Saturday, April 30, 2011
Food for thought
Life isn't so much about destinations. It's about the journey God takes us on to reach them.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Resurrection Sunday!
God's eternal heart captured in one epic scene: the cross.
His faithfulness. His forgiveness. His unfailing love. His sovereign grace. All against the dark back-drop of a world who wanted to murder their Creator.
"It pleased the Lord to crush Him…making His soul an offering for sin." (Isaiah 53:10) That was His plan: Hope for a hurting, dying, sin-sick world. Victory over our greatest enemies – sin, Satan, death. God the Father judged His perfect Son so that we wouldn't have to face eternal judgment. He forsook His own, precious Son so that He would never, ever have to forsake those who become His children. Incomprehensible, yes?
The cross. Oh, it's beautiful and terrible at the same time. Terrible because of us and our sin. Beautiful because of God and His love. And beautiful because the story doesn't end there...
He is RISEN!!!! Hallelujah! Sing! Shout! Rejoice because the cross and the tomb are empty – forever!
His faithfulness. His forgiveness. His unfailing love. His sovereign grace. All against the dark back-drop of a world who wanted to murder their Creator.
"It pleased the Lord to crush Him…making His soul an offering for sin." (Isaiah 53:10) That was His plan: Hope for a hurting, dying, sin-sick world. Victory over our greatest enemies – sin, Satan, death. God the Father judged His perfect Son so that we wouldn't have to face eternal judgment. He forsook His own, precious Son so that He would never, ever have to forsake those who become His children. Incomprehensible, yes?
The cross. Oh, it's beautiful and terrible at the same time. Terrible because of us and our sin. Beautiful because of God and His love. And beautiful because the story doesn't end there...
He is RISEN!!!! Hallelujah! Sing! Shout! Rejoice because the cross and the tomb are empty – forever!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
God's Faithfulness: Photos
Oh, I wish there were a way to adequately convey the immensity of God's faithfulness to me. I can't help but think back over the past three semesters and...well, God is God. Meaning, He's brought me through things I could have never faced alone and He's never let me down. Ever. I don't know how many times I've wailed to Him, "Lord, this is not how I thought things would be!" Praise His name - He doesn't do things the way I would. If I could've planned my own life, it would be a disaster. Knowing that, I still often convince myself that I can be in control. Stupid, yes? I can hear my friend's mom gently reminding me of Proverbs 16:9, "A man's heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps."
...Photos? Oh yes, we're getting there. Each one reminds me of God's faithfulness.
Changing seasons: God stays the same.
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Classes...
Language had been the love of my heart for years (now perhaps replaced by coffee, but we won't go there now...I might get a scolding). Last semester's Grammar intro class was great. I'm not sure what's happened since then. Now, the thought of spending next semester studying linguistics terrifies me. Being involved in this aspect of missions has lost every last bit of appeal for me. Bible translation, my one-time goal and dream? It makes me want to run as fast as I can in the opposite direction. Even learning another language - well enough to communicate effectively on a deep level - seems impossibly difficult. Maybe God won't call me to translation or linguistics (I'm praying He won't). But next semester is an open door, for now. Faith tells me to walk through it. Fear tells me to run. Faith tells me I don't need to know the whole story - how God will use this - I just need to obey what I know now. Fear tells me I'll never make it. Faith reminds me that God will never call me to something He won't enable me to do. His grace is always enough.
Faith...fear...faith...fear...
It's the story of my life, I'm telling you.
You don't know how close I was to fainting before giving that shot. But I did it! By God's grace.
From L to R: me, Lindsey, Esther, Dawn, Stephen
God's grace is abundant: one of the biggest challenges (class-wise) of this semester was met by one of the biggest blessings, my team. These guys were the best. No qualifiers on that statement.
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Friends...
I've said it before, but it bears repeating. Friends are some of the Lord's most beautiful blessings to us. Sisters in Christ - forever.
You know these girls. (Is it cheating to use the same picture twice?)
My crazy, fun roommate, Megan. She's a monkey, if there ever was one. She says she can make me laugh anytime she wants to. I don't think that's too far from the truth.
My friend Susan... Wish I could come up with a good description of her personality, but...well, Susan is just Susan. And she's fabulous.
Oh, crazy classmates! I love 'em. So many wonderful memories.
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I have fond memories of my very first Thanksgiving away from home...complete with my first time decorating a Christmas tree, watching "The Grinch", "Frosty the Snowman", and "Arthur's Perfect Christmas". "The kids made me do it." Just kidding. I loved every minute of it.
These are the "stars" of our tree-decorating party...
Adriana, Esther, Beka. Beautiful girls.
This is Piper-girl. She sought refuge and found it under the tree. I wonder whose socks those are...?
Siblings: Josh and Beka. Cute, aren't they?! Complete hams when there's a camera around.
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Fun times at the nursing home...
The E-Linc group dubbed "Group Awesome" by our beloved newcomers, Stephen and Dawn (sadly not in this photo). Oh, and I'd like to point out that I am NOT strangling my roommate there. Megan was making this face before I put my hands on her shoulders.
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And we could keep going.
Yup. My God is pretty awesome.
...Photos? Oh yes, we're getting there. Each one reminds me of God's faithfulness.
Changing seasons: God stays the same.
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Classes...
Language had been the love of my heart for years (now perhaps replaced by coffee, but we won't go there now...I might get a scolding). Last semester's Grammar intro class was great. I'm not sure what's happened since then. Now, the thought of spending next semester studying linguistics terrifies me. Being involved in this aspect of missions has lost every last bit of appeal for me. Bible translation, my one-time goal and dream? It makes me want to run as fast as I can in the opposite direction. Even learning another language - well enough to communicate effectively on a deep level - seems impossibly difficult. Maybe God won't call me to translation or linguistics (I'm praying He won't). But next semester is an open door, for now. Faith tells me to walk through it. Fear tells me to run. Faith tells me I don't need to know the whole story - how God will use this - I just need to obey what I know now. Fear tells me I'll never make it. Faith reminds me that God will never call me to something He won't enable me to do. His grace is always enough.
Faith...fear...faith...fear...
It's the story of my life, I'm telling you.
You don't know how close I was to fainting before giving that shot. But I did it! By God's grace.
