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nobody clapped with Jennifer Rothschild

A Special Dream Legacy of a Tea Room Moving Beyond the Past

September 8-10

From Debbie Morris Conference Host

Is your spirit thirsty? Do you long for a fresh breeze to blow through your heart? Like a cool breeze to a sun drenched land, every heart needs a time to be replenished in God’s presence and in relationships. Replenish 2005 will give you the opportunity to refresh your spirit with great worship and ministry as well as solid Biblical teaching presented with humor. Bring your friends and allow God to breathe replenishment into your heart.

Speakers Rita Springer

Jennifer Rothschild

As a songwriter and worship leader, Rita has led worship and taught at worship conferences all over the country. Her powerful vocals, unabashed lyrics and philosophy of complete and utter openness before God have made her stand out in the worship community.

A nationally known speaker, recording artist and author, Jennifer is known for spiritual depth and a down-to-earth style as she weaves music, colorful illustrations and biblical truth to help audiences find contentment, walk with endurance and celebrate the ordinary.


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EDITORIAL: Debbie Morris, Editor-in-Chief Stacy Pack, Editorial Director Laura Byrne, Copy Editor Jenny Drott, Copy Editor Loresha Worley, Circulation Director


From the Editor By Debbie Morris

5 A Cinderella Night

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By Rowena Mikkelsen


Servant Leadership

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By Wendy Louvier

6 The Desires of My Heart

By Judy Brisky

8 Nobody Clapped

By Jennifer Rothschild

12 Connecting Jenny

By Duncan Brannan

13 If Only

By Joyce Simmons

14 Canton Trip 15 Food As Fashion

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Tea for Two

By Laura Vice Byrne


2005 Style Show

Hello Ladies! I love summer! I love when things slow down just a little and we have more time for family and friends. The list of reasons I love summer is long: Warm summer evenings, ice cream, cook outs, trips to the lake and vacations are just a few of my affections. Everyone has the summer vacation that is a memory of a lifetime because it did not go as planned. We’ve had several in the past 25 years. One year it did not look like we would be able to afford much of a vacation. When a friend offered her timeshare on an East Texas lake, we were truly ecstatic. We borrowed my father-in-law’s brand new boat and headed to the lake with visions of great fun. It didn’t turn out the way we had planned. The lake was infested with mosquitoes. The only relief we found while on the lake was to be in the water or riding in the boat. Not knowing all the ins and outs of the boat, we burned up the brand new motor—a $5,000 mistake. To make matters worse, I ended up in the emergency room twice with an infection. Needless to say, it was not the vacation we hoped for, but it did provide great memories—the kind you never want to repeat. Every year while on vacation, I ask our kids to vote on their favorite vacation of all time. It amazes me how it changes from year-to-year. There are several vacations that get fondly mentioned each time. My inquiring mind wants to know not just which one was their favorite, but why it was their favorite. I have discovered their criterion is not based on the dollar amount or the exotic places that we might travel. It is about the fun times that we have as a family, which reminds us what family is all about. Regardless of what you have planned this summer, I hope your family will make fun memories that will last a lifetime. When packing, be sure to toss in this issue of Studio G. Blessings, Debbie Morris Editor-in-Chief


Debbie Morris has been married to Pastor Robert Morris for twenty-five years. They are blessed with two children at home and one married son. Debbie is the Pastor of Gateway’s Women’s Ministries and is the Editor-in-Chief of Studio G.

By Wendy Louvier


inderella. That’s what it felt like. A fairy tale. But this was the real thing. I have always carried little special dreams in my heart, little ones that are just mine. Oh yes, there are the dreams for my family, my home and those I circle with, but in one of the little corners of my heart there are those dreams that flash across my mind in a moment’s time that bring a particular smile to my face. This is one of those smiley dreams. Throughout our 28 years of marriage, every once in a while my husband Jay and I will throw on one of our 33 1/3 rpm records (the original Compact Disc), and Jay will attempt to sweep me off my feet and dance around the room. However, the sweeping soon turns into more of a mopping. My feet tangle and twist, going the opposite direction than the rest of me. This puts a quick end to our evening of dancing. My wonderful and very patient husband has made many attempts to teach me the graceful moves of ballroom dancing. My feet just don’t get it. They always end up on top of his.

