy Scott @ 6:48 pm

Yesterday was my sister’s birthday and for her requested activity of the day she asked me to go see Les Miserables with her. We’ve been anxiously awaiting Les Mis coming to the theaters and it was super hard to wait until the 31st to see it, but it was worth the wait. I really enjoyed the movie and tried my best not to sing out load while watching it! There were times when I was mouthing the words right along with the actors. I knew it would be an emotional movie, but I didn’t expect to find myself sobbing at the end of it. I didn’t bring any kleenex, so I was really trying to hold it together. I asked my sister to wait for the theater to clear out a bit before we left. I needed to regain my composure. It was a great movie that brought back so many memories for me.

Les Mis has always held a special place in my heart because it was my high school musical. My senior year I decided that I wanted to do an extra curricular activity. I had been in choir all four years of high school, but most of my time outside of school was dedicated to church. I wanted to break that trend and do something different. It was my last year, so why not! I will admit that I might be biased, but I think for a group of teenagers, we did a pretty good job pulling off this complicated production. My sister fell in love with the music because I had a practice CD that I had to listen to over and over again. We would belt it at the top of our lungs and let the emotion of the music over take us. It was so much fun! The whole production and experience is one that I’ll never forget. I was only a chorus girl, but I had a couple of solos and I got to play a nun which had no speaking parts, but a really cool outfit! Most of my choir friends were in the production and had major parts, so it was a fun environment to take part in. I will always remember fondly my senior year high school musical. It gave me a deep love for the story and for the music. Below are some pictures from the archives of my computer! It wouldn’t be a complete Les Mis blog if I didn’t show off my nun outfit!

One of my childhood best friends who played Fantine and myself who played a towns person

One of my childhood best friends who played Fantine and myself who played a towns person

The two nuns that attended to Fantine as she died (best costumes ever!)