From L to R: me, Lindsey, Esther, Dawn, Stephen
God's grace is abundant: one of the biggest challenges (class-wise) of this semester was met by one of the biggest blessings, my team. These guys were the best. No qualifiers on that statement.
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Friends...
I've said it before, but it bears repeating. Friends are some of the Lord's most beautiful blessings to us. Sisters in Christ - forever.
You know these girls. (Is it cheating to use the same picture twice?)
My crazy, fun roommate, Megan. She's a monkey, if there ever was one. She says she can make me laugh anytime she wants to. I don't think that's too far from the truth.
My friend Susan... Wish I could come up with a good description of her personality, but...well, Susan is just Susan. And she's fabulous.
Oh, crazy classmates! I love 'em. So many wonderful memories.
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I have fond memories of my very first Thanksgiving away from home...complete with my first time decorating a Christmas tree, watching "The Grinch", "Frosty the Snowman", and "Arthur's Perfect Christmas". "The kids made me do it." Just kidding. I loved every minute of it.
These are the "stars" of our tree-decorating party...
Adriana, Esther, Beka. Beautiful girls.
This is Piper-girl. She sought refuge and found it under the tree. I wonder whose socks those are...?
Siblings: Josh and Beka. Cute, aren't they?! Complete hams when there's a camera around.
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Fun times at the nursing home...
The E-Linc group dubbed "Group Awesome" by our beloved newcomers, Stephen and Dawn (sadly not in this photo). Oh, and I'd like to point out that I am NOT strangling my roommate there. Megan was making this face before I put my hands on her shoulders.
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And we could keep going.
Yup. My God is pretty awesome.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Hitherto
You know those times when you say something to a friend, intending to encourage them, and then the reality of what you're saying hits you? I was going through an old notebook and came across a poem I'd written for a friend last semester. The words had me staring into my own heart - with all my worrying, my fretting, my fears, my lack of trust. But shining through that dismal view was GOD'S faithfulness. As surely as He has led her and taken care of her, He will take care of me. He doesn't change. So without further commentary, here's the poem.
~Hitherto~
1 Samuel 7:12b - Hitherto (or 'thus far') the LORD has helped us...
By Your help to this place I've come
Even though I seem alone
And my strength is almost gone
Still I know You will lead me home
Hitherto Your grace has blessed me
Hitherto Your love has shone
Hitherto Your Spirit has kept me
And I know You will lead me home
Empty, desolate, dismayed
As I wait on You to move
Fondest hopes on this altar laid
That sufficient You may prove
Poured out like a broken vase
My soul longs for You, my Rock
Help me, Lord, Your will embrace
In the wealth of Your grace to walk
Tears of anguish still often flow
Lord, forgive my unbelief
I shall see Your might, I know
And my soul find sweet relief
~Hitherto~
1 Samuel 7:12b - Hitherto (or 'thus far') the LORD has helped us...
By Your help to this place I've come
Even though I seem alone
And my strength is almost gone
Still I know You will lead me home
Hitherto Your grace has blessed me
Hitherto Your love has shone
Hitherto Your Spirit has kept me
And I know You will lead me home
Empty, desolate, dismayed
As I wait on You to move
Fondest hopes on this altar laid
That sufficient You may prove
Poured out like a broken vase
My soul longs for You, my Rock
Help me, Lord, Your will embrace
In the wealth of Your grace to walk
Tears of anguish still often flow
Lord, forgive my unbelief
I shall see Your might, I know
And my soul find sweet relief
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Live in Today
Today got off to a rocky start. Dear classmates Josh and Katie came to class at 8:00 to say good-bye. After much thought and prayer, they've decided to step out from the training for the time, which means they won't be graduating with the rest of our class. It's been a difficult process for them, but Josh said, "There's one thing that has kept us going through all this. And He'll always be there." Amen.
Then came the hugs. The "We love you guys…we're praying for you." The tears. Saying good-bye never gets easier.
Classes were a blur. I don't think I understood a bit of our semantics and translation class. It seemed a headache was just waiting to happen. By lunch time, I was sniffling over my bowl of beans and rice. Even the half mug of cold, leftover coffee didn't make me feel any better. I knelt by my bed and had a good cry. Trying to pray, the only words that would come were, "Lord, right now I'm so…so…I need You!" I thought of Caedmon's wordless appeal for me to hold him and realized I didn't need words. God understands my heart. And He's even more willing to hold me than I am to hold Caedmon.
My mind cleared as I focused on Him. It's a beautiful day. Don't waste it crying. Live in today.
This is life. It's what God has given me right now. Seize the day. Let's face it with a smile.
There was work detail to tackle, but nothing pressing to attend to for the rest of the afternoon. So after cleaning, I took a walk. I ran through a grassy field for the sheer fun of it. I traipsed into the woods (sticking to the trail and praying the ticks would leave me alone). And even though today's temperature wasn't nearly enough to justify it, I slipped off my sandals and dangled my feet in the creek. I sang because there was no one around to hear, except for God.
And I found myself thinking back to how God has brought me here – and what He's done since then. You know, He's pretty awesome. He took an insignificant, terrified, stubborn girl and brought her halfway across the U.S. He let her see His miracles – some big, some small – but each a sign of His faithfulness. He's going to use her in His plan somehow, even though she doesn't deserve the privilege. Even though she often messes up. Even though she won't trust Him like she should.
Maybe that's the biggest miracle of all. He really can use me. He wants to.
"We have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." - 2 Corinthians 4:7
It's been a glorious day. I have a glorious God.
Then came the hugs. The "We love you guys…we're praying for you." The tears. Saying good-bye never gets easier.
Classes were a blur. I don't think I understood a bit of our semantics and translation class. It seemed a headache was just waiting to happen. By lunch time, I was sniffling over my bowl of beans and rice. Even the half mug of cold, leftover coffee didn't make me feel any better. I knelt by my bed and had a good cry. Trying to pray, the only words that would come were, "Lord, right now I'm so…so…I need You!" I thought of Caedmon's wordless appeal for me to hold him and realized I didn't need words. God understands my heart. And He's even more willing to hold me than I am to hold Caedmon.
My mind cleared as I focused on Him. It's a beautiful day. Don't waste it crying. Live in today.
This is life. It's what God has given me right now. Seize the day. Let's face it with a smile.