It’s supposed to be easy. “You’re just making a box,” everyone tells me. Well, I never understood how you could start the box with one foot and finish it with the other and twirl in a circle at the same time. I mean, is a circle supposed to fit into a square? My feet didn’t think so. Then one day Gateway announced that PrimeTime was hosting a Valentine’s Dinner Dance. My little dream tucked away in the corner of my heart seemed to yell out at me, “This is the time. This is the moment. Take the leap!” So, I did. As we drove to the dance that night, I apologized to Jay ahead of time just in case I caused any embarrassment. I was excited. I was nervous. But I was ready. Yes, it was a Cinderella night. The most unlikely couple attending a dinner dance with a live band was about to make their debut. We sat at our table during the first song; fidgety and wondering what might become of us should we step out onto that magic floor. All the other people seemed to be floating on air. We looked at each other and

without saying a word gave each other that look of, “Well? Should we?” I couldn’t believe we were actually standing up. We were actually on our way toward the dancing crowd. We decided to head for the middle where we could hide. And then it happened. It really happened! I was dancing with my husband on a real dance floor with a real live band. We didn’t have a clue what we were doing, but we were having a good time doing it. We laughed. We bumped into other couples and they laughed with us. We twirled and dipped and hugged and danced the whole night through. It was romantic and fun and memorable and breathtaking. It was a magnificent night. It was a Cinderella night. Wendy Louvier and her husband, Jay, have been members at Gateway for two years. She loves to travel with Jay across the United States ministering at various churches, cowboy meetings and youth events.

PrimeTime Upcoming Events Sunday at Sundance 11:00 am | Sunday, June 12 Night of Songs 7:00 pm | Friday, July 15 | Gateway Church Auditorium Comedy Gong Show 7:00 pm | Friday, August 19 | Gateway Church Great Room PrimeTime Excursion October 6-9 | Branson, Missouri Global Ministries Trip for PrimeTime December 9-10 | Fort Worth Women’s Shelter Night of Songs 6:30 pm | Sunday, December 11 | Gateway Church Auditorium 12:34 PrimeTime (50+) Singles Lunch 12:34 pm | 4th Sunday of each month | Locations Vary Bible Fellowship Class 9:30 am | Sundays | Room 206

For more information on any of the PrimeTime events, contact Carol Rose at the church office, 817.552.3636, or email

By Rowena Mikkelsen

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“Your pregnancy is terminated.” Somehow, I just couldn’t comprehend what those words meant. I kept struggling to understand. My doctor looked very white and seemed very upset. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” he said. “I think so,” I replied, even though I really didn’t. He continued, “Rowena, the baby has died, there’s no heartbeat. I want you to carry this baby until you go into hard labor, which will be no longer than two weeks, then come to the hospital. I will have to help you deliver the baby.” I looked at my mother and saw tears in her eyes. Reality came crashing in on me. Finally, I began to understand what was happening. How could this be? I’d been so careful to eat right and do everything the doctor said. I had toxemia since the third month of my pregnancy, but I had worked so hard to keep it under control. I had prayed so hard! How could this happen? The baby was seven and a half months and ready to be delivered! Why now? Today was the day I was planning to go to the hospital to deliver my baby. The doctor had only one explanation. “The toxemia has severely damaged your kidneys. They couldn’t handle the waste for both of you. I’m just glad I could save you.” The words seemed very harsh, and I

