Today I felt better than I have in a long time. I just returned from an 11 day vacation visiting family. It was amazing. Not only the family time, but the getting away from all my responsibilities for awhile. It’s the first real vacation I’ve had in several years. It was much needed. Today at work, I actually felt well-rested and as if stress had been lifted off. But there was a little voice in the back of my mind that told me I shouldn’t get too excited. What if that feeling doesn’t last long? What if life starts crashing down on me again in a pouring rainstorm and I am back to square one of being worn out by this time next week? But Jesus said not to worry about tomorrow. Each day has enough trouble of its own. And nothing can take away the special times and memories from my vacation. And for today, I can be at rest and thankful. One day at a time. And I do pray that the rest I had will carry me through for awhile. 😉Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )
Sometimes life is like driving down the freeway. Through construction. Around a curve. Stuck between a cement wall and a couple semi trucks. You just keep your eyes on the road, your hands on the wheel, and keep moving forward.
“And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” Hebrews 12:1-2
I have never given up anything for Lent. Mainly because I have never felt lead to what to give up. I would have felt like I was giving something up just to give something up. But I want it to mean more than that. Today my sister-in-law said that instead of giving something up, she was going to add something to her life: time for drawing each day: a God-given gift that deserved more time and a chance to develop. That really inspired me to do something similar. God has in the last few years sprung up in me a love for creativity in things like scrapbooking and other crafting. And of course, I have long been called to write. But do I give these things much time in my life? Unfortunately, I don’t. How would my life be different if I took time for these things that God gave me a love for. They are part of who He made me to be. So I am missing something very important. Maybe I will discover more of the purpose He has for me. And it will help refuel me after my energy drains away from the burdens and busyness of life. So I am challenging myself to do something creative each day during Lent (and hopefully it will become a habit!), whether it’s scrapbooking or something else crafty (time to do those Pinterest projects) or writing (Hey, I am doing that now! ;-)) or taking pictures or coloring or whatever else creative I am inspired to do each day! 🙂Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )
Even after almost 6 years, I keep coming back to the question as to why my post-graduation life has turned out the way it has. (And that is why I often find myself blogging about this topic). Why after emerging from studying journalism for 4 years, did God put me into an accounting job and why now in a second one where I am daily being challenged to learn more in depth number stuff. And other than just going with the flow and earning a living, what am I supposed to be accomplishing through this? But I had this thought tonight: I am in great company of people doing crazy things in order to show that only God could do it.
Only God could turn a childless man into the father of the great nation of Israel.
Only God could turn a shepherd boy into a mighty warrior and king.
Only God could turn a group of fishermen into miracle workers and evangelists.
Only God could turn the greatest enemy of Christians into one of the most zealous Christians to ever live.
And only God could turn this writer into an accountant.
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Tonight my mom and I went to visit a most special lady who has been a friend and fellow church member of my family’s for a couple generations. She taught Sunday School at our church for 60 years. She was my dad’s Sunday School teacher. She was mine. And she was my younger sister and brother’s teacher too. In fact, as her health allowed, she was still helping in a Sunday School class as recently as a year ago. And if she could, she would still be teaching. She talked tonight about what a blessing all the kids had been to her. And how she loved watching them grow up. This woman has touched the lives of what must be hundreds of kids over those 60 years of teaching Sunday School. She is a wonderful woman of God who has served Him and others with her whole heart. She is full of love, grace, and compassion. I am now teaching Sunday School and I know she played a part in that. She planted many seeds in my heart as I was growing up. I only hope I can be half the teacher she was. She may not be able to teach still, but she is still in those classroom through those of us who were influenced by her and are carrying on her legacy. She still is and will continue to impact so many lives. We love you, Lou! Thank you for everything! 🙂Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )
There is this house in town that my family and I have enjoyed driving by at Christmas time for several years. It is one of those houses that goes all out. Lights and decorations on every inch of the yard. But last year we were disappointed when we drove by and there was absolutely nothing. Not one string of lights. Not one decoration. We figured they had moved or something. My mom and I drove by there tonight and the lights and decorations were back and as big and bright as ever! With one addition: A sign hung that said, “We Miss You, Dad!” Then we knew why there was nothing last year. They were in the midst of dealing with the loss of a loved one. That hit very close to home because last year my family and I were going through the same thing. My Grandpa passed away on January 11, but he was in the hospital or rehab most of the Christmas season and we knew his days were numbered. We went through the motions of Christmas, but didn’t do anything big and our hearts just weren’t in it.