There was work detail to tackle, but nothing pressing to attend to for the rest of the afternoon. So after cleaning, I took a walk. I ran through a grassy field for the sheer fun of it. I traipsed into the woods (sticking to the trail and praying the ticks would leave me alone). And even though today's temperature wasn't nearly enough to justify it, I slipped off my sandals and dangled my feet in the creek. I sang because there was no one around to hear, except for God.
And I found myself thinking back to how God has brought me here – and what He's done since then. You know, He's pretty awesome. He took an insignificant, terrified, stubborn girl and brought her halfway across the U.S. He let her see His miracles – some big, some small – but each a sign of His faithfulness. He's going to use her in His plan somehow, even though she doesn't deserve the privilege. Even though she often messes up. Even though she won't trust Him like she should.
Maybe that's the biggest miracle of all. He really can use me. He wants to.
"We have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." - 2 Corinthians 4:7
It's been a glorious day. I have a glorious God.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Howdy!
Okay, so TODAY is Happy Tax Day - Friday wasn't, apparently. Shows you how much I know.
It's looking (and feeling) like it will rain tonight. That should help keep the pollen down for at least a day or so. The Monday pot of beans is going to come a day late, because I had leftovers to finish up. Coffee is brewing. And I don't have a bit of homework to do tonight. It's a wonderful feeling. Easter Break starts Wednesday at noon. It's hard to believe we've gone so many weeks without a break. It will be nice to work on some projects around here.
As much as I dread leaving (and saying good-bye, but let's not go there now), I think I'm actually starting to get excited about some things during the summer. There's plenty to do between now and then, so my brain has finally kicked into check-list mode. Encouragingly, little things have already started to get checked off, which makes me very happy.
To quote a friend, "Life is good. And God is not finished with me yet."
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God gives us grace for the moment - because a moment is all we can live at one time.
Happy Monday!
It's looking (and feeling) like it will rain tonight. That should help keep the pollen down for at least a day or so. The Monday pot of beans is going to come a day late, because I had leftovers to finish up. Coffee is brewing. And I don't have a bit of homework to do tonight. It's a wonderful feeling. Easter Break starts Wednesday at noon. It's hard to believe we've gone so many weeks without a break. It will be nice to work on some projects around here.
As much as I dread leaving (and saying good-bye, but let's not go there now), I think I'm actually starting to get excited about some things during the summer. There's plenty to do between now and then, so my brain has finally kicked into check-list mode. Encouragingly, little things have already started to get checked off, which makes me very happy.
To quote a friend, "Life is good. And God is not finished with me yet."
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God gives us grace for the moment - because a moment is all we can live at one time.
Happy Monday!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Life...Through a Child's Eyes
I love the giggles, the grins, the squeals of glee. I love the frowns of concentration. I love the energy of rabunctious little boys.
Yesterday morning I spent an hour babysitting one of the cutest two-year-olds. It was a joy, but it also gave me a different perspective on life.
As I poured a cup of coffee which Caedmon's mom had thoughtfully brewed for me, I felt a small body leaning against my leg. I looked down, and there was Caedmon, reaching his hands up towards me. "Do you want me to pick you up?" I asked. The delighted grin was the only answer I needed, and I scooped him up. He was happy and content to be held, and I was only too glad to hold him. Later, he bumped his eye against something (boys will be boys), and said to me in a tearful voice, "I hurt my eye!" A quick kiss, and he was back to playing joyfully once more. Ah, children. Their worlds are so uncomplicated. They're so trusting. So dependent. So quick to run to someone bigger than themselves for help or comfort. Hmm...I'm beginning to think Jesus must have had a reason for using children as an example of the kind of faith our Heavenly Father wants.
Children naturally acknowledge their dependence on their parents (or caretakers). Somehow when we get older and bigger and (we think) wiser, we get the idea that we don't need anyone. That we don't need God. Well, we wouldn't actually say that, but we act like it often times. And yet...we still so desperately need Him. Unlike me, God doesn't take coffee breaks or get distracted by other things. Aren't you glad?! And aren't you also glad that no matter what, we can run to Him? We don't always have words to say, but as our loving Heavenly Father, God honors those simple hands reaching towards Him. That's all it takes.
If I could go through this week with the heart of a child, what would it look like? I'd see the joy and beauty of each moment more clearly. I'd stop trying to be tough and instead I'd run to God with my tears and worries and fears. I'd stop planning for tomorrow and live in today. I'd trust my Father because He's the greatest, and I know He loves me.
I think I've just given myself a challenge. Trust. Faith. Dependence. The most logical thing in the world when I remember who I am and who God is. (Not the easiest thing in the world, I know.) Pray for me, my friends.
Yesterday morning I spent an hour babysitting one of the cutest two-year-olds. It was a joy, but it also gave me a different perspective on life.
As I poured a cup of coffee which Caedmon's mom had thoughtfully brewed for me, I felt a small body leaning against my leg. I looked down, and there was Caedmon, reaching his hands up towards me. "Do you want me to pick you up?" I asked. The delighted grin was the only answer I needed, and I scooped him up. He was happy and content to be held, and I was only too glad to hold him. Later, he bumped his eye against something (boys will be boys), and said to me in a tearful voice, "I hurt my eye!" A quick kiss, and he was back to playing joyfully once more. Ah, children. Their worlds are so uncomplicated. They're so trusting. So dependent. So quick to run to someone bigger than themselves for help or comfort. Hmm...I'm beginning to think Jesus must have had a reason for using children as an example of the kind of faith our Heavenly Father wants.
Children naturally acknowledge their dependence on their parents (or caretakers). Somehow when we get older and bigger and (we think) wiser, we get the idea that we don't need anyone. That we don't need God. Well, we wouldn't actually say that, but we act like it often times. And yet...we still so desperately need Him. Unlike me, God doesn't take coffee breaks or get distracted by other things. Aren't you glad?! And aren't you also glad that no matter what, we can run to Him? We don't always have words to say, but as our loving Heavenly Father, God honors those simple hands reaching towards Him. That's all it takes.
If I could go through this week with the heart of a child, what would it look like? I'd see the joy and beauty of each moment more clearly. I'd stop trying to be tough and instead I'd run to God with my tears and worries and fears. I'd stop planning for tomorrow and live in today. I'd trust my Father because He's the greatest, and I know He loves me.
