FBCN Women's Ministry

05/12/2023

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I once ran away on the eve of Mother’s Day. Is it safe to say things like this out loud? There are times and seasons that Mother’s Day can feel like a lose-lose, no matter what your people or you do. Because either you have to face being given these exquisite gifts that make you feel lik

09/07/2022

We would love to have you join us….

“GIRL’S NIGHT OUT” IS ALMOST HERE !!
Join us for dessert and coffee
and our usual measure of laughter, fun, and learning
Friday evening September 9th at 6:30
First Baptist Church of Narragansett
Hear Lori Roeleveld share on the topic of ---“Living an Effective Life”
INVITE A FRIEND or 2
Call church office at 401-783-2792 to reserve your spot!

06/09/2022

A timely writing from our dear friend, Lori. 💗

An Ode to All We Do Not Know This morning I thought back to one year ago. I started the day at my desk after some Bible reading and prayer. Worked my job. Enjoyed a sense of self-determination and well-being. At 1, I left to meet a client. By 3:30, I was in the back of a rescue, torn and bleeding wi...

04/13/2022

Beautiful…

“It’s all worship,” I whisper to myself as I make my way back down the aisle to the nursery. Again.

This is the season I’m in right now, and just as seasons always do, this one will all too quickly fade into the next.

I know I’ll miss this season, but if I’m being honest, there are times I feel ready for the next. You know my love for transparency.

I’m ready to hear an entire sermon, uninterrupted.

But this is worship.

I’m ready to not make three walks down the aisle and back to the nursery in a single service.

But this really is worship. So I’ll continue to worship.

There truly is no greater form of worship than to lay the foundation for an eternity.

The foundation of Jesus.

Every time I struggle to get out of the house on time with a tribe of babies in tow, I’m laying the foundation for worship.

Every time I carry them through the church doors, it’s worship.

Every time I rock one to sleep in my pew, it’s worship.

Every time I hold them while kneeling at the altar, it’s worship.

Every goldfish crumb I clean up and sippy cup I pack away in my bag, it’s worship.

This is growth in the Father’s House.

I’m raising a future generation of worshipers, and how will they ever learn if I’m not teaching them to worship wherever they are?

So for the season, I’m in, I'll continue to worship.

Because nursery worship is a Holy kind of work.

03/07/2022

I’m thankful for this reminder today. 💗

Father, when I drift into making this week about me, pull me back into perspective: You are God, and I am not.

Humble my pride-driven heart so that I fade into the background as Your name is lifted high.

Teach me the beauty of Jesus' humility.
Make me more and more and more like Him.