November 24, 2013
November 20, 2013
#thoughts
The core of evangelism is being grounded in not only what is true, but the Truth.
We do not out-feel the devil. We do not out-power the devil. We out-Truth him.
The greatest act of faith that anyone ever has had or anyone ever could have is responding to the Father's love and putting their faith in Jesus.
The greatest miracle to have ever been performed is the miracle of salvation.
It's so not about us.
"Man's chief end is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever."
#thoughts
We do not out-feel the devil. We do not out-power the devil. We out-Truth him.
The greatest act of faith that anyone ever has had or anyone ever could have is responding to the Father's love and putting their faith in Jesus.
The greatest miracle to have ever been performed is the miracle of salvation.
It's so not about us.
"Man's chief end is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever."
#thoughts
November 15, 2013
"I Need the Sun Like I Need Water"
(Disclaimer - it's been months since I've chosen to sit down and actually write something, so bear with me. It might be a bit rocky.)
What is it about the weather that touches your soul?
Puzzling question (thank you wonderful Kenz), yet intriguing at the same time.
My dear friend recently shared with me, "I am 100% convinced that it [the weather] drastically plays a part in the condition of ease that goes into the way I feel. That's not to say that a grey day cannot make me smile. Sometimes, those grey days are the perfect incentive to stay in and just enjoy the gift of being while the clouds take over outside. Other times, I need the sun like I need water."
Before I continue, perhaps I should extend some sort of greeting. Hello... from California. Redding, to be specific. And the second-sunniest-city in all of North America, to be exact.
Is it possible to have nostalgia as a spiritual gift? Okay, okay, but really... 'cuz if so then I'd consider myself to be greatly gifted in that area, if you're picking up what I'm throwing down.
I've been here for 2 months. Transition. Though it doesn't always have to be, and often isn't easy, it's good. Just about two nights ago the sense of longing for something other than sunshine began to creep up in me, which led to my bedroom lights out, apple-fire-scented candle lit, my favorite instrumental piano music courtesy of thee John Schmidt, and my body curled up in a ball on my floor. I just laid there, rested my body, and my let my thoughts wind down.
There's an assortment of things that I dearly miss for the time being, in a new season of life, experiencing new seasons and new time zones. At the moment, I miss the cooler weather that has marked my life-long Midwest experience, which is comical, because I have often resented the winter when I'm in the midst of it. I am living in constant sunshine and clear skies, not to mention it has only rained once during the two+ months since being out here - so what's to complain about right? For those of you who know me - a fan of depressing creativity in the forms of most things (music, movies, books, weather, etc...), I like a nice overcast, chilly, sweater and scarf, hot tea kind of day. That's my favorite, especially if it comes with an enduring thunderstorm! It makes me feel cozy and comfortable when I can layer my clothing in a carefree fashion of mixing and matching, and for some reason it relaxes me to the core (in a strange energizing type of way) and paints a giant smile on my face.
There you have it. Congrats on being a part of my processing, and now it's your turn: What is it about the weather that touches your soul?
May 13, 2013
Mostly, It's Gooey.
It's gooey.
It remembers.
It misses.
Mostly, it's gooey.
It's gooey, because remnants remain.
It sticks.
I can't go back to how things were.
It's changed me.
Nostalgia. Good 'ole and always accurate Wikipedia tells me that it describes a sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. Sounds fairly accurate to me. In fact, it might even be a spot on assessment of my life at the moment.
Memories.
Hugs.
Planned last hang-outs.
Forced, See you later!'s
See you later South Bend. See you later Bethel College. See you later Keller Park. See you later to this place that has changed my life. That has been with me on this journey of self-discovery and growth. See you later to the best friends and mentors anyone could ever have (not an over-statement). To those who know exactly how put a smile on my face or tell a joke that literally knocks me off my feet. To those who have stood by my side and put up with tears and heartbreak. To those who have pushed me forward and have welcomed my presence and addition into their lives. God is the One who goes with me and at the same time remains where I've been. All these places and people that have shaped me, moved me, and blessed me have been His gifts. Abba, thank You. The way You love me. I believe that You don't waste anything.