I think I've just given myself a challenge. Trust. Faith. Dependence. The most logical thing in the world when I remember who I am and who God is. (Not the easiest thing in the world, I know.) Pray for me, my friends.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
God's Love
It comes in many ways. It comes in the gentle rays of sunshine after a rainy day. In the joyful warble of a songbird. In the blooming redbud, the sunny daffodils, or the bubbling of a stream. It comes in a child's innocent smile. In a simple word of encouragement, or the warmth and comfort of a friend's hug.
It comes in a pounding headache. Did I just jolt you awake?! Well, let me continue. It comes in a string of restless, weary nights. It comes in those days when all you want to do is cry – then realize you're too exhausted to even do that. It comes in disappointments, in things that just don't turn out the way you thought they would – and you're left reeling from the impact of sudden plan changes. (I've experienced all of those this week.)
That's God's love – just as much as the sun and songbirds and flowers. Really? You're kidding. No, I'm not. But maybe I've missed something before. Maybe I need a new view on suffering and trials. Maybe I need to stop thinking that if I'm trusting God and walking in obedience, He'll bless me with an easy life.
As the song asks, "What if Your blessings come through raindrops? What if Your healing comes through tears? What if the thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near? What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?"
The beauty of the Christian life is not that there will be no hard times. It's not that our lives and everything in them will forever be peachy-keen. Oh no. God hasn't promised us comfortable, easy lives. He promised that He would be there with us in the good, the bad, and the ugly. More than that, He gives us those trials to grow our hearts, to stretch our faith. To help us see our desperate need for Him. To help us see His deep longing for us to be close to Him. That's the beauty in our lives.
My uncle says, "If you pray to know God more, He will give you a gift, all wrapped up in love. That gift is suffering." A dear friend prayed for me last week, Lord, help her embrace the pain. Can I pray that for myself? Can we pray that for each other?
How deeply do we - do I - want to know Him?
It comes in a pounding headache. Did I just jolt you awake?! Well, let me continue. It comes in a string of restless, weary nights. It comes in those days when all you want to do is cry – then realize you're too exhausted to even do that. It comes in disappointments, in things that just don't turn out the way you thought they would – and you're left reeling from the impact of sudden plan changes. (I've experienced all of those this week.)
That's God's love – just as much as the sun and songbirds and flowers. Really? You're kidding. No, I'm not. But maybe I've missed something before. Maybe I need a new view on suffering and trials. Maybe I need to stop thinking that if I'm trusting God and walking in obedience, He'll bless me with an easy life.
As the song asks, "What if Your blessings come through raindrops? What if Your healing comes through tears? What if the thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near? What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?"
The beauty of the Christian life is not that there will be no hard times. It's not that our lives and everything in them will forever be peachy-keen. Oh no. God hasn't promised us comfortable, easy lives. He promised that He would be there with us in the good, the bad, and the ugly. More than that, He gives us those trials to grow our hearts, to stretch our faith. To help us see our desperate need for Him. To help us see His deep longing for us to be close to Him. That's the beauty in our lives.
My uncle says, "If you pray to know God more, He will give you a gift, all wrapped up in love. That gift is suffering." A dear friend prayed for me last week, Lord, help her embrace the pain. Can I pray that for myself? Can we pray that for each other?
How deeply do we - do I - want to know Him?
Friday, April 15, 2011
Happy Tax Day!
Most of these thoughts actually came from yesterday. I guess they still apply.
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The hills are the most gorgeous shade of green right now.
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Homemade bread baking and fresh coffee are surely two of the best smells in the whole world.
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Wind + pollen = bad combination
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Walking up the steps, a shiny silver beetle caught my eye. If I wasn't a girl and twenty years old, I would have squatted down for a closer look. Instead, I kept on walking – making a mental note that if, someday, I have children of my own, I would not miss an opportunity to encourage their curiosity. Like Mom did for us.
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Oh, and Carla's coming this weekend! Woo-hoo!!!!!! I can't wait for one of her hugs.
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Bring on another crazy Friday! Wait, wait! I don't really mean that...although I guess Friday is already here, whether I'm ready for it or not. Happy Friday, everyone!
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The hills are the most gorgeous shade of green right now.
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Homemade bread baking and fresh coffee are surely two of the best smells in the whole world.
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Wind + pollen = bad combination
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Walking up the steps, a shiny silver beetle caught my eye. If I wasn't a girl and twenty years old, I would have squatted down for a closer look. Instead, I kept on walking – making a mental note that if, someday, I have children of my own, I would not miss an opportunity to encourage their curiosity. Like Mom did for us.
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Oh, and Carla's coming this weekend! Woo-hoo!!!!!! I can't wait for one of her hugs.
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Bring on another crazy Friday! Wait, wait! I don't really mean that...although I guess Friday is already here, whether I'm ready for it or not. Happy Friday, everyone!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Friends: Snapshots
My youngest sister, Sarah, was complaining that I take pictures of things but not of people. So I brought my camera to class yesterday. Enjoy, Baby Cakes! (To all you “non-Baby Cakes” – that would be the rest of my readers – enjoy also.)
Here is what we do in class: sit and think (and talk). Who knew?
Joy looking over the headache – I mean, homework.
Working on a class project: Rebekah, Joy, Jae, and Fran. Yours truly was - guess where? (I’d like to point out that Fran is a leftie like me.)
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During the break, I snapped a few shots of my wonderful friends.
This is Esther . Don't let the sweet and lovely face fool you - she's got plenty of spunk. She spreads laughter and joy wherever she goes. If there's anyone I could pick to be my older sister, it would be her.
Meet a hero. This lovely lady is Dawn – student, wife, and mother of five (soon to be six). Enough said.
This is the amazing Lindsey – fabulous team secretary, creative writer, over-all genius, and left-hander. She's someone I look up to…and not just because she's 6'2".
And then, my camera accompanied me to work detail in the afternoon…
This is Michelle. I really could say a lot, but I won't. I'll just say that it feels like I've known her forever, and our times together are an absolute blast. And isn't her smile great?
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Friends are some of God's sweetest blessings. I wish I could adequately capture some of the moments I share with these fabulous folks. The little things that make me laugh out loud when I remember them later…
Like the "Hi cutie" sticker on my laptop. Esther was eating an orange in class (one of those little "cuties"), and then reached over and stuck the sticker on the corner of my laptop. It isn't nice to make your classmate laugh when the teacher is talking!