tried to take it all in as shock numbed me. I pulled myself together and prepared to leave. I felt as if I was in the middle of a terrible nightmare and I should be waking up soon. The next week was absolutely terrible! I had trouble sleeping and had nightmares when I did sleep, though God’s presence was very real. He truly was my comforter. One day He gave me a wonderful vision of my baby girl waiting for me inside Heaven’s gate. That one vision gave me such peace. It got me through the next few days, weeks and months; even now it is embedded in my memory. The labor finally started. I went to the hospital and delivered my baby girl. We had a graveside funeral and put away the nursery, a constant reminder of our baby. My kidneys were so severely damaged that the doctor said I would never survive another pregnancy. He wanted me to regain my health and come back to the hospital to have my tubes tied. Still, I just couldn’t accept the doctor’s diagnosis, “No children!” Being a mother was my life long dream! I knew I was destined to be a mother! As I began to get back to normality, the feeling I had deep inside me only grew stronger. I felt sure that one day I’d have children—I just knew it would happen! One Sunday, months later, we had an exceptional church service. The Holy Spirit’s presence was very real. As others were

going forward for prayer, I felt a very clear impression that I should go forward and ask for healing for my kidneys. I knelt at the altar as my pastor’s wife came to pray with me. As we prayed for God’s healing, I felt such peace. I left that night knowing I’d obeyed God’s leading. Soon after that I went to the hospital for a tonsillectomy. While I was there the doctor decided to take x-rays of my kidneys. The next day, he came into my room with a very puzzled look on his face. “I don’t know what’s happened, but I looked at your x-rays and called in five specialists to examine them. We compared the x-rays of your kidneys fifteen months ago to those taken yesterday and we all agree. They aren’t the same kidneys. We don’t know what’s happened but these kidneys are perfect. There’s no reason why you can’t have children!” Sixteen months later, I was once again in a hospital bed with tears rolling down my cheeks. This time, they were tears of joy as I held my eight pound seven and a half ounce baby boy. I cried as I thanked God for His wonderful love and healing. As I dedicated my baby to Him, I thanked Him for truly giving me the “desires of my heart.” Rowena Mikkelsen and her husband, Bob, are members of Gateway and have attended for three years. She is the mother of three children and six grandchildren.

servant leadership


As a younger child my son Joel liked dirt—really liked dirt. Okay, he loved dirt; and I don’t use the word love lightly! One day a few summers ago, he and big brother Jacob were outside playing. Some time had passed when Joel walked in the house with his feet and ankles covered with dirt and sand. The gritty stuff was stuck to him. He stood there looking at me wondering, I am sure, how I would react. My initial thought was to set him straight right there and then. I mean, didn’t he know not to come into the house with dirt all over himself? How many times had I told him to clean up and shake off the dirt before coming inside? Yet, there he stood with dirt and sand falling to the floor with every second that passed. I was ready to begin my litany when all of a sudden I looked at this precious child and was overcome with love. Instead of giving him my little lecture, I walked over and without a word I picked him up and took him to the bathroom. I sat him on the counter and turned on the water until it was nice and warm, and then I placed his feet in the sink and proceeded to gently wash his feet. Not one word was spoken. Joel looked up at me and smiled. When I was finished, I dried his feet and then he gave me a great big kiss! He went back out to play, and I thanked Jesus for the opportunity of getting a glimpse of what it must be like to serve as He serves. How many times have I stumbled in my Christian walk only to have the Lord pick me up again? When I falter and ask

By Judy Brisky

for His forgiveness, He comes and washes me clean. The Lord is the only one for each of us to run to when we are in need. “Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” Hebrews 4:16 (NIV) I am reminded of the Last Supper when Jesus went to each of his apostles and washed their feet—the ultimate act of servanthood. In those days, washing the feet of visitors was the lowliest of all jobs. He served the apostles with such love and tenderness. I believe the Lord wants us to know about serving one another; about being able to humble ourselves for those around us. More than that, He wants us to know how very much He loves us. I felt that same love and tenderness when I washed my young son’s feet. Sure, my children need to learn to obey, to follow instructions and to trust my teaching. I will discipline with love, teach with care and speak with kindness so that they will know that I am a safe place. At this season in my children’s lives my husband and I are their safe place. But one day soon they will transfer their trust to the safest place they will ever know, the arms of Jesus. Judy Brisky is married to Pastor Mike Brisky, Pastor of Family Ministries, and they are the parents of two boys. She serves on the Leadership Council of Gateway Home Educators and is a member of the Gateway Worship Team. She enjoys reading, writing and spending time with her family.