The Lord is my rock. He is my right now and always.
And to everything and everyone else, it's see you later.
It remembers.
It misses.
Mostly, it's gooey.
It's gooey, because remnants remain.
It sticks.
I can't go back to how things were.
It's changed me.
Nostalgia. Good 'ole and always accurate Wikipedia tells me that it describes a sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. Sounds fairly accurate to me. In fact, it might even be a spot on assessment of my life at the moment.
Memories.
Hugs.
Planned last hang-outs.
Forced, See you later!'s
See you later South Bend. See you later Bethel College. See you later Keller Park. See you later to this place that has changed my life. That has been with me on this journey of self-discovery and growth. See you later to the best friends and mentors anyone could ever have (not an over-statement). To those who know exactly how put a smile on my face or tell a joke that literally knocks me off my feet. To those who have stood by my side and put up with tears and heartbreak. To those who have pushed me forward and have welcomed my presence and addition into their lives. God is the One who goes with me and at the same time remains where I've been. All these places and people that have shaped me, moved me, and blessed me have been His gifts. Abba, thank You. The way You love me. I believe that You don't waste anything.
The Lord is my rock. He is my right now and always.
And to everything and everyone else, it's see you later.
April 14, 2013
I Put on Christ
A final word: Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on all of God’s armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil. For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.
Therefore, put on every piece of God’s armor so you will be able to resist the enemy in the time of evil. Then after the battle you will still be standing firm. Stand your ground, putting on the belt of truth and the body armor (breastplate) of God’s righteousness. For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News so that you will be fully prepared. In addition to all of these, hold up the shield of faith to stop the fiery arrows of the devil. Put on salvation as your helmet, and take the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believers everywhere. And pray for me, too. Ask God to give me the right words so I can boldly explain God’s mysterious plan that the Good News is for Jews and Gentiles alike. I am in chains now, still preaching this message as God’s ambassador. So pray that I will keep on speaking boldly for him, as I should. [Ephesians 6:10-20, NLT)
Where does my strength come from? Where does my power come from? Where does my life come from? Where does my ability to resist the devil come from? Where does my ability to stand firm against all strategies of the devil come from? Where does my ability to stand firm come from? Okay, I think you get it.
I heard it put like this the other day from a friend and I've been meditating on it ever since:
Belt of Truth. Who is Truth?
Christ.
Body armor (breastplate) of God's righteousness. Where does righteousness come from?
Christ.
Christ.
Peace. Who is the Prince of Peace?
Christ.
Shield of faith. Who is our Faith in?
Christ.
Salvation. Because of who do we have salvation?
Christ.
Sword of the Spirit. Who is the Spirit?
Three in one. Father, Spirit, Son.
March 25, 2013
Commence the Countdown
Countdowns have not always rubbed me the right way, as they seem to be an excuse to not fully embrace or appreciate what is "in the moment." I also don't think they're evil, either. They can be a source of joy, and with that in mind, you could say that there are four-forming balls of joy in my life.
Countdown Numero Uno: 14 DAYS 'til my 22nd Birthday. I love celebrating life, and so naturally, birthdays are a big deal to me.
Countdown Numero Dos: 41 DAYS 'til I GRADUATE from Bethel College. Whoa Nelly. I didn't see this one coming so quick - staying up until the wee hours of the morning and sneaking out of the laundry room windows before curfew even struck seems like just yesterday. And let's just say, I'll be ready.
Countdown Numero Tres: 55 DAYS 'til my first ever voyage oversees. IRELAND it is and this girl is just a wee bit thrilled. One week of serving and learning and experiencing a new culture, with a nice side of jet lag.