Or the very goofy grin Stephen (unofficial class clown) had on his face before he asked the question I've been dreading all semester: Would I be in charge of the discussion questions this Friday in our small group? I think he was expecting me to throw a fit at the idea, or something.
Or Lindsey's pouty face when she realized I took her picture. She's one of the only people I know who can actually look cute when pouting.
Or when Michelle threw a wet rag in my direction because I'd (purposely) grabbed her cleaning rag instead of mine.
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Okay, I don't have time to write a book, so I'll stop there. See? I told you God would do something amazing yesterday. He gave me another day to share with dear brothers and sisters in Christ, to learn, to laugh, and yes, even to struggle. Because…well, because He loves me. And He loves you, too!
Here is what we do in class: sit and think (and talk). Who knew?
Joy looking over the headache – I mean, homework.
Working on a class project: Rebekah, Joy, Jae, and Fran. Yours truly was - guess where? (I’d like to point out that Fran is a leftie like me.)
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During the break, I snapped a few shots of my wonderful friends.
This is Esther . Don't let the sweet and lovely face fool you - she's got plenty of spunk. She spreads laughter and joy wherever she goes. If there's anyone I could pick to be my older sister, it would be her.
Meet a hero. This lovely lady is Dawn – student, wife, and mother of five (soon to be six). Enough said.
This is the amazing Lindsey – fabulous team secretary, creative writer, over-all genius, and left-hander. She's someone I look up to…and not just because she's 6'2".
And then, my camera accompanied me to work detail in the afternoon…
This is Michelle. I really could say a lot, but I won't. I'll just say that it feels like I've known her forever, and our times together are an absolute blast. And isn't her smile great?
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Friends are some of God's sweetest blessings. I wish I could adequately capture some of the moments I share with these fabulous folks. The little things that make me laugh out loud when I remember them later…
Like the "Hi cutie" sticker on my laptop. Esther was eating an orange in class (one of those little "cuties"), and then reached over and stuck the sticker on the corner of my laptop. It isn't nice to make your classmate laugh when the teacher is talking!
Or the very goofy grin Stephen (unofficial class clown) had on his face before he asked the question I've been dreading all semester: Would I be in charge of the discussion questions this Friday in our small group? I think he was expecting me to throw a fit at the idea, or something.
Or Lindsey's pouty face when she realized I took her picture. She's one of the only people I know who can actually look cute when pouting.
Or when Michelle threw a wet rag in my direction because I'd (purposely) grabbed her cleaning rag instead of mine.
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Okay, I don't have time to write a book, so I'll stop there. See? I told you God would do something amazing yesterday. He gave me another day to share with dear brothers and sisters in Christ, to learn, to laugh, and yes, even to struggle. Because…well, because He loves me. And He loves you, too!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Happy Wednesday!
Okay, so I'll admit that even after coffee, a shower, and a short walk...I'm not sure that I'm fully awake. How does that happen? I got to bed at a decent time last night.
Through the semi-fogginess of my brain, the thought came to me: "Hmm...I wonder what God will do today?" Part of me shrinks back in fear of the unknown, and yet I know whatever God does will be amazing. And the idea that I get to SEE what He's doing...that I get the opportunity to walk with Him every moment, no matter life brings my way...If I wasn't sitting down typing this post, I'd probably...um...what would I do?! Shout? Run through a field? Dance for joy? Sometimes I feel like doing all three, but let me hasten to assure you I'll have self-control.
I'm not sure exactly what today will bring. But I know it's a chance to worship our awesome God.
Happy Wednesday, y'all!
Through the semi-fogginess of my brain, the thought came to me: "Hmm...I wonder what God will do today?" Part of me shrinks back in fear of the unknown, and yet I know whatever God does will be amazing. And the idea that I get to SEE what He's doing...that I get the opportunity to walk with Him every moment, no matter life brings my way...If I wasn't sitting down typing this post, I'd probably...um...what would I do?! Shout? Run through a field? Dance for joy? Sometimes I feel like doing all three, but let me hasten to assure you I'll have self-control.
I'm not sure exactly what today will bring. But I know it's a chance to worship our awesome God.
Happy Wednesday, y'all!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Spring has sprung!
Howdy, folks!
I've got pictures for you today.
This is a blessed sign of Spring...a flowering dogwood. (Just in case you doubted what I said in Friday's entry.)
Stepping back for a broader view...
Oh, look! This stunning little flower was tucked away all by itself.
Green and purple make a lovely combination, don't you think? Actually, green and just about any color make a good combination.
Ah...tulips. My most favorite flower ever. I wish my camera could do them justice.
Isn't Spring gorgeous?! With all the glorious color returning to Ozark-land, I find myself loving Spring immensely. Then I remember how much I enjoyed those (mostly) heavenly snows. Winter was beautiful. And THEN I think of Fall. While I know that the trees weren't nearly as colorful as they get in the north and east, they were still considerably more colorful than our trees in CA. When the sun hits the hills just right...oh, there's nothing like the warm glow of Fall. And I can't speak for Summer here in MO, but I think Summer in CA is beautiful. I t's cool that our hills showcase my two favorite colors - green in Winter and Spring, and brown in the Summer. Both are beautiful. Really.
So what is life like right now? It's crazy. It's great. It's impossible. It's beautiful. Yes, it's all those - sometimes at the same time. Perspectives make all the difference in the world.
I was rejoicing at finding a bug in the apartment. Why? That means it's getting warmer.
I couldn't figure out what shirt to wear this morning. Small dilemma, sure. But it means I have more than one shirt to wear.
Today one of my friends prayed, "Thank You, Lord, for trials, because that's when we see how powerful You are." Having recently experienced the truth of that statement, I agree. It may not feel good, but I am convinced the Lord sends those hard times into our lives because He loves us. A headache? Feeling frustrated, overwhelmed, confused by classes or homework? No, it doesn't feel good, but it is good. Because that's the Lord reminding me, "You can't do it on your own. But remember, I'm always with you, no matter what. I am strong even when you are helplessly weak." Thank You, Lord. Thank You.
...
So embrace the moment. It's a miracle from the Lord.
I've got pictures for you today.
This is a blessed sign of Spring...a flowering dogwood. (Just in case you doubted what I said in Friday's entry.)