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By Jennifer Rothschild


indergarten is offering my little Connor quite the education. He is learning a lot more than just how to stand still in line and raise his hand in class! He is learning more than how to simply write his name. He’s learning how to handle discouragement. When Connor disembarked from his yellow school bus last Wednesday, he carried much more than a backpack full of tempered painted construction paper and pencil scratched work sheets. He carried the heavy burden of disappointment all the way home from Mrs. Setzer’s classroom. He had picked up this heavy and unfamiliar baggage at show-and-tell earlier that day. Without even seeing his cute face, I knew that all was not well just by the sound of his voice. I called out from the front porch, “Hi Connor.” In a low moan, he replied, “Hi Mom.” ”What’s wrong,” I asked. His small voice broke as he whimpered, “Nobody clapped.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “At show and tell, nobody clapped for me.” His voice rose with conviction as he indignantly announced, “They all clapped for Devin, but nobody clapped for me!” Connor told me that the class had never clapped before during show-and-tell,but they chose to applaud at the display of Devin’s picture. “Well,” I consoled, “It’s because Devin made the picture all by himself, and your classmates were simply being encouraging.” He pouted and sighed as he said, ”I needed ‘entouragement’ too!”


Now it was time for mom to bind up the emotional wounds. “Connor,” I persuaded, “People aren’t always going to clap even when we do something great. Sometimes people applaud for others and not for us. I know it feels good when we hear clapping, but when you don’t hear people applaud, then it’s easier to hear God’s applause.” At this point he was really listening. “God claps?” “Yes,” I continued, “We can’t hear God clapping with our ears but, we hear it with our hearts.” I’m not sure he really understood, but I did. Do you? Sometimes we all get discouraged when we don’t receive the acknowledgement or praise we feel we need or deserve. Let’s face it, sometimes we all need an AT A BOY! But being so focused on the praise of men may leave us deflated and discouraged. It can distract us from hearing the one who is constantly applauding us as we walk by faith and run the race with endurance. His applause may be quiet and subtle. You may hear it as you read his Word or receive a touch from a sister in Christ. It can be heard in lonely silence and in loud crowds. You can sense it as you draw near

to Him and as you flee from sin. You hear its faint echo as you obey even when no one here on earth is watching. Yes, God sees, God knows, God claps. There is enough revealed about our God through the pages of scripture to suggest that if clapping occurs in heaven, then God is applauding for you! He is like the faithful father in the story Jesus told about the prodigal son in Luke 15. It shows that our God is ready to run to a wayward child and celebrate with an outrageous party on his homecoming! Surely the Father claps! Surely the child is encouraged! The applause of our Father sometimes isn’t heard because we are not listening for it. Our ears are so fixed on the temporary accolades of men that we are deaf to the eternal applause of our Father God. The applause of men fades; the applause of our God is forever. Listen for it and you will certainly hear it. His applause will encourage and lift you, and by the way, his applause is not based on what you do, it’s based on whom,

or shall I say, whose you are! So, my friend, receive ultimate encouragement today from the applause of heaven even if nobody here on earth is clapping! “The Lord your God is in your midst, a victorious warrior. He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy.” Zephaniah 3:17 (NASB)

Jennifer Rothschild will be our guest speaker at Replenish 2005, Gateway Women’s Conference, in September. She lives in Missouri with her husband, Phillip, and their sons, Clayton and Connor. Jennifer has authored two books, Lessons I Learned in the Dark and Touched by His Unseen Hand, and is an accomplished musician.


Beginners Quilting Class Thursday, weekly Missy Long 817.355.0333

Believing God - Beth Moore Bible Study Tuesday, weekly Ruth Price 817.488.4691

Businesswomen’s Network Lunch Wednesday, weekly Sarah Harris 972.299.9636

Card Creations Tuesday, weekly Paulette Huff 817.354.5150

Cooking Class Second Saturday of each month Jana Andrus 817.431.1802

Dog Park and Fellowship First Friday of each month Aja Schiewe 817.741.4817

Domestic Divas First Wednesday of each month Shelley Frausto 972.304.0860

Home Décor - Decorating Tips and Ideas Every Thursday in July Skissy Caldwell 817.581.0807