I think it’s such a powerful testimony that the other family was back to decorating this year. And they made it a tribute to their dad. They are carrying on with life. With broken hearts? Yes, I’m sure. Not quite the same? Of course. But they are continuing living to make their loved one proud and carry on the legacy I’m sure he left behind. I would love to hear their story.
It inspires me once again to carry on and make my Grandpa proud. I want to do something to honor him this Christmas.
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I don’t like being weak.
I don’t like letting people down and having to back out of things that I am supposed to do. I have a major guilt problem with these things.
I don’t know how to relax and don’t really until I’m forced to and even then it’s not very relaxing because of the discomfort of sickness. It turns into a viscous cycle.
But I do have to say I have improved. I’m learning to speak up more and say no to things I just can’t do. When in the past I would have done it anyway and just made myself more miserable. I wonder if the guilt that comes along with backing out of something ever goes away? Will I learn to be easier on myself about that? And will I learn how to relax on a regular basis so I don’t get caught in a vicious cycle of exhaustion? So I guess one more thing I’m reminded of is that I’m still a work in progress. 🙂Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 2 so far )
I’m thankful for moments that restore my faith in humanity. Like tonight at Target. I saw a little girl pick up a movie that she wanted and ask her mom if she could get it. When her mom said “no,” there was no screaming fit. No argument. Not even another word. The girl just quietly put the movie back and that was that. It was so refreshing to see. Especially at this time of year when it is so easy to become cynical and completely disgusted at the human race when you see them out in the retail world. So thank you, God, for these little glimpses of the good left in the world.Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )
My current Netflix show addiction is “Undercover Boss.” If you’ve never watched it, it’s about CEO’s and presidents of major corporations who disguise themselves and go work the everyday, front line jobs in their company to see what it’s really like and to learn what works and what needs to be changed. It’s a very interesting show. My favorite part of it is that these bosses get out of their stuffy offices and get a reality check. They learn that it’s not so easy for their employees. I think more bosses need to do that. And not just for TV. Watching this show got me to thinking. Jesus became the ultimate “undercover boss” in a way when he came to earth. The difference was, He didn’t have to. He has never been up in heaven looking down His nose at us. He has always had compassion on us. But He chose to leave His perfect heavenly home and become one of us. To walk the same paths we walk. To feel the same pain that we feel. And because He did that, “we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses.” (Hebrews 4:15). And He didn’t exactly do this undercover. He was dressed in human flesh, but He told the world exactly who He was. However, “He came to that which was His own, but His own did not receive Him.” (John 1:11) I don’t think we always fully grasp what Jesus took on. Not only in dying, but in living physically on this earth. We all know how hard this life is and Jesus willingly took on every part of that difficulty FOR US! So let us thank Him not only for His death, but for His life!Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )
“How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”
This was the verse on my Daily Bible app the other day and it just really struck me. The reason why the feet of those who bring good news are so beautiful is that our society is constantly consumed with bad news. And it gets worse as time goes on. I feel sick to my stomach every time I hear about a new shooting incident. Every time I hear about a terminal illness diagnosis. Every time I hear of someone struggling with finances or relationships. We are in desperate need of some good news to break through. And we who know Jesus have that good news. So why don’t we remember that more often to break through the darkness in our own lives and why are we not taking it everywhere we go? The world needs us to bring good news. To bring peace. To bring good tidings. And how beautiful it will be!Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )
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