Stepping back for a broader view...
Oh, look! This stunning little flower was tucked away all by itself.
Green and purple make a lovely combination, don't you think? Actually, green and just about any color make a good combination.
Ah...tulips. My most favorite flower ever. I wish my camera could do them justice.
Isn't Spring gorgeous?! With all the glorious color returning to Ozark-land, I find myself loving Spring immensely. Then I remember how much I enjoyed those (mostly) heavenly snows. Winter was beautiful. And THEN I think of Fall. While I know that the trees weren't nearly as colorful as they get in the north and east, they were still considerably more colorful than our trees in CA. When the sun hits the hills just right...oh, there's nothing like the warm glow of Fall. And I can't speak for Summer here in MO, but I think Summer in CA is beautiful. I t's cool that our hills showcase my two favorite colors - green in Winter and Spring, and brown in the Summer. Both are beautiful. Really.
So what is life like right now? It's crazy. It's great. It's impossible. It's beautiful. Yes, it's all those - sometimes at the same time. Perspectives make all the difference in the world.
I was rejoicing at finding a bug in the apartment. Why? That means it's getting warmer.
I couldn't figure out what shirt to wear this morning. Small dilemma, sure. But it means I have more than one shirt to wear.
Today one of my friends prayed, "Thank You, Lord, for trials, because that's when we see how powerful You are." Having recently experienced the truth of that statement, I agree. It may not feel good, but I am convinced the Lord sends those hard times into our lives because He loves us. A headache? Feeling frustrated, overwhelmed, confused by classes or homework? No, it doesn't feel good, but it is good. Because that's the Lord reminding me, "You can't do it on your own. But remember, I'm always with you, no matter what. I am strong even when you are helplessly weak." Thank You, Lord. Thank You.
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So embrace the moment. It's a miracle from the Lord.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The Manna: A Parable
Settle in with a nice cup of coffee, and I shall tell you a story...
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A long time ago, in the days when the Israelites wandered in the wilderness, there was a young woman named Rachel. Rachel was an energetic, organized, and efficient housewife - at least she liked to think so. She took pride in keeping her household running smoothly. Actually, when it came to that, there wasn't a lot to do. There wasn't much cleaning because their possessions were so few. And since there was only one food to choose from, meal preparation should have been fairly simple. Should have been.
You see, it was this stuff they called "manna", because no one knew what it actually was. Every morning, the tiny flakes appeared on the ground along with the dew. Every morning, the Israelites were to gather enough for that day, according to how many people were in their family. Rachel was content to follow God's instructions for the first few weeks. She arose early every morning and gathered the manna. It didn't seem like a chore, because she knew without it, they would starve - and she was thankful for God's provision. But Rachel was too efficient, too analytical, too far-sighted for her own good. She got to thinking, What if one day there isn't any manna on the ground? Maybe this daily-gathering routine is all a mistake, a waste of time.
That morning she gathered double. She prepared the same amount as usual, then set aside the other half for the next day. A sense of comfort and security settled in her heart. She would not have to worry now; she had taken care of tomorrow. The next morning she woke up to the sound of her friends Judith and Leah outside the tent. They were talking and laughing softly as they gathered the manna. Rachel smiled pityingly to herself and rolled over to sleep some more. She did not have to get up so early and gather manna. When she finally got up, she went over to the jar where she had left the manna. Lifting the lid, she was horrified at what met her eyes...her manna was filled with WORMS, and a horrible stench filled her nostrils. She ran from the tent, weeping in revulsion, and dumped the manna on the ground. Now she had no food for her family. Guilty and defeated, she went to Judith. Judith had obediently gathered the manna that morning. She willingly shared what God had provided with her faithless, foolish friend.
Only a week later, Rachel again decided that gathering the manna daily wasn't what she wanted to do. It's just that it was so hot last time, she reasoned. I'll make sure I put it in a cooler spot this time, and it'll be fine. So she did. But the next morning, the sight of those repulsive worms met her eyes, and the sadly familiar sour scent drifted up from her jar. Disgusted, she dumped it outside and with slumped shoulders, went in search of Judith. As Judith handed her friend a jar of her own manna, she looked Rachel straight in the eye. "You know what happens when you try to do things on your own - saving manna for the next day. Why don't you trust God?" she whispered. Rachel shook her head sadly but said nothing as she took the manna. I won't do this again, she assured herself.
Scenes like this repeated themselves often in Rachel's life. She couldn't seem to keep from taking things into her own hands and refusing to trust God. Sometimes she would discover the spoiled manna early enough to run outside and gather more. She would thank God for being merciful. Other times, the opportunity was gone before she realized her mistake, and she'd go to Judith or another friend and beg some from them. Often she'd rather have hidden in her shame, but the hungry cries of her children forced her to swallow her pride and admit her failure to trust. Time and again she vowed not to repeat her mistake, but how quickly she seemed to forget God's provision - and the consequences of disobedience. Still God was patient and faithful. The manna appeared on the ground every morning, available to anyone who would simply walk outside and trust Him.
Nearly forty years passed. Rachel was no longer a young woman. She was stooped and graying, but her hearing was still sharp. Often the rumblings of discontent in the camp came to her ears. Leaning on her walking stick, she would hobble over to the grumbling Israelite and point a gnarled finger. "This manna is God's miracle to us. Every day for forty years He has sent it, just like He promised He would. He has never let us down. Do you think you should complain? Do you think you have reason not to trust Him? He has done exactly what He said. All He asks is that we trust Him to be who He is, and to obey His instructions. He told us to gather for the day, and leave tomorrow in His hands." A few heads would nod in agreement with Grandma Rachel, and she would quietly walk away. God had shown a faithless, doubting young woman that He remains lovingly faithful in spite of His people.
-The End-
(Disclaimer: Yes, the Rachel referred to is me, although I don't have a family. And I pray it will NOT take me 40 years to learn to trust God's daily grace.)
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A long time ago, in the days when the Israelites wandered in the wilderness, there was a young woman named Rachel. Rachel was an energetic, organized, and efficient housewife - at least she liked to think so. She took pride in keeping her household running smoothly. Actually, when it came to that, there wasn't a lot to do. There wasn't much cleaning because their possessions were so few. And since there was only one food to choose from, meal preparation should have been fairly simple. Should have been.
You see, it was this stuff they called "manna", because no one knew what it actually was. Every morning, the tiny flakes appeared on the ground along with the dew. Every morning, the Israelites were to gather enough for that day, according to how many people were in their family. Rachel was content to follow God's instructions for the first few weeks. She arose early every morning and gathered the manna. It didn't seem like a chore, because she knew without it, they would starve - and she was thankful for God's provision. But Rachel was too efficient, too analytical, too far-sighted for her own good. She got to thinking, What if one day there isn't any manna on the ground? Maybe this daily-gathering routine is all a mistake, a waste of time.
That morning she gathered double. She prepared the same amount as usual, then set aside the other half for the next day. A sense of comfort and security settled in her heart. She would not have to worry now; she had taken care of tomorrow. The next morning she woke up to the sound of her friends Judith and Leah outside the tent. They were talking and laughing softly as they gathered the manna. Rachel smiled pityingly to herself and rolled over to sleep some more. She did not have to get up so early and gather manna. When she finally got up, she went over to the jar where she had left the manna. Lifting the lid, she was horrified at what met her eyes...her manna was filled with WORMS, and a horrible stench filled her nostrils. She ran from the tent, weeping in revulsion, and dumped the manna on the ground. Now she had no food for her family. Guilty and defeated, she went to Judith. Judith had obediently gathered the manna that morning. She willingly shared what God had provided with her faithless, foolish friend.
Only a week later, Rachel again decided that gathering the manna daily wasn't what she wanted to do. It's just that it was so hot last time, she reasoned. I'll make sure I put it in a cooler spot this time, and it'll be fine. So she did. But the next morning, the sight of those repulsive worms met her eyes, and the sadly familiar sour scent drifted up from her jar. Disgusted, she dumped it outside and with slumped shoulders, went in search of Judith. As Judith handed her friend a jar of her own manna, she looked Rachel straight in the eye. "You know what happens when you try to do things on your own - saving manna for the next day. Why don't you trust God?" she whispered. Rachel shook her head sadly but said nothing as she took the manna. I won't do this again, she assured herself.
Scenes like this repeated themselves often in Rachel's life. She couldn't seem to keep from taking things into her own hands and refusing to trust God. Sometimes she would discover the spoiled manna early enough to run outside and gather more. She would thank God for being merciful. Other times, the opportunity was gone before she realized her mistake, and she'd go to Judith or another friend and beg some from them. Often she'd rather have hidden in her shame, but the hungry cries of her children forced her to swallow her pride and admit her failure to trust. Time and again she vowed not to repeat her mistake, but how quickly she seemed to forget God's provision - and the consequences of disobedience. Still God was patient and faithful. The manna appeared on the ground every morning, available to anyone who would simply walk outside and trust Him.
Nearly forty years passed. Rachel was no longer a young woman. She was stooped and graying, but her hearing was still sharp. Often the rumblings of discontent in the camp came to her ears. Leaning on her walking stick, she would hobble over to the grumbling Israelite and point a gnarled finger. "This manna is God's miracle to us. Every day for forty years He has sent it, just like He promised He would. He has never let us down. Do you think you should complain? Do you think you have reason not to trust Him? He has done exactly what He said. All He asks is that we trust Him to be who He is, and to obey His instructions. He told us to gather for the day, and leave tomorrow in His hands." A few heads would nod in agreement with Grandma Rachel, and she would quietly walk away. God had shown a faithless, doubting young woman that He remains lovingly faithful in spite of His people.
-The End-
(Disclaimer: Yes, the Rachel referred to is me, although I don't have a family. And I pray it will NOT take me 40 years to learn to trust God's daily grace.)
Saturday, April 9, 2011
An Important Day
Twenty-three years ago, two very special people said, "I do". And the rest, they say, is history.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Friday's "Scoop"
The redbuds are blooming - gorgeous splashes of purple everywhere, enlivening the still mostly-bare woods. The dogwoods have also burst into flower. Tulips and daffodils are showing their beautiful faces...and swallowtails have been fluttering about. Oh glorious, glorious days of Spring!
As warm days fade into warm evenings, a beautiful chorus begins...frogs and crickets and other critters blend into one comforting hum that says I'm home.
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Did you know that in Indonesian, "I'm tired" literally means "I am half-dead"?! Gotta love it. I feel that way sometimes...and I'm not even old. Fridays still kill me. It is a struggle to devote a single smidge of mental energy to that afternoon class when my brain has been telling me, "It's time for the weekend!" But I'm not looking for sympathy. I've been reminded on more than one occasion that situations where I feel that way ("I just can't do this!") are the perfect opportunity to see GOD's strength and power through me. Because, quite frankly, mine ran out a long time ago. Stupid that I still often try to do things without God. But He's patient with me. Very patient.
I've been seeing comparisons between myself and a lot of Bible characters lately. I see myself in Martha, "worried and troubled about many things." I see myself in Jonah, running from the Lord's call at times. Or in Peter, eagerly but naively calling out, "Lord, if it's You, ask me to come to You on the water!" ...Then stepping out of the boat and being overwhelmed as I look around me and see the seemingly impossible circumstances. But then I think of Peter's God, who pulled him out of the waves when he began to sink. I think of Jonah's God, who used a storm and big fish to bring the run-away to his senses. And I realize that's MY God. MY God, and He loves me. He's still faithful. He still cares. What more can I ask for? What more could I possibly want?
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Life is good. Because GOD is good.
As warm days fade into warm evenings, a beautiful chorus begins...frogs and crickets and other critters blend into one comforting hum that says I'm home.
***
Did you know that in Indonesian, "I'm tired" literally means "I am half-dead"?! Gotta love it. I feel that way sometimes...and I'm not even old. Fridays still kill me. It is a struggle to devote a single smidge of mental energy to that afternoon class when my brain has been telling me, "It's time for the weekend!" But I'm not looking for sympathy. I've been reminded on more than one occasion that situations where I feel that way ("I just can't do this!") are the perfect opportunity to see GOD's strength and power through me. Because, quite frankly, mine ran out a long time ago. Stupid that I still often try to do things without God. But He's patient with me. Very patient.