Intermediate Tennis First Wednesday of each month Darci Weisberg 817.416.0759

Lunch Bunch Second and fourth Tuesdays in June and July April Wells 817.267.6339

Nine & Dine, Couples Golf and a Burger Last Friday of each month Kristin Paschke 817.416.8260

Ready Writers Monday night, bi-weekly Lena Dooley 817.281.1599

Scrapbooking First Saturday of each month Amy Morrison 214.240.7934

Scrapbooking Last Friday of each month Catherine Ethridge 817.431.9719

Sign Language for Worship Every Tuesday and Thursday in June La’Netia Taylor 817.750.0106

Skilled Quilters Create a Prayer Quilt Thursday, weekly Jan Drysdale 817.268.0646

The Feminine Connection Study Tuesday, weekly Susan Brown 817.416.6942

The 7 Basic Needs of a Husband Study Tuesday, weekly Karen Cameron 817.267.6868

Walking Group - Exercise & Fellowship Thursday, weekly Alice Williams 817.498.1462

Weigh Down Monday, weekly Heather Bourland 817.741.4523

Weight Management Support Group Friday, weekly Nicki Little 817.232.0230

By Pastor Duncan Brannan



“How are you?” I said. I could scarcely believe who I was seeing, and in this of all places. A sweet smile and a brush of auburn hair came with her reply, “Fine.” For a moment the usual questions flurried. You know all those little queries that go with not having seen someone for a while. Then I asked, “So, are you going to the class reunion?” Suddenly that sweet smile vanished. “No,” was her only reply. “Why?” I asked. But I already knew the answer. It didn’t take a word of knowledge. It was written all over her face, and my mind raced back in time to where it all began. Growing up, Jenny was a short, sweet, auburn-haired girl with a bit of baby fat, never enough to hide her beautiful features, but enough for skinny schoolyard kids to jeer at and inflict a wound. No matter what the activity, Jenny was always unwelcome. She was in several of my elementary classes and was cute, nice and smarter than a lot of the other girls. But, I never told her. Not once. Sixth grade was the last time I saw her until this surprise divine appointment at Home Depot. Now, there she stood, not much taller than my last memory, but a beautiful woman with all the wit and intelligence I remembered. (A pretty woman who could manage a Home Depot? It’s like Tim Taylor’s dream girl!) Jenny was now a successful woman by all counts and sounded like a great mom, too. But, my question had unveiled a lonely, rejected little school girl. Her answer was, “No. I’m too busy.” But her countenance said, “No. I’m too wounded.” No amount of coaxing would move her. Jenny would not connect. She had chosen to live the rest of her life hanging on the

last sentence in a chapter that ended with heartache. I struggled to choke back the tears. I wanted to throw my arms around that poor little girl Satan had wounded through a handful of obnoxious kids and adults who had deepened the cut. But my items were now paid for, customers were waiting, and Jenny’s demeanor said, “Thank you for shopping at Home Depot. Have a nice life.” So, I walked out of the store weeping inside for a woman afraid to start a new chapter with God. This summer hundreds of beautiful and intelligent young women are returning to Gateway from college and many are bringing with them more than just a colorful set of Samsonites. They’re carrying the spiritual and emotional baggage of wounded schoolgirls. I wonder if you’re one of them. If you are, may I share with you two things? First, I want to tell you how sorry I am for what you have been through. For many years I was deeply wounded, but I stand here today with some scars and great testimonies of God’s sovereignty and grace. I’m here to tell you that He wants to do the same for you. The second thing I want to share with you is that Gateway isn’t your old schoolyard. You’re coming to a safe place where hope and healing, fun and freedom are dished out in large portions! If you are ready to start a new chapter, there are many ways for you to connect with God and people through Fusion Groups, Life Groups, special events, you name it. “Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:18-19 (NKJV)

Connecting Jenny

Duncan Brannan is the Associate Pastor of Gateway’s College Ministries and holds a Doctorate in Fine Arts and a Bachelor’s degree in Biblical Studies from Concordia College & University.