Countdown Numero Cuatro: 63 DAYS 'til the start of my summer with Youth Works. As of today I sent in my contract acceptance letter as a Utility Site Director. I will find out my location near the end of May, but because of the "utility" nature, there is a great likelihood that I will not be in one spot for the entire duration of the summer, but rather moved around to different sites. To learn about what Youth Works does and is about, check out: www.youthworks.com
Now, there is a potential countdown numero cinco looming around right now, and without spilling the beans as to what it is, I would just REALLY REALLY like for you to join me in prayer. That in these next 20 days I have before I need to make an official commitment one way, that I would be confident in hearing the voice of the Lord. Obedience to Abba must be my deciding factor in life, and in the midst of pros and cons, logistics, wise counsel and opinions, that I would concern myself with What is He saying?
Countdown Numero Uno: 14 DAYS 'til my 22nd Birthday. I love celebrating life, and so naturally, birthdays are a big deal to me.
Countdown Numero Dos: 41 DAYS 'til I GRADUATE from Bethel College. Whoa Nelly. I didn't see this one coming so quick - staying up until the wee hours of the morning and sneaking out of the laundry room windows before curfew even struck seems like just yesterday. And let's just say, I'll be ready.
Countdown Numero Tres: 55 DAYS 'til my first ever voyage oversees. IRELAND it is and this girl is just a wee bit thrilled. One week of serving and learning and experiencing a new culture, with a nice side of jet lag.
Countdown Numero Cuatro: 63 DAYS 'til the start of my summer with Youth Works. As of today I sent in my contract acceptance letter as a Utility Site Director. I will find out my location near the end of May, but because of the "utility" nature, there is a great likelihood that I will not be in one spot for the entire duration of the summer, but rather moved around to different sites. To learn about what Youth Works does and is about, check out: www.youthworks.com
Now, there is a potential countdown numero cinco looming around right now, and without spilling the beans as to what it is, I would just REALLY REALLY like for you to join me in prayer. That in these next 20 days I have before I need to make an official commitment one way, that I would be confident in hearing the voice of the Lord. Obedience to Abba must be my deciding factor in life, and in the midst of pros and cons, logistics, wise counsel and opinions, that I would concern myself with What is He saying?
March 11, 2013
Yet It Remains
Today I'm playing hooky from the first day of classes back from spring break.
Sitting beneath a blowing fan in an air-conditioned home in San Antonio, Texas.
Hoping the inches of snow piled up in Indiana will be melted by the time my flight rolls in later tonight.
55 days until I am an official Bethel graduate.
Many hours of reading and pages of writing in the meantime.
It's been nice not having much of a care these past 9 days. Nothing to turn in. No reason to hit my snooze button 47 times before waking up. Eating way too much Blue Bell ice cream with the excuse that I can't get it up in Indiana. Real life continues on, and though it's been a much needed time of rest and refreshment, I'm ready to jump back in. To the good, to the bad, to the ugly - I know it's all waiting for me.
Anxiety. It's made a home for itself beneath my skin.
Irritating it is and mostly unwelcome.
I feel it in my chest.
I know I haven't been created to bear the weight of worry. Yet it remains, so what do I do? I find myself in an utterly uncertain season of life, while at the same time I could overflow with excitement at any moment. Lord, I look to You. (2 Chronicles 20:12)
Last year's spring break was the best time of my life. Over 70 hours of road trip across the country with two of my favorite people. A blizzard. A hawaiian worship set. New friends. New encounters with the Lord. The Nook Diaries. Rescuing a FedEx truck from driving off a cliff. Elk Steak. Swing Dancing. Mountains. Too many cooler turkey sandwiches, sour patch kids sugar highs, and the best adventure travel music one could ask for. THIS spring break (that technically I am still on), couldn't compare even if.... well, ever. No future sermon illustrations from wacky adventures, but that's okay. A lot of down time was in the order for this time around, and there are no complaints from this girl.
PS - I started reading a book that mysteriously appeared in the mail with my name of it a few months ago, though I did not order it. It's called The Release of the Spirit by Watchman Nee. Give 'er a read, and perhaps we can speak words about it.