I've been seeing comparisons between myself and a lot of Bible characters lately. I see myself in Martha, "worried and troubled about many things." I see myself in Jonah, running from the Lord's call at times. Or in Peter, eagerly but naively calling out, "Lord, if it's You, ask me to come to You on the water!" ...Then stepping out of the boat and being overwhelmed as I look around me and see the seemingly impossible circumstances. But then I think of Peter's God, who pulled him out of the waves when he began to sink. I think of Jonah's God, who used a storm and big fish to bring the run-away to his senses. And I realize that's MY God. MY God, and He loves me. He's still faithful. He still cares. What more can I ask for? What more could I possibly want?
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Life is good. Because GOD is good.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Amazed, Pt. 2
It wasn't until I saw the sunrise this morning that I remembered there is another verse to the song I posted yesterday.
You paint the morning sky
With miracles in mind
My hope will always stand
For You hold me in Your hand
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There's something about knowing that you've been forgiven that gives life a joyful anticipation. Each day is a miracle from the God who loves me more than I can ever imagine.
You paint the morning sky
With miracles in mind
My hope will always stand
For You hold me in Your hand
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There's something about knowing that you've been forgiven that gives life a joyful anticipation. Each day is a miracle from the God who loves me more than I can ever imagine.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
When words won't do...
...settle for a song.
Amazed
You dance over me
While I am unaware
You sing all around
But I never hear the sound
Lord, I'm amazed by You
Lord, I'm amazed by You
Lord, I'm amazed by You
How You love me
How wide, how deep, how great
Is Your love for me
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We'll never be able to fully understand God's love for us.
Amazed
You dance over me
While I am unaware
You sing all around
But I never hear the sound
Lord, I'm amazed by You
Lord, I'm amazed by You
Lord, I'm amazed by You
How You love me
How wide, how deep, how great
Is Your love for me
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We'll never be able to fully understand God's love for us.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
That was in MY refrigerator?!
Have you ever been digging around in your refrigerator when you found some forgotten food - you're not even sure what it was originally - all the way in the back? What do you do? Quickly slam the door shut, tell yourself, "That was too gross to be in my refrigerator", and just pretend you never saw it? If you're anything like me, you probably snatch it out, hold it far from you, and run to the garbage can to throw it out (making faces all the way). You shudder and chide yourself for allowing something so...well...repulsive to stay in your refrigerator. When confronted with that rotten whatever-it-used-to-be, none of us would consider just leaving it. We want to get it OUT!!!
But when God shows me something equally repulsive in my heart, what is my instinctive response? "No way! That's way too gross to be in MY heart!" And I try to ignore it, hoping it will "go away" on it's own. I'd never dream of doing that with rotten food, but I have no compunctions about doing that with my sin, which is far more serious and disgusting than spoiled food. I suspect I'm not the only one. What hypocrites we can be, no?
God is faithful to show us our sin. What will we do when He shows us?
But when God shows me something equally repulsive in my heart, what is my instinctive response? "No way! That's way too gross to be in MY heart!" And I try to ignore it, hoping it will "go away" on it's own. I'd never dream of doing that with rotten food, but I have no compunctions about doing that with my sin, which is far more serious and disgusting than spoiled food. I suspect I'm not the only one. What hypocrites we can be, no?
God is faithful to show us our sin. What will we do when He shows us?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Knowledge and Authenticity
"We are so bloated with knowledge that we are atrophied when it comes to living an authentic Christian life." - Andy Kline, one of our teachers
Sobering insight. 1 Corinthians 8:1 puts it another way: "Knowledge puffs up, but love edifies."
Sobering insight. 1 Corinthians 8:1 puts it another way: "Knowledge puffs up, but love edifies."
Sunday, April 3, 2011
One of the best things...
...about the weekends is Sunday afternoon coffee. And it's always better when you have someone to enjoy it with. Especially someone as sweet as Esther.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Changing Seasons
This is a sign that Spring is truly here...a budding shrub.
This little plant got me thinking about how the changing seasons are a sign of God's faithfulness. He promised that as long as the earth remained, there would be planting and harvest, summer and winter (Genesis 8:22). And so it is. Every year Spring comes, followed by Summer (oh glorious days!), then Fall, and finally Winter. But Winter eventually gives way to Spring, and the whole cycle is repeated...year after year just like God said. Then it struck me - aren't the changing seasons in our lives also a sign of God's faithfulness? Except it's sometimes harder to see them that way. Change is scary. For me anyway. I like one "season" so much I want to live the whole year in it. But if God made each season, won't they all be beautiful in their own way?
...So easy to say, so hard to actually trust that it's true.
This little plant got me thinking about how the changing seasons are a sign of God's faithfulness. He promised that as long as the earth remained, there would be planting and harvest, summer and winter (Genesis 8:22). And so it is. Every year Spring comes, followed by Summer (oh glorious days!), then Fall, and finally Winter. But Winter eventually gives way to Spring, and the whole cycle is repeated...year after year just like God said. Then it struck me - aren't the changing seasons in our lives also a sign of God's faithfulness? Except it's sometimes harder to see them that way. Change is scary. For me anyway. I like one "season" so much I want to live the whole year in it. But if God made each season, won't they all be beautiful in their own way?
...So easy to say, so hard to actually trust that it's true.
Friday, April 1, 2011
April Fool?
"He who trusts his own heart is a fool..." Proverbs 28:26a
Well, I'm certainly not a fool, am I? I didn't trust myself - I trusted Jesus to save me. But wait...
God promises to provide for all my needs. Do I worry (or even excessively plan) about the future?
He places a difficult, unexpected situation in front of me. Do I immediately search for a way to escape?
He says He forgives me. Do I choose to live in guilt and discouragement?
He sees the "big picture" and says He'll use everything - yes, everything - for my good. Do I rest in that?
Yikes. I am a fool. But in spite of myself, He chooses to love me, to forgive me, to pour His grace into my life. What else can I say but Thank You, Lord?
Well, I'm certainly not a fool, am I? I didn't trust myself - I trusted Jesus to save me. But wait...
God promises to provide for all my needs. Do I worry (or even excessively plan) about the future?
He places a difficult, unexpected situation in front of me. Do I immediately search for a way to escape?
He says He forgives me. Do I choose to live in guilt and discouragement?
He sees the "big picture" and says He'll use everything - yes, everything - for my good. Do I rest in that?
Yikes. I am a fool. But in spite of myself, He chooses to love me, to forgive me, to pour His grace into my life. What else can I say but Thank You, Lord?
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