CONNECT WITH VERTICAL Gateway College Ministries

Vertical Services: • June 14 • July 12 • August 16 (begins meeting weekly)

VERTICAL Escape Escape with us to Grapevine Lake for a cookout, volleyball and boat rides on July 16. For more details, contact Ashley Miller at the church office, 817.552.3638, or email

By Joyce Simmons If only I had worried less about footprints on my newly waxed floor I wonder if my kids would be tracking down different paths today. If I had taken their small hands in mine down country lanes To search for bugs and butterflies I wonder if they would see more beauty in this world? If only I had felt my husband’s concern Of unpaid bills and mortgages due Instead of my silence for things we could not have Would he hunger to spend more time with me now To walk in the cool of the evening? Would he look at me and really hear my words Rather than be lost in the changing of the remote Would he reach for me in the night to pull me close Rather than leave us both for a far away dream? If only I had only. If only I had selflessly assured my folks while I could That the time and insights they gave me help me understand How to deal in love with my own children And that their mistakes were now just dim reminders clouded by new Horizons of my own maturity. If only I might realize that the moments of today Are mine and that choices today last forever. Then, I will hear the raindrops dancing on the roof And call my kids just to hear them answer. I will put my arms around my man and sip on his brand of soda And make if only begin today.

Joyce Simmons has been involved in women’s ministry for 27 years. She has authored several books including Shared Joy is Double Joy and Selfless Love. Joyce, the mother of three and grandmother of six, is married and lives in Keller, Texas.


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n any given weekend you will find my husband and I making a trek over to Whole Foods Market. The assortment of organic foods and fresh fruits and vegetables constantly inspire us to try new recipes. In her book, Barefoot Contessa Parties, Ina Garten writes that most chefs go to the market and see what’s fresh and in season before deciding what to cook. On the other hand, most of us decide what we want to eat, and then go to the market to find the ingredients for the recipe. Ina encourages her readers to be like chefs and venture off to the market for inspiration. Since strawberries are currently in season, I am showcasing one of my favorite recipes from Ina’s cookbook: Strawberry Country Cake. 

Strawberry Country Cake ¾ cup unsalted butter (1 ½ sticks) at room temperature 4 extra-large eggs at room temperature 2 cups sugar ¾ cup sour cream at room temperature ½ teaspoon grated lemon zest ½ teaspoon grated orange zest ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract 2 cups all-purpose flour ¼ cup cornstarch ½ teaspoon kosher salt 1 teaspoon baking soda

Filling for Each Cake: 1 cup heavy whipping cream (½ pint), chilled 3 tablespoons sugar ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract 1 pint fresh strawberries, hulled and sliced

Stephanie Evans and her husband, Brenton, have been members of Gateway for five years. She is on staff at Gateway and has served on the Women’s Ministry Committee for three years.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Butter and flour two 8-inch cake pans. Cream the butter and sugar on high speed until light and fluffy in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment. On medium speed, add the eggs, one at a time, then the sour cream, zests, and vanilla, scrapping down the bowl as needed. Mix well. Sift together the flour, cornstarch, salt, and baking soda. On low speed, slowly add the flour mixture to the butter mixture and combine just until smooth. Pour the batter evenly into the pans, smooth the tops with a spatula, and bake in the center of the oven for 40 to 50 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean. Let cool in the pans for 30 minutes, then remove to wire racks and let cool to room temperature. To make filling for one cake, whip the cream by hand or in a mixer until firm; add the sugar and vanilla. Slice one of the cakes horizontally with a long, sharp knife. Place the bottom slice of the cake on a serving platter, spread with half of the whipped cream, and scatter with sliced strawberries. Cover with the top slice of the cake and spread with the remaining cream. Decorate with strawberries. The recipe makes two 8-inch cakes. If you are not using the second cake, let it cool completely, wrap in plastic, and freeze for up to six months.