Sitting beneath a blowing fan in an air-conditioned home in San Antonio, Texas.
Hoping the inches of snow piled up in Indiana will be melted by the time my flight rolls in later tonight.
55 days until I am an official Bethel graduate.
Many hours of reading and pages of writing in the meantime.
It's been nice not having much of a care these past 9 days. Nothing to turn in. No reason to hit my snooze button 47 times before waking up. Eating way too much Blue Bell ice cream with the excuse that I can't get it up in Indiana. Real life continues on, and though it's been a much needed time of rest and refreshment, I'm ready to jump back in. To the good, to the bad, to the ugly - I know it's all waiting for me.
Anxiety. It's made a home for itself beneath my skin.
Irritating it is and mostly unwelcome.
I feel it in my chest.
I know I haven't been created to bear the weight of worry. Yet it remains, so what do I do? I find myself in an utterly uncertain season of life, while at the same time I could overflow with excitement at any moment. Lord, I look to You. (2 Chronicles 20:12)
Last year's spring break was the best time of my life. Over 70 hours of road trip across the country with two of my favorite people. A blizzard. A hawaiian worship set. New friends. New encounters with the Lord. The Nook Diaries. Rescuing a FedEx truck from driving off a cliff. Elk Steak. Swing Dancing. Mountains. Too many cooler turkey sandwiches, sour patch kids sugar highs, and the best adventure travel music one could ask for. THIS spring break (that technically I am still on), couldn't compare even if.... well, ever. No future sermon illustrations from wacky adventures, but that's okay. A lot of down time was in the order for this time around, and there are no complaints from this girl.
PS - I started reading a book that mysteriously appeared in the mail with my name of it a few months ago, though I did not order it. It's called The Release of the Spirit by Watchman Nee. Give 'er a read, and perhaps we can speak words about it.
January 26, 2013
With Much Love and Tease
Hey. Literature has not really ever been my thing (especially fictional), but recently, it's been growing on me. Ever read the Odyssey? Not half bad. For one of my class assignments I had to write a "proem" mimicking the first sixteen lines of the Odyssey - opening to an epic about my own life. At first glance I thought I would be staring at a blank sheet of paper for longer than my own good, but to my surprise this just happened:
Speak, Memory, about the life that was lived,
Many moons ago in a little country home with much
love and tease. Grandpa was her favorite; loved to fish and go hunting.
Day by day, though, she would wait for him to arrive home
from work, hiding behind the front door ready to hug.
Predictable as ever, he never once ceased to be
surprised as he gathered her in his arms, "I love you, my
Schnuklefritz!" Oh, such wonderful memories
of grandpa, the gregarious one, and a friend of many.
Tell the tale for us, Pretty Pretty Princess ring a bell?
Sometime after an afternoon of dress-up
when he walked through the front door after work, and to her surprise
still had a dazzling earring dangling from his ear.
Yet he alone, longing for a perfect smile and giddy giggle
from his very own favorite granddaughter made it worth it all,
to walk into a little country home that kept him warm at heart.
Speak, Memory, about the life that was lived,
Many moons ago in a little country home with much
love and tease. Grandpa was her favorite; loved to fish and go hunting.
Day by day, though, she would wait for him to arrive home
from work, hiding behind the front door ready to hug.
Predictable as ever, he never once ceased to be
surprised as he gathered her in his arms, "I love you, my
Schnuklefritz!" Oh, such wonderful memories
of grandpa, the gregarious one, and a friend of many.
Tell the tale for us, Pretty Pretty Princess ring a bell?
Sometime after an afternoon of dress-up
when he walked through the front door after work, and to her surprise
still had a dazzling earring dangling from his ear.
Yet he alone, longing for a perfect smile and giddy giggle
from his very own favorite granddaughter made it worth it all,
to walk into a little country home that kept him warm at heart.
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