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By Laura Vice Byrne


“When she gets lonesome, we’ll drive right up and get her. I think five years old is too young to be away from home for a whole week. But we’ll let Tara try it for a night or two. She has no idea how homesick she’ll be so far from us,” said my sister-in-law, Diana. We stood talking in the early June morning outside her open front door. Dianna called into the house, “Tara, Aunt Sissy is ready to leave.” My niece lived in Lafayette, Louisiana, 450 miles from my home in the North Texas metroplex. From the end of the driveway, we heard tapping on the front passenger window of my car. Kneeling in the car seat with her tiny nose squished against the pane, Tara hit the window with one little hand and waved to us with the other. “Let’s go to Dallas. Now!” Dianna and I could hear the muffled words that Tara was mouthing at full volume to us through the window. My sister-in-law and I looked at each other and laughed. “I think maybe she’ll do okay,” I said. December 15 of 2004, twenty-one year old Tara and I went to our sixteenth annual and final tea for two at the Lady Primrose Tea Room. We didn’t talk in the formal British accent that she insisted we both use in the years that she was five, six and seven. “Aunt Sissy, we have to talk like the Queen of England while we have tea.” The waitresses smiled at the little girl in the white ruffled dress doing a dead-ringer imitation of Elizabeth the Second. She also insisted that we hold out our pinky fingers as we drank from the china cups. Tara held out both manicured pinkies as she clutched her cup with two small hands. We got a fresh, red manicure on her miniature nails before leaving my house. She blew into the hot tea with such

gusto that wisps of hair fluttered over her big green eyes ringed with heavy brown lashes. For sixteen years, Tara and I have put on party clothes and hats for our traditional Lady Primrose Tea of finger sandwiches, scones with English cream and tiny pastries and chocolates. The menu includes a choice of teas, but Tara always chooses, “It’s The Berries”, a fruity and flowery tea blended with raspberries and cranberries producing a lovely ruby red bouquet. Until she turned ten, the tea in her cup was just for authenticity. Tara preferred a tall class of milk as a chaser to the tiny, tasty girly food. When we arrived at the tea room on December 15, we were told that Lady Primrose was closing its doors January 8, 2005. No more Primrose tradition. Tara burst into tears and cried to the gracious hostess, “But I’ve come here every year for sixteen years. This is about my childhood. Where will I bring my little girls?” As I hugged my tearful niece, my eyes flooded with tears of my own. My mind flashed with memories of silly, happy, teasing laughter over little nuggets of sweets. Memories of hairdos changing from pigtails to shag cuts. Memories of fashion changing from ruffles and bows to sweater sets, bangle earrings and short skirts with spike heels. Memories of conversation changing from Barbie Dolls to college courses and jobs. Where had the time gone? My only child is now a grown man. I don’t have a daughter of my own. But once a year, for sixteen years, Dianna and my brother John have lovingly shared Tara with me. A tradition of tea parties, shopping and Cary Grant movie nights was birthed on a warm June morning years ago with a little girl impatiently calling me to, “hurry-up and get this party on the road.” The tea practice will continue but not with Lady Primrose. That day last December as I consoled Tara, I realized that a woman does impact lives outside of her own home in surprising ways. A tea party is not only about the sweet, sticky residue of jams and cream and syrupy berry tea. It is also about two women a generation apart sharing their dreams, fears, faith, joy and hope. Such things last a lifetime. Laura Vice Byrne and her husband, Greg, have been Gateway members for more than two years. They happily live only five minutes from the church in Southlake. Laura leads a Women’s Life Group on Tuesday mornings.

Studio G suggest these books for summer reading.

Non Fiction From Dream to Destiny

Robert Morris Captivating

John and Stasi Eldredge Intimate Issues

Linda Dillow and Lorraine Pintus Approval Addiction

Joyce Meyer Touched by His Unseen Hand

Jennifer Rothschild Lessons I Learned in the Dark

Jennifer Rothschild

Fiction Mark of the Lion Trilogy

Francine Rivers The Mitford Series

Jan Karon Clouds

Robin Jones Gunn Pretense

Lori Wick The Note

Angela Hunt Black, Red and White

Ted Decker


Sarah Seay models for Chantal’s

Kimberly Croce models for Sue Bearrie

Master of Ceremonies Chad Hennings and more gorgeous models Beautiful models

Miss Southlake, Christie Kibler; Miss Texas, Miss USA, Tyler Willis; Miss Texas, Miss America, Jamie Story

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Special Guests Chad Hennings served as the announcer for the evening. He is a former Dal las Cowboy and three-time Super Bowl Cha mpion. Chad also served in the Air Force during Desert Storm. Chad and his wife, Tam my, have two children. Tyler Willis competed for Mis s USA in April and was among the top 15 fina lists. She was chosen Miss Photogenic. We are proud of Tyler for her representation of our Lord. Tyler, a graduate of Texas Tech, is also a Gateway Church member. Jamie Story is Miss Texas, Miss America. Jamie was a Top 10 Semi-Fi nalist at the Miss America Pageant in Sep tember 2004. She is a 2003 graduate of Rice University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Mathematical Analysis and Sport Management. Blynda Lane is the anchorper son for Gateway TV which can be seen during weekend services and at Blynda and her husband, Todd, have two chi ldren.

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Vickie Akins, Pam Boyd, Bet hany Brecheen, Lexa Brecheen, Macy Breche en, Brooke Bryant, Laura Byrne, Cara Cam eron, Lisa Corley, Emma Cox, Patty Cox , Blair Croce, Kimberly Croce, Elijah Elliott, Heidi Fickey, Nellie Halek, Tammy Hennin gs, Karla Leathers, Jean Littlefield, Chr istie Kibler (Miss Southlake 2005), Lind sey Kellum, Hannah Morris, Hannah Roa ch, Abigail Roberts, David Roberts, Jen nifer Roberts, Marissa Star, Sarah Seay, Jam ie Story (Miss Texas, Miss America), Connor Taylor, Cathy Thayer, Alice Williams, Tyler Willis (Miss Texas, Miss USA), Jennifer Winter, Scott Buchanan, Karen Cameron, Deb orah Clark, Stephanie Evans, Samantha Golden, June Graves, Lynda Grove, Jan Gru bbs, Jenifer Grubbs, Ben Haake, Lerah Ma rah, Sara

McClain, Ashley Miller, Mary Beth Miller, Josh Morris, Lenora Oldham , Stacy Pack, Natasha Poon, Suzette Roach, Gelson Rocha, Amy Rogers, Alicia Shawhan, Yuri Star, JD Spivey, Kim Taylor, Amanda Wethington, Loresha Worley and the Gat eway Media Services and Technical Arts Departments.

Hair and Makeup furnished



1709 Forest Ridge, Bedford

Special Thanks to Our Wonderful Sponsors Grubbs Infiniti, Ltd. Mouton’s Salon

Sponsoring Stores ANIMAL CRACKERS Southlake Town Square 120 State Street, Southlake ASHLINS, LTD. 106 E Texas Street, Grapevine CHANTAL’S BOUTIQUE

55 Main Street, Suite 125 Colleyville

Brian and Tracey Elliott

Door Prizes Donated Mouton’s Salon

Arbonne Beene and Company Pappagallo Southern Living at Home

CHARMED BY MELISSA 1234 Main Street, Southlake

A Moment in Time Classic Photography by Amber Wells


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PAIGE’S 5509 Colleyville Blvd, Suite 260 Colleyville SUE BEARRIE 5611 Colleyville Blvd, Suite 200 Colleyville

Benefited Single Mothers of the Single Parent Families Ministries Enliven Style Show benefited Single Mothers of the Single Parent Families Ministries of Gateway Church with $1,000 to help with their special Mother’s Day Ban quet. Single Mothers face enormo us challenges everyday. The Single Parent Families Ministries allows mothers the opportunity to build meaningful relationships through our small groups which are tailore d for them. This past year, Gateway Chu rch was able to bless our single parents by pro viding them with Christmas gift cards to purchase gifts for their children and essent ials such as school supplies.

TALBOTS 160 State Street, Southlake THE MOTHER’S PLACE 1243 Main Street, Southlake





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Studio G Magazine - Summer 2005  

Studio G is a bi-annual, nonprofit magazine published by Gateway Church as a ministry of Pink, Gateway Women. The purpose of Studio G